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❦ 18 | she/her mostly MHA, JJK aizawa’s canon wife 👰🏾‍♀️ <3 mirko glazer

[mirkopilled]

my favourite mha characters :p

[souljakitty]

𑣲║ ¡Law Professor Higuruma! x ¡Student Reader!

𝑀𝑒𝓃𝓊

Warnings: ¡fem! receiving oral, praise, making out, implied age difference with reader in 20's and Higuruma 36, face sitting, slapping at one part

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¡Law Professor Higuruma! who is known for having a 60% pass rate in your little college. It isn't that the man is bad at teaching, it's just people can't focus when they have a hunk like him in front of them!

He shows up in a black, pressed suit every day with a signature coffee in hand— enough to make the coeds drool. Then again, practically any man who isn't partying all week in sigma alpha epsilon or sigma chi is a total upgrade.

Then there was his constant relaxed expression like the actor Adrien Brody in the early 2010's. His voice was smooth and had a deeper pitch to it than the 20 year old men that look around lecture halls waiting to hit on some sorority girl. He carried himself with an air of silent confidence a 36 year old man should have, and a spritz of Versace Eros.

His voice could practically be recorded and uploaded into some asmr channel and have a couple thousands subscribers; even if he's just talking about actus reus or mens rea. He'd lean his hip against the desk while flipping through whatever case file he was discussing for the week and all you could focus on was how he rolled his cuffed sleeves up: exposing his delicious forearms.

Needless to say, you were pretty distracted all of the first semester which quickly nipped you in the butt when you took the midterm and got a whopping 65%. You were quick to message Professor Higuruma to try and sweet talk him into any possible extra credit.

¡Law Professor Higuruma! who didn't necessarily say no to redemption, but he didn't like it. After all, it was college and it's important the adults he taught to grasp the content since they're training to be important members of society.

However, when he read over your professional, but clearly panicked, email and saw that you had completed his optional assignments— he cut you some slack. He arranged a meeting to go over the exam and review all the materials for partial credit on the assessment. Every day he saw you attend class, sit in the front row, and hang onto every word he'd say. He thought it was pretty sweet he had a student so attentive to their learning. If only he knew half of that "learning" was just trying to memorize the image of a vein running up his forearm.

¡Law Professor Higuruma! who scheduled the one on one meeting for after his last class on Friday, for he really didn't want to do extra work on the weekends. Though you quickly obliged and threw out all Friday night plans with your friends; you did need that partial credit and you wanted an excuse to be with him.

Soon enough Friday rolls around and you showed up to his office at 5:30 pm sharp, like he instructed, all bright eyed and bushy tailed as you knocked on the door before pushing it open. His office was about how you'd expect with a basic brown couch that looked straight out of a Tuscany mom's house, books pilled on the bookshelves that lined the far end of the room, and a coffee table.

"Ah, quite punctual. Good trait to have— bit of a dying cultural thing," he comments with a slight smile that let you know he was trying to be welcoming by joking; well, slightly joking. "I hope you don't mind working at the coffee table. I was trying to reserve a study room in the library, but it seems like a few groups of students already took them"

"That'd be the literature majors! I believe Professor Nanami is having his midterm on Monday," you informed him with a smile while moving to the table and plopping yourself down on the couch. You'd worn a skirt, though slightly regretted it when you felt the cold leather kiss the back of your thighs.

"Hm," he hummed while standing from his desk and gathering papers you soon recognized as your actual midterm, "that would make sense. What was it Kento was teaching? The Chrysanthemum and the Sword?"

"Yep," you chirped, then immediately realized this is your professor you're speaking with so you swiftly switched your tone: "Um-.. Yes, sir"

Higuruma gave you a small glance, but inevitably just sat down in the couch beside you, but gave a respectable distance as he opened the exam packet for review.

"Well then, let's begin at the start with torts"

¡Law Professor Higuruma! who has now been beside you reviewing each individual question for nearly 2 hours. Apparently, you got a lot more wrong than you realized. You could've sworn you never learned about the rule against perpetuities.

Though, throughout your session you kept trying to gradually shift closer to the man. Whenever he'd point to a word to emphasis in the question, you'd lean over and tilt your legs towards him; as if being unable to properly see the font. He never commented on it; though one time your knees bumped lightly against his and he just cleared his throat and shifted his legs to not man spread, so you'd have more room.

"It's a notoriously abstract topic that requires analyzing if a property interest will certainly vest, fail, or be destroyed within a life in being—.. being plus 21 years."

He clears his throat, for probably the tenth time this hour, when he glanced over to you only to see you already staring at him through those pretty lashes.

"Oh so like, if a person grants land to their children, then to their grandchildren, it might be a violation if there is any possibility the grandchildren's interest could vest more than 21 years after the last child dies?" you ask back while referencing the question at hand.

"Yes, exactly. You're catching on quick— smart girl," he comments while flipping the page. It was a simple compliment, though the praise did shoot straight to your stomach as a familiar ache set in.

¡Law Professor Higuruma! who has now been here with you for four hours. You had suggested the both of you going home simply because you didn't want to burden his entire Friday night, but he insisted he'd just rather finish the work now.

So, after a customary cup of coffee from his personal espresso machine, the two of you were nearing the last several questions of the exam. You were sure his office light would be the only one illuminating the otherwise dark building. Throughout the entire session, you had gradually inched closed until your thigh is finally brushing against his. He didn't comment on it, but you started to notice his subtle glanced towards your thighs every time he'd flip the next page.

"Alright, for this question I can understand your train of thought; however, it isn't the best answer"

"Mhm, and what is?" damn you're not even attempting to look at the paper at this point. He loosened his tie a while ago and just let his usually precise, white button up shirt open to expose more of his neck.

"Well..," he paused, gazing towards you for a moment since he's felt your stare since three minutes ago. He should've known better than allowing you to stay longer. Professors really weren't even supposed to meet with students past 6 pm— much less sit alone with a student who's been eye fucking him for the past 2 hours. "Hm, well, the distinguished evidence between civil and criminal law is advanced more appropriately in C because—"

"Yeah? I didn't really see that during the test I guess"

You hadn't even realized you began to subtly nibble on the edge of your bottom lip. Though, Higuruma does.

"Or maybe it's just getting hard to concentrate. I hope you don't mind a little brain break? Then we can knock out the rest of the questions," you proposed while not tearing your eyes off his dark ones.

"Hm, yes. That could do us good, and I don't mind it at all"

His gaze switched between your lips to your eyes, but you stayed fixated on his lips and rosy cheeks. Staring at him, you also realized just how close you were to the man. Since when were you nearly only 6 inches away face to face?

The moment continued for a couple more seconds, then the tension finally built up too much like a rushing river and the dam broke. You leaned in before he did, but he was quick to bring his steady hands up to tangle in your hair.

His mouth was moving against yours like a trained veteran as he sets the rhythm and lightly tilts your head back to prep for a new angle. His tongue swipes over your bottom lip and you quickly catch the memo and let the wet muscle slot into your mouth.

You can't even tell how long the two of you had been kissing, but you did know one of his hands managed to drift to under your shirt and smoothed over your waist. Finally though, he's quickly pulling back with barley widened eyes as he stared at you. His breathing was heavier, much like yours.

"Oh god— sorry, sorry," he's apologizing while beginning to take his hand off your side, or at least not have it up your shirt. His mind is instantly racking through all the meetings and paperwork he'd have to fool with if anyone figured out he kissed a student and reported it. Sure, the both of you were adults but that doesn't negate the fact that you're on campus grounds.

"Huh? No, no it's fine," your hand shot down to his wrist in attempt to prevent him from breaking contact, "I wanted that"

Eyes trailing back down to your lips, body instinctively giving in to lean forward once more, but he catches himself when you readjust your grip on his wrist. Gently, he's still removing his hand from you.

"It's just we really shouldn't be doing this— it entirely breaks the universities policy"

You're practically following his body when he tries to subtly lean away. You bite your lip slightly to conceal your pout, but this disappointment was prevalent.

"It's okay," you insist but he's already just leaning back on the couch and one hand is pinching the bridge of his nose as his eyes close in thought. He doesn't like annoyed, but he's definitely showing an emotion you'd never witnessed before. "I've wanted to do that for a while, do you not want to?"

"It's-.. it's not a matter of want, it's what's right. As a professor, I'm not supposed to be seen like—"

"Oh like you don't know half the class wants to fuck you"

The words come out so quick you hardly had time to process them before they have already slipped out. It was the truth, but perhaps you shouldn't have worded it like that. You see his hand drag down his face, eyes opening as it just covers his mouth for a second. Finally, it's slipping off his lips and lower jaw and falling back into his lap.

"No, I don't know what you're talking about. This is all strictly educator and student. I-.. I think we should continue with the last few questions—"

"Professor Higuruma," you interrupted. He had gone back to trying to pick up the paper from the coffee table, but your tone makes him retreat: leaving it abandoned. "If.. you want this, then I'd really like to give it to you..."

His gaze is locked on you as his mind move a mile a minute while mulling over each possible outcome. All of which get interrupted when the idea of what you sound like cumming takes over. Rapidly, and without much more consideration, he's making his choice.

¡Law Professor Higuruma! who was clearly no longer hesitant if you consider the position he's got you in.

He's laying back on the couch with his ankles dangling off due to his height. At his face, he's managed to convince you to hover your pretty pussy over it as he works at slurping up the sweet nectar. Well, hovering was your idea that he wasn't particularly fond of.

After your horny, needy confirmation, he was swift about getting to business and continuing the previously paused makeout. In the middle of trailing wet kisses down your neck, an idea popped into his head. However, you would've never thought that "idea" would spiral into you face sitting for the first time.

Sure you'd seen it in porn, but no one actually did that— right? I mean the couple of men you've been with certainly weren't itching to eat you out like your professor was. All that stuff about men actually caring about a woman's orgasm had to just be porn and the fanfics you read late at night. Today seemed to be the day you were proven wrong though.

"Sweetheart, just sit down," he insisted while his hands were settled on your hips. He didn't want to necessarily shove you down on him, but he was so damn close to it. He didn't understand the complication: all you had to do was suffocate him with your sloppy pussy.

"B-but I might hurt you—"

"You're not going to hurt me"

"You don't know how much I weigh! Let's just do it like—!" by the unfortunate, unholy grace of god, your knee slightly slipped off the slippery leather couch and forced you down. Instantly you were worried from how hard you might've hit his nose— you'd probably die from embarrassment if he bled.

However, after slipping you immediately felt warm, hard licks through your lips as a groan vibrates against your skin. You go to lift yourself slightly and check on the man, but his fingers dig into the plush of your waist as he made a disapproving groan before it shifted into a moan once he shoved his tongue into your hole.

"F-fuck, Professor Higuruma—" you whined out on instinct, but he immediately delivered, not a harsh but firm, slap to your ass that made you jolt. He mumbled something incoherent since your vulvas were literally muffling his speech, but you could make out him just repeating his name for you to call him.

He's moving your hips entirely on his own as he drags your body up and down his face while he begins to suck on your nub and then delivered a playful nibble that had you gasping.

"Just grind baby. Yeah, yeah like that," he groans: his voice husky and clouded with pleasure as his eyes remain shut. You begin to roll your hips downwards, just slightly, so your clit could catch on the bridge of his nose.

