Bite Me!

you blinked, swinging the door open and motioning inside. “yes, get in here.”

it was true, that hiromi higuruma would rarely ask for help. hell, he was the top student in every institution he attended—and even as a jujutsu sorcerer did he rarely ask for help. he was a damn genius.

a genius in academics and harnessing skill, that is. not so much when it comes to managing time and communicating within his marriage to you (another lawyer…and the only love of his life).

but when kusakabe asked him to defeat some sketchy curse by the shinjuku train station, and got hit by a type of aphrodisiac pollen that radiated from said curse, he just had to ask you for help. you lived near and maybe… just maybe..? you were definitely smarter than him, but for old time’s sake?

he knows he shouldn't expect you to say yes, to help him. because look at the state of your marriage—or rather former marriage. the two of you led stressful lives as attorneys, with hiromi being a criminal defense attorney and yourself being legal counsel for a major bank downtown. however, even despite being together for years and being friends with each other for longer, time only made the two of you distant.

and before he knew it, he found himself in court for himself, signing away his marriage and you. then came the case with oe, his sudden jujutsu abilities and the culling games, and now?

he didn’t realize how much he missed you—fucking needed you—until he was in the face of one of the—if not, the, most terrifying sorceror of all time.

but one thing’s for sure: hiromi was surely out of his goddamn mind the moment his body moved and made a beeline to your apartment. he still loves you. he still wants to wake up to see you every morning… he misses you so much and regrets how much he wasn’t selfish for once and lost you because of it.

now here he was, utterly intoxicated from the aphrodisiac ability the curse had, and minutes away from rutting into the damn couch.

you held him by the arm of his blazer, and sat him down in your couch. hiromi’s eyes traveled all over your body; you wore some loungewear, an oversized shirt he’s pretty sure was his, with no bra, and realllll pretty shorts that make your thighs look so good. your hair and skin were damp, and you smelled fucking divine.

was that the vanilla he liked? the nice vanilla body oil you’d lather on your perfect smooth skin every night before bed, the same oil he could get drunk off of every time the two of you slept together.

god, and your tits? your cute breasts bouncing with every step you took and your nipples protruding from the cotton of your shirt. it took everything in him not to pounce on you, despite being a 36-year-old man with a job, responsibilities, and such. but he sure as hell missed laying his head on your chest when he finished a long day of work.

was it the pollen that was making him act this way? potentially. he’s not one to be that much of a pervert (when it comes to you, at least).

but fuck, you looked ravishing… and hiromi felt like a horny college boy again. it was damn embarrassing but you’re the only person who’d be the most understanding… considering his current circumstance.

“are you okay?”

“i’m fine…”

you narrowed your eyes and tapped your foot on the floor. your apartment was dim—lit by the ecofriendly lamps you got accustomed to using since hiromi was enthusiastic about eco-conscious appliances. you felt your face go hot—embarrassed and nervous. so much so that you felt your heartbeat fasten.

“how’s work?” you winced, wondering if it was really valid to ask about that considering hiromi looked absolutely ruined.

“fine. how’s life? how’s mochi?” mochi was the cat you both raised until you gained custody of said cat.

you exhaled sharply. “she’s fine…i’m fine. she's being watched by a friend of mine today.”

it was silent between the both of you before the two of you decided to suddenly speak. to cut the suffocating silence before you could impulsively kick him out for invading your ‘me-time’.

“what’s going on?” “w-were you doing anything?”

fuck.

your eyebrows pinched together and your lips pursed. “what? hiromi?”

he hummed, breath shaky. “i’m—hahh—just curious. you looked like you were potentially busy lounging around considering—“ he eyed your body and nodded, blinking furiously.

it felt awkward; the tension could be cut with a damn chainsaw from how loud the silence between the two of you was, so to speak. it was heavy, and it was killing you.

before, you’d have conversations for hours stemming from the most mundane things and now you can’t even acknowledge the fact that your ex-husband looks out of his goddamn mind and has an evident tent in his slacks that’s practically arousing your interest.

“are you saying that ‘cause of my clothes..?” you paused, glancing at him, whose eyes were stuck on your breasts. “or something else?”

you weren’t one to have your eyes linger but jesus—hiromi’s fucking bulge couldn’t be more damn obvious. his hands were fidgety and he was biting his lower lip. not to mention, his presence felt stronger than when you last saw him a few months ago for your alimony court hearing.

