#hiragi x reader

[aquavivee]

Working at the shoe store that Hiragi gets all his leather shoes from. Trying your hardest not to laugh when he comes in every few days asking for advice on absurd things like how to get blood out of white leather with his face beet red the entire time.

[tsunderelover07]

Looking to get some Wind Breaker merch, specifically for Hiragi. Any recommendations where i can find some? (In US)

[kentocalls]

hiragi toma | sentimental part one, corporate!au, book lover reader, sfw. tgcf is mentioned but there are no spoilers for that book, the Water God story is made up (not referencing a real book)

The Water God has finally faced the villain. After all the peril and determination to save those close, the final scene is being devoured by your devoted eyes.

Oh, how fiercely the Water God is monologing, how much disdain the villain has for them. And your alarm had rudely gripped you back to reality. You woke up, promised yourself you'd read more after work. 

But but but-- you spent a good, solid, four hours at work editing videos to precision. So it's okay? Right! You've done your job, you're not bothering anyone as you...sit in this stairwell crying your eyes out and slowly flipping to the next page. 

Tsubakino told you to take an extra long lunch too, somehow knowing you were dying to read the final chapters. Even the twins didn't fuss when you grabbed the book and ran away instead of your own lunch kit. 

But damn, books should come with 'will rip your heart out and stomp at it until its mush' warnings. Because, because, the Water God made the ultimate sacrifice and--

"No one should be crying while reading a book." A handkerchief is gently tapping the corner of your eyes. What stared as gentle tears  now turns into a full on emotional outburst.

"The..W-Water G-od...." more sniffles and uncontrolled words are all Hiragi gets out of you for the next few minutes. 

Sighing, he takes a set on the ground in front of you, long fingers reaching out to take the book from your shaking hands. He slips in a business card as bookmark for your spot.  He looks a big uncertain.

Not not sure if he's glad a book made you cry or  worried a book made you cry.  (Do people have such soft hearts anymore?)

After you've sobered up from the storm of devastating writing your puffy eyes look up. Sharp jawline and cheek bones, the blond hair, where have you seen him?  He's wearing leather pants and given the casualness of the rest of his outfit he must be a manager or team lead of some sort... 

Oh great. 

"I'm sorry! The book--"

"Why are people writing things that make people cry?" Hiragi is pulling the book to his face, taking in the title and author.  It doesn't look like a book that would people cry. But he knows better than to judge things based on their cover. Somehow though, he doesn't like this book made someone as cute as you cry. 

"It's actually a very moving tale, the author has taken a classic myth and turned into something beautiful and special. The way you're compelled to hate the Water God in the first book but by the third you're--"

"There's more than one?"

"It's a series-- yes."

"And the first one didn't make ya' cry?" 

Oh you feel your face flush, "No, it made me a bit angry but no tears."

He hums, taking a close look at your face.  You stare back because, just, where have you seen him?

Hiragi isn't sure why you're looking so intently at him. Belatedly he realizes he's holding your book, hands it back with a soft sigh. "Don't keep reading if it's sad, alright?"

That causes a surge of protest, how can you simply not know how a story ends? You've waited a full seven months for book three to come out. "I have to know what happens, no matter what!"

That has a smile forming on his face, happy to hear the determination in your voice, "No matter what, huh?"  He leans into your space, "The story is that good?"

You don't trust yourself to speak, let out a small nod and watch as this somewhat familiar man stands up.

Oh, oh wow, he's tall. And given how you're sitting if you were look ahead you'd be staring at his --

A pat at the top of your head, "Don't read it alone then, okay?" And up he goes the flight of stairs. Leaving you with a mix of emotions.

One things clear, whoever he was, his hand was very warm.

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    "Umemiya's asking to use audio from the movie Zootopia again." Seiryu sighs.  

You have your headphones in, meticulously editing away the video ad sponsoring the company's new product. The story board was super duper vague and you're wondering how this Sakura Haruka person got his idea approved. 

The Marketing team is notorious for their lack of details but this, this story board is the worst you've ever seen. The team lead, Toma H. should be fired you think.

There's a poke to your cheek and you turn to find Tsubakino holding out a boba drink.