Eventually, his hands leave your hips and instead trail themselves to wrap more around the back of your thigh and loop over to the front. From that position, he glides his hands down your navel before they reach your pussy and gently pull back the outer folds. This time, he did slit his eyes open while watching your drip all over his face and expensive leather couch.

"God, you're gorgeous," he mumbled as if to himself, "so so beautiful baby. Tell me, does your pussy get this wet for other dumb guys? Are you drenched by some pathetic frat boy trying to grind on you like a dog?"

"No-..! No! Higuruma—"

"No even that bleached one?" he then inquires and if you weren't so distracted with the way his tongue was shoved into your pussy, maybe you would've realized his reference. The guy who was in your law class and purposefully sat beside you— Higuruma noticed him long ago. Though if he noticed, that does mean he's been thinking of you.

"N-no, no one"

You maybe babbled some more things as you got lost in the pleasure, but you don't care. You feel one of his hands leave holding your pussy open and instead slip into it. Easily, his finger slides into you hole with all the natural lubrication you were producing.

"Mhm, tell me about it," he mutters when you moan over his finger curling just right. "Making you feel so good, huh? Should've let me take care of you hours ago. Poor baby probably hasn't even been paying attention— just fantasizing about this pussy being stuffed"

His lewd words almost surprise you— the put together professor, never one hair misplaced or his tie not properly tucked, was actually finger fucking you while licking up the mess you made?

"R-right there! There!" whining out repetitively as you feel yourself approaching your climax. "Higuruma right there please"

You words sound like the prettiest melody Higuruma ever had the pleasure to listen to. He felt his cock aching and he was tempted to trail a hand down to squeeze it— wanting to relieve some tension. Though, he tried to just stay focused on you and not how he throbbed every time you whined his name.

"I hear you," he groans while redoubling his efforts by flicking his tongue against your clit and even tracing figure 8's. "Sound so pretty sweetheart. Let me hear you when you cum"

One of your hand latches onto the front of his hair while you yanked at the roots subconsciously and leaned forward; placing a hand on the arm rest of the couch as your thighs trembled.

You're coming undone over his face as whines, moans, and high pitched groans escape your bruised lips, from all the earlier kissing, and fill the other wise silent atmosphere. Higuruma helps you ride your orgasm by soft suckles to your clit, then eventually eases off once you let go of his hair.

¡Law Professor Higuruma! who softly guided you off his face to instead slide down his chest and into his lap. He didn't bother wiping the slick that covered his nose as he sat up, which forced you to sit more over the pronounced bulge in his slacks. Your clit catches the fabric just right as you felt his warm, heavy cock under you and it almost made you whine and start rutting into him. He just quietly appreciated how your weight felt settled over his dick as he rolled his hips up once, but paused when you gasped— overstimulated.

He did let his thumb dip to the side of his lips and push whatever slick he could find back onto his tongue.

"You taste so good," he mumbled while leaning to press a kiss on your lips. You could taste yourself on him as his hand cradled your face softly.

Unsurprisingly, you were quick to make a "returning the favor" joke as your hips followed their natural instinct to rock on his lap.

¡Law Professor Higuruma! who never in his life thought he'd be sneaking around with a student. Though, he couldn't deny the excitement that coursed through his body whenever he saw you show up to class every day and sit front row.

Frequent visits to his penthouse apartment, car, school office, and whatever somewhat 'classy,' quiet space we could find.

At first he beat himself up about it. Him sleeping with his much younger student like some weirdo professor that needs to grow the fuck up? It truly made him almost spiral for the first few days.

As your moans became imprinted in his memory and the way you'd tear up right as you came— only to slap a hand over your mouth— became all he could think about.

How soft and warm your walls felt the first time he was pushing into you as you laid in his bed. How his hand trailed to your clit to rub small circles as you adjusted to his size and girth. How it felt when he was able to lean down and wrap his arms around your upper back and cradle the back of your head, then begin just pistoling his hips into you while chasing his orgasm.

Soon this affair drifted from one week into several, then into months. Higuruma kept it hidden from others in his life, but he never wanted you to feel bad for the arrangement. So, he'd still take you on dates to expensive restaurants he knew no college student could afford; therefore, someone wouldn't see the two of you together. Or he'd drive you to the expensive outdoor mall on the other side of town that had designer brands and insist on you 'picking something pretty' out.

Overall, your sex life was more than satisfied and your grade in his class returned to an A+. Though that wasn't because he adjusted them due to you sleeping with him— that's a line he'd never cross. He had to maintain some dignity. Instead, it was through him helping you with concepts and always being free to answer questions about material in class.

He cared for his sweetheart, so even when one time you pulled off of sucking his dick to ask about the Erie doctrine, he'd just begin explaining it like he was lecturing. Totally not getting distracted by how you looked on his knees, so eager to lap up any precum trailing down his thick length.

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A/N: thinking of making this a series with different JJK characters as professors

art in banner is from @hunnismoker on instagram!

[luvingtsumu]

𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 ; hiromi higuruma x fem!reader

⟣ word count: 2.5k ⸺ genre: smut.

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 ! collage AU, established relationship, hiromi is a law professor, reader is a law student, vaginal penetration, oral (freceiving), choking, semi-public sex, age gap, praise, daddy kink, dirty talking, pet names.

⟣ author’s note: i’m trying something new with the layout but idk if i like it, what do you ladies think? :3

your relationship with higuruma should’ve stayed professional, he was your professor and you had just turned twenty one; however, your late nights together ‘studying’, constant texts to ‘check on the work’, etc. quickly became unprofessional.

and now—somehow—you ended up as his girlfriend. his most precious prize, his babydoll to take care for.

and of course your relationship was kept private, hidden even from your closest friends. they knew you were dating someone, they’ve seen the pictures you posted where only higuruma’s back was shown, his hand tightly wrapped around your waist; but you never told them anything about him. it would be inappropriate for people to know you were dating your professor.

they wouldn’t get it, they didn’t knew higuruma like you did. they didn’t knew the way he would pull you closer and whisper sweet things in your ear, the way he held your hand and kissed your knuckles like you were everything, the way he spoiled you rotten even when you insisted on not being necessary, or the way he made you feel like the most beautiful girl in the world.

“hey ‘romi, have you seen my lipgloss?” you asked as you looked at yourself in the mirror, checking that everything was in place for your date tonight.

“did you check your purse, angel?” he walked behind you, fixing his own black jacket.

you did as he said, and sure enough, your lipgloss was in there “found it.” you smiled, going back to the mirror to put on your lipgloss.

“wait,” he said, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing you against him “after you put that on means no kisses for me, so let me just..”

he leaned down until his lips clashed with yours, making a soft sigh escape out of you. his hands gripped your waist like you would slip out of his hands, head tilting to bury himself deeper into the sweet taste of your lips.

he separated after a moment, smiling in satisfaction as he pressed a soft kiss on your forehead “alright, good to go angel.”

you shook your head with a dumb grin as you turned to the mirror to apply your lipgloss; higuruma stayed close to you, his hands drawing circles on your exposed back as he admired you.

you were wearing a beautiful dress that you absolutely loved. it made you feel confident about yourself, you looked hot in it and plus, it had been higuruma’s treat. he bought it for you because you were obsessed with it as soon as you tried it on, and also because he loved how the open back looked on you.

“you’re gorgeous,” he hummed, his voice low on his throat “how did i get so lucky?”

“shut up.” you mumbled softly, lips curled up and a hint of a blush in your cheeks.

“i won’t ever shut up,” he planted a soft kiss in your jaw “ready to go?”

you nodded, so he grabbed everything and walked you to the car, driving to that five star restaurant you mentioned some days ago.

the place was lovely, golden lights making everything feel cozy and private, higuruma had reserved a table away from the rest so it’ll be just the two of you.

you ate slowly as you made conversation about one of his recent cases, then he started talking about your studies, calling you wonderful as he denied that his feelings influenced the A+ you got in every assignment.

“that would be unprofessional.” he said as he pulled out his card to pay the check.

“well, dating your student is already unprofessional enough, ‘romi.” you smiled playfully.

“do you really wanna talk about my moral values now, angel?” a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

“we can leave that for later, professor,” you chuckled “i’m gonna go to the restroom, i’ll be right back.”

you stood up and left him behind, walking towards the woman’s restroom, standing in front of the mirror after you got inside. you washed your hands and then proceeded to start fixing your makeup.

you were looking in your bag for your blush when suddenly you felt some big hands settle in your waist. you yelped, immediately turning your head around, only to see higumura standing there with a pleased smile.

“hi, angel.”

“what— what are you doing here?” you stuttered “this is the woman’s restroom!”

“yeah, i’m aware.” he started slowly kissing your neck, keeping his eyes on yours through the mirror.

“what are you doing?” you sighed “the staff didn’t see you come inside?”

“told them you were pregnant,” one of his hands traveled up until it wrapped around your breast, squeezing it tightly “and that you needed help with your nausea.”

your face heated up instantly “you told them— what!?”

he smiled against your skin “sorry?”

“stop that,” you tried pushing his hand away “someone’s gonna come inside.”

a low grumble escaped him as he pushed you back against him “then, come here.”

he grabbed your hand and walked you to one of the biggest stalls, and after closing the door he dropped to his knees in front of you.

“what are you doing!?” you said in a low voice, eyes widening at his actions.

“you look so good, angel,” he whispered, nuzzling his face against your thigh as his hands worked on riding up your dress until it was bunched up over your hips “you make it so difficult to keep my hands to myself.”

“hiromi…” you whispered back.

your breath became heavy as you felt a familiar heat pooling in you. this was risky, but you couldn’t help yourself when he looked up at you with his dark eyes full of love and admiration.

he parted your thighs with his big hands, taking a look at the cute panties you were wearing today; he smiled, and then he pressed his thumb on your clit over the thin piece of clothing, circling slowly as he watched the wet spot on the fabric grow bigger.

your breath hitched, and a small whine escaped your parted lips “someone’s gonna listen, ‘romi.”

“then keep quiet, angel,” his fingers hooked into your panties, pulling them down until they fell to your feet “can you do that for me?”

“m-mhm.” you took a deep breath, eyes locked into his.

he used his thumbs to part your folds, leaning in and running his tongue through your cunt, savoring your taste with a pleased hum. he immediately buried himself into you, nose pushing against your clit as he tongue-fucked you; his veiny hands settled on your thighs, squeezing the flesh and keeping your legs nice and open for him.

you closed your eyes, trying to stay quiet, but it was hard. you were always loud, and higuruma never quite stopped even when he knew you were getting too loud. your hand wrapped tightly into his hair, grinding onto him.

“f-fuck, ‘romi.” you whispered, voice strained.

“not my name.” he separated from you, making a soft whine escape you at the loose of contact. his eyes were dark and blown, looking directly into your closed ones.

you finally half opened your eyes to look down at him, chest moving up and down with heavy breaths “hiromi?”

he clicked his tongue softly, slapping your puffy clit “not quite, angel. you want me to continue?”

“please,” you whimpered “need it.”

he leaned back in, his lips brushing against your pussy but not quite giving a pleasant touch; his eyes were still locked into yours, waiting.

“please, daddy. i need it.” you complied.

“that’s more like it.” he dived back into your pussy, tongue lapping like a starved man, his eyes closing just from the pleasure in brought him eating you out.

you felt your legs tremble slightly under his hungry mouth, and at some point you didn’t even realize how loud the sounds had become—your soft cries, and his tongue lapping at your dripping cunt.

higuruma pulled away suddenly, his saliva connecting with your own juices; he slowly rose up to his feet.