“look…i—”

you grimaced. “hiro, i’m worried. you come into my apartment at random; you look fucking insane right now, and not to mention… you seem to have a bit of a problem. what the hell is going on with you? is everything okay?”

his breathing was labored and he looked pathetic. like he was injured... or rather, aroused.

hiromi blinked rapidly. he couldn’t lie to you…not now. he’s already in deep enough shit with you considering you’re divorced in the first place.

“i—i’m fine…” he mentally smacked himself…why—how could he lie to you?

“you’re full of shit, hiromi.”

so he decided to pivot. hiromi remembers how in the early years of your relationship, you poked fun at your superstitious grandmother’s tales of ‘jujutsu sorcerers’… unaware that he’d become one over 15 years later.

“s-so you k-know how…that urban legend? jujutsu?”

you narrowed your eyes at him, crossing your arms. “yeah, my grandmother would talk about it all the time… what about it?”

hiromi leaned against the couch and sighed. “i—uh… long story short, some jujutsu curse effected me. i—"

"you're...sure?" he looked up at your expression, all serious. you believed him..? “can’t you—uh—reverse curse it? or something—i forgot what the old lady said…”

he shook his head—voice all shaky, which practically sent you over the edge to see your stern, enigmatic ex-husband of several years on the point of breaking down over a simple little curse. “no…trust me, i’ve tried…”

hiromi suddenly leaned towards you, with what appeared to be tears in his eyes on the borderline of slipping down his eyes. "please...y/n. i have no one else to fucking t-tell...please... i—“

he looked away as if he was embarrassed.

you stared at him blankly, lips pressed to a fine line and crossed your legs. "what type of curse do you think it was?"

"an aphrodisiac one of sorts...f-fuck...please, i need your help y/n. i know we're on not so good terms.”

hiromi felt fucking pathetic—his voice just cracked in front of you and he felt like a hot, horny, stupid mess…so much for wanting to win you back. “i can’t do it if it’s not with you…”

you stayed quiet for a moment and looked away, like you were contemplating.

“okay.”

"i'll help you," you said, standing up. you held his hand as he stood up from the couch, walking with you to your bedroom where you suddenly pushed him on the mattress and stood facing the wall.

"now strip."

hiromi’s known you since the two of you were in high school. he knows how you bite your lip when you’re embarrassed and twiddle your fingers when you’re shy…and you were doing just that.

"really? you're really h-helping me?"

you exhaled, sighing deeply. "they do say time makes the heart grow fonder..."

"rea-"

"hiro, just do what i asked you to do, yeah?"

hiromi took off his shirt, unbuckled his pants and slid them down. his eyes followed you as you crawled onto the bed, eyeing his rock-hard cock that laid above his tummy, already leaking pre-cum.

“jesus christ… you weren’t kidding.” you hummed, looking at bit too amused at your husband’s current state. you planted your knees on each side of his thighs and stroked his cock, all stiff and twitching in your hand.

you glanced at his upper torso and your eyes widened; he no longer had that soft body you liked—slightly plush tummy and firm arms, no… hiromi was lean now, like he was actively working out. your chest tightened; was he trying to look good for another bitch?

you began licking the sides of his cock, tracing his veins with your tongue as you licked it like a lolly if the lolly was running out of flavor.

“ohhh—hahhh…fuckkkkkk…” he breathed out, composure all disheveled.

you had forgotten how much you missed your husband’s pretty cock; all nice and large, veiny, and certainly girthy. so much so, you could feel your panties getting wet at the memory of how well he stretched you out every time you two had sex.

your tongue swirled around his weeping shaft while your hand worked at the base of his cock, stroking it. the taste of his salty-sweet cum in your mouth made you feel almost needy for more as you took him whole. your thighs tightened around his legs, and you could feel your cunt practically throb in anticipation.

tears began brimming at your eyes as you looked up at him, eyes closed and lips parted as he kept letting out quiet groans at the feeling of you suctioning around his cock. hiromi’s breathing became more jagged and his forehead gleamed with sweat already, a string of curses leaving his lips. 

“mmm…shit…” he squeezed his eyes shut as your tongue teased his cock slightly, giving him butterfly kisses until you took him whole again.

you slurped on his cock further, as hiromi’s hands gripped on your hair as you did so, his voice cracking with every whine, and you’ve never felt more aroused. his cock twitched, with his creamy load splurting in your mouth.

you wiped the corners of your lips and swallowed.

