᭄ི₍᭡ now that hiromi higuruma (dada man) has been officially been on my tv screen…i been thinking…🫦
𝜗𝒞 hiro! has a real bad infatuation with your titties. size doesn’t matter, big sexy juicy, itty bitty pretty, in a tight tank top, a lacey bra, he likes when they’re pressed together and you have your cleavage on display, he likes when they’re sitting apart and your sternum is on display. he’s constantly pressing his handsome face into ur chest, letting out a biiiig sigh into your body as if just submerging his nose into the smell of you is reviving him after having to use that big brain of his all day. he also is constantly grabbing them. date night? he’s walking by you getting ready, giving them a quick squeeze (its only quick cuz you told him to get off you so you can finish getting ready btw). sleeping? his favorite way to cuddle with you is to spoon you and wrap his strong arms around you and grab at your chest. falling asleep clutching your boobies in his big hands. and pleeaaseee don’t be insecure about your pretty chest around him, you won’t make it out alive.
𝜗𝒞 hiro! is definitely the best at aftercare. he's running you a bath, he's laying out clothes for you, shit he’s even preparing you a charcuterie board while you soak. he doesn't talk much but when he does, he talks to you so sweetly, jokes around with you while massaging your soapy scalp. (he’s also ignoring the boner he has raging in his pants at the sight of the soapy suds sliding down your boobs.) he reassures your dumb little fucked out head so you know no matter what you're still his good girl, regardless of how much he’s convinced you otherwise. he watches your comfort show with you, starts that new show with you, whips out the ole movie collection, puts on one of his favorites he wants to share with you. he’ll massage every bruise he left on you, kiss every piece of you he smacked or bit. and even if you were the one topping him, he still prioritizes your mental once you guys are done. mumbling a quick “you okay?” from underneath you while you're still catching your breath, he’s already caught his.
𝜗𝒞 hiro! answers all of your court questions no matter how silly they are. he loves you and wants you to have all the answers you need, especially about something he specializes in. he likes the fact you know he’s smart. not in a cocky way, he desires your attention and he likes that he can give you what you desire. which is…
“can you just dramatically storm out of a courtroom?" “you can. but you’ll likely be held in contempt of court. judges don’t appreciate theatrics unless they’re the ones in control.”
“do lawyers ever know their client is guilty?” “sometimes.. but criminal defense attorneys are there to make sure the law is followed and the accused receives a fair trial. the system requires fairness, not assumptions.”
“can you object to someone just…being annoying?” “no. annoying is not a legal basis for objection. unfortunately.”
you are a strange one though, sometimes asking him the worst things during the worst best times. sitting across from him at dinner, high heel pressing against his bulge underneath the table.
“if i were on trial, would you defend me?” “if you were guilty, i would ensure you were treated fairly.” a beat. a hand squeezing around your strapped ankle, his dick hardening beneath your foot. “and if you were innocent…i would be relentless.”
sitting on his sexy ass manspread lap, arm around his neck, face up against his, (you like being all up in his space to somewhat annoy him but he never cares). “can lawyers tell when someones nervous?” “yes. body language changes. speech patterns shift.” his gaze slides from your eyes to your now clenching thighs, “yeah, like that”.
“is it bad if s—someone can’t stop staring at their lawyer?” you gasp out, sitting on his fat dick, hands pressed to his chest to hold yourself up. his eyebrows scrunched together, mouth slightly agape, “its…distracting. court requires focus.” his response comes with a sharp thrust up into your tight heat, a rushed hic! leaving your throat and a sharp hiss leaves from between his teeth. “and so does sex baby, stay with me.”
𝜗𝒞 hiro! likes cats. he’s not a dog person at all. of course if you have a dog he’ll come around, but he won’t need time to be involved in the life of your cat. he’s buying your kitty toys, making sure your fur baby has all the scratching posts they need. every time your precious cat comes around he has to pet them. its a must. “damn romi, everytime they come around you stop everything you’re doing to pet them! i mean i'm glad you like them but i'm scared you like them more than me hehe..” he picks up your kitty baby and scratches their belly (they don’t even like when you do that..). “princess, you know how whenever i see your breasts i have to grab them?” “well you don’t have to but yeah.” “its the same feeling. and yes, i do.” you roll your eyes but you can’t deny it's literally the cutest sight ever. you also catch him talking to your cat sometimes, “you must be hungry sweetheart..” he replies to their insistent meowls. (its like ur cat knows its 6 o’clock) “sorry, honey. mommy’s in the bathroom right now probably shitting, but i can feed you..” you scowl at him thru the crack in the bathroom door at the shitting comment but you can't help but feel your heart flutter at the sight of him filling her food bowl with a mix of their dry and wet food. every now and then whispering a faint “hold on,” or “almost done.” every time they meow.