“w-why did you—” you were interrupted by his lips pressed against yours, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. his hands gripped your waist, pulling you closer and giving a rough grind of his hips against yours.

“let’s get out of here before you become too loud, angel.” he cradled your cheek for a moment before he turned to open the stall.

“wait!” you gasped, taking his hand in yours “you’re…” your eyes ran over his chin, still glistening with your juices. you reached for a papel towel and cleaned his face, leaving it dry again.

“hm, i didn’t mind, i would wear it with pride.” he teased you, gripping your hand as he dragged you out of the restroom.

he walked through the restaurant and to the exit with a confidence of someone that hadn’t been giving his girlfriend head in the restroom; you, on the other hand, were kept safely tucked under his arm, face looking into the ground to avoid any eyes that could’ve possibly suspect what you two had been doing inside the restroom.

he got into his car and started driving, his hand never leaving your thigh. you were so out of your mind, still thinking about what had happened back in the restaurant that you didn’t even realize when he drove out the main street, into an abandoned parking lot.

“what happened? why are we here?” you turned to see him.

“i’m sorry, angel. our home it’s still half an hour away, i can’t take it anymore,” he said, gruffly. his hand tangled into your hair, pulling you against him and crashing your lips into his. he kissed you deeply, messy; all tongue and teeth, then he separated and leaned his forehead into yours “you make me so damn hard just by the thought of being inside of you, angel. let’s go to the back seat?”

and you didn’t say no. from one moment to the next one you were straddling his lap, his body leaning against the back seat. the car was dark and silent aside from the soft needy whimpers that escaped both of your lips.

“you’re gonna take my cock, angel? yeah?” his dark, lust -filled eyes stared back at you, intensely.

“yeah.” you said like a promise, watching him unbuckle his belt.

he freed his cock from his black slacks, groaning when your warm hand wrapped around it, pumping around the head a few times before you hovered over him, running his pink tip over your wet folds, gathering your own slickness before you sank down onto him, hissing at the stretch.

“easy there,” he said, his voice deeper than he intended to “you’re so tight.”

your head dropped to his shoulder, whimpering softly “mmph…so full, ‘romi.”

“yeah? you’re so full?” he said, his hands settled on your hips, starting to grind you slowly back and forth against him, letting out a long sigh of pleasure as he felt your walls throbbing around him. his fingers hooked your chin, making you look at him “you feel amazing— god, you’re so pretty, like a damn angel.”

your eyes met his, tongue darting out to wet your own lips. he looked so good, you felt a wave of heat go through you just by looking at the intensity in his eyes. your hands clenched his shoulders, manicured nails—his treat—digging into his black coat.

“you’re gonna ride me now, beautiful?” he asked, and you nodded.

your dragged your hips up until almost all of him was out of you, pussy trying so hard to suck him in before you dropped yourself onto him again, his cock filling you completely, reaching for that gummy spot inside of you that made you moan a bit louder.

you planted your feet into the leather black seat, supporting yourself as you picked up a pace, dragging his cock in and out of you repeatedly. his hands were gripping your waist so hard, fingertips marked into your skin, left like a souvenir.

“look at you,” he groaned deep in his throat “see how you’re sucking me in? you were fucking made for this,” he pistoned his hips up into you, the head of his cock kissing your deepest insides “made for me.”

“hiromi—” you whined, eyes shutting and head thrown back, exposing the pretty skin of your throat. he immediately leaned in, kissing and nipping, leaving tingles running through you.

“not my name.” he said against your skin.

“sorry, i’m sorry…” you babbled, whimpering pitifully at the way he ground you back and forth against his cock, throbbing inside you against your tight walls.

“good girl,” he huffed, his eyes closing for a moment from pleasure “this pussy so tight, so wet for me, hm?”

“mhm!” you whined, legs giving up for a moment, you shifted against him to press your face against his neck, panting.

the car moved with every thrust of higuruma, the windows were now fogged and if someone passed by you were sure they would be able to hear to your pathetic whines and cries. you didn’t cared. you were too drunk on his cock that filled every corner in you.

“you’re all mine, angel?” he grunted next to your ear, his thrust becoming erratic, desperate for you to feel every inch of him. you nodded, letting out a sob when he slapped your ass cheek “words, pretty.”

“y-yeah.” you babbled.

“that’s what i like to hear.”

he suddenly flipped you over, so now you were laying on your back, looking up at him with big round eyes that begged for him to put his cock in again.

and he did. he pushed your legs to the sides of his waist, and you wrapped them around him without any questions. he pushed all his length into you with no care, bottoming in you and letting a moan slip from his lips when he did.

“s-so fucking tight,” he mumbled, feeling your walls fluttering around him “you close, angel?”

you nodded once again, but the hard slap of your ass cheek reminded you what he wanted “yes, so close,” you whimpered “please, ‘romi.”

“please what?” he said, a smirk clear on his lips as he looked down at you, his cock still coming in and out of you at a relentless pace.

“please make me cum.”

he groaned when you spoke those words, his hand tugging down your beautiful dress to expose your tits, immediately gripping them in his hands, squeezing and running his thumb over your hardened nipples.

“look at you,” he said, panting “so fucking gorgeous. so perfect. look at this pretty tits and this pretty pussy— god, you drive me insane.”

your eyes shut when his hand started working on your clit, pressing firm circles against it.

you felt your climax building up deep in you, and it didn’t take long for you to reach it. your nails dug into his wrist, moaning and panting as you said small prayers of his name.

higuruma felt you you squeezing him and he almost came inside of you. almost. he pulled out and stroked his fat cock as his warm sperm painted your beautiful thighs.

he panted, and for a few seconds none of you moved.

“angel?” he muttered, and you finally opened your eyes to look at him. he gently stroked your cheek, his eyes looking at you with deep affection “you’re with me?”

you smiled softly “always.”

© luvingtsumu 2O26 ⸺ materialist

[polaroidsex]

h. higuruma struggles to find condoms his size . . 18+

hiromi stands in the aisle of the late-night pharmacy, fluorescent lights buzzing overhead, open for access 24/7.

the shelf in front of him is stocked with every size the store carries— small, regular, large, even the so-called “magnum” packs that promise extra room. he’s already torn open two different boxes in the last month, tried them on in the dim light of his bathroom, and watched the latex stretch thin and tight across the thick head of his cock before it started to roll back or tear at the base.

neither felt safe. neither felt right.

he’s not vain about it. never has been. but the reality is inconvenient as hell. he’s pushing forty soon, still hard more nights than not, still wakes up aching with morning wood that demands attention, still finds himself gripping the shower wall while he strokes himself slow and deliberate because the need never really quiets down.

hiromi likes sex. needs it, really rough if you will. slow, drawn-out sessions that leave both him and you wrecked. and he likes coming inside, deep, feeling the way a body clenches around him when he fills it up. condoms are non-negotiable, though. he’s careful. always has been.

but the standard large barely covers half his length before it starts constricting like a rubber band. the magnums give him maybe an extra inch of breathing room at the head, but the shaft still feels strangled, the ring digging in until it leaves faint red marks that sting for hours after. he’s jerked off into too many of them just to test, watching the tip balloon out while the middle stays painfully tight, until he gave up and came on his stomach instead, frustrated and half-hard even after.

tonight he grabs the biggest pack they have anyway—black wrapper, gold lettering, “extra large” in bold like it’s supposed to be impressive. he pays in cash, no eye contact with the bored cashier, and walks the three blocks back to his apartment with the bag swinging against his thigh.

door locked, lights low, he strips down in the bedroom without ceremony. sits on the edge of the mattress, thighs spread, cock already thickening from the anticipation of relief. he tears the foil with his teeth, rolls the condom down slow and careful. the latex stretches over the swollen head, flares wide, then fights him the rest of the way. by the time he reaches the base it’s so tight he can see the veins standing out sharper under the thin barrier, feel the pulse restricted just enough to make every throb ache a little more.

he wraps a hand around himself, tests a single stroke. the drag is wrong—too much friction at the root, not enough give at the crown. he hisses through his teeth, low and irritated. pumps again, harder, chasing some kind of satisfaction, but the constriction only makes him leak more, precum beading at the tip and pooling inside the reservoir until it looks obscene.

he imagines someone else’s mouth instead.

warm, wet, no barriers. imagines sinking in deep until his hips meet soft skin, no rubber choking him, just heat and slick and the way a throat would flutter around his girth. his hand speeds up, rougher now, twisting at the head where the condom bunches awkwardly. his abs tighten, breath coming shorter. he’s close already, embarrassingly fast, because the pressure is too much and not enough all at once.

when he comes it’s with a choked grunt, hips jerking up into his fist. thick ropes spill into the tip, stretching the latex even further until it sags heavy and full. he milks himself through the aftershocks, slow pulls that make his thighs shake, until he’s spent and softening inside the too-small prison.

he peels it off carefully, ties it off, tosses it in the trash. stares at the mess on his palm, the faint red line still circling the base of his cock like a brand. his breathing evens out, but the frustration lingers, sharp and familiar.

he’ll order custom ones online tomorrow. again. because jerking off alone gets old, and he’s tired of settling for half-measures when all he wants is to bury himself deep in someone willing and feel every inch without anything holding him back, without getting one pregnant.

[gojosconsort]

MDNI. higuruma loses his mind over his new intern

higuruma has two problems.

the first is this godforsaken case that makes his head hurt. but the second problem is worse. his new intern.

you.

twenty something and fresh out of law school, sharp and witty and so distractingly perfect it makes him loose his mind. you wear those fitted blazers and skirts like they were tailored by god himself, and every time you lean over his desk to point out a detail, higuruma has to grip his pen so hard the plastic creaks.

he knows better.

he’s forty-one. your supervising attorney. technically in a position of power. he’s supposed to be the mature one, the professional one, the one who doesn’t notice how your blouse gaps just enough to show lace when you bend forward, or how your ass looks when you walk away.

but he stares anyway. and he fantasizes.

late at night, when he’s the only one left in the office, he imagines you bent over his desk with your blouse unbuttoned, skirt hiked up and thighs trembling while he fucks his fat cock slow and deep into you from behind with your wrists bound behind you with his tie and tits pressed against case files on the desk.

he pictures your gasps, the way you’d clench around him every time he bottoms out, cervix kissing the head of his cock. how you’d take him, how he’d stretch you, how you’d whine and cry when it’s all too much and he pushes deeper still.

he hates himself for it. he’s supposed to mentor you. teach you. instead he’s sitting here, half-hard under his desk because you smiled at him when you handed him a file this morning.

“mr. higuruma?”

your voice snaps him back. you’re standing in his doorway, holding a stack of printed papers. he clears his throat. forces his eyes to your face instead of your legs.

“yes?”

you smile and it’s so pretty he thinks he will go insane.

“i found that precedent you were looking for.” you step closer, setting the papers on his desk. “do you want me to highlight the key paragraphs?”

he should say no. send you home. lock the door behind you and go back to pretending he’s a normal adult that doesn’t want to fuck his intern stupid. instead he nods.