"THANK YOU!" You say too loudly, earning a click of Uryu's tongue. "Sorry." You say sweetly, pulling your headphones off and watching Tsubakino hum over the current edits you've placed. You play the lower render version so he can give you pointers. You're not sure how exactly to execute the terrible story board the Marketing team sent over.

"Slow down the timing here, and see this info-let? Make the background a little more transparent." 

"Hey, did you hear me? Umemiya wants Zootop--" 

"The Legal team said it was impossible to get Disney sign off, so I'm not adding it in."

"It's just for an internal company meeting."

"It goes on the public facing portal too, tell Mr. Umemiya no." You turn to Tsubakino for back up, you hate being the bad guy but you know how serious copyrighting can get. Especially with evil big Disney. 

"I'll talk to Umemiya...but you'll have to go tell Hiragi the request is rejected."

"Hiragi?" Why does that name sound familiar? You're trying to palce it when Uryu 

"Toma H.- the H stands for Hiragi."

Both the twins look away after when you ask who Hiragi is and why the rejection needs to go to him. Why can't you e-mail Sugishita Kyotaro, Mr. Umemiya's executive assistant. "You rather talk to Sugishita?" You nod, Sugishita and you have debated over Murakami books, he seems intelligent and reasonable. Someone who can definitely talk some sense into Mr. Umemiya. Plus you rather talk to someone you know but Tsubakino sends you up to the Marketing department anyways.

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    You don't end up walking to the Marketing department because the door was locked. Instead, you head home early and stop by the bookstore, book four is taking pre-orders and you want to confirm the delivery date. You can't remember if it's the 10th or the 11th, you want to request the day off so you can dive in. 

And while you're there why not check out the new covers for the series? It's not like you have to buy them, you can look with your eyes. Touch the cover, hold it to keep it warm, walk it to the register while you ask your question. That's all. It doesn't mean you'll take it home.

Except, except, there's a very tall, blond, sharp looking man blocking you from the table of ultimate dreams. He's glaring into Book 1 with such fever and--it's him! The manager from the stairwell incident. You don't know why you duck into the mysterious aisle but you do, and you peak out to watch him.  His eyebrows aren't furrowed but his expression looks grim, he's squinting at the book description before sighing, you hide when he walks past the aisle and see him head to the register.

(It's not like Hiragi went to the book store with the specific purpose of purchasing that book. He went to meet a client, the client cancelled and he had time to kill before heading home. The book was by a table that he happened to stumble into while looking for the restroom. It's not like he's been thinking about you and why you were crying over a book. Not that at all.)

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    Hiragi doesn't understand how anyone could cry for the Water God. He's an arrogant bastard who has ideal principles grounded in nothing real. A toddler understands the concept up 'no' faster than this God -- but you shed tears for him?  He pushes his glasses up again as he settles into the book for the rest of the night. 

If he stops by the book store early in next morning, purchases both book two and three, that's because he's looking for an answer to his question. Nothing more, nothing less.  It's not like he's told himself he needs to be prepared by the time book four comes out, it's not like he told the book shop employee to let him read the book first. It's not like he has plans to warn you about any sadness in book four.

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    A copy of Heaven Official's Blessing is plopped onto your desk and slides towards you, long fingers tapping at the cover. You slide of your head phones and look up to see--

  "Hiragi! What a pleasant surprise!" Tsubakino places your matcha latte next to the keyboard, ready to intervene if Hiragi is here to push for the Zootopia song.  You look between the two, "You're Toma H?"

He gives you what he hopes is a polite smile, "Read this instead, Xie Lian is a way more likable than your Water God series.  Oh, and tell me before you start book four."

And then he's off.  

"What just happened?"  You blink up at Tsubakino, whose grin does nothing to calm your beating heart.

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    Xie Lian, is indeed, a very likable character. Mixed with Hua Cheng and this series is absolutely devoured by you in no time. You're eagerly reading through book two, three and  decide to skip lunch to pick up book four.  

The bouncing energy practically radiating off of you as you skip through the elevator towards the company exit. You know Hiragi told you to tell him when you're on book four but that was weeks ago, and things have happened in book three. You can't wait a full day to find the Marketing Director, he probably doesn't even remember and if he did, he'd understand wouldn't he? After all he recommended the series to you!