𝜗𝒞 hiro! is the jealous king. when you first started dating him, he had you thinking he was so confident in your loyalty that jealousy wouldn’t be something that's an issue. which is somewhat true, he knows your his, he knows you know it too. but godddd it's fucking horrible seeing someone flirt with you. eyeing you up and down, like you're for fucking sale. inching closer to you, eyes flicking from your eyes, to your lips, back to eyes, then down to your titt—“thats enough. lets go.” he asserts, jaw tightening. “what..?” you can barely say goodbye to the guy thats been obviously eye fucking you for the last minute (hiro didn’t let it go on for long lmao) before you feel hiromis thick forefinger loop through your jeans and yank you back into him by your pants. you're getting gently shoved in the car despite how angry he is, after all, he’s spent years keeping his composure under extreme displeasure. once he’s in the car, you can’t even think of what to say because this was just so out of his character. you knew it had to be because of the guy clearly trying to literally have sex with you in his mind while talking to you, i mean the only reason you were entertaining the loser was because hiro was right there and you wanted to see a reaction from him. a little toxic, yeah you know that. but its completely worth it when you get home and he gives it to you good.
“you know why you’re bent over my knee right now doll?” wrists tied behind your back by his tie, his shirt loosely buttoned and belt buckle digging into your hip. one hand holding your wrists, the other gripping your bare ass cheek, “y—yes, hah fuck please..”
2 rough slaps to your pretty red ass. “please what? you want me to fuck you? huh?” you’ve never felt your pussy clench as much as its clenching right now. pulsing, throbbing, aching~ “the fuckers i work with piss me off everyday. every case. every accusation. every trial. someone's always being done wrong. what makes you think i want to come home to the love of my life and have her getting even more people to piss me off huh? my precious girl doing me wrong?” ur eyes watering at his words, the guilt starting to hit you as you realize he’s not just pissed at the loser, he’s pissed at you. “i'm sentencing this pussy to an hour of begging for me. mmh but maybe if she gets wet enough… i'll set you free early for good behavior heh~”
𝜗𝒞 lastly (for now maybe) hiro! is extremely touch starved. we knew that though right? he’s constantly working, pulling extra hours, and he’s always exercising thats beautiful noggin of his. for most his life, he doesn’t notice how hungry he is for affection. its not something thats on his mind usually, he somewhat gets by without it. but when your fine ass comes around, he has a huuuggeee realization that he’s been missing something special for a long time. it all starts when he’s in his office and you come in to bother him, thinking nothing of it. his head is clouded by the endless thoughts of problems and solutions. the beautiful tired out man is practically a machine when he’s in his zone. but the stress was undeniably destroying him tonight. you climb up on his desk, sitting pretty in your little gown, feet propped up in his lap. reaching your hands forwards and cradling his heavy head in your soft warm hands. instantly, its like his brain empties. everything that was pissing him off—poof! gone, just like that. he looks up at you through tired eyes, big brown orbs widening at the sight of something so beautiful touching him. his cold, rough hands come up and grab your wrists, holding your hands tighter to his face, saying the only thing he can think, “…youre perfect..”. and just when he thought you couldn’t get any more perfect, “mwah!” you place a big kiss on his forehead. he’s on the verge of just completely quitting his job and just living in your skin. ‘muahmuahmuahmuah’ you bombard him with kiss after kiss all over his face letting out a pretty giggle, the sound melting his heart a little (a lot). you can’t help but smile at his smitten face as you go to hop off his desk. hands fly down to your hips and press you down to the desk, “don’t leave.” and just like that, you're with him while he works all through the night. massaging his scalp, rubbing his shoulders, caressing his back when he places his head on his desk.
please send me requests i need ideas! i'm tryna enter that higuruma flow state but with writing filth instead of court shit (that i had to google to write this no shade)
also i swear i proofread this but i can feel theres still errors hiding from me so please lmk if you find some..