“yes. thank you.”

you lean over the desk to point at the page. your blouse gaps just enough that he sees the soft swell of your breast. his cock twitches painfully in his trousers. he imagines sucking those nipples all night long.

you don’t notice. or maybe you do. he can’t tell anymore.

you leave twenty minutes later. he waits exactly three minutes after the elevator dings before he locks his office door.

he’s fucked.

he drops into his chair, exhales, and then unbuckles his belt. his cock is already thick and leaking when he frees it—painfully hard from hours of watching you, wanting you. he spits into his palm, wraps his hand around the base, and starts stroking—slow at first, savoring the feeling, the way his foreskin glides over the swollen head.

he imagines taking care of you the way a man his age should, showing you how good experience can feel. he imagines laying you out on his bed, wrists pinned above your head with one large hand while the other spreads your thighs wide. he’d take his time stretching you open with his fingers first, watching your face as you whimper “mr. higuruma, it’s too much,” but beg for more anyway. he’d slide his thick cock inside you inch by inch, drunk on the way your tight cunt clenches around him.

his strokes speed up—twisting at the head, thumb smearing precum over the slit.

he pictures dropping to his knees behind you, spreading you open with his thumbs, licking a long stripe from your clit to your entrance before fucking his tongue inside you until you’re sobbing. he imagines you riding him in this very chair—blouse open, tits bouncing, hands braced on his shoulders while you grind down, taking every inch, whispering how much bigger he feels than anyone else.

his balls tighten. his breath is uneven now.

he imagines coming inside you—thick pulses flooding your tight little cunt until it overflows, creamy white leaking out around his cock, dripping down your trembling thighs while you whimper and shake in his lap, begging him not to stop.

thick ropes spill over his fist, streaking across his stomach and soaking into his shirt. his hand keeps moving, every pulse pulling another low groan from his throat and your name from his lips again and again—

the office door clicks open.

“mr. higuruma?”

his eyes snap open.

fuck.

you’re standing in the doorway. your gaze drops almost instantly to his lap—his hand frozen around his thick, twitching cock, while another bead of white leaks from the slit and trails down over his knuckles and onto his thigh.

for one endless second neither of you moves.

he’s so fucked.

and he’s never been harder in his life.

[getoville]

`𓏲𝄢 ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ higuruma with a sweet, oblivious wife who always writes small encouraging messages on sticky notes before signing them off with a prominent red kiss mark on the paper and sticking it onto the inside his briefcase.

but what she doesn’t know is that once he’s finally left alone during his break, he hastily pulls out his straining cock that rest uncomfortably against his dress pants and start pumping up and down. smearing his sticky precum all over his beat red tip with a throaty groan all while your innocent note is gripped tightly in his unoccupied hand.

his hand lightly squeezes at the base, straining himself, before working his way back up his heavy length twisting in meticulous strokes that simulate the throbbing vein on the underside of his cock.

with a muffled moan hidden behind his bottom lip tucked between his teeth, he finally spills thick white ropes of cum as his chest heaves with spasming hips. he rests slump on his office chair for a few minutes, hand still fisting his cock and all.

he soon opens his tired eyes to be met with undeniable evidence of his own actions. your sweetly written words of “good luck with today’s trial. you got this, my love! ” is damped with specs of his cum whilst your kiss mark is completely covered in the white substance, dripping onto his black work suit.

his eyes scan towards the clock hung above the doorway. it’s fifteen minutes past his break time and he’s the most indecent he has ever looked at the current moment. he shudders, almost being overtaking by embarrassment.

“shit…” he softly mutters to himself.

[teefushi]

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, reader lowk a pillow princess, spit, praise, choking, pussy spanking, dirty talk, belly bulge, big dick higuruma, he loves eye contact, dacryphilia? he’s 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 you’ve 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.

“hey, is your prof still asking you guys to take internships?”

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.

“uh…. no.” 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 ‘too juicy’ to skip out on. “deadline’s like, next week so they’re just talking about the paper due the week after to describe our experience so far.”

“oh.” she says, sounding surprised. “well, did you find anything?”

you hum. “i’ve got an interview tomorrow. it’s multi-hire so i’ve got a good chance. why?”

“nothing really.” she shrugs, taking a breath as she scavenges the freezer, grabbing the first pint of ice cream she sees. “a friend of my cousin works at this law firm and i think she said they’re looking for a temp since she’s going out of the country for a while.”

you nod, chewing on the end of your pen. “send me their info. i’ll check it out.”

so that’s exactly what you do. your roommate helps you exchange information with this friend who you’ve learned to be is a young woman named shimizu. she worked as a assistant for an independent defense attorney, higuruma hiromi.

you’ve 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. that’s 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 didn’t 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, ‘higuruma law office’. you knock, looking around as you wait for a response.

“come in.”

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.

it’s 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 doesn’t 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. “i’m sorry.” he clears his throat, standing then approaching you with his hand out. “how can i help you?”

“i… uhm… i’m y/n.” you meet his hand with a nervous smile. “i’m filling in for shimizu?” it’s embarrassing how unsure you sound as if you hadn’t 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. “right, right. i forgot about that…” he sighs, moreso to himself and then nods, pointing to the empty cubicle beside his. “take a seat, did shimizu already inform you on what we’re currently working on?”

you nod, carefully setting your belongings down and making yourself comfortable on the chair.

“could i see? if you don’t mind.” 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 shimizu’s.

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.

“looks good.” he finally stands, eyes dropping down to you. “we’ll just be working on that for today. if anything changes i’ll let you know.”

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 you’d be traveling together and have to stay overnight at hotels.

one room, separate beds.you and higuruma hadn’t 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.

“mind if i sit?”

your eyes lift at the deep voice, widening for a short second as you realize it to be higuruma’s. 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 he’s still there, tilting his head as he waits on your response you sit up and nod a bit frantically.

“yes—yes, of course. please sit.” you gesture to the seat ahead of you which he takes.

it’s silent for a moment as you’re 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. “you’re still in school?”

you nod, “in my first year.”

he raises a subtle brow at that which you don’t even notice considering you’ve found it difficult to always make eye contact with him.

“first year?” he hums, chewing down on another fry. “you’re young.”

“i guess…” you laugh shyly. “it’s not like you’re old.”

he smiles at that, leaning in with his elbows on the table as he continues to take singular bites of his food. “you don’t think so? how old do you think i am?”

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 didn’t share any facial features that gave away his age.

“thirty?” you squint, not wanting to guess too high and he gets offended.

he chuckles, shaking his head. “no, but i’m honored you thought that low. i’m thirty six.”

“still young.” you smile, dropping your eyes back down.

“so what’re you learning?” he sighs, leaning back again, spreading his long legs to be more comfortable and points at your books.

“nothing really.” you mumble. “just studying for the baby bar.”

“wow…” he nods partially in shock, suddenly thinking of the age gap between you. it’s been so long since his days of staying up all day and all night long when preparing for that exam. “you think you’ve got it? i could help you out.”

you definitely don’t got it. there were still at least another two months before you’d 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 weren’t sure if you’d be able to get the score you’re aiming to achieve.

you shake your head at higuruma’s offer. “no, it’s okay. you already have so much going on. i rather not add to that.”

“i’m offering.” he smiles warmly, wanting to assure that it wasn’t a big deal as he crosses his arms lazily across his chest.

it’s only for second that you ogle the surprising size of his bicep when it’s contracted. you shake your head again. “i’ll be fine. thank you though. i appreciate it.”

higuruma hums not pushing any further on the subject. “do you drink?” he asks after swallowing down a bite of his burger.

“sometimes.” you shrug, clicking through your documents of notes that you were hardly paying attention to with higuruma making small conversation.

“would you like to drink now?”

the second time you look at him you see the teasing look in his own as if he’s urging you to loosen up for the night. he’s clearly in the mood to get to know you. perhaps one night of a few drinks wouldn’t be so bad.

“i suppose…” 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 he’s 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 each— 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 he’d 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.

“so what’s the difference between velaryons’s and targaryen’s?”

“velaryon and targaryen are house names.” you giggle, toying with your straw. “family lines. being valyrian is like, their racial background.”

“interesting…” he nods, sipping on his rum & coke. “and what’s the relationship between uh… daenerys? and jon?”

“i really shouldn’t be telling you this.” you laugh. “don’t you want to watch it now?”

“…i guess you’re right.” he grins, followed by a sigh as he stretches his arms over his head. “should we watch it tonight?”

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 you’d probably regret it by the morning.

you bite down on your bottom lip, hiding the smile that wants to show. “it’s late…” you sigh out. “we probably shouldn’t.”

“then let’s start now.” 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. “c’mon.” 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.

he’s 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.

“what’s it on?” he huffs, turning on the tv.

you make yourself comfortable under the sheets, sighing in relief from the cold. “hbo.”

he surfs for a few seconds before shaking his head. “i don’t think this tv has that.”

“oh…” you frown then look at your laptop. “i mean, we could watch it on my laptop?”

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. “only if you’re okay with it.”

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. “are you sure? we could always watch it another time.”

“…it’s okay.” you spoke softly. “i want to watch it with you.”

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 he’s 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.

“you’re really shy for a future lawyer.”

your brows furrow at his statement. “m’not.”

“you are.” he chuckles, eyes low as he can feel the crash from all the drinks overtake him.

“i think it’s just you.” you boldly argue.

he raises a brow. “yeah? what about me makes you so shy?”

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. “just… shut up.” 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 higuruma’s shoulder. he stayed up through three episodes, thoroughly enjoying the cause of events but forced himself to go to sleep or else he’d 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 weren’t that drunk where you didn’t remember wanting to watch game of thrones together but you weren’t 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. “good morning.”

“…morning.” you mumble, all the slight confidence you gained last night completely gone. though you did feel a certain comfortability now around him.

“sleep okay?” he husks out, lifting himself from the bed.

you nod, nervously twisting the sheets.

he checks the time. it was still early and you wouldn’t be meeting with your client until the afternoon. “do you want breakfast?”

“sure.”

“anything in particular?” he grabs his keys from the nightstand, swinging them around his pointer finger.

“your choice.” you shrug.

he hums. “go shower. get dressed. i’ll be back.”

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.

he’d 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, he’ll sigh.

“y/n.”

“hm?” you’ll hum, pen twisting between your teeth, completely focused on the textbook laid out.

“look at me.” 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 couldn’t 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 don’t 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. “is this becoming too much for you?”

you frown, opening your mouth to say something but you can’t follow through. instead you shake your head.

he spins you in your seat, forcing you to face him. “can you look at me when i’m speaking to you, please?”

“higuruma, i’m sorry—” you start with a small pout, not listening to what he asked.

“you don’t need to apologize. just look at me.”

it’s 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.

“is this too much for you?” he asks again. “i can give you a break.”

“n-no.” you deny his inquisition. “the work is fine. it’s just… the studying. i’ve got my exam coming up really soon, i’m sorry.”

“it’s fine.” he assures, “look, on the weekends and on our breaks, i’ll help you study. it’s not nice seeing you like this, okay?”

you nod and he stands at his full height, comfortably squeezing your shoulder then patting your head. “take a nap. you look like you need it.”

there was about one more month left until you’d 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 he’d 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 didn’t want to override your brain. he got you breakfast and decided to drop you off at the testing site.

“i’ll be right here, okay?”

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. “thank you…”

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. “you’ve got this.” he whispers. “good luck.”

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.

“how do you think you did?” 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 you’d have more time to study. this was your last chance or else you wouldn’t be able to advance in your studies.

higuruma takes in your worrisome expression, reaching his hand out to gently squeeze your shoulder. “should we go out for some drinks?”