“please—y/n, fuck me...”

your widened doe eyes looked up at him, still on your knees. hiromi blinked, lips pursed, and face all flushed. he was clearly embarrassed at his sheer state of depravity and desperation. you lifted yourself up, where you were chest to chest with him, and grabbed his cock from the small space between the two of you.

you stroked him slowly, giving it a few pumps given the fact he got hard as soon as he came in your mouth. your hips bucked up as you aligned the tip of his cock to your puffy, wet slit, your cunt gleaming from your arousal, and with your panties to the side.

“just a moment, sweetheart,” you whispered, wrapping your arms around his neck as you slowly adjusted yourself.

you moved your hips to side to side and shifted your weight on your knees as you went up and down his cock.

"hahhhh, fuckkkk..." you could feel every pulsating vein and how lengthy yet filling his cock was in your pussy. you missed him...you missed his dick.

“move. fuck me. please.” you said it in such a manner that your voice cracks and whiny tone almost unlocked something in him. his slow touches on your ass became rougher, with more weight and force.

hiromi's hips went at a damn near animalistic pace, rutting into you with vigor as his hands maneuvered your ass up and down on his dick. the pitter-patter sound of your soaked thighs meeting his echoed through the bedroom loudly, and that alone made you whine, feeling the sticky and hot skin with every move of the hips.

it felt almost nostalgic that you could cry—sheer memory or the fact you're taking him now, take your pick.

"god...you're so fucking tight, my beautiful girl..." he breathed out, slapping your ass and holding the plush fat in his palm.

“nghhh—oh my godddd—fuckkkk-!” you whined, scratching at his tan-toned biceps; they were so defined, strong. your face was buried in the crook of his neck as you felt him pant against your warm skin.

hiromi had pressed your body closer to his, your perky breasts against his toned chest while he fucked you with such vigor, it made your head spin.

“don’t stop, please. please, baby,” he groaned, the raspy sound of his voice leaving you with butterflies in your stomach and your pussy fluttering around his cock.

“fuckfuckfuckfuck—y/n…” he closed his eyes and held you tighter, the sensation of him emptying his load only had you squeezing your eyes shut and knees bucking against his sides.

“i missed you… so damn much.”

that tight feeling in your lower tummy felt as if it released, a warm buzzing feeling washing over your body.

“hahhh—nghhh—h-hiro—! mmmmm…” you threw your head back, your hips moving in a figure-8 motion before gasping.

hiromi lifted you from your waist, wrapping his surprisingly strong arms around your waist and turning you around so that your back met his chest (his also surprisingly lean chest…).

“look at yourself, all beautiful…” he sounded like he was damn intoxicated, a stupid smile on his face while he looked at your appearance in the mirror before the two of you, facing the bed.

you looked a mess; your hair was a mess and a sleek sheen of sweat covered your body. your lips were swollen and your cunt was glazed with your mixed arousals.

"oh my fucking—!" you cried out, with hiromi slamming you on his cock over and over torturously fast.

“unghh—fuuuckk…” hiromi rolled his hips, the sound of his load sloshing inside your cunt becoming noticeable. you threw your head back into his shoulder and winced at the pace he took.

“why the hell did we even divorce…?” he huffed, lifting your hips further. his gaze was glued onto the mirror—observing the faces of pleasure you were making and the way your eyes rolled every time his cockhead kissed your cute little cervix so nicely.

you choked, hips rolling and maw slack. he really hit all those deliciously pleasurable spots that made you cry. you chanted hiromi’s name as if it was a prayer, feeling your cunt twitch against his cock and your skin becoming feverish and slippery the more you moved yourself on him. his wet thrusts became sloppier—more erotic. a scream escaping your lips as your arousal gushed out around his cock as ropes of his cum filled you after, again.

“hnghh—i—hic!—don’t fucking know!” your brain was fucking scrambled from how deep his thick cock was pistoning in you, still.

hiromi panted against your skin, slowly lifting you. “i think the pollen effect wore off so—"

and before he could even pull back, you squeezed his arm and attempted to get closer to him.

you turned your head, catching your own breath and making eye contact with his own crazed look. “how—hahhh—about 1 more time? yeah? old times' sake."

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notes: lol, one can say that i really do hc higuruma having a wife/partner who is also an attorney, but specifically a private practice legal counsel (bc it does introduce that nuance in their relationship and their difference in ideals... hear me out). anyways happy 3k! i'm so happy with the new moots i've gotten to interact with. thank you guys very much for supporting my silly fics <333. i hope the characterization here was decent-ish despite the trope in the fic. btw #unedited idk how to feel abt the smut 😭