Except, you decide, dreadfully, to start book four that night. You barely make it through lunch before you're in the stairwell crying again trying to eat the strawberry snacks you packed. 

A familiar figure is crouching down in front of you "I thought I told you to tell me when you got to book four."

"You sa...you said this..."

A handkerchief to the side of your eyes, "I said Xie Lian is a better character, not that this series wouldn't hurt..."  And he let's you have your tangled emotional sobbing frustration, "It gets better, keep reading."

And the way your eyes beam up at him, the way your soft voice says, "Promise?"

Hiragi Toma in that moment, has never, ever, wanted anything more than to keep your trust. "Promise. You can shave my head if it's a lie."

You sniffle at that, "I don't want that. The blond is pretty." And you're reaching to touch his hair, frowning when you realize, "It feels like a broom."

His smooth, low chuckle has reality hitting you again.

What are you doing to this handsome man's hair!

You aren't even friends!

You snatch your hand back so fast.   "Finish your lunch and keep reading, it gets better."

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    "A hair mask?" You are trying so hard not to look at the ground but you're in the Marketing department, which should really be renamed to the Modeling department because how are all these handsome men in ONE team.  

"As a thank you, for recommending the series to me." 

He wants to say that he made you cry and he shouldn't be thanked for that but, he looks at his team whose very suspiciously silent, "Thanks. Hey can I speak to you for a moment."

"I cannot approve the song from the Hercules movies, you guys have got to stop requesting  songs that aren't in the approved catalogue, we don't have the budget or lawyers to fight Disney."  He just chuckles, there's grumbling of his team behind you but you follow him to the stairwell.

"Thank you again for the hair mask and I'll be more careful about my team."  The way the light is coming in from the window, making his eyes glow soft and warm. To anyone else Hiragi Toma must look like an intimidating, scary man but you know, he's a really nice guy right? 

"I was wondering if you could actually help me with something."

"Anything."

He points to the headphones around your neck, "I take it you're an expert on audio?"

"I...I guess so, yes. I'm particular about headphones since it's part of my job and I can't wear things that hurt my ears for a long period of time. Not everything on the market is ergonomically designed, did you know that?  I hate how companies don't consider--" stop stop stop you're rambling, you tie it up with, "I like music, yes." Excellent. 

Not only are you a book cryer but you're a rambler.

But it doesn't seem to deter Hiragi, he remains calm and composed, "I knew it,  you're perfect."

Huh?

"Umm, I-- Ren, on my team...he also likes music and is big into headphones and his birthday is coming up and, if you had time this weekend would you help me find the perfect pair for him?"

You turn around to peak back through the doors, Sakura Haruka and a guy wearing headphones quickly shuffle away from the door window. You grin, "I can do that."

Then you frown. "This weekend?"

"Yeah, does that work for you?"

You wanted to finish book five but when you look at him, that seems like a silly reason. Beautiful, handome, kind man wants your help with finding a gift for his colleague. He probably doesn't ask many people for help from what Tsubakino has told you about him. (Mr. Keeps to himself Hiragi but somehow Mr. Umemiya adores him.) 

You're surely not going to miss the chance to get to know Hiragi right?

[shigarosie]

"I like you."

"No you don't."

You respond like it's a challenge. "Yes, I do. I've liked you for a long time. I think about the kind of dates I want to go on with you. I daydream about kissing you. Every time we hang out I go home and write about it in a diary that I hide under my mattress."

Hiragi sighs, running a hand down his face. "Kid-"

"I'm not a kid." Your face has soured. "You act like I'm still the same thirteen year old you took under your wing. I'm twenty-two, Toma. I have a job, I pay bills, I go to bars." You pause. "I have sex with men."

Hiragi sharply inhales. He figured maybe at some point you must have done something. But to hear you state it outright... To know for a fact that it has happened, more than once...

To know he couldn't be the one to help you through your first time...

"You may be grown," he says, stepping towards you, "but you still have a ways to go, kid. You still need me there to protect you-"

You cut him off once more, taking your own step closer. "I need you in more ways than one, Toma."