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 couldn’t 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.

“why is it so empty?” 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.

“i spend most of my time at the office.” he huffs, tugging off his suit jacket and tossing it on his sofa. “i mainly come back here to shower and change clothes.”

you hum, clutching your purse as you continue to look around, dragging your fingers along surfaces.

that’s sort of become your lifestyle too now. you’ve no doubt seen higuruma more than your own roommate— which supported why you definitely couldn’t bring him over without warning.

he steps towards you, pointing to your purse and jacket. “would you like to shower?”

“that’d be nice…” 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 didn’t have any clothes of your own. “i plan to order some food, do you want anything in particular?”

“dealer’s choice.” 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 couldn’t help but find yourself intrigued by higuruma. naturally, amongst the things you wondered about was if he shared a life with someone. though it should’ve 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 wasn’t 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.

“having fun?”

you turn fast on your feet, startled by his voice. he sports a teasing smile and you can’t help but feel your body grow hot in embarrassment. “um… sorry…” 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, “it’s alright. i ordered chinese.” he then hands you the remote to the tv and his phone for you to track the food. “log in to hbo. i’ll go take a quick shower.”

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 could’ve used your own but it felt more fun to use his considering the fact he didn’t 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.

“thank you for today.” you mumble, eyes glued to the screen.

higuruma’s sprawled back, legs spread until you lean against him.

he doesn’t want to think too hard about the current proximity, simply enjoying the moment as he throws an arm around you so you’d feel more comfortable snuggling up to him.

“you deserved it.” he squeezes you gently and you don’t 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.

“did you ever get a copy of the prosecution's discovery?” higuruma asks, mindlessly flipping through a file.

his question is followed by silence and he’ll lift his head. “y/n?”

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 that’s when he begins to understand that you’re crying when a fragile sob falls past your lips.

his heart burns at the broken sound. “what’s wrong?” his eyes lift to your monitor and see the familiar page of the exam results. he scrolls through the letter to see you’ve passed.

a laugh of relief spills from his throat, glad that your reaction isn’t due to any devastating news. his hand circles around your wrist and tugs at it. “come here.”

you slowly stand, allowing your emotions to flow upon feeling his arms encircle you tightly. you’ll cry into his chest, managing to thank him through your tears. he’ll shush you, rubbing at your back and cradling the back of your head.

“you did such a good job.” 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. “i’m so proud of you.”

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 can’t 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.

“higuruma…” you breathe out and he shakes his head, closing his eyes then pressing his forehead to yours.

“hiromi.” he corrects, switching his hand that cups your cheeks to palm the back of your neck. “my name… say it. that’s all i need.”

you fight the whine that bubbles in your throat, gripping tightly onto him as you open your mouth. “hiromi…”

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. it’s 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. “open.”

your jaw widens, and hiromi hums before spitting in your mouth then leaning in to connect your lips again.

he’s hard and big.

it’s 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. “feels so good.” 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. “gonna cum?”

you nod, mouth slacked open as he breathes harshly against your neck. “that’s okay, sweetheart.” 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. “you can cum, it’s okay.”

“oh my god.” 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 you’d be staring straight at him as he picks up the pace of his fingers. “come on.” he licks his lips, maintaining the eye contact he forces you to hold. “i wanna see you. you’re almost there.”

“hiromi—” 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.

“good job.” 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 can’t 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. “w-wait, i can’t.” you tell him, quivering at the sudden sensation. it certainly didn’t help with how big his nose is, he had the advantage to nudge it against your clit each lick and suck.

“i just want to taste you.” his voice vibrates against you, eliciting a strangled moan out of you. “is that okay, love?” 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. “thank you.” is all he says before continuing his actions. your eyes immediately squeeze shut and you’re not sure if you’re 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. he’s quite filthy really. you would’ve 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.

“r-romi, m’ gonna cum.” 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.

“can i?” 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. “tell me, sweetheart. can i?”

“p-please.” 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.

he’s only halfway in and it’s 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. “ease up, it’s just me, darling.” he tells you, and you want to laugh at how serious he’s being. ease up? not fucking possible when at least eight inches length and formidable girth was pushing itself into you.

once he’s finally filled to the hilt. your legs cross around his hips, grasping his wrist, preventing him from squeezing too tight on your throat. “you’re always such a good girl… so smart and beautiful.” 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.

“so warm.” 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.

“gonna cum.” you quiver but higuruma smacks your clit as if that’s supposed to help.

“hold it.”

“i-i can’t.” you look at him, pouting.

his eyes snap up to meet yours and he smacks you again. “hold it.”

he somehow moves faster and harder, harshly breathing with sweat beading down his temple. after a minute, you’re completely spent, eyes watering as you shake your head. “romi, please. i can’t hold it.”

“shhh.” 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. “go. hurry up and cum.”

it’s 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 he’s 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.

“so beautiful…” he cups your cheek, holding you upright since you clearly can’t. “you alright? did i hurt you?”

“no… i’m okay.” you mumble, staring up at him as if he held up the moon and stars. “was i?… okay?”

“absolutely, love.” his brows furrow, gently caressing your skin as he looks at you. “more than okay. perfect.”

you smile shyly at that and he has a similar question on his mind as he helps in cleaning you up. “are we okay?”

“am i okay for you?”

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 wasn’t 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. “more than okay… perfect.”

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[darlingbambii]

husband!Higuruma coming home exhausted and fucking you slow in the bath (18+)

You swear you were just planning to collapse on the sofa when you got home. Maybe order some takeaway and watch some mindless TV show with your legs stretched across your husband's lap.

So, exactly how did you end up straddling Hiromi Higuruma in the bathtub, hot water sloshing over the edge as you sink down onto him?

“That's it, darling. Just like that.”

Hiromi's voice is low and rough, strained in a way that makes heat slick down your spine and pool between your thighs. His hand grips your hips beneath the water surface, gently guiding you as you adjust to the stretch of him inside you.

You found him in here five minutes ago, tie discarded somewhere in the bedroom, shirt unbuttoned and abandoned on the bathroom floor. He'd been leaning back in the tub with his eyes closed, the water up to his chest, looking more exhausted than you'd seen him in weeks. The case he's working on is brutal, you know that. Long hours, impossible odds, the kind of work that wore him down.

"Join me?" he'd asked, opening one eye to look at you, and there was something so vulnerable in his expression that you couldn't refuse.

And that's how your own clothes joined him on the floor before you slipped into the bath with him.

Now his hair is wet and pushed back from his face, water droplets clinging to his jaw and the tip of his nose, and he's looking at you like you're the only thing that's keeping him from totally dissociating.

“I missed you,” you murmur, rolling your hips experimentally. The water makes everything feel different than it would be in the bedroom. More languid and slower, every shift and movement creating a ripple against your skin.

“Missed you too.” His thumb traces circles on your hip bone, a tender gesture that contrasts with the way he's so deeply buried inside of you. “Missed you so much, I thought about you all day. I kept checking my watch, counting down the hours until I could see you again.”

There's something unfairly attractive about him like this. His usually so composed in his suits and professional demeanour, now completely undone. His cheeks are flushed from the heat of the bath, his lips parted as he watches you move above him, and those tired, dark eyes are filled with something that makes your heart flutter.

"You're beautiful," he says, almost reverent, one hand leaving your hip to cup your face. Water drips from his fingers down your cheek. “Do you know that? How beautiful you are?”

You lean into his touch, your own hands braced on his shoulders for leverage. "You might have mentioned it a few times today before work.”

"Not enough, then." He pulls you down into a kiss, slow and deep, his tongue sliding against yours as you continue to move. When he pulls back, he's smiling—that rare, genuine smile that transforms his whole face. "I should tell you more often.”

The water sloshes dangerously as you pick up your pace, and Hiromi makes a low sound of appreciation, his head falling back against the edge of the tub. His hands slide up your sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of your breasts, and you gasp at the sensation.

"That's my girl," he murmurs, his voice dropping lower. "Taking me so perfectly. You feel incredible.”

There's something about the praise, the genuine affection in his tone, that makes everything feel more intense. This isn't just sex. It's comfort, connection, coming home to each other after a long day and finding solace in familiar touches.

"Hiromi," you breathe, your rhythm faltering as pleasure builds low in your stomach. “Fuck, I'm-”

"I know." One hand slides between your bodies, finding your clit with practised ease. The water makes his touch slippery, maddening, and you rock against his hand desperately. "I've got you. Come for me, darling.”

His other hand tangles in your wet hair, pulling you down for another kiss as his hips start to move beneath you, meeting your movements with deep, purposeful thrusts that make the water splash over the side of the tub. But you just can't seem to bring yourself to care about the mess.

"So good to me," he murmurs against your lips. "So perfect. What did I do to deserve you?”

The combination of his fingers, his cock hitting that spot inside you that makes your vision blur, and his voice, fuck, that deep, sincere voice telling you how much he wants you, needs you, sends you over the edge. Your orgasm rolls through you in waves that seem to match the water around you, and you bury your face in his neck to muffle your moans.

"Beautiful," Hiromi groans, his rhythm becoming erratic as you clench around him. “You're so beautiful when you come undone for me.”

He follows moments later, his grip on you tightening as he buries himself deep, your name falling from his lips like something precious. For a long moment, you stay like that, wrapped around each other in the cooling water, both breathing hard.

When you finally lift your head to look at him, his expression is soft, content in a way you rarely see. He reaches up to brush wet strands of hair from your face, his touch impossibly gentle.

"Thank you," he says quietly.

"For the sex?" you tease, though your voice is breathless.

"For coming home to me." He pulls you closer, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "For being here.”

You settle against his chest, the water lapping gently around you both. "Always," you murmur. "Though we should probably clean up this mess before it leaks through to our downstairs neighbour.”

He laughs, the sound rumbling through his chest beneath your ear. “In a minute. Let me hold you first.”

And really, how can you argue with that?

[kenforty]

STARVING

➥ Pairing: Higuruma Hiromi x Reader

➥ Munch (verb): to eat something, especially noisily.

➥ Tw: face-sitting, cum play, cum swallowing, nose riding, hair pulling, slight ass play, spanking (like one spank), squirting, untouched ejaculation, messy oral sex (f recieving), nicknames (darling and love).

"Thought you wanted to make me feel good?" Higuruma huffed, hand wrapping around you ankle, as his thumb traced your skin, he was perched on the other end of the bed, watching you fumble around.

"I do," You looked down, avoiding his eyes, fiddling with the loose threads of your (well his) shirt, "I just don't think it'd feel good for you."

"Do you know how often I have thought about this?" He crawled closer, parting your thighs slightly so he could sit between them, "How often I have dreamed of have these wrap around my head?" His fingers squeeze your thighs, fat pugding between his digits.

"Hiro, I am he—heavy, I don't think you'll be comforta—"

"Can you let me decide that, Darling, at least give me one opportunity." He pulls you closer, hand wrapping around your waist, face buried in the crook of your neck, "You just have to sit on my face and let me take care of you."

"Fine, I'll do—"

You barely finish your sentence, when he lays down beside you, reaching for pillows to stack under his head, preparing.

"I am all ready," He gleamed, tilting his head from where it was cushioned by pillows, "We can start whenever you want, love."

You shuffled over to him, eyeing him skeptically before swinging your thigh over his head, taking your (his) shirt off along with it, hands tightly holding onto the headboard as your bare, glistening fold, hovered inches from his mouth.

