cherry darling

Your heart was pounding, the roaring in your ears deafening as you continued to speed walk down the pavement of Shibuya. The men behind you were keeping pace, staying close enough not to lose you, but far enough to remain suspicionless.

You clutched your bag tighter, trying to make your stride longer, hoping to blend into the large crowds as you continued a route that led you back to Shibuya crossing. 

The setting sun was a mirror to your impending doom, if they were still following you once the darkness of the night blanketed the city, you were likely never going home. If you had to walk all night you would, it certainly beat the alternative of never seeing the light of day again.

The largest of the trio of men following you popped out of a side street, positioning himself closer than any had been so far. If he so  much as reached his arm out, he could close it around you and that would be it.

You could feel the sweat sliding down your temples, despite the cooler weather. Your mind was screaming at you to do something, anything, to keep this man from grabbing you as you saw him inch impossibly closer.

That’s when you saw him, the largest man you’d ever seen, standing on the corner waiting for the crosswalk to greenlight. He was wearing a tight black shirt, showing off his broad, muscled frame and those intimidating tattoos that covered his arms. His black baggy jeans sitting low on his hips and black combat boots peaking from beneath the hem added to his persona.

You weren’t sure what led you to do this, maybe his pink hair, but your instincts told you he was safe. You thought he would easily scare off these men with one look, so you shouted, calling out to him with a wave.

He turned with a frown on his face, showcasing the tattoos spanning across most of his face. His crimson eyes were assessing you as he pulled a wired earbud out of the ear closest to you.

You gave him the brightest smile you could muster, a pleading look in your eyes as you threw your arms around his neck, jumping into him. 

“I finally found you!” You kept your voice loud and clear, hoping the man behind you continued walking. The stranger was stiff beneath you, as he closed one arm tentatively around your waist, keeping you off the ground. 

“What the fuck are you doing?” His voice was a gruff rasp in your ear, despite the fact he was playing along with you.    

“There are men following me,” you whispered back, watching over his shoulder as the man who was behind you continued walking. “Please act like you know me.”

He huffed out a breath filled with annoyance, “Fine.”

When he set you on your feet again, you pulled back finally getting a good look at his face. You were stunned for a second, admiring his strong, handsome features. He was so unique looking and probably the hottest man you’d ever seen. 

You offered him a sheepish smile, before taking his large hand in yours, it was warm and rough, adding to his hotness, “Where are we heading?”

“It’s a surprise,” he gave you a sly smile, flashing his perfect teeth. 

The moment the crosswalk greenlit you were off again, dragging him for half a second before his long stride matched yours. You faked a look at him, glancing past his shoulder for any signs of the men. One of them was still trailing far behind so you kept your hand in his as you flashed him a smile. 

“I guess you should lead the way,” you laughed weakly as you slowed your step to let him set the pace and direction. 

How you found yourself in this situation after a failed first date, the only explanation was it was just your luck. You only decided to stay out to make the best of what was left of the day after your date spent the entire time talking about himself and berating you after you offered any information about yourself. You were in a respectable career for your age, you lived by yourself, but you always kept that piece of information tucked away. You were pretty healthy. You only occasionally splurged on items for your apartment or wardrobe, so you were mostly wise with money. The only reason he thought he had something on you was his family name and being in a position he all but admitted was handed to him.  

All you wanted to do was to browse some shops, hoping to clear your mind and then maybe pick up a few things you needed for your apartment before heading home and taking the hottest shower of your life. Of course all of that hit the fan the moment you caught sight of the first man following you. At first you thought maybe it was a coincidence, there were plenty of people out right now and he could easily be heading in a similar direction. Your panic started to set in when another man joined him, still following you even after you completed a full circle. 

When the third man appeared, you were full on panicking as you rushed yourself back to Shibuya crossing. If this stranger you were currently holding hands with turned out to be worse than those guys following you, then you’d have to accept your fate. It would be fitting, all things considered. 

You had to admit, your intuition was hardly ever wrong and not once since you jumped into his arms had you felt unsafe. If anything most of your worries fell away as you walked in silence further away from the reality you almost faced. Best case scenario you were free of the men and got to go home and sleep everything off. Worst case, maybe this guy would pick up where they left off. 

When you stopped in front of yakitori-ya you finally focused on everything around you again. You scolded yourself because if this guy was going to kidnap you, you’d made it entirely too easy as you zoned out the entire walk here. You guessed it was a good sign your hand was still in his and you were still alive, and if you had to look on the bright side, being able to zone out around him meant your instincts were further proving he was safe. 

“Get whatever you want,” his voice was calm, the deep baritone of it settled in your bones as you furrowed your brows.

“I’ll pay for my food,” you dropped his hand, fumbling around your purse for your wallet before he firmly grabbed your hand and laced your fingers together again. A wave of warmth rushed through your body as you looked at him, stunned.

“Why would you pay for anything?” He grumbled, his frown settling across his face like it was a familiar expression. It probably was given everything you’d gathered about him in the past twenty minutes or so.

“I owe you,” you gestured between the two of you, clearly not understanding what wasn’t clicking for him.

He gave a long sigh, like you were the one being ridiculous, “Just order, woman.”

“Woman?” You pulled back, getting a better look at another one of his sly grins. You huffed, snatching your hand away as you crossed your arms, waiting in line in silence.

After you got your food from the takeout window you both settled into a mindless walk while eating the skewers. It wasn’t so bad being around him, even if he was kind of a brute, you found you didn’t dislike it. Somehow he made it work, rather than coming off as misogynistic like this one blond guy you went out with once who wore winged eyeliner and said something along the lines of women belong serving men. 

The stranger broke the silence first after you dropped your empty trays in the trash, “Why’d you pick me to come up to?”

“Honestly, I don’t really even know,” you laughed lightly. “I think my mind figured picking someone who was scarier looking than the people following me was a good idea.”

“Oh so I’m scary looking?” He gazed down at you, lifting one of his brows. You realized how much larger he was than you as you looked up at him, he was so tall and clearly worked out regularly. 

“Don’t be dense,” you rolled your eyes, earning a quick poke to the cheek.

“Watch it,” he warned and you found yourself grinning up at him, feeling the argumentative side of you peeking through.

“Or what?” You challenged.

“I think you know what,” he stopped, bringing his body closer to you and lowering his face. “And I think that’s why you’re acting like this.”

“Acting like what?” You feigned innocence, placing a hand against your chest.

He gripped your chin in his hand, his voice low and promising, “A fucking brat.” 

“Am I?” You batted your lashes at him.

“You know what you’re doing,” he grumbled.

“Well, I think I owe you for saving me,” your voice was sultry as you trailed your hand up his strong biceps.

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Those were your famous last words that led to Ryomen Sukuna (you this learned on the way to his place) pounding into you ruthlessly.

“Look at you, helpless while you take it,” his voice was rough against your neck, a sharp bite following that had you moaning even louder. “Fucking slut,” he grunted against your ear as he fucked you with long, deep strokes.

You were currently pressed against the wall in his entryway, legs thrown over his arms as he supported your full weight. You hardly made it inside before he had your clothes off and his huge cock shoving inside your sopping wet cunt. Your nails were clawing against his back every time he slammed upwards, his tip bullying the deepest parts of you.

“Oh god-” you moaned, slipping a hand into his hair and yanking roughly.

“I prefer Ryomen,” he gave you the sexiest grin before shoving his tongue into your mouth, claiming your mouth just as ruthlessly as his cock claimed pussy. When he pulled back slightly to spit in your mouth you moaned, noticing that he was watching as it slid down your chin.

The lewd sounds that filled the apartment would’ve made anyone blush, you were so wet you were practically dripping down his cock. You were completely helpless, as he fucked you stupid, your mind empty except for the overwhelming sensation of him.

“Harder- fuck-” you whined, clenching around him as he gave you exactly what you asked for. The frames hanging on the wall rattled every time he roughly thrust into you.

“You like being fucked like a slut?” His degrading tone had your pussy growing even wetter as he suddenly dropped your feet to the floor and spun you around. When he shoved you roughly against the wall you moaned, arching back against him. 

“Don’t stop,” you begged, your words cut off by his cock slamming back inside of you. One of his big hands fisted your hair, pulling your neck back allowing him to spit into your mouth again. His other drifted around your hip, finding your clit and rubbing circles over it as he continued to slam into you.

“Begging for my cock,” he hummed in your ear. “After you begged for my help earlier,” his fingers were working your clit quickly, the combination of his cock rubbing against the spot deep inside of you had you spiraling quickly. “Are you always this fucking needy?” 

“No-” your words choked on a moan as he pinched your clit roughly, the pain mixing with the pleasure overriding everything.

“Don’t tell me you’re so cockdrunk you can’t answer me?” He tugged against your hair as he began rubbing your clit again, working quick circles against you as he focused on hitting all the spots inside you.

“I can-” you babbled.

“Try again,” he pinched your clit, almost causing your orgasm to crash through you. The white hot pleasure fading quickly as he worked soft strokes against it, building it up again slowly. 

“Oh Ryo-” you moaned when he hit a particularly deep thrust, arching your back further as you tried to take him deeper. His soft strokes against your clit were maddening as you sat on the edge of your climax.

“Try harder,” he tsked, yanking your hair.