"Dammit." His jaw clenches and his fists curl- you almost smile as he reaches into his back pocket for his little package of stomach medicine. "You're gonna be the death of me, kid."

You open your mouth, ready to argue again, but he grabs you by the cheeks, squeezing just enough to make your lips pout and shock you into silence.

"If you want me to fuck you like the woman you claim to be, quit arguing with me like a kid."

[osamisu]

HEAVY HITTING ࿔*:･ﾟ

꒰ h. toma x gn!reader ꒱

° sypnosis: picking apart the pieces of hiragi toma's mind, one massage and question at a time.

° warnings: slightly ooc, fluff/angst kinda?? if you squint, hiragi refers to reader as "doll" once, you're massaging the tension from his torso so idk if that makes you uncomfy, slight spoilers?? nothing too in depth, uh cussing, no formal use of pronouns, meant to be read as the first time hiragi says "i love you" but however you interpret it is fine, 1k words

° notes: first wind breaker fic probs sucks sorry xx

"You carry so much stress in your tits." you state bluntly, fingers making deft work of the skin beneath Hiragi's chest, the pads of your thumbs pressing down and sliding in soothing motions.

He chokes beneath you on his spit, head shooting up off the pillow. The tips of his ears are bright red and his already pronounced cheekbones are now even more prominent when his jaw clenches.

"What the hell are ya on about?!" he guffaws, as if it isn't hard enough for him to remain behaved while you straddle him, "My tits? You're s'pposed to be massaging my stomach."

You shrug simply, shooting him a playful grin, “I’m getting there, jeez…so impatient…” you hum, fingers sliding lower down to his sides, “...if you stopped stressing so much, I wouldn’t have to do this in the first place. But it’s better than you overdosing on Gas-kun10.” 

“You didn’t answer my question,” he groans, the hand he has resting on your thigh squeezing it softly, “my tits? Really? And you would stress too if you—”

“Dealt with Umemiya and all your underclassmen, yes, I know,” you reply, pinching his skin and making him whine, “but that’s not what I said. You’re always stressed, it’s like…your resting state. You never allow your mind to be rid free of your burdens.”

He raises his eyebrows, clicking his tongue before softly sighing again, throwing his head back against the pillow, “...Because even if everything I worry about today goes right,” he starts, his eyes darting from the ceiling to your face, “there is always tomorrow.”

You fall silent, your eyes darting away from his and instead down to his torso. His t-shirt is pulled up to the edge of his chest, exposing his abdomen and a small sliver of his chest. You watch his toned stomach rise and fall repeatedly as he breathes beneath you, your fingers finally coming down to press into the flesh of his stomach.

You’re deep in thought for a moment before speaking again, “...You really just think all the time, huh?”

It comes off more as a statement than it does a question, which catches Hiragi’s attention. He doesn’t respond, allowing silence between the two of you for a few moments, relishing in the way your fingers massage at his skin. Sighing contently, he allows himself to relax (or, attempt to) beneath your touch. His eyes fluttering shut and his hand squeezing your thigh again.

“Of course I do,” he finally mumbles, peering up at you through a half-lidded gaze, “I think about Furin, and the town, and you. I think about everything, I don’t know what I’d do with myself if I didn’t.”

“Well it certainly wouldn’t be talking,” you snort teasingly, “you’re not exactly the best at verbalizing things, and when you do it’s normally some piece of wise advice in passing. Seriously, are you sure you’re not secretly eighty years old or something?”

“Watch it,” he growls, eyes opened fully now as he rolls them, sitting up on the bed so the two of you are face-to-face, “I verbalize plenty. There’s just some things I find hard to say, that’s all.”

“Like what?” you whisper, the tips of your noses barely a millimeter apart. You splay your hands against his torso and slide them up comfortingly one last time before removing them, causing him to shiver from the lack of your warmth. 

His own hands slide up your thighs, and wrap loosely around your waist. For a moment, he seriously considers telling you. Telling you about how scared he is of this upcoming war, how terrified he is to even think about everything he’s ever fought for come crumbling down. Even worse, how petrified he is that something will happen to you.