"Have a little faith in me, love." Higuruma kissed your thigh, rubbing little shapes on your skin, trying to calm your nerves.

You nod your head, lowering yourself slightly, still skeptical of the position, you brace your hands against the headboard, making sure to not lower yourself completely.

"Darling, can you hear me?"

"Yes, Hiro..."

"Well, that's because my hasn't been properly smothered," He sassed, eyes focused on the way your pussy pulsed around nothing above his face, parting your folds with thick fingers, to watch your slick leaking out, "Be good now."

He grabbed your thigh, forcing you to sit completely, lips immediately wrapping around your swollen little clit, sucking softly as you got comfortable, letting him take the lead.

He barely started before you were putty in his hands, lost in the sensation of him making a mess out of your pussy, sloppily working through your folds, tongue teasingly dipping into your cunt.

Your insides are throbbing, hands gripping the headboard, as you slowly humped the bridge of his nose, uncaring where your slick is smeared, "Hiro— please, pleas—"

Higuruma moans against the your pussy, tongue lapping up all the slick, swallowing thickly, his hands tightening around your thighs, forcing more of your cunt onto his face.

You peer down, without the shirt obstructing your view, you instantly meet his eyes, your slick smeared on his cheeks, on his nose, on his forehead.

He watches as you turn your head shying away slightly, one of his hand loosens the grip on your thigh, travelling closer to his mouth, dipping into your wet pussy, pressing against your sweet spot.

Your breath hitches, wet walls spasming around his digits, as your swollen clit begged for attention, slick dripping down from your throbbing pussy straight onto his face.

You rutted forward, fingers letting go of the headboard and tangling into his hairs, as you grinded your pulsing clit against the tip of his nose, the thought of suffocating him gone from your mind as you chased your high.

Higuruma moaned against your core, sending vibrations up your spine, he withdrew his fingers, silencing your whines of protest by jutting his tongue into your wet heat, lips making out with your lower ones, as his nose took care of your bundle of nerves.

"Hiro, it feels too—" You whined, cheeks burning as your face grew hot, mind going blank as your orgasm loomed over your head.

Higuruma groaned, hand tracing upwards till he reached your tits, squeezing the fat between his palm before his sticky fingers pinched your pebbled nipples.

You felt the familiar heat pool in your belly, tell-tale sign of your orgasm, thighs spreading wider as you ground your hips further down, rutting your pussy all over his face, uncaring of where your slick landed.

"I'll cu—cum, Hiro I'll cum ahh." Your orgasm washed over you suddenly, knocking the wind out of your lungs as your head jutted forward, back arching, muscles tightening, cunt squeezing around his tongue, swollen clit making out with the tip of his nose.

You twitched slightly, still riding your high, gently rocking back and forth, softening clit pressing little kisses against the tip of his nose, as if showing gratitude for making you feel good.

His hands leaving your hardened nipples, traveling back down in between your legs, you thought he was about to stuff your cunt full of his fingers again, walls spasming in anticipation, but he surprised you, fingers moving further, circling your other hole.

"Wait— Hiro slow down—" You let out a hiss, almost lifting yout weight off him.

His other hand held onto your thigh tighter, head lifting off the pillows along with you, he grunted against you, sending vibration through your core, his free hand coming down on your cheek, swiftly slapping it before squeezing it.

His tongue, insatiable muscle, desperate for you to finish again, lapping up your arousal, sloppy enough it runs down his chin, sinking the lubed finger, knuckle deep into your puckered hole, lips wrapping around your panicked clit.

You clawed the headboard, thighs shaking as you tried to pull yourself off him, tried to run away from his touch, fuzzy feeling in your belly amplifying with each moment.

Your second orgasm changes you by surprise, clear white fluid suddenly gushing out of you, fully intending to drown Higuruma, you feel light headed, stars twinkling in your vision, you vaguely feel Higuruma humping his pelvic upwards, cumming undone in his pants.

He finally relented gently letting you slide off himself grabbing a bottle of water, uncapping it and pressing it against your lips, "Here, love have this."

You looked at him, hairs tousled and disheveled sticking in all directions, your slick painted all of his face, making it glisten, from the roots of his hair to the collar of his button up, all wet from your juices.

"I should have been more concerned about accidentally drowning you instead of suffocating you." You huffed, chest still heaving, still a little breathless from your high, crawling over to him pressing a kiss against his lips, uncaring of your slick smeared.

"Either way, I would be a very lucky man."

Kinktober - 2025.

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[kamiflix]

rated R for mature content, mdni. (not proofread, gulp)

Riding Higuruma fully clothed in his bathtub right after he gets home from work is one big wet 'n soggy mess of sex. You rarely understood why he got in a tub full of water while still wearing that suit of his but tonight you were much too horny to care about that.

Climbing into the water with him and settling your legs around his, caging his limbs with your own as your naked frame filled up the entirety of his view—leaving him complaint-less and sporting a frustratingly hard cock beneath his dark, wet pants.

Your hand snakes down in between your legs to rub over the tent in his slacks as your lips near his ear and you whisper something along the lines of desperately needing to feel him. To which he promptly responds by slouching further back against the tub, water clashing out onto the floor due to his fluid movements, and head rolling back to get more comfortable beneath you.

The moment your fingers brush against his dick, he feels something wetter than the water surrounding him build up at the swollen head of his cock, his bottom lip shifting to be clasped between his teeth. "Someone's needy, huh?" He whispers as if he wasn't currently experiencing the same state of desperation.

"Uhuh, wanna ride you, Hiro. Can I?" You ask cutely enough to make a weary smile break out against his dulled features.

Those tired, broad-set eyes of his lower against your frame before he moves his hands in slow motion—the rough callouses of his fingers meeting your naked waist and making you whine as he carefully tugs you closer to him. Your hand loses its place against his clothed cock and you're promptly sat down on the same erection you'd been palming—forced to feel how he twitches wildly upon feeling your bare cunt press down on him instead.

He sighs tiredly as his hands travel up, mapping out every inch of your skin like he always does while muttering, "You really wanna ride me like this? I'm still wearing my work clothes," He reminds you in a husk tone that echoes throughout the bathroom.

"Don't care," You huff. "Jus' want you inside me."

He scoffs at you before moving the thick of his thumb to your bottom lip and then tugging it down to watch how a sheeny slick of drool escapes you, "Needy little thing. Can I get a please out of that mouth? Hm?"

You take his thumb in between your lips for a moment to suck, your hips unconsciously rocking forward to feel more of him—more of his thickening cock that's busy jumping up against the fabric between you both. You longed to feel him fuck you full again and kiss that spongey spot inside you that always makes you sob out his name.

Batting your lashes pliantly, your lips wetly pop off of him as you pout, "Please, Hiro?"

Higuruma shakes his head almost disappointedly, "Please what, sweetheart? If you can beg, you can beg properly. Tell me exactly what it is you want from me, yeah?"

"I told you already," Your pout deepens and he fights the urge to mock you. "I want you inside me. I want you to fuck me."

"Atta' girl, that's all I wanted to hear." He rolls his hips up slowly to grind up against your slobbering cunt, swallowing down a groan at how soft you feel even with all the water between your bodies. "Go on then, take it. You know it's all yours."

You don't waste a single second upon hearing that. Your hands fly down to tug at his belt, letting it fling out of the tub and land somewhere on the bathroom floor with a rough clatter—shuffling beneath the bath water to unzip him, and then reaching a hand into his boxers to finally pull his cock free.

The plump head flops out first, landing up against his clothed abdomen with that sinful left curve. The sight alone has you letting out an embarrassingly desperate moan before you lift yourself and let his hands guide you by your waist until you're hovering over him.

Then, you hesitate for a second and he lifts a dark brow.

"Don't get shy on me now," Higuruma warns, tipping his head to the side and letting his grip travel down to your hips to ease your body where he needs it, "You said you wanted to ride me so, ride me. Show me how pretty you look taking my cock, c'mon."

Feeling a bit more encouraged, you finally let your hand wrap around his wiiide base and hold him in place as you sink down on him. His mushroomy tip smears your pussylips apart and chokes a moan out of both of your throats. Your lashes flutter as you continue to travel down—inch by sprawling inch—and his eyes never leave your body.

"So gorgeous," Higuruma whispers softly before using one hand to push you further down and the other to come up 'n squeeze your tits.

It's not long before both of you are getting into the rhythm of things. By the time your cunt swallows up every inch of him, left to clench and throb around his bulging base, Higuruma's got his lips latched to your perky nipples, sucking it into his mouth and letting his tongue waft around carefree.

The feel of his sloppy mouth is only lost when you get more desperate, your hips now rocking up 'n down his cock as he thwacks! against that gummy spot inside you over and over and over again.

Then his hips are bucking up into yours and the bath water is just splashing and splashing, a pool left on the outskirts of the tub—surely to be a hazard for the two of you later. His hands are at the purchase of your hips again, aiding you in your bouncing while he peers up at you with pretty glossed-over eyes.

Higuruma's a mess of pants and soft praises, words rolling off of his tongue, "Look s'beautiful fucking yourself on my cock like that. Bet it feels s'good, huh?" He teases, earning a cockdrunk nod of your head and then cracking a dazed smile at you, "Yeahh? You like fucking yourself on me like this?"

Your response is mumbled out to him but he gets the idea with how frantic your movements become.

Only a few more minutes of that pass before he's pinning you in place above him and scrunching his brows, staring dead up into your eyes before bucking his hips up with fervor.

Whatever moan was on its way out your throat trips against your vocal cords as air is politely stripped from your lungs.

Then his breath grows ragged and all thoughts between you are lost before something soooobs out his cockhead in gooey gushes, his cum flooding your walls and feeling all the more goopy inside you with the addition of the bathwater.

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[dramaticsk]

𐔌՞꜆. ̫.꜀՞𐦯 just thinking of an aizawa that gets so high he turns into a feral sex demon. like he desperately needs to be fucked and wants to feel your warmth.

you could tell he's high by the way he clings to your waist and starts damn near dry humping your leg. "mmnf, please.. please." he'd whine and whimper, grumbling and desperately pleading for you to fuck him.

f!reader --

𐔌՞꜆. ̫.꜀՞𐦯 he'd pull at your pants with his teeth, before you allowed him to eat you out on the couch, floor, or wherever you are. and when he gets his mouth latched onto your pussy, he won't let you go.

there would be saliva dripping down his chin mixed with your cum, while he desperately lapped at your clit, tongue thrusted into you and holding you down even when you squirm and complain about overstimulation.

m!reader --

𐔌՞꜆. ̫.꜀՞𐦯 he wants all your cum. if he can't suck your dick, he will absolutely start whining and complaining.

his tongue moves around your cock in a circular motion, enjoying how you pushed his head down and how fuzzy it made his brain feel. every time you came down his throat, he'd swallow and beg for more.

𐔌՞꜆. ̫.꜀՞𐦯

in short, he acts like a complete slut/himbo whenever he gets high, and you're the one who has to deal with his insatiable sex drive.

[nangop79-deactivated20260320]

𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯 ; “ guys my age don't know how to love me good . ”

( mdni. cw : age gap, daddy issues, pet names, praise, kissing, fingerfucking, oral recieving, overstimulation, fem user )

repost !!

dating Shouta, being a college student, barely on your third semester on your career was obviously not going to be seen well by anyone. a 39 year old man, pushing fortys with a girl nearly pushing her early twenties. i mean, come on.

but he was so loving with you, every caress of his felt like a dove feather on your skin, his gentle way of ceaddling you after fucking you however you please for the night— rough, soft, recieving, giving, he was in for whatever you were in the mood for the night. something that guys your age didn't offered. Shouta is the man you've been looking for.