“It’s you,” you whined. “All for you.”

“There you go,” the pressure of his fingers increased as his mouth lowered to your ear. “Come,” his command had your orgasm cresting, your cries filling the small entry way as you came hard on his cock, tears spilling down your cheeks.

His fingers wouldn’t let up, his pace not faltering even as you tried to push away, the overstimulation too much. “It’s too much,” you moaned. 

His hand shoved your head against the wall as his fingers continued to bully your clit. You could feel another orgasm building deep inside of you as he continued fucking you.

“Might have to make you mine,” he grunted, his thrusts growing erratic.

“W-what?” You stammered, moaning as he angled himself deeper inside of you. Your eyes rolled back, you could hardly hear what he said next.

“Taking me like you were made for me,” he grunted as you clenched around him. “Wanna be mine huh?”

“I don’t know-” you moaned, his hand leaving your hair to close around your hip, shoving you down against him.

“Fucking liar,” he hissed, rubbing his fingers harshly against your clit. “This pussy’s mine.”

“Yes- all yours-” you moaned, his fingers working you quickly as he practically impaled you on his cock.

“Come for me again, fucking brat,” you came with a scream, it was quickly muffled by his mouth pressing against yours. His tongue bullying itself inside your mouth, swallowing all your cries.

You felt his cock twitch, before he was grunting in your mouth as he spilled warm, thick ropes of cum inside of you. He fucked you through his orgasm, drawing every last drop of cum from himself as he shoved it deep in your pussy.

When he pulled his lips away, a string of spit followed him as he looked you deeply in your eyes, “You’re mine now.”

And that sounded like the best thing in the world to you.

SFW:

Nanami loves to be gentle with you, like you are the most precious thing in the world. Well, you are to him. He loves to stroke your hair, tucking strands behind your ear and caressing your face. He loves rubbing your back while you’re focused on whatever is in front of you. Placing quick kisses to your cheek, forehead, and hands whenever he feels like it. 

He doesn’t indulge in PDA other than holding your hand, hovering his hand on your lower back as he guides you through a room, or the occasional arm around your waist, tucking you into his body. He prefers to keep his touch quick in public, saving the lingering contact for when you’re at home. Despite the lack of PDA, nobody would ever doubt you were together because he’s a yearner, sending you heated gazes filled with love and need.  

He’s very caring, he loves to spoil you and give you more than you need. Anytime you’re upset, he’ll do everything in his power to see you smile again. If you’re having a hard time at work, he’ll plan ways for the two of you to destress together. Even if you don’t need anything and life is great, he’ll still surprise you with a pastry from the bakery you two love to go to, flowers delivered to your job, or something he noticed you eyeing in the store that you couldn’t bring yourself to buy.

He’s less nonchalant than people think. Sure, he’s a stoic, kind, gentle man, but whenever he gets passionate about something, he gets into it. Any time there’s bread in front of him, he’s inhaling it. A certain coworker with white hair pisses him off, he’s ranting like you’ve never seen before. He definitely can’t hide when he’s irritated, his face will be a dead giveaway every time. Nanami saves this side of himself for you though, preferring a practical approach to communicating with coworkers. 

He’s the most emotionally mature person you’ve ever met. You have never had an easier time being in a relationship than with him. Any tough conversations are handled with ease and a level-headed approach. Hard decisions are talked through and made together. Everything is handled ahead of time, nothing comes out of the blue. He is the perfect partner, making life easier and better with him.

He smells, devourable. It’s practically an aphrodisiac for you. You could smell his cologne on him for the rest of your life (you will) and never get tired of it. It’s sexy, musky, so rich and consuming. It smells divine when he first applies, but as it settles into his skin and warms up, you have to stop yourself from taking a bite out of him.

While he prefers simple outfits, he chooses to add more color and patterns with his neck accessories. You love his default suit, but you can’t help buying him new ties in a fun pattern or even getting some custom made. If you saw a nice scarf, you immediately purchased it knowing how much he’d appreciate it. 

He’s one of those people who cares so much about his sleep, constantly monitoring and tracking his sleep data. Sleep is super important, but to him it’s next level. The first thing he checks in the morning is his sleep data. If he has a bad night, he’ll try to figure out what was different and how he can fix it. 

NSFW: 

While he loves to dom, watching as you listen to him with rapt attention, seeing you fully submit to him, he can’t help but want to switch every now and then. He loves when you use him for your pleasure, telling him exactly what you want him to do. When you climb on top, raking your nails down his chiseled chest, he has to fight not to cum as you slowly sink down on his cock.

He loves to use his ties, yes, plural. The sight of your hands tied behind your back as he shoves one in your mouth, pure bliss. Tying your hands to the headboard before tying one around your eyes, he swears he’s floating. Watching as you claw at his back with one around your eyes, hearing your muffled moans around the one in your mouth, heaven.

He likes to spit in your mouth, but not roughly. He’ll have you open your mouth, closing his hand around your throat as he fucks you with long, deep strokes in missonary. He gathers enough in his mouth and lets it slowly drop into yours, watching as you swallow it greedily every time, his perfect girl.

Two things can be true at once: he cares about your pleasure more than his own, but truthfully, he just loves eating your pussy. He loves burying his tongue deep inside of you, sucking on your clit, fingering fucking you while he makes out with your cunt. He loves to hear the sound of your moans, echoing around the room, the way your back arches when you orgasm. If he could eat you out all day, he would. 

He loves to be vocal. When he slips the tip in, he’s in your ear gritting his teeth as he tells you how tight you are. He’ll stay in the crook of your neck, talking you through it as he feeds you his cock. Telling you you’re such a good girl, that you’re taking him so well. How your pretty pussy was made for him, groaning about how good you feel. When he finally bottoms out, he’ll pull back, looking you in your eyes, calling you his pretty girl as he kisses you, letting you adjust to him.

He likes it rough, grabbing your hair as he fucks you from behind, forcing your back to arch as he slams his cock into you with no mercy. He loves to manhandle you by throwing you around on the bed, switching positions quickly. He loves the feeling of your soft skin under his rough palms, the way you clench around him every time he smacks your ass. He’s never seen a prettier sight than when he’s wiping tears from your eyes as he fucks your mouth.

When he gets jealous, he’ll be quiet, his usual stoic self in the moment. He prefers to save his grievances for when he gets home and fucks you like an animal. His only goal is to absolutely ruin you as he takes you ruthlessly hard and deep. He knows he has no reason to be jealous, especially as he listens to you scream, cumming around his cock, but he can’t help it. You’re his. 

But if he’s not being rough, he’s being slow, meticulous, so very nasty. When he’s giving you slow tortuous licks to your throbbing clit or when he slowly gives you each inch of his huge, veiny cock, it’s like he’s savoring every moment. He makes sure you’re engulfed by the feeling of him, cupping your face as he slowly pulls out and pushes back, giving you the nastiest tongue filled kisses. Rocking his hips against you when his pelvis is flushed with yours, making sure you feel him deep inside of you. If you’re not kissing, he’s holding eye contact, watching your pretty face as you take him. 

You laugh along at whatever the guy in front of you was saying, somehow missing everything he had said leading up to his soft chuckle. He had a nice smile, seemed to have enough of his life figured out, and he was sweet. The sweetness something you desperately craved in your life right now.

It had been a few weeks since you walked away. A few weeks since everything was so incredibly loud, but so quiet at the same time. So overwhelming, but so lacking. It was like that for the past two years, everything at once or nothing at all. 

You thought that was normal, you thought losing part of yourself in a relationship was what people did. I mean, everyone talks about being each other’s half, but what they didn’t mean was halving yourself for another person. You learned the hard way that when people said their other half, they meant two people staying whole, and becoming one, together.  

Three weeks ago you looked around at your life, looked at yourself in the mirror, and saw a stranger living a life you didn’t recognize. It was then that the fate you had been running from for months caught up. It looked back at you, showered light on the darkness you tried to hide, lifting the fog of devotion. Because that’s what it was with him, it was complete devotion. You thought it was love, in some twisted way, it probably was. But he was never capable of reciprocating love.

You packed that day, knowing exactly what time he would be home from work. Knowing exactly what he expected when he walked through the door, you waiting like you always did. Part of you wished you could have seen him walk through the door, what did he do when he realized you weren’t waiting on the couch like you normally were? You imagined him scouring the apartment, unable to find you, but being led astray by the remnants of you. Your scent, a hair tie you probably forgot, clothes you couldn’t fit in the few bags you took.

What did he do when he realized you were no longer there? He was short tempered, but he was never violent towards you. He was silent when you begged him for more, needed him more than what he was giving you. Did he throw you things away? Did he go out and fight at the bars? Or did he do nothing at all?

Even when he was his most volatile, you thought his indifference was a far greater punishment. You put yourself in a box, so as to not upset him, but when you slipped out of that box, the silence was deafening. 

He wasn’t a good man, you don’t know why you stayed for so long. Why did you crave him the way you did? His charisma drew you in first, meeting while you were walking downtown with your friends. You were glancing over at one of them when you tripped, crashing into the man you didn’t know would strip you of everything and still ask for more.