But instead he just shrugs, “Maybe I’ll tell you some other time,” he responds softly, and the small smile he gives you tells you not to push further, “but for now I think my stomach has finally calmed down enough to go to sleep.”

You want to keep pushing, that’s all you want to ever do with Hirgai. It’s not like the man is emotionless, he gets annoyed, and stressed, and pissed off pretty easily. But it’s like any other emotion is shoved into the deepest crevices he can find, in parts of his soul that even you can’t touch.

So, you reluctantly relent. Switching off the bedside table and crawling beside him, you wait for him to assume his position. Typically sleeping on his side with his arms crossed over his chest, but he does a whole 180 instead. Burying his face deep in the crook of your neck, his arms wrapped tight around your midsection.

You're shocked, to say the least. But, the feeling isn’t unwelcome. You wrap your arms around him, slowly, tentatively as if he were some sort of scared animal. It’s silent again.

“...Hey, doll?” he whispers, it’s quiet and almost shaky, but it breaks the silence immediately. 

“Yes Toma?” you respond, arms instinctively squeezing him tighter. You can almost sense the feeling that shoots up through his core, his body shaking slightly against yours.

He pauses again for a minute, and even though you can’t see his face, you can picture the glassy look in his eyes. “I love you.” he states bluntly, nothing more and nothing less. 

Because truth be told, Hiragi is bad with his words. He’s bad with verbalizing his emotions, ones that aren’t in the irritated category anyways. But whenever he does open up, even for a moment, his words ring true and hit heavy. The emotion that he tries so hard to keep to himself spilling over if only for a moment, allowing you into this piece of himself for a fleeting second.

You bask in it, as if it were a wave of gold wrapping around you in a warm cocoon. You may never know what Hiragi is actually thinking, but at this moment you understand. And you’re in no place to doubt him.

“I love you too.”

[o-sachi]

Tummy Aches - Drabble for WinBre Week!

ᯓ hiragi's acid reflux happens for a number of reasons and you happen to be one of them (affectionately) ᯓ character; hiragi toma (wind breaker) ᯓ tags; FLUFF, a little bit of tsundere hiragi, no y/n, afab reader, self-indulgent fic hehez

[🐟]: for day 7 prompt - fighting! (they do kind of fight, right?) @windbreakerweek

You could never forget the day he stood bravely in front of you, shielding you from those scumbags that threatened you on the street a few minutes ago. It wasn't much of an exaggeration to say that you were mesmerized by him.

No matter what the scumbags did—punching, kicking, swinging their flimsy bats around—none of them even made a scratch on the man that saved you. He parried his way through, giving them each a single punch enough to put them to sleep.

He quite literally defeated them all without a sweat. Hell, you couldn't even tell that he was in a fight.

"Anyone who causes pain, who brings destruction, who holds evil in their heart, will be purged by Bofurin without exception."

You sat there awestruck at his strength and courage. A fly could've flown into your mouth with how long it was left agape. Truly, you were frozen in place. It's not everyday you witness a one-man-beatdown. You were filled with adrenaline... and newfound admiration?

As you stared at his broad back, dumbfounded, your savior turned to look at you. He felt a bit concerned seeing you dazed like that on the street. Sighing, he walked over to you and crouched down so that you were eye-to-eye.

If he hadn't saved you today, you would have mistook him for a bad guy. But, clearly, he was nothing of the sort.

"Did they hurt you? You alright?"

His eyes darted along your face and arms, checking for any signs of injury. But you quickly shook your head. "No, no, I'm alright. They just threatened me a bit." He smiles warmly at you. "Good to know," he replies, standing up to his feet. "Stay safe, alright? Don't get into trouble again."

Ah... he was walking away. You haven't even thanked him yet.

"Wait!"

He turns to face you once more. With an eyebrow quirked, he wondered what else you had to say.

"Thank you! May I know your name?"

He offers you another smile. "Hiragi... Hiragi Toma."

Well... that happened a few months ago. If only Hiragi knew what that scuffle would result in—he would've ignored your thanks and ran away without telling you his name.