“do you like that, baby? is my good girl enjoying the attention i'm giving you down here?”

you could barely form a coherent sentence or even think properly, your mind was a fog mess as Shouta kept kissing, sucking and giving kitten licks at your throbbing cunt, his calloused hands keeping a firm but gentle hold on you while his mouth and chin glistened from your juices and his drool— slurpping and licking at you as if you were his source of life and the only water bottle in a dessert. he wanted to bury himself on your cunt and drown in you.

one hand was still held on your waist as the other one slid under his chin, two fingers sliding inside your throbbing walls as he kept kissing and giving kitten licks at your clit. you could feel his hips rutting on the bed mattress, probably getting off to your taste and the sounds leaving your mouth.

“come on, pretty girl, come for Daddy once more. i promise i'll treat you so good and give you all the cuddles you want,” he cooed, his fingers curling around your gummy walls as he moaned on your clit— you couldn't take it much longer. you could be eaten like this for hours and you wouldn't mind. only Shouta knew how to eat you out so good.

completely wasted and oversimulated, you grind your whole cunt on his mouth and shot right on his mouth your juices, to which he greedily drank it all and licked it clean.

“atta girl. so good for me.”

he held you and treated you like a woman right after eating you out so good. carrying you to the bathroom to gently sit you on the tub, change the bedsheets, praise you with lots of compliments of how good you did for him, always treating you so good, as if you were the only one he had eyes for. you found it impossible to move on from Shouta. and you didn't planned to.

sure enough, no boy could compare to Shouta. nobody knew how to touch you or treat you good, but he did.

this really happened to me moots ugh i hate him.

[mimuju-deactivated20260521]

nanami using his cursed technique to hit your g-spot ☆

you’re splayed out on the rumpled sheets, back arched, lips parted in a silent plea. nanami’s on top of you, weight heavy, hands braced either side of your head. his eyes burn with that same clinical calm as he leans down, breath hot against your collarbone.

“if i divide your body correctly,” he rasps, voice low and hard, “the seventh point should yield the most effective result.”

“what’re you—”

“hush, just trust me.”

his words spark something inside you, and for a heartbeat the world tilts, and you realize this moment is nothing like the gentle warmth of your other nights together. this is precision. it’s the difference between a comforting touch and the exact calculation of pleasure—like he’s engraving new nerve endings in your skin.

his right hand hovers over your lower abdomen, fingertips tracing an invisible grid—ten equal segments, labeled in his mind with ruthless precision. you watch the faint flicker of his cursed energy mapping out the divisions under your skin.

“here.”

he presses one finger at the exact spot: two fingers’ width below your navel and three fingers inward from your hip bone. that’s the seventh division. you tremble, caught between awe and raw need.

his hand slides away, palm falling flat against your hip to steady you. you arch back, heart pounding at the promise in his eyes. nanami shifts, hips angling forward so the tip of his cock brushes over your slick folds, tracing a path right to where he just marked you.

“…ken?"

“i’m applying my technique,” he murmurs. “be quiet.”

time seems to slow as he lines himself up, his gold watch catching the light in the dark room. you feel the heat of him pressing at your entrance—his flat palm still steady on your hip, holding you exactly where he wants you.

then, without warning, he drives into you—cock slick, hot, filling you in one brutal thrust.

you gasp, chest heaving, nails biting into his broad shoulders. the angle is perfect: that first strike of his length at the “seventh point” sends a jolt through your core so intense you see stars. and for a moment, your body doesn’t know what to do with it—all that pressure and pleasure converging too fast, too deep, in exactly the right place.

your thighs twitch around his hips, breath stuttering as you try to catch up to the way your nerves are lighting up. it’s almost too much. almost unfair, how good it feels. like your body is a circuit shorting out under him—overstimulated, already starting to tremble, and he’s only just begun.

“ken—i…” you try to speak, voice thin and cracking. “fuck, that—what did you just—i can’t—”

“breathe,” he murmurs, lips brushing the shell of your ear. “don’t go slack on me now.”

his hips piston in slow, controlled strokes—precision pounding that you know will leave you ruined. each time he bottoms out, there’s a squelch of slick flesh that echoes in your ears.

“kento—!!” you moan, voice cracking as the pleasure finally catches up to you.

he ignores your whine, his focus instead locked on your face to determine whether his angle needs shifting. his woman only deserves the best, after all.

his hand slides from your hip down to your thigh, pressing you open, holding you perfectly still. then he thrusts again, harder this time, hips snapping with wet smack! noises that rattles through your bones.

tears sting your eyes as the pressure builds. you try to shift, to chase the release, but he clamps his palm down on your hip, cutting off every frantic impulse.

“feels good?,” he asks, his voice eliciting a loud moan from your lips.

“yes— yes, fuck!! s’good… don’t stop!!”

his other hand slides up your side to cup the hollow of your ribs. he presses a thumb right on that seventh division again. you arch against it, a strangled cry tearing free as nanami’s cock pistons through you with ruthless intent.

your skin flushes, sweat and tears mixing as he maintains that agonizing rhythm. it’s rough and messy, his breathing ragged, your chest bouncing in time with each brutal thrust. he watches your face— revelling how tears start to stream down your face.

“i—i can’t..i can’t!” you gasp, squeezing your eyes shut as the sensations threaten to overwhelm you, “s’too much! kennn—!”

finally, he slows for a moment, pulling all the way out. you whimper, empty and aching, but he grabs your thighs and pulls you lower down the mattress, flipping you into a mating press while staring down at you. his expression is fierce—strict, possessive, utterly in control.

“look at me,” he commands. his voice is velvet steel.

you meet his gaze, eyes glassy and trembling. he slides back inside, rough and merciless, each thrust hitting deeper, pressing on that spot with maddening accuracy. your nails rake down his back, desperate, fingers digging in hard enough to leave marks.

“baby—fuck! right there,” you gasp, voice shaky, breath catching between moans. “god, y-you’re killing me…”

your eyes catch every glisten of fluid and every slick slide of his skin. his hair falls over his brow, damp. he tucks it back, face set in concentration.

“this is how you’re supposed to feel,” he growls, thrusting deeper, hitting that spot again. “this is correct.”

you cry out—loud and desperate—your voice echoing off the walls. nanami leans forward, mouth brushing your shoulder as he hums that low, dangerous sound, letting you hear how pleased he is.

his fingers dig into your hip, knuckles white, as he finds another pace: rough, punishing, unrelenting. you can’t even think, your body flaring with every jackhammer stroke at the precise seventh point.

“you’re mine,” he breathes, voice thick. “only i can make you feel this good.”

moans spill free as you lose yourself in the rhythm. you’re caged under him—the world reduced to the press of his cock entering you, the grip of his arms, the steady chant of his technique’s promise.

each moment layers on the next until you shatter, falling apart on his cock with a raw scream. nanami holds you through it, continuing to plunge until the final tremor shakes you both.

at last, he slows, panting, and bottoms out one final time. he stills inside you, forehead pressed to yours. sweat drips between you, mingling with tears.

“perfect,” he whispers, voice rough and oddly tender. “exactly as calculated.”

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[bnha-universe]

Clingy mha men when drunk pls 😝😝 add aizawa there tewww

He is Clingy When He is Drunk (HC)

ft. Midoriya, Shoto, Kirishima, Bakugo, Aizawa

Midoriya-

When Izuku gets drunk, his personal space awareness completely disappears. He gravitates toward you like a magnet, sitting far too close, holding your hand with both of his, and resting his forehead against your shoulder. He keeps mumbling about how you’re his “safe place” and how everything feels calmer when you’re near.

He becomes incredibly affectionate and verbally clingy, praising you nonstop. Every little thing you do turns into a heartfelt compliment, from how you laugh to how you exist next to him. If you try to step away, even just for a moment, he immediately notices and gently tugs you back, worried he upset you somehow.

Drunk Izuku is the type to wrap his arms around your waist from behind and refuse to let go. He’ll bury his face into your neck or back, breathing you in and sighing contentedly like he’s finally relaxed. If anyone comments on it, he just tightens his hold and shyly says you’re his partner, like that explains everything.

By the end of the night, he’s basically glued to you and refuses to sleep unless you’re right there. He insists on holding your hand or curling into your side, mumbling soft confessions about how much he loves and trusts you. Even half-asleep, if you shift too much, he’ll instinctively reach for you to make sure you didn’t disappear.

Shoto-

Drunk Shoto becomes surprisingly needy, though he hides it behind quiet, stubborn murmurs. He tends to cling to your arm or shoulder, almost like he’s anchoring himself, and mutters things like, “Don’t leave me,” in a low, slightly embarrassed tone. Unlike sober Shoto, he doesn’t care about appearances- he just wants you close.

He’s not overly talkative, but when he does speak, it’s soft and intimate, often complimenting you in ways he’d never dare when sober. He’ll comment on little things you do, like how your hair falls over your shoulder or the way you laugh, and get a small, satisfied smile if you respond warmly. If you try to drift away, he quietly leans in, pressing his forehead to yours, making it clear he isn’t letting go.

Shoto gets physically clingy in subtle ways, like resting his head against your shoulder or curling an arm around your waist. He tends to stay unusually close while sitting or walking, keeping his hand brushing against yours as though the contact keeps him grounded. If someone notices, he just mutters, “I’m fine,” but really, he’s just afraid of losing your presence.

When it’s time to sleep, drunk Shoto insists on being near you, curling against your side or back. He murmurs small, sleepy reassurances and half-coherent “I love you s while nuzzling close, as if drawing comfort from your warmth. Even in his drunken haze, he notices every slight movement you make and adjusts to maintain that closeness, almost adorably protective.

Kirishima-

Drunk Kirishima becomes an absolute ball of warmth and energy, and you’re the center of it. He immediately starts clinging to you, draping an arm around your shoulders and leaning into you like a human hug magnet. He’ll laugh loudly at everything you say, even the tiniest jokes, and make sure everyone knows you’re his favorite person in the room.

He gets incredibly touchy-feely, resting his head on yours, playing with your hair, or squeezing your hand as if he’s worried you might float away. He’ll gush about how amazing you are, how much he appreciates you, and how lucky he is, all while his grin gets wider and wider. If you try to step away, he dramatically tugs you back and pouts, jokingly accusing you of “abandoning him.”

Kirishima becomes extra verbal about his feelings, slurring compliments and little love confessions with a goofy, earnest intensity. He’ll loudly tell anyone who will listen that you’re the best, sometimes flexing his arm like you’re the reason he’s strong. If you roll your eyes or laugh at his antics, he beams and doubles down, holding onto you like a koala.

When it’s time to rest, he insists on sleeping right next to you, often spooning or draping himself over you with zero shame. He mutters soft praises in his sleepy, slurred voice and keeps a protective arm around you all night. Even if he falls asleep first, he subconsciously scoots closer if he senses you moving, determined to stay physically connected until morning.

Bakugo-

Drunk Katsuki turns into a surprisingly clingy, possessive mess, though he tries (and fails) to mask it with his usual scowl. The moment he’s tipsy, he practically drags you onto his lap or plops down beside you, muttering gruffly that you’re “not going anywhere tonight.” He keeps one arm wrapped around you, occasionally squeezing a little too hard, but only because he’s worried someone else will get too close.