So gorgeous, you remember thinking. Tall, muscular, a good sense of style. Then you noticed his pink hair, curling slightly at the ends, slightly overgrown. The tattoos covering his arms, even the ones on his face, those should’ve been the first sign of trouble. But instead, they captivated you. When you finally looked into his eyes, you were his. Drowning in the sea of carmine, every sense overridden by the man currently holding you up with one hand.

“You saved me,” you laughed lightly, oh how wrong you’d been.

You were drowning when you ended up on your sister’s doorstep, lost in everything you walked away from. Somehow feeling like you left what you knew of yourself back in your shared apartment. Ryomen Sukuna had taken over your life, and when you left him, you didn’t know what was yours and what was his anymore.

Your sister set you up on this ridiculous cafe date, the man in front of you, Shigure, was so kind. Not commenting on your lack of manners as you hardly spoke, hardly paid attention to anything he said. How could you when you weren’t looking at the familiar perpetual frown on the most handsome face you’d ever seen?

Was Ryo, no, Sukuna, on a date? Had he already been with other people? You felt sick as you excused yourself to the bathroom, quietly cutting into whatever Shigure was saying.

You splashed your face with cold water, trying desperately to bring yourself back to reality. To try to remember who you were before him, begging yourself to find out who you’d be after him. It wasn’t fair, if only he’d given you a little more. If only he’d been a little bit of a better man. 

No.

You gripped the sink roughly, knuckles turning white as you forced yourself to look into your eyes. You gritted your teeth, trying to stop the well of tears from slipping down your cheeks. 

A little more wouldn’t have been enough. You deserve more than what he was ever capable of giving. You should’ve walked away sooner.

By the time you were walking back to your apartment, you felt the weight of everything bearing down on you again. Your mind a constant whirlpool of thoughts, the loudest, the angriest being, why did you have to suffer so much even now?

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Sukuna watched as you angrily swiped a few rogue tears from your cheeks as you headed towards the tiny room you called an apartment. He doesn’t know why he started doing this, whatever this was. Watching you from afar, watching as you struggle to put yourself out there again. 

The darkest part of him secretly enjoys your struggle. Knowing that he experienced you in your most vulnerable, that he knows the notes to every song that composed you. He doesn’t know what he’ll do the day you follow someone to their apartment, or bring someone back to yours. Nobody deserves to know you that intimately, least of all him.

But he’s a terrible man, so he wants it all for himself anyway.

He doesn’t know why he started following you, maybe that dark place inside of him felt like he was atoning for all the times he brushed you off. All the times he dimmed your light, sucking it up with the darkness inside of him. 

You don’t know how much he hates himself. Knowing that you were drowning, and he never tried to save you. He was already dead the day you found him, drowned by his own darkness and living at the bottom of nothingness. It begged him to let you drown too, it begged because it believed that if you drowned, you would be with him. You would be stuck and you would never leave. 

It didn’t allow him to see that you were light, you were everything good he never had or understood. When you were too close, it burned. It burned away that darkness and it hated that, no it wanted you dimmer, not him brighter. He didn’t realize if he would’ve let you in closer, he could’ve burned brighter than he ever had in his entire life.

So he watched, he watched as you tried to find your spark again. Tried to light your life up again after being smothered by him for two years. Two years that were somehow the best years of his life, despite knowing they were the worst of yours.

He was a terrible man.

He took everything, and still asked for more. He took your sweet smiles, even if he wasn’t the one to earn them, he took them anyway. He took your melodic laugh, letting it become the beacon of light in his life, even if he wasn’t the cause for your laughter. He took your reverent touch, even if he didn’t deserve to be wanted by something so pure.

It continued like this, watching as you went on more dates as time continued to pass. Watching as you let yourself open up more, no, as you found the parts of yourself you had buried under the surface. It was like seeing you for the first time, and he hated it.

Sukuna hated seeing every part resurface, because that was a part you had buried when you were with him. It was a fatal hit every time he saw something new, something forgotten. 

When he saw you laugh for the first time, he realized how much he hated it. It wasn’t for him anymore, so he hated it. Was your laugh ever really for him in the first place though? No, so he hated it more.  

When he saw you hold hands with someone, he hated knowing how your hand felt in his. Knowing that those hands would never be felt on his skin again, his hatred burned brighter.

When he saw you kiss someone for the first time since you left him six months ago, his rage could’ve burned the world down. The memory of your lips on him was scalding, his body remembering every single press of your lips against it. He hated you unbelievably in this moment, like he had never known you in the first place, his hatred for you was all consuming.

Until it wasn’t, until he was taken back to the day he came home and you weren’t there.

He opened the door, throwing his keys on the counter before removing his shoes. He remembered he hadn’t even glanced at you before hanging his coat up, he had gone through everything before he finally looked at the couch. The empty couch.

You were probably in the room or bathroom, he figured. Not a care in the world as he stepped into the kitchen and poured a glass of water. He even opened the fridge and grabbed a small snack before he settled on the couch. He turned on the TV and started watching, after some time, he noticed you still didn’t appear. 

When he entered your room, saw the items strewn about every surface, it made no sense in his mind. Even with the closet door still open to reveal the truth, his mind refused to acknowledge it. It looked like you had torn shirts off hangers, ripped the drawers open and grabbed handfuls of clothing.

It still didn’t process in Sukuna’s mind, what that really meant.

Not until he saw the note on his bedside table, five words scrawled in your familiar handwriting. Five words that would be burned in his mind until the day he died. Five words that altered the axis his life was situated on.

I can’t do this anymore.

He wished there was more. More anger, more sadness, more words. Anything more than this overwhelming nothingness that began to blanket his life again. He wanted more, something that he could rage at, because he knew how to rage best of all. He silently begged for an explanation for it all as he reread those words over and over. 

It wasn’t until his knees hit the floor, that the explanation came rushing into his mind. Bright and all consuming like the sun.

When you kissed him, and his body stayed rigid. When you laughed all he offered was a silent stare. When you wanted to dance, he stayed rooted in place. When you cooked, he couldn’t even offer you a thank you. 

He gave you scraps, if even that, and it wasn’t enough. 

He fell towards the bed, his arms coming out to catch him, when the scent of you surrounded him. Then the rage hit. He was a fool, thinking he knew what rage was, thinking of it like a familiar friend. This was different, something he’d never known, so boundless. It destroyed every thought in his mind as he replayed every moment he failed you. You were the best thing in his entire life, a wish that was granted to him despite never having the courage to wish for it in the first place. 

A gift given to him, given to someone so unwilling, who acted perfectly in his predetermined role until the very end.

He never deserved you, and he certainly acted that way. It’s why he punished himself, watching you find happiness while he was cursed to live a life in darkness. He would never bring himself to look for anyone again, not when you appeared in his life and he took it for granted.

He couldn’t bring himself to want you anymore, to crave your presence, it wasn’t fair to you. So he watched, and a piece of him chipped away every time. A piece he knew he would never get back, but it was yours to begin with anyway. It was a piece of himself he should’ve given you when you were his, which is why he gave it so freely now.

He was a terrible man.

So he gave when you couldn’t accept it. Silently watching you build a relationship, as he hated himself for losing the sunlight in his life of darkness. 

It was a quiet Saturday evening, neither you, nor your boyfriend Sukuna wanted to go out tonight, but you still wanted to have a little date night. So of course you both happily agreed to a movie night, something you always fell back on when you had no other ideas.

“But Kuna,” you frowned dramatically, tugging on his black t-shirt as he picked a slasher movie.

“Quiet woman,” he pinched your cheeks between his large hand, “You chose last time.”

“This isn’t fair,” you still continued your useless protests, but in your defence you could hardly stand the sight of gore. It made you incredibly sick and every time there was a jumpscare it felt like you got electrocuted.

His grip tightened, a small whine slipping from your lips, “What’s not fair is that you made me sit through that idiotic movie about those singing midgets.”

“They’re trolls!” Your words were smushed, barely leaving your lips as you furrowed your brow. His hand left your cheeks as he turned back towards the large TV in your living room. “You’re acting like you didn’t enjoy it,” you huffed, he was certainly acting if the sound of him humming one of the main songs in the shower the other day was any indication.

“Watch the movie,” he grumbled, settling back against the couch as he spread his long legs in front of him.

You sighed dramatically, looking at him from the corner of your eye as you grabbed the popcorn bowl and practically threw yourself next to him. His eye roll was the only answer you got from him, causing you to pout before you shoved a handful of popcorn in your mouth.

Horror movies were only tolerable for so long, once you got through the simple exposition in the beginning, it was downhill from there. The first time there was a jumpscare, it was only one of the main characters, but the loud noise caused you to flinch back, a small gasp leaving your lips. 

Sukuna only pinched the bridge of his nose, trying his best to focus on the movie while you insisted on being as loud as possible. He knew you were skittish, constantly scaring you around the apartment without even trying. 

If he came up behind you on quiet feet, you’d jump back like someone had come in to murder you. If he appeared around a corner suddenly, you’d gasp like you were stabbed, clutching your chest dramatically. You were just a naturally jumpy person, you both understood that, which is why he would tease you relentlessly about it. He’d try to make his steps silent, if he managed to scare you he’d grab you in his arms, holding you hostage while you tried to break free.