After that fateful encounter, you waited by Furin's gate. While you may not be familiar with its students, you knew well enough what the black uniform with the intricate cuff designs indicated.

The first visit was for you to simply show your gratitude. You planned on asking him to come with you to visit the cafe downtown—your treat, of course. He wanted to deny primarily because he believed that he was only doing his job and that didn't warrant anything in return, especially not this much.

But his friend, whom you've come to know now as Umemiya, insisted that he go through with it. You quickly realized how skillful he was at negotiating with others. One amusing exchange later and Hiragi finally relented.

However, that wasn't the last of your meet ups. Umemiya took an interest in the girl that "asked out" Hiragi. No, not THAT kind of interest. But more so he wants his buddy to end up with you. Ume thought you two would look cute together after all.

And oh boy... he made sure you two met a lot.

Ume invited you to visit Furin every once in a while under the pretense that you were his new friend. He made sure to introduce you to Kotoha as well so it'd become a norm to see you at the cafe too.

Umemiya Hajime was without a doubt the best wingman ever and you were eternally grateful. You liked Hiragi after all.

If it all worked out then, Ume's right hand man would be happy and you'd be even happier. It was a win-win situation for you and the scheming top dog of Furin.

As for Hiragi... you couldn't tell if he felt the same way.

At first, when your smiles were met with him gritting his teeth, you thought it was quite funny. You took it as your own brand of special banter. Y'know—it's like the sunshine meets grumpy trope you read in those young adult romance novels.

But if any of those books told you anything—it's that the grump will soften over time after the painstaking efforts done by sunshine. In theory, it should work out all dandy like that.

However, reality often disappoints.

Your resolve gets weaker as the days go by. You were starting to look like a fool, trying to get him to like you back. Despite all of that and despite wanting to be true to yourself, you believed in the spirit of never giving up until the bitter end.

You'll give it one last shot before putting up the white flag. If he still pushes you away then... that's the end of it.

The sun was beginning to set as you waited for him by the gate of Furin once more. The breeze blew gently, making it perfect for an afternoon stroll.

A couple of Furin students would walk out, greeting you as they prepared their journey back to their homes. Then, he came—the person you were actually waiting for.

The usual scowl adorned his face with his hands stuffed deep into his pockets. A deep sigh escapes from his lips upon seeing you waiting for him.

"Let me guess—you're waiting for me hm?"

You chuckle. "What makes you think that?"

He clicks his tongue. "Don't play with me." Hiragi goes beyond the gate and you follow suit. At the very least, he didn't tell you to buzz off nor is he walking ahead of you.

"You're not asking me to go to the cafe today?"

Have you Pavlov'd him that much to prompt such a question from him?

"No... I guess I just wanted to chat a bit before we part ways."

Funny. But you didn't intend for that last part to have double meaning. At some point on this walk, you'll have to split up to enter different neighborhoods. But, then again, it could also foreshadow what was to become of your fondness for him.

Silence was the only thing between the two of you. While he appreciated the rare calmness despite your presence, he couldn't deny that it was strange that you were so quiet. It was unlike you.

The two of you walked wordlessly for a while. Everything was normal up until you saw another couple walking down the street opposite from you and Hiragi. Your eyes trailed down to their hands and how they were clasped together.

Jealous was the exact word to describe what you felt.

Out of the corner of your eye, you checked him. He was still facing forward, obviously not sparing you glance.

But even then—and you don't know what spurred you on—you reached out for his hand, slowly intertwining your smaller fingers with his.

The touch took a while to register in his brain as he glanced down at your hands.

He quickly yanked his hand away like he was revolted. "What are you doing?"

Part of you expected this reaction, but actually seeing it unfold left you astounded. Not a word left your mouth as he picked up his pace, only to stop a few meters in front of you.

He pulled out his trusty anti-acid reflux tablets from the inner pocket of his school coat and chucked a couple in his mouth. It left you wondering—was he that repulsed by you? Were you so obnoxious to the point that it pushed him to physically refuse you?

This was worse than hearing a verbal form of rejection—that's for sure.

The harrowing pit in your stomach was eating you away—gnawing at every last piece of hope that you had. You lowered your head. "Really? You hate me that much that I make your stomach hurt?"