He becomes extremely verbal about how much he doesn’t want to be without you, slurring half-angry, half-sweet statements like, “Don’t leave me, dumbass,” while holding your hand tightly. Compliments come out in bursts between hiccups, awkwardly praising your laugh, your hair, or how soft your shoulder is. If you try to step away or shift, he huffs, dramatically pouts, and drags you back, insisting you “stay put.”

Katsuki’s clinginess extends to small, irritatingly adorable behaviors, like nudging his forehead against yours or burying his face into your neck, kissing and biting along it. He’ll occasionally pepper his drunken rambling with bragging about you to anyone nearby, making it very clear that you’re his. Even though his tone is rough, the way he clings shows a side of him almost no one ever sees: soft, desperate, and completely devoted.

When it’s time to sleep, he refuses to let you have your own space, spooning you aggressively or insisting you lean against him. He mutters sleepy, possessive “don’t go anywhere”s and half-coherent “I love you”s while pulling you closer. Even if he dozes off, his arm tightens if you move, and he unconsciously snuggles closer, determined to keep you right by his side all night. The next morning, he denies that he did any of that, but the little love bites on your neck say otherwise.

Aizawa-

Drunk Aizawa is a rare sight; he’s usually so stoic, but alcohol peels back that layer, a nd suddenly he’s very clingy in a low-key, almost deadpan way. He leans against you as if it’s the most natural thing in the world, resting his head on your shoulder or chest and muttering quiet, slurred reassurances that he “needs you here.” His usual tired demeanor softens, and he occasionally lets out small, sleepy chuckles at your jokes.

He becomes unusually verbal about his dependence on you, though it comes out in his characteristically blunt, sleepy tone. Instead of grand declarations, he mutters things like, “Don’t go anywhere, just stay here,” over and over, barely lifting his head from your shoulder. If you try to move or shift, he groans and lazily clings tighter, clearly not ready to let you out of his reach.

Drunk Aizawa gets subtly physical in ways that are intimate but understated. He might loop an arm around your waist, twine his fingers with yours, or nuzzle briefly into your neck, all while acting like it’s completely ordinary. If someone tries to talk to him, he just shushes them with a sleepy glare, silently signaling that you’re his priority tonight.

When it’s time to sleep, he insists on staying impossibly close, usually curling into your side or half-laying across you with one arm wrapped firmly around you. Even half-asleep, he murmurs small, incoherent affirmations about how he likes having you near and occasionally nuzzles you again if you move. His clinginess is quiet but persistent, leaving no doubt that in his tipsy state, you’re the only person he wants next to him.

[simping-invader]

Aizawa being a simp PLWASE PLEASE PLEASE PLWASE PLEASD PLEASE

I hit a wall and couldn't recover with this one so it kinda just...ends..

But ima post it anyways

Word count 800+

18+

☆

To anyone who doesn't know the man, Shouta Aizawa is the definition of nonchalant. Many of the other pros even see him only as the stoic underground hero, Eraserhead, who moves in the cover of darkness in every aspect, but that couldn't be further from the truth. In reality, that man is a complete SIMP, and it's not like he hides it. No, the way he looks at you is clear as day. It honestly surprises you how the public hasn't figured out the fact that you two are a couple.

Anytime the two of you are in the same room, he's 2 steps behind you, his eyes never once leaving your figure. His hand will not so subtlely graze yours, fingers loosely interlocking with yours. It doesn't matter if it's in the school staff room, a press conference, or anywhere else. He's there following you like a lost puppy. Of course, you're not complaining in the slightest. You love how he can't tear his eyes off of you regardless of what you're doing, and it's not like you're much better. Of course, you hold yourself back when in public. You know how privacy is important to Shouta, but when you're alone or just around your mutual friends, you're all over him. But this isn't about you. No, this is about him.

For someone so stoic, he's really bad at hiding his complete adoration for you. Really, he makes you feel like you're the only person in the world when he looks at you with those eyes of his that are typically as composed as he is, but when he's looking at you they're filled with such love. It's insane that no one's caught on. Hizashi and Nemuri have multiple bets on when he'll fully give himself away. Hizashi is positive that someone will notice. After all, his level of simp is painfully obvious even under the stoic act he always has on. Nemuri, on the other hand, feels that, at the very least, the public is simply too...well, stupid to realize. You're not sure who's side you agree with. This display has been going on for months. Ever since you two first got together, he's been a poorly masked simp.

not even those two know how much more of a simp he is when he gets you alone. Once you two are safe from all prying eyes, the real him comes out. And boy, is he devoted to you. Especially if you're getting home from a long day of having fans fawn over you, going from press meeting to magazine shoot, then to your patrol, on the rare occasions he's able, when your schedules aline, you find him wating for you to get home. As soon as you walk inside, his hands are on you, tugging at your clothes as his mouth clashes against yours in a hungry kiss. It's been far too long since the last time he had his lips on yours, in his opinion anyway. He's not waiting any longer. You're all too happy to let him back you up towards the couch, both of you too preoccupied with the searing kiss to really care about going all the way to the bedroom. When you hit the couch and consequently fall onto it, he's quick to cage you in, his mouth only leaves yours in favor of trailing a mix of sloppy kisses and love bites down what parts of your neck he has access to.

You can't help but tease him a bit, seeing him so eager to get his hands on you as If it's been years, when in reality it's only been about a week since the two of you have had time together, still far too long in your opinion, but it's always amusing to see him like this. "You're awfully eager tonight sho, you didn't even say hello." The tone of your voice is a teasing pout, your fingers running through his messy hair as his mouth marks up your neck "No hi honey, no how was your day, no I missed you." You let out a dramatic sigh. "It's like you dont even care. " Really, you don't expect him to respond. You are just messing with him after all, but when he does pull away you let out a small noise of disappointment, although that changes when you properly look at him and see that look on his face. That sweet, desperate look that only you ever get to see. His pupils wide, eyes full of need, his lips glossy. He looks perfectly pathetic, and it makes your heart, and your cunt throb. What really gets you, though, is what comes out of his mouth. His voice velvety yet undeniably full of desire and pure need. "Let me show you how much I care."

He leans in, his face inches from yours, breath hot on your lips. "You know just how badly I missed you." His fingers hook under your shirt, and he wastes no time getting it off of you, his mouth immediately attacking the newly uncovered flesh

[deepsummitfate-deactivated20260]

hii!! is it okay for you to do a completely sfw version of the beefy aizawa hcs pls ? 💕💕

yes ofc!!! ────୨ৎ────────୨ৎ────

beefy! shouta aizawa: who will lay on the couch after working out with your head on his chest as he runs his large hands through your hair. his breath is steady as the TV plays a random youtube video. his muscles ache as they flex randomly because of the heavy weights but he doesn't care as he's just happy to be with you. he'll kiss the top of your head then whisper. "I love you, gorgeous."

beefy! shouta aizawa: who will place a kiss on your cheek as he wakes up earlier then you for his work at UA. hr'll get up as quietly as he can before he stretches his shoulders. he'll get ready and then when he walks out of the washroom to see you're awake with a coffee ready for him, he sighs. "babe, I thought I told you not to wake up with me?" you shrug him off as you open your arms for him to lay in. his weight presses you against the mattress as he gives you a quick peck on the lips before exiting the bedroom. "go back to sleep. if I were you, i'd take advantage of it. I love you, hopefully i'll be home on time."

beefy! shouta aizawa: who will bring random stray cats into the house. he calls you to the front door and when you quickly come thinking something is wrong. he holds up a stray black cat, his biceps flexing as he holds the cat out in your direction. his little smirk doesn't go unnoticed as you scold him. he eventually convinces you to give in and adopt the cat with his arms crossed over his broad chest as you hold the cat that's now purring in your arms.

beefy! shouta aizawa: who won't let you get out of bed on the weekend. his big arm is hoisted around your hip and it tightens with every move you make. his face is nuzzled into your neck, his stubble tickling your cheek as he sighs. the peace doesn't last long as before you shut your eyes again, eri runs into the room with her stuffy and hops onto the bed. she works her little self in-between you and shouta before getting under the covers and pressing her cold feet against the both of you, which wakes you both up instantly. (genuinely all kids have freezing cold feet and I don't know why)

beefy! shouta aizawa: who promises to himself to be the best husband to you and the best father to eri. he uses his strength from all of his bulk to pick you both up at the same time, flashing one of his rare smiles as eris giggles fill the room. he'll always make sure that you and eris needs are met before his. he'll always make sure you 2 get fed before he does or he'll make sure you 2 are safe before his own. you 2 (+ the new cat) are the centre of his life, and even though he may not say it a lot. seeing you and eri cuddling on the couch under a hello kitty blanket as he slowly makes his way into the house from a long day will always warm his heart.

beefy! shouta aizawa: who will love you forever and ever. especially after being such an amazing wife to him and an amazing mother to eri.

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Hiii! I love your writing sm! Can I request beefy Aizawa? Thank you!

hiii!!! thank you so so much :') and of course, I love my sleepy king 🤤 (first time writing for him.. so I'm really sorry if occ!!)

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beefy! shouta aizawa: who will have your cat held in one arm as he walks around the house without a shirt on. his happy trail and little tummy out for you and the paparazzi to see (if they're looking through the windows). his massive bicep flexes as he holds the feline as you're just drooling. he looks over at you and gives you a questionable look. "what are you looking at like that?"

beefy! shouta aizawa: who will make sure you get your food before him as he'll take the rest of the dish after you're done getting yours first. he always makes sure that you're fed and happy before he is. "alright baby, you get yours first.. no, no arguing with me. eat."

beefy! shouta aizawa: who will make sure that he attends to all of your needs before his own. making sure you're happy and satisfied before he does anything on his own. before he works out? he'll finger you and make you see stars while sucking on your swollen nipple. before he goes to work? he'll tie you up with his binding cloth and fuck you dumb.

beefy! shouta aizawa: who will let you ride him, taking his girthy dick at whatever pace you want as he just watches. he lets you use him as a personally dildo, but he'll always make sure to whisper the filthiest shit in your ear to make you more eager. "come on, baby. fuckin' ride me harder I know you've been thinking about this the whole day. didn't you? horny fucking girl."

beefy! shouta aizawa: who will tie you up and overstimulate you as he will be curling weights. a vibrator lays on your clit as the binding cloth which holds your wrists to the bed frame. you've cum 3 times now as he's curling a 100 lbs (45kg) dumbbell as you're whining out. "hnghhh... shouta... c-can't cum again.. fuck!!" he turns up the vibrator using a little remote. he groans as he curls the dumbbell again, "yes you can, baby. you have one more in you.. how about you fuckin' squirt for me. then i'll eat you out like a mad man.. wouldn't you like that..?"

beefy! shouta aizawa: who will open your legs up wideeee to fit his broad shoulders as he licks and suckles your sweet pussy. his stubble tickling your thighs as he brings his thick fingers to your slit. he sticks 2 fingers in your sweet cunt and curls them upwards towards your g spot which has you bucking your hips up to his face. your hands reach down and grab his long black hair as his eyes roll to the back of his head. "fuck, you've always gotten so wet for me lately.. you like how big i've gotten? you like how big and beefy your husband is now? fuck... you taste so fuckin' good.."

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