When the movie started getting into the nitty gritty, constant jumpscares, and plenty of gore, you were practically hiding behind the blankets, discarding the popcorn to hold your hands over your ears. Sukuna was as aloof as ever, sitting back all relaxed and entertained. You might have been envious if you weren’t irritated with him, this movie night was not enjoyable for you at all. At least he was entertained by the third Trolls movie, you couldn’t enjoy this even if you wanted to.

Your drifting mind had caused your guard to be let down, a particularly nasty jumpscare getting to you as you cried out in fear, launching yourself into his lap, caging your legs around his hips. His arms curled around you instinctively, as you grabbed handfuls of his shirt, digging your face into his neck and inhaling his scent to calm your nerves.

“Kuna, I can’t,” your voice was quiet and pleading, giving him the biggest doe eyes you could muster. 

You felt the chuckle he was trying to suppress, his voice had a hint of gentleness you weren’t used to hearing, “It’s almost over.” 

One of his hands brushed softly against the back of your head as you looked at him. He looked so hot, all hard lines and severe features, his tattoos across his face stark in the dim light, those gorgeous eyes the color of wine. You slowly brought your hand up his chest, digging your nails into the skin of his neck as you dragged them up and into his blush locks, tugging slightly. A small shiver came from him, the only sign he was affected as his eyes stayed glued to the TV behind you.

You took that as your cue to keep going, grinding yourself flush against his growing erection, savoring the feeling of his thick cock against your clothed cunt. You brought your lips to his neck, biting roughly at the skin where his pulse beat. 

His hands roughly gripped your hips, speaking through gritted teeth “What are you doing?”

“It’s almost over baby, keep watching,” your lips closed around his neck again, sucking softly at the skin before biting down harshly. His hips rocked up at the slight pain, rubbing against your clit through your thin pajama shorts.

You trailed your kisses down, paying extra attention to the sensitive spot where his neck met his shoulder. It was low enough that you sucked on it harder, wanting to mark his body as much as you could. You knew he loved pain, it was evident in the way his hips were rocking against you steadily. You met him with each stroke, growing more wet and needy as you rubbed yourself against him. When you finally released his skin with a pop, it was swollen and red, a small smile of satisfaction flitted across your face. 

You reached down, tugging at the hem of his shirt, dragging it up and off his body. Even if you’d seen his tattoos for years now, it was never enough. You loved staring at them, all the ones across his back, chest, shoulders, and arms, it was so attractive, so him. You dug your nails into his bare chest, knowing you’d leave marks as you rocked your hips against his. A small moan left your lips as you focused on rubbing your needy clit against his hard length.

“Come on, try harder,” his voice was condescending, going straight to your pussy. “I know you can make more noise than that,” his grip on your hips was bruising as he rocked against you roughly.

Your head fell back as you spread your legs wider, trying to get him closer to where you needed him. “Right there,” you moaned. 

“Soaking through your clothes, how needy are you?” He tsked, movie forgotten as he stared at your slick rubbing against his pajama pants as you continued rocking against him, moaning softly.

He yanked down your tank top, freeing your aching breasts as his hands came up, kneading them harshly. You pouted, your eyes filled with need as he continued to neglect your nipples, his fingers and hands drifting everywhere but where you wanted him most.

“Use your words,” he gripped your chin, locking those crimson eyes with yours as you continued to grind against him.

“Please,” you begged, wanting to feel him all over your body, touching the most sensitive parts of you. 

“Please what?” He yanked your face closer to his, his eyes filled with amusement as he toyed with you.

“You know what,” your voice full of accusation and frustration as you frowned at him.

He brought his mouth close to your ear, his voice low and husky, as his hand drifted lower. “Fucking brat,” was the only warning he gave you before he pinched your nipples.

A sharp cry left your lips, the pain followed quickly by pleasure as he rolled them between his thumb and forefinger. 

“Spit on them,” his fingers paused as leaned back, waiting as you gathered spit in your mouth. 

When you were sure you had enough, you let two globs fall near both your breasts. His fingers came up instantly, rubbing your spit into your skin, allowing his fingers to glide around. 

“Feels so good,” you whispered as he continued working your nipples. 

You moaned loudly as he pinched you softly, his fingers sliding off easily, your wetness pooling against him as you continued rocking your hips. You orgasms growing closer with every movement against him, every brush of fabric against your clit.

“Fuck-” you moaned, everything becoming overwhelming. “I’m gonna-” your head fell back, eyes closing as you frantically grinded against him. 

He flipped you suddenly, halting your movement as your back hit the couch. A small frustrated whine left your lips as your orgasm faded away, leaving you frowning up at his smug face.

“You’re cumming around my cock, since you wanted it so fucking bad,” he practically growled before he started yanking your clothes off. He left your underwear last, staring at the large wet spot before pulling them off and leaving you bare before him.

The cool air hitting your bare pussy was too much, you needed friction, needed his touch. “Quit staring,” you huffed, only to be silenced by a slap to your drenched cunt, the sound wet as you moaned.

“Watch that fucking mouth,” his hand closed around your neck, face inches from yours as you stared into his feral eyes. “I’ll look at my pussy when I want, eat it when I want, fuck it when I want, and you’ll fucking take what I give you.”

He rubbed your clit so lightly with one finger, the movement completely contrasting his current behavior, but you knew he wouldn’t give you the friction you craved. Your moans were silenced by his grip on your neck as you tried rocking your hips, searching for the pressure you needed to cum.

“So fucking needy,” he hissed, slightly increasing the pressure on your neck and clit, the combination overwhelming. His lips came crashing down on yours, shoving his way inside your mouth as he claimed you with a wet, tongue fucking kiss.

He kissed you messily, rubbing against your clit as nearly silent sounds escaped your throat. He knew you liked it rough, knew he could give you exactly what you wanted every time. Sex with Sukuna was like nothing you’d ever experienced before, it was all consuming. You trusted him implicitly, letting him blur the lines between pleasure and pain, mixing it into exactly what you needed to make you scream and cry every time you came.

When your orgasm started building again, you bucked your hips against him, silently begging him to increase the pressure to get you there faster. He stopped, pulling back abruptly, releasing your neck as he looked down at you as you panted, eyes full of need.

“Want me to fuck you?” He asked, trailing his finger down your cheek.

“Yes,” you whispered, voice hoarse.

“Then beg for it,” he growled, gripping your face roughly and pulling you closer to him. “Beg for my cock like the fucking slut you are,” he released you suddenly, letting your fall back. 

“Please, fuck me,” you whined. “Ryo, please, I need you inside of me,” your eyes were big as you begged, all thoughts vanished from your head except for the absolute carnal need to cum around his cock.

His answer was him slipping his pants and boxers off, lining his huge leaking cock up with your needy cunt, an arrogant smirk on his face, “My pussy’s weeping for me.”

He stroked himself through your slick, coating his shaft before shoving inside of you, no prep to make sure he fit had you crying out at the forcefulness. He pulled back slightly then shoved the rest of the way in, you moaned as he bottomed out, hitting the deepest parts of you. 

“So fucking tight,” his jaw was clenched as he stared down as his length slowly pumping in and out of your drenched pussy. 

“Ryo,” you moaned. “You’re too big,” your nails dug into his back, leaving deep marks as he started increasing his pace. 

“You’ll still take it like the good little slut you are, won’t you?” His voice was smug as he watched your face contort in pleasure.

“Y-yes,” you breathed as your head fell back, shutting your eyes as his weight settled above you.

He brought your legs up, pressing your knees by your head as he started pounding into you. Your mouth fell open at the new angle, his thick veiny cock rubbing against every sensitive spot inside of you. 

“Oh- oh fuck,” your eyes welled with tears as you opened them to look at him, your orgasm building fast.

“Fuck I can feel you fluttering, you close already?” His voice was strained as he fucked you ruthlessly. “Gonna milk me-” your walls clenched around him, “Fuck- when you cum?”

“Yes- Ryo-” you started babbling, cockdrunk as he continued driving in and out of you, your pussy taking him greedily. “Oh- I’m-”

“Cum on my cock, let me hear those pretty moans,” he lowered his full weight on you, forcing you into the couch as his cock bullied even deeper.

You screamed, your slick rushing out of you as white hot pleasure rushed through you. His hips slammed against you over and over, working you through every wave of pleasure as you cried out, moans filling the room as you convulsed around him.

“Gonna fill you up-” he grunted against your neck, his hips faltering in their pace.

“Cum in me, Ryo,” you grabbed his face, pulling his lips onto yours, biting down on his bottom one, a metallic taste filling your mouth as he groaned loudly. You shoved your tongue inside his mouth, giving him a sloppy kiss as his cock pulsed deep inside of you.

He grunted, thick ropes of cum spilling deep inside you, coating your walls as his hips slowed. He slowly pumped in and out of you, making sure every drop stayed in your pussy before he pulled out with a loud squelch.

“We should watch scary movies more often,” you mused.

Your days after were spent working, then going to his place. Every night you brought more with you, carving a space for yourself in his life with his help. He made room for you in his closet and drawers, filled the fridge with your favorite foods, and made sure anything you needed was yours. It was something you never experienced before, that made you fall for him faster and harder than ever.

It was no surprise when he called you Friday evening on the train ride from work, telling you he made reservations for dinner. You knew he was going to ask you to be his so you spent as much time as you could looking your best, doing your hair and makeup to perfection. You weren’t able to get ready at his place, all your formal dresses were at yours, but you preferred everything to be a surprise.

He was standing outside the passenger door, checking his watch, when you exited the building. His eyes cast up to you, staying on you as you made the short walk to the car. He grabbed your hand, placing a quick kiss to it before opening the door for you.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, guiding you into the car before softly closing the door.

He took you to the nicest restaurant you’d ever been to, your floor length gown was the one you had at the back of your closet, always too nice for the occasion. Not too nice for this though, it draped around your soft curves before falling to the floor, the color complimenting your skin tone. 

Dinner passed by quickly, the food melting in your mouth, full of flavor. Conversation flowing easily between you two, your heart pounding as you continued waiting for the moment. When the dessert came, you knew it was now or never.

The waiter set the plate down between you, slipping away on silent feet as your pulse echoed in your ears. You reached for your silverware, Hiromi’s warm hand stopping you. You looked up into his dark eyes, finding warmth and tenderness looking back at you.

“You’ve become a vital part of me, a part of my life I can’t live without,” his voice was quiet, an undeniable shake to it you’d never heard. This man who had fought against the odds, taken on the unwinnable, but still stood strong, was nervous. “You’re every dream I never allowed myself to have, dreams I now find myself imagining a future filled with. Will you be mine?”

Your eyes watered, looking at the stoic man across from you that was bearing part of himself to you. You were overwhelmed with joy, your voice barely a whisper as you nodded your head, “Yes, of course.”

His answering smile brightened every dark place of your heart and soul. He was up swiftly, walking behind you. A weight settled on your chest as he clipped a necklace on you, you looked down, grasping the small diamond pendant in your hands. The chain was simple, but the jewel sparkles brightly in your fingers, a gorgeous pink diamond, shaped like a tear drop.

You rushed through dessert, wanting nothing more than to go back to his place. You thought your heart was pounding before, but now it was all you could focus on. The need in your body for him, everything he did you watched with careful focus. 

He opened the passenger door for you, but you stopped with a hand on the doorframe. You looked into his eyes, seeing the matching desire in them, a carnal hunger that was being caged by you both. You’d been dying to kiss him all night, you weren't going to wait anymore. You grabbed his tie and tugged him towards you. Your lips pressed against him, your other hand going into the hair at the nape of his neck. You pulled back quickly, “I just had to-”

His mouth was on you again, hands on your waist, guiding you back against the car. You opened your mouth for him, his tongue sliding in causing you to moan. It was like he’d been set off, one hand slid into your hair, angling your head for better access and the other found the slit in your dress. His large hand gripped your knee, pulling it up around his hips as he ground his erection against you.

You broke the kiss, panting, when he did it again. You moaned as his lips closed around the spot on your neck that made you weak. “Hiromi,” your voice was a whine as he trailed sloppy kisses down the column of your neck. 

You felt his tongue lick up the side of your neck before his rough voice was in your ear, “Yes, baby?”

You couldn’t contain your whimper, especially not when he followed it with another stroke of his tented slacks against your soaked cunt. He was softly biting and sucking your neck when you finally managed to form words. “Take me to your place,” you said breathlessly.

“Get in and buckle up,” his voice was pure command and you found yourself immediately listening. He shut your door before rounding to the drivers side, sliding in and quickly taking off. One hand on the wheel as the other drifted up your dress, you spread your legs for him, letting his fingers get closer to where you needed them. 

The moment he felt your bare pussy he let out a hiss through his teeth, “All this for me?” He asked as he dragged one his long fingers through your wetness before rubbing light circles against your clit, setting your body on fire. “I asked you a question,” his fingers paused, your hips bucking up to regain the lost sensation.

“Yes,” you whimpered, “it’s all for you.”

“That’s my girl,” he murmured before his fingers continued their slow, gentle torture against your clit. His eyes remained steadily on the road while you were lost completely in his wicked fingers. Knowing that anyone could look over and see his hand up your dress drove you wild, you could feel your orgasm building as you started rocking your hips against him.

Your breathing turned ragged, the sensation about to overcome you when he pulled his fingers away, a strangled sound left you at the abrupt loss. “I was about to come,” you panted.

“I know, and you will, but not yet,” he said with no room for objections. Your momentary disappointment was forgotten as he placed his fingers in his mouth, sucking your wetness off. “Like honey,” his eyes closed briefly, as if he were savoring the taste.

You leaned over the center console, palming his still hard cock through his slacks causing his jaw to tense. He was huge, long and thick, rock solid beneath your touch. You started fumbling with his belt buckle, but his hand stopped you.

“Not yet,” he said. You let your hands fall away, sitting back properly, wishing you could taste him. His hand cupped your cheek, “We’re almost there, beautiful,” he assured you. You turned your head, taking his thumb into your mouth and sucking. Swirling your tongue around it as you looked up at him with big eyes. He pulled his thumb free, rubbing against your bottom lip as he pulled into a parking garage. 

Before you both stepped out of the car you adjusted your disheveled clothes, trying your best to hide what you’d been doing. When you were finally in the elevator, your lips found his neck, kissing and biting him. His hands were low on your back, one drifting down to grab your ass. When the doors opened, he quickly scooped you into his arms, carrying you to his door as you continued to kiss his neck, then his cheeks, biting his jawline. 

He finally entered his apartment, setting you on your feet again, lips crashing against yours. You opened your mouth immediately, his tongue was slow and nasty against yours. Your hands were shoving at his suit jacket as he slowly walked you backwards. Your back hit something hard and then he was hauling you up, placing you on the kitchen island. His hand snaked up your back and into your hair, tugging your head back to bare your throat to him. He kissed down your neck, across your collarbone, before stopping just above the top of your aching breasts.

“Don’t stop,” you moaned at his hesitation. The moment he heard you he slipped your straps down your shoulders, pulling the neckline of your dress down, freeing your breasts. 

“So perfect,” he murmured, his eyes glassy, pupils blown wide. He pinched one hard peak, causing your head to fall back on a moan. You felt his mouth close around the other, sucking your aching nipple into his mouth. The sensation was overwhelming, your hands snaking in his hair as your hips bucked off the counter.

He continued his slow torture of your nipples, switching between the two, sucking and biting softly turning you into a dripping mess. He used his free hand to edge your legs further apart, sliding his body in between them before teasing your clit. His touch was firmer now, rubbing those slow, tortuous circles against you. You were moaning unabashedly now, you thought you were completely lost in him in the car, it was nothing compared to this now. You gasped when he pressed two fingers inside of you, curling them upwards and rubbing that sensitive spot inside of you. 

“Fuck, Hiromi,” you moaned, his palm flat against your clit rubbing against it as he continued finger fucking you and sucking your sensitive nipples. You could feel your orgasm building quickly, you started riding his hand, chasing more friction, more pressure. Just as you were about to come, he stopped everything. His mouth leaving your breast with a pop, his fingers falling still inside of you. You whimpered, rolling your hips against him.

He tsked, removing his fingers, his eyes alight with amusement “So greedy.” 

You were about to respond, with what, you weren’t sure because all thoughts left you as he dropped to his knees in front of you. The sight of him between your legs sent a burst of heat through you. His mouth was on you, pressing reverent kissing up from your knee, getting closer to where you wanted him most.

His hands pulled your knees wider, looking at the mess between your legs. “Your pussy’s weeping for me,” his smile wolfish before he closed his mouth around your clit and sucked lightly. You let out a strangled moan, hand shooting into his hair as your other held yourself up. Then his mouth was ravishing you, he was eating your pussy like a man starved. His tongue was alternating between swirling around your clit and lapping at it with quick upwards strokes. His fingers pushed inside you again, curling upwards as he pumped them in and out. The sounds that filled his apartment were filthy, you could feel yourself dripping on the counter as your orgasm crept closer faster than it ever had. 

You hoped he would finally let you come, but if he didn’t you tried your best to keep your moans normal. You couldn’t help it as your cunt started clamping around his fingers, your frantic hip thrusts giving you away. He pulled away right before it hit you, your groan full of frustration as you looked down at his amused face.

“Nice try,” he stood, his lips covered in a thin sheen as he scooped you up against him and started walking. You wrapped your legs around his waist, bringing your mouth to his and kissing him deeply, he let out a groan and you swallowed it down. Shoving your tongue further into his mouth, pulling at his hair as he continued walking you to his bedroom. He set your feet on the plush carpet, your eyes opening to see him looking down at you. 

“So perfect,” his praise made your body heat, causing you to forget how frustrated you were with him edging you. His hands turned you around gently, your backside to him as he unzipped your dress, letting it fall to the floor in a puddle around your feet. “Be a good girl and I’ll let you come, okay?” one of his hands was gripping your ass, the other teasing your nipples. 

“Okay,” you whimpered, back arching into him. You heard his shoes clatter to the ground, before he rounded in front of you, sitting on the edge of the bed. 

“Come here,” he spread his legs, holding his arms out. You placed yourself between him, the sight of you completely naked while he still wore his shirt and slacks was intoxicating. He started placing soft kisses against your stomach, his hands resting against your hips. He looked up at you, his eyes filled with an intense hunger. Your hands found his face as you leaned down and kissed him slowly, your tongue sliding against him. He pulled away, “Sit on my face,” he said before laying back. 

You climbed on top of him before hovering yourself over his face, “Are you-” you didn’t get to finish your question before his hands were guiding you down on his mouth. His tongue lapped at your sensitive clit, your hips grinding against his face as you moaned. His hands reached up to start teasing your nipples causing all insecurities to leave your mind. You felt him softly suck your clit between his teeth, the added pressure mixed with his swirling tongue was overwhelming.

“Oh fuck,” you moaned, your hips bucking harder against him. Then he took that perfect nose of his and started to rub it against your overly sensitive clit. “Fuck Hiromi- I’m-” the sight of his nose against you made your hips stutter, your pace frantic and needy. “I’m gonna- fuck I’m gonna come,” you moaned, increasing the friction against his nose. He tweaked your nipples harshly, the mixture of pleasure and pain sent you over the edge. Your orgasm rushed through you, your entire body setting alight as you screamed, you’d never felt anything so intense. You were crying out breathless moans, back arched as you rode through every wave of pleasure against his nose. 

When you finally came down you were panting hard, your body slumped sideways as you laid yourself down near his head and closed your eyes. 

You felt his fingers gently rake through your hair, his voice soft, “Sit up, baby.” He placed his hands on either side of you, guiding you to a sitting position in the center of the bed. You glanced up at him, your brain not processing anything, especially not as he loosened and removed his tie before tying it around your eyes. “This okay?” He asked.

“Yes,” you whispered, every sense now heightened. You were eager at the sound of his clothes hitting the floor.

“Get on your knees,” his voice was firm and you felt your pussy clench at what you knew was coming. You quickly listened, arching your back and sticking your ass up in the air for him. “That’s my girl,” his voice was full of worship as he rubbed his palm against your clit. Then you felt him, his thick and long shaft rubbing between your drenched pussy. His head pushing just enough against your clit to have you buck back against him. His laugh was soft, “There’s my greedy girl.”

You felt his tip notch against you, then he was pushing in, stretching you impossibly wide. You started to tense up at the pressure, “Let me in baby,” he whispered, pausing as he rubbed against your clit. “Just breathe,” he started to push again, continuing his attention on your clit. When he slid in another inch, you moaned, pressing your hips back against him, taking him deeper, as his fingers still moved deftly against your clit. When he slid in more, you started to tense again, worried that you’d never taken someone this big before. 

“Relax, baby,” his hands were pulling you back against him, your back hitting his chest as his hand started back up on your clit, the other sliding to your peaked nipples. He started rocking his hips back and forth, pulling out and sliding back in your soaked cunt. Your head fell back against his chest, a moan escaping you as your senses were overwhelmed with him. You tilted your head, bringing your hand up his body and into his hair, pulling his mouth down against yours in a sloppy kiss as he slid further in.

“Give it to me,” you breathed against his mouth. A groan left him and then he was shoving the rest of his length in, you cried out, throwing your head back against him. “You’re so big,” you whined at the feeling of complete fullness.

“But you take me so well, baby,” his voice was rough against your ear, causing you to clench around him. He let out another groan, sliding out a little before pushing back in.

“Hiromi, please fuck me,” you begged and suddenly your head was being shoved into the bed. He slid almost all the way out before slamming back into you, hitting the deepest part of you as you moaned. He began a slow pace, bringing himself almost out before pushing back into you. The slow pace made sure you felt everything, every ridge and vein of his hard cock as your moans filled the room.

“Fuck,” he groaned, the sound of him cussing sending a bolt of pleasure though you. “You feel so fucking good,” he started to pick up his pace, reaching impossibly deeper. You started meeting each stroke, taking him even deeper as the sound of his hips slapping against your ass joined your moans. “Your greedy pussy’s swallowing my cock, like it was fucking made for me.” 

You moaned, squeezing him tighter as he slammed into you with no mercy. His cock was bullying the sensitive spots inside of you, every drag against your g-spot and that spot deeper inside of you bringing you closer to another orgasm. His arm snaked around your hips, his fingers finding your clit as he set a punishing pace against it. 

“Fuck I’m close,” you moaned.

“Give me another one, let me hear your pretty cries while you come on my cock,” his free hand fisted your hair, pulling you harder against him. 

Your moans were strangled as he pounded into you, his fingers working your clit expertly. “Hiromi-” you moaned.

“Come for me baby,” he pinched your clit and you cried out as your orgasm raced through you, back arching further as you shoved yourself back. “That’s it, you’re so fucking tight,” he groaned, hips relentless as he fucked you through your orgasm. When your body sagged against the bed, you felt his fingers working at the blindfold, removing it before he flipped you over. His lips closing around your nipple, softly sucking before tracing kisses up your chest and neck as he started slowly moving in and out. “Eyes on me while I fuck you,” he murmured, you hadn’t even realized you had them closed.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, bringing him closer to you, moaning as he slid deeper inside of you. “You’re so deep,” you moaned and his lips were on your neck, sucking and biting. His palm pressing down on your stomach as he picked up his pace, the pressure allowing him to rub his thick cock against your g-spot.

“You feel so good,” he murmured. “Taking me so well like I knew you would,” his hips were slapping against you. His arms came on both sides of your head, bringing your knees to your chest as he pushed further in you.

“Hiromi I can’t-” you whined. The new position was too full, too deep.

“You can,” he punctuated it with a harsh slam of cock inside of you, causing you to cry out. “Fucking take it,” his most ruthless thrust so far had your nails raking down his back as you cried out. He let out a hiss as your nails found purchase in his skin, holding him against you as he kept up his ruthless pounding. “You look so pretty taking my cock like a good girl,” you clenched around him causing his hips to stutter. “Keep squeezing me like that and I won’t last.”

“Fuck I need your cum inside of me,” you moaned. He let out a strangled noise, pace faltering. “Please cum in me,” you moaned.

“Fuck baby,” he groaned, face falling into the crook of your neck as you squeezed him.

“I’m gonna- Hiromi don’t stop,” you cried. “I- fuck-” your third orgasm crashed through you. You cunt clamping around him and milking him, his pace speeding up as he fucked you through your pleasure. Soon, his grunts filled your ear as his cock twitched inside of you, his hot cum spilling deep inside of you, his pace frantic as he rode out the waves of his orgasm. His body collapsed against yours and you tightened your legs around his waist. Your hands came up to play with his hair causing him to shudder, cock twitching still inside of you.

He finally stood, the loss of him made your body go cold until you scooped you up into his arms, carrying you to the bathroom. He tenderly set you under the warm water, washing your hair and body as you took in the expanse of his body. He was lean, but muscular, with a dusting of hair across his chest and the sexiest happy trail you found your fingers drifting over. He grasped your hand, bringing your fingers to his mouth before nipping your fingers gently.

When he kissed you, you knew this was exactly where you were meant to be. In his arms, falling for him, and figuring out the rest together.

You let Hiromi know you’re almost to his building, knowing he’ll come down and walk you up. Just as you expected, he appears at the main entrance, a pair of glasses perched on his nose. He looks the most relaxed you’ve ever seen him, simple black pajama pants and a dark green cardigan. Now that you think of it, this is the first time you haven’t seen him in slacks, for some reason you pictured him wearing slacks at all times, even at home or in bed.

You smile when you get to him, rising on your toes to kiss his cheek, his arm naturally snaking around your waist. “You look cute,” you look down at his loungewear.

His fingers reach out, grabbing one of the front pieces hanging from your messy bun, “You, too.” He grabs the bag from your shoulder, slipping onto his before taking your hand and pressing a quick kiss to it before leading you to the elevator. 

“I brought a few puzzles, I hope you like doing them?” You looked up at him as you settled inside, watching him click the top floor.

“I do, but so does Emiko,” his mouth was tilted up at one corner. “We’ll make it work,” he assured. He grabbed your hand when the doors opened, taking you partway down the hall before stopping in front of the one simple door with no decorations. You kicked your shoes off as you entered.

Everything was exactly what you expected, neat and tidy. There was a kitchen just off to the right of the entryway, an island with a large sink in the center of it. The living room had a small comfortable looking leather couch, a simple coffee table with a worn book on it. His TV was framed by floor to ceiling bookshelves filled with books, puzzle boxes, and a few pieces of tasteful artwork.

You didn’t realize you were smiling before he cupped your cheek, bringing your face to look at him, “What?” His eyes were slightly narrowed.

“It’s you,” you looked back at everything. “It’s so you.”

“Boring?” He drawled, his face falling in that aloof way of his.

“Refined,” you corrected, pushing your finger into his chest. His hand closed around yours before you could pull away, his lips pressed against your fingers. 

“Puzzles first or dinner?” He asked against your fingers, those dark brown eyes holding yours.

You hummed, you weren’t particularly hungry now, but what if he was?

“If it helps to know, I have the ingredients prepped so it won’t take long to cook,” it did help to know. You always thought dating another lawyer would be a pain, constantly working, little attention for each other, but he was the opposite of every worry you ever had.

“Puzzles then, let me show you what I brought!” You pulled the bag from his shoulder, setting it on the counter. You were just about to pull it out when the most beautiful girl you’d ever seen jumped onto the counter. You froze, quickly averting your gaze from her as she tentatively approached you.

Hiromi stepped up behind you, one arm going around your waist as he leaned over to pet Emiko. You brought your hand up slowly, letting her get another sniff. She wasn’t repulsed, which was all you could ask for, you don’t know what you would’ve done if she hated you. When he moved from behind you, he scooped her into his arms like a baby, holding her as he grabbed a towel and spray to clean the counter.

“She knows she’s not supposed to do that,” he scratched under her chin anyway, like the loving father he was.

You pulled the puzzle out, a five hundred piece of The Great Wave off Kanagawa. “You said you liked this artwork right?” You smiled.

His lips turned up at the corner, “Yes, I did.” He stepped forward and placed a quick kiss on your forehead before gesturing you to come into the living room. “Sit,” he looked at the couch, Emiko still in his arms. “I’ll go get another chair.”

You started opening up the box, getting all the pieces out onto the coffee table. You picked up his book and set it next to you, an old horror novel, you couldn’t help but notice. You were flipping the pieces over as he walked back in, a wooden chair in his arms, Emiko trailing behind him. She jumped onto the couch, laying on top of the book, you looked over at her in surprise before quickly turning back to the table.

“Looks like you will end up being her mommy,” he said, his voice completely normal.

“Oh-” your face flushed remembering your stupid joke from yesterday.

“When should we start packing your apartment up?” He was flipping the pieces over, his usual stoic self.

“Are you free tomorrow?” You asked, smiling at him.

“I should let you know, I won’t subject her to being a child of divorce,” he eyed you. “Once you’re here, you’re here.”

“Good,” you shrugged, setting aside the edge pieces. “Do you have a coffeemaker? Do you like the AC cold when you sleep? Is there space in the closet?”

“Yes, to all,” he didn’t hesitate. He was putting regular pieces together, letting you stick to the edges. 

“Perfect, that’s all I really need,” you laughed softly. “I hate to put the brakes on anything, but she hasn’t let me pet her yet. Maybe for the sake of her home life we should wait until then.” 

He let out a sigh, “I suppose that’s a valid argument.”

“Oh, you suppose?” You snickered. “Those are fighting words, you sure we should go there?”

“Afraid you’d lose?” He looked up from underneath his glasses, his eyes full of challenge.

You let the piece fly from your hand without thinking, it hit him in the middle of his forehead before you both watched it fall to the floor. You both were incredibly still, looking at where it landed.

He slowly dragged his eyes up to you, the look in them had you laughing nervously until he said, “Run.”

You didn’t think, just took off towards the only hallway, the sound of his footsteps right behind you. You burst into his bedroom, hoping to make it into the bathroom. His arms circled around your waist, “Gotcha.”

You screamed as he began tickling you, “Stop!” You choked out, your laughter filling the room. You tried throwing yourself around, letting your body become dead weight, but it was no use. His arms were a vice grip around you as he lifted you off the ground, throwing you easily over his shoulder.

You started pounding your fists against his back, “Put me down!” 

CRACK!

The slight pain against your ass shut you up immediately. Before you could process what just happened you were falling through the air, hitting his soft mattress. Your chest was rising and falling harshly as you looked up at him. He climbed on the bed, positioning himself between your legs, hovering over you as you looked into each other’s eyes. The air becoming charged, palpable. You grabbed his cardigan and pulled him onto you, pressing your lips against his as you wrapped your legs around his waist. You opened your mouth to him instinctively, his tongue diving in immediately. He tasted like mint and coffee and you knew you’d be drunk on it forever. 

You rolled yourself on top of him, your kiss breaking as he groaned softly at the change. You rocked your hips against him, pressing your lips against his neck, listening to find out what he liked best. You could feel the long thick length of him against you as you continued to grind against him.

“Can I taste you?” Your voice was breathy, filled with want.

“Fuck-” he hissed. “Yes,” he panted, watching as you slid down his body.

You started palming against the bulge in his pants, feeling how hard he was beneath your palm. His hips were bucking up against you, his head angled back into the mattress. You pulled him free, a bead of precum sitting on the tip. Your tongue quickly darted out to taste it, relishing in the sound of the moan that left him.

“Look at me,” you breathed. His eyes found yours as you closed your mouth around his tip, swirling your tongue around it. 

“I’m not going to last,” he groaned, watching as you took more of him in your mouth. 

You slowly kept your head bobbing, taking more of him each time you came down. When he hit the back of your throat, you let yourself gag, letting the saliva pool down his shaft before closing your hand around the rest of him. You worked him in tandem, taking him deep, gagging around him as your hand pumped his base.

His hips started rocking up, forcing himself deeper. You moaned as his thrusts became more erratic, his hand shooting into your hair, forcing you down on his cock. You let him fuck your mouth, gagging and moaning around him. 

“I’m going to-” he panted. “I-” his grip loosened in your hair like he was about to pull away.

You shoved yourself back down letting his hot cum spill into your mouth as he grunted. When you were sure he was done, you sucked up his shaft, earning another grunt, before swallowing. He looked thoroughly spent, his glasses discarded beside him, clothing rumpled. 

“So,” you started, “back to the puzzle?”

His answering chuckle sent warmth through your chest, “Whatever you want, beautiful.” 

Your weekend was otherwise uneventful, spending time pouring over case notes and taking care of mindless chores around your apartment. You opted to keep yourself busy, knowing if you weren’t you’d constantly be thinking of Hiromi and all the small things you noticed about him. Like the way pieces of hair would fall onto his forehead or the way his lips twitched, breaking his normally apathetic expression when he was amused, or his scent that you wished you could bury your face in. You were trying hard to fool yourself into thinking you weren’t thinking of him.

When Monday blended into Tuesday and then Wednesday, you were finally informed of a new case. Your notes and insight were appreciated by Haruta, leading to another case placed on your desk. You couldn’t help but notice this was the shortest amount of time you had to wait for a new one. You reviewed the documents, looking to Jun to confirm what you were seeing.

“A robbery case, there’s substantial evidence to convict the defendant,” you furrowed your brow, wondering why something so simple would be given to you.

“They just want to keep you active, I heard after Haruta’s case concludes they’re going to take on one of the hardest they’ve ever faced,” she leaned in close, quickly glancing around. “I think they want you to lead it,” she whispered.

“What makes you say that?” Somehow Jun always knew everything, you hoped she wasn’t wrong about this as you leaned in.

“I overhead them talking after you delivered your analysis,” her voice barely audible over the air conditioning and typical office sounds. “They were impressed, they think you can win it if they accept it.” She straightened up quickly, the appearance of innocence as she gestured to the files on your desk, “Let’s get the evidence lined up for this one.” 

You and Jun worked the rest of the day, your eyelids sagging, suit disheveled as you left the building for the day. The cool night air kissed your skin as you walked to the train station, you packed away the work portion of your brain, your first thought giving way to Hiromi. Your heart squeezed as you thought about how you hadn’t heard from him, maybe things didn’t go as great as you thought. Or maybe he was swamped with work, the more rational part of you reasoned.

When you finally walked up to your door the sight of flowers on the doorstep broke through your silent mind. They were beautiful, a huge bouquet of your favorites in a gorgeous vase. You picked them up, noticing there was a note and quickly hurried inside to read it.

The letters were straight, harsh lines flowing together to form the words, Thinking of you -H

Your face lit up, your heart feeling full and warm as you studied the bouquet again. Of course he remembered every little detail you told him, he seemed like the type of man who would. You quickly pulled out your phone and clicked to his contact

You: They’re beautiful, thank you

Hiromi: You deserve more. Been completely swamped with work, but I’ll see you again soon.

You: Can’t wait, give Emiko some pets for me!

Hiromi: *picture of Emiko*

You smiled down at your phone, zooming into her sweet little face, wondering if you’d ever get to meet her and if she’d like you. You imagined sitting with Hiromi on his couch, Emiko in his lap while you both watched some mindless show. 

You were excited to see what he planned for your next date, hoping it would be soon so you could see him again. As you laid in bed, your mind drifted through all the different ideas he could be planning.

-

You got your answer Friday morning, a quick text from Hiromi to meet him at the aquarium tomorrow. You smiled, the excitement of going to the aquarium and seeing him again made you feel like you were floating. The day flew by, you went to trial Monday so there was plenty to be done in preparation. You were thankful for that, you were that much closer to seeing Hiromi’s handsome face again.

-

You smoothed your black skirt down as you walked through the front entrance, hoping it wasn’t too short. You couldn’t help wearing your most flattering skirt and white top. It was a simple outfit, but the star of it all was the oversized jean jacket, a large shark embroidered on the back. You noticed it was incredibly slow as you looked around, only spotting the workers. You figured he picked this time to have it that way, allowing you both to admire the exhibits as best as possible.

You found him waiting by the ticket desk, he was wearing black slacks, a white button down with a maroon sweater vest on top, and his sleeves were rolled up in the way you loved. You noticed he already held two tickets in his hand. As you got close, you didn’t let yourself over think as you threw your arms around his waist, tucking your face into chest, sneakily breathing in his scent.

You felt him stiffen, before loosing a breath and snaking his arms around you, holding you just firmly enough. You’d never felt this way before, completely safe and comfortable, wishing you’d never have to let go.

You peered up at him, holding your arms for just a second longer, “Hi,” you smiled shyly as you let your arms drop.

His gaze was intent as he looked down at you, his fingers ghosting across your cheekbone. “Hi, beautiful,” he murmured.

You blushed furiously, casting your eyes towards the pathway leading into the exhibits. “Ready?” You asked , looking back at him, a corner of his lips tilted upwards as he nodded.

You scanned your tickets at the door, it automatically unlocked and you noticed there was absolutely nobody here as you walked in. Usually the entrance to the exhibits was busy, people trying to figure out which direction they wanted to go first.

“I can’t believe there’s nobody here,” you laughed, unable to process your luck. You couldn’t remember the last time you came so you were more than excited to see the new additions.

“I wanted it to be special for you,” Hiromi’s hand fitting to the small of your back as you walked further inside towards the smaller fish tanks.

“What do you mean?” Your brows knitted in confusion as you looked up at him.

“I called a friend, we have the entire place to ourselves,” he said nonchalantly, causing you to gasp and stutter. It completely threw you off that he was being so casual about that.

“I don’t-” you started, eyes wide. “How did-” you blew out a frustrated breath as you failed to compose a sentence. 

“It’s only for two hours,” he shrugged as if that made it any less special, turning to you as you stopped in front of a tank.

You settled for the one thing that didn’t require words, you threw yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his neck as you laughed. “This is incredible,” you squealed.

His arms wrapped around you as he leaned over you, setting your feet back on the floor and holding you tightly.

“Thank you so much,” you pulled back still smiling broadly, hands going to his cheeks before turning his head and placing a light kiss on one.

His smile was soft, a faint coloring dusting his cheeks, “I’d do anything to see you smile like that again.”

“Well, clearly you already know exactly what you need to do,” you gestured around, still smiling. “Come on, let’s go look at the big tank!” You grabbed one of his big hands in yours before pulling him along, his long legs easily matching your pace. You walked through the huge tunnel, stopping to look up and see the animals swim above you. You were delighted that you could experience this without the usual clamor of people. You brought your eyes back to Hiromi when you noticed was mostly looking at you and smiled before leading him through the rest of the tunnel.

“Look at that whale shark!” You pointed with your free hand, your other still laced with him. “I wish I knew more about sea creatures, but truthfully I’m content only admiring them. What do you enjoy admiring?” You looked at him, his eyes following the movement of a manta ray.

“This isn’t entirely relevant, but I enjoy reading an array of genres from different countries. I find it interesting when I notice the differences,” he answered.

“How can you possibly read anything that’s not work related?” You were shocked, you couldn’t remember the last time you finished, let alone picked up a book.

“It takes me months at a time, but I try my best to make time for what’s important to me,” he gazed down at you.

Your cheeks warmed, “Let’s go to the jellyfish tank.” You walked in comfortable silence, hand in hand, passing all the tanks with various fish and corals. Every now and then you’d stop to admire a few things, pointing out the creatures you knew by name. Hiromi was attentive, listening to every word you said and offering his own observations of the animals.

The jellyfish exhibit was huge, not quite as big as the previous, but it was still amazing watching the movements of the different species. Your mind was quiet for once, the faint classical music flowing through the speakers calmed you, you found yourself asking, “Are you where you thought you’d be in life by now?”

A soft chuckle, almost like an exhalation of breath, escaped him. “No, not at all. I remember thinking I’d start seeing change in the system five years after I started my own practice. I’m nearing ten now and haven’t seen any yet, but now I understand real change doesn’t happen overnight,” he said in that matter of fact way of his. “You?”

“I finished my apprenticeship about a year ago, Jun thinks they’re going to let me lead one of the hardest cases we’ll take on this year. If I do, then yes, I’m still on track,” you answer. “How old are you?” The question has been biting at you since you saw his dusting of silver hair and the handsome worn lines in his face.

A chuckle, “36, don’t call me old now.”

“I don’t think it’s fair for you to take away that right from me,” you teased. 

“It doesn’t bother you?” He asked quietly, his eyes drifting off to the jellyfish.

“Why would it? We’re less than ten years apart, I prefer my men older anyway,” you realized your mistake the moment it left your lips. Your face was flaming, “Not that you’re mine- I just meant that-,” you pulled your hand out of his and threw both over your eyes. You could hear the deep timbre of his chuckle then his hands were on yours, pulling them away so he could look at you. 

“Older men, huh?” He was smiling softly, eyes crinkled at the corners. You longed to reach out and trace every faint line of his face. “Can’t complain if it means I have a chance with you,” he said nonchalantly, one shoulder lifting slightly.

“You want that? To be with me?” Your voice was breathless, chest rising and falling heavily as you wondered how this man wasn’t already married. He was so sweet, thoughtful, attentive. Not to mention, absolutely gorgeous. Everything about him called to you.

“Yes, I do. Here I was thinking I was making it obvious,” he gestured around with an amused look in his eye.

“I just thought maybe you were really nice, I don’t know,” you laughed, slightly embarrassed as you realized how it sounded out loud. “Yeah, I guess it is pretty obvious,” you conceded.

“I’ll have to make sure next time there’s no way for you to question what I want,” his gaze was slightly heated, your body flushing at his double meaning. He quickly glanced at his watch, “We have another hour, let’s go through the rest and finish at the deep water exhibit,” he grabbed your hand again and you continued your pattern of walking, stopping, and observing. You weren’t sure how time was flying by so quickly, you were filled with disappointment that you’d have to leave so soon. 

“When can I see you again?” You asked, looking up at him as you walked towards the entrance to the deep sea exhibit.

“Tomorrow, I was going to ask you to dinner when we were done here,” he rubbed the back of his neck, uncharacteristically nervous.

“Dinner sounds great,” you smiled, bumping your shoulder against him, trying to calm his nerves.

His ears were tinted red, “I wanted it to be at my place, I’d cook for us and you can meet Emiko.”

“Hiromi, why are you so nervous about asking that?” You couldn’t help the laugh that slipped out of you at his behavior.

“I don’t want you to think I’m trying to rush...” he seemed at a loss for words. “Anything,” was what he settled on and you felt your brows furrow, a smile still on your face.

“Rush, anything?” You repeated back to him, taking only a second to realize what he was implying. “Oh!” You let the understanding dance across your face. “I don’t know,” you trailed off, keeping your voice steady to not betray your teasing.

“I understand, when you’re ready to visit or have me over, you tell me,” his blush had creeped down his neck and you couldn’t help continuing your act.

“Yeah I wouldn’t want to rush anything, I don’t think I could control myself if I came over,” your voice was normal, expression twisted in thought. The silence between you was loud as you stepped into the darkness, the blacklights the only light to guide you.

“What?” His voice was husky when he finally spoke.

“Oh you know, seeing you so domestic, meeting your daughter, I wouldn’t be able to control myself,” you reasoned, turning your head away from him so he wouldn’t see the twitch of your lips as you walked to the large cylinder tank in the center of the room.

“Control yourself?” His voice was a whisper behind you, like he was trying to understand what you were talking about by saying it outloud.

“I’m not ready to be a mommy yet,” you looked back at him and he choked, it took everything in you to keep going. “I think it’s too early for me to move in, don’t you?’

“I don’t-” he rubbed his forehead. “I’m not following.”

“Well if I come over, if Emiko likes me, I have to move in and become her mommy. Since you’re her daddy,” another choked noise from him caused you to break, your laughter echoing off the walls around you as you clutched your stomach. 

“You’re messing with me,” he observed you, even in the darkness you could see the flush across his features.

“You think?” You laughed again at his glare, which he instantly broke with a twitch of his lips.

“So you will come over?” He asked, reaching his long arms out and pulling you against him.

“I have to check my schedule,” you said, shrugging before placing your hands against his chest.

“You’re joking,” he deadpanned, dancing his fingertips through your hair to the back of your head.

“Am I?” You asked sweetly and his hand grabbed a fistful of hair immediately. You let out the softest noise, a squeak getting caught in your throat. 

He lowered his mouth near your ear, his voice a deadly whisper “I think you are, am I correct?” His free arm snagged around your waist, drawing you flush against him. 

“Yes,” you breathlessly whispered, your thighs clamping together.

“What was that? I couldn’t hear you,” you could hear the amusement in his voice.

“You’re right,” you said shakily.

“Thought so,” he placed a quick kiss on your temple before letting you go. Your balance thrown off from the sudden loss, his hand extending towards you, “Come on, let’s see the rest before they open back up.”

You took his hand, wandering around the rest of the exhibit with him. Your mind constantly drifting to the feeling of his hand in your hair, the way you always immediately want to do as he says. Before you know it, you’re outside saying goodbye. He tells you he’ll send you his address before placing a kiss to the back of your hand.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, beautiful,” he said against your hand, his eyes on you.

“See you tomorrow,” you let your hand drop out of his, missing the contact as you turn around and walk towards the train station. Tomorrow couldn’t get here fast enough.

Hiromi was a man of his word, he sent you the restaurant name and address, along with their website early the next morning. You appreciated being able to review the menu and dress code ahead of time, you were nervous and you wanted everything to go as smoothly as possible. Nobody in the past had ever made this much effort for a date with you, especially not a lunch date. It made you realize how little you had asked for in any relationship, platonic or romantic. Knowing he was putting effort into this