"Huh?"

Hiragi's eyes widened upon seeing you like that. You were uncharacteristically quiet today and now you were all mopey.

"Hate? What do you mean hate?"

"That," you say while pointing at the box of medicine he was holding. "You had to take that just because I held your hand? Was it so bad it made your stomach turn?"

His jaw dropped. You weren't silly to assume that. After how he treated you all this time—it was the only explanation that made sense. But God, did it frustrate him to be misunderstood.

He could choose to continue pretending or to come out clean.

But the frown on your face and the slight falter in your voice that told him you were on the verge of tears pushed him to do the latter.

"My stomach starts hurting around you—not because I hate you but because... I get nervous around you."

His eyes held nothing but sincerity as he peered into you. "I don't know how to handle these feelings, so now I look like an asshole huh?"

"I'm such an idiot," he sighs.

Was this the revolutionary arc between sunshine and grumpy? Was it happening? Now? At this moment? Really?

Cliche as it was—the confession brought a smile to your face.

"You mean I give you butterflies?"

He sighs again. "I wouldn't use that word... but if it helps you understand then, yes." Hiragi looks away. He had embarrassed himself enough at this point.

You catch up to him and the proximity forces him to look at you.

"So can I hold your hand or will you have another tummy ache?"

He pinches the bridge of his nose. "Seriously. First, you call it butterflies and now tummy ache? What am I? Five?"

Hiragi tries so hard to look annoyed, but it's hard to be convinced when he has your hand in his own.

o-sachi © 2024 pls do not translate/copy/reupload my work on other platforms.

[blueparadis]

Do they prefer thighs or boobs? Hiragi and umemiya please!, Include others characters are up 2 you I really love your writings🫶

cw: ex.plict smût, established relationship, lot of marking and biting, s/d dynamics, mention of ex.plict sexual activities, oral acts, headcanon + scenarios format. added characters: sakura & nirei.

note: thank you >:)) im enjoying writing too after a so long so your compliment means a lot to me. | dividers by @/cafekitsune

HIRAGI TOMA — He claims that he does not have a preference. He doesn't really. It's just when he is between your legs, done marking your inner thighs, he ends up thinking about how his teeth marks would look around your saliva-soaked shining nipples. He often takes a good look at the parts where he left his teeth marks. If he is feeling extra proud of how he made you look after getting freshly marked and overstimulated due to multiple orgasms he might take a few snaps.

UMEMIYA HAJIME — Umemiya is definitely a thigh guy. He loves to make you sit on his face and eat you out. He is cautious with his teeth unlike Hiragi but the way you moan keeps tempting him. He has insisted you so many times to get a thigh tattoo. If not the inner section, then the upper thigh? please? pretty please? he has insisted on you so much that it has come to the point of begging and negotiation since the only image he keeps painting in his head is his tattooed name on your thighs as he fucks you from behind in front of a full-length mirror.

NIREI AKIHIKO — When Nirei came to you he was nothing but an obsidian pitch-black slate but holy heavens the ways he makes you cum was never something you knew before. When given the right amount, he can use the info in such a newfound way but when it worked against you, it was a little hard to take in. With a vibrator inside you, he often plays with your boobs and suckles on them by making you sit on them while fingering you but just before you can cum he slaps onto your thighs making you embarrassed by the way you shrink and leaving a shrill cry of pleasure. But sometimes he doesn't and that's more frustrating.

SAKURA HARUKA — Sakura loves your boobs; loves to hold them, squeeze them, massage them, bite and lick them — anything you say but he gets extra demanding on some days when he insists to suckle on your boobs as you jerk him off. His head on your lap as he suckles and bites your boobs, tends to them while you make him cum, and just before he cums; you can feel it. You can feel him grasping onto your flesh, his tummy becoming taut, his chest twitching, his teeth biting your flesh as he peaks his orgasm. the first time you made him cum like this he insists on doing it more with so much enthusiasm that it makes it harder for you to ask him the same pleasure from him. Not that he would deny but before getting into the act he is definitely going to overthink.

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Someone needs to do a headcanons about these police! Bofurin’s boys !!

Also these goods are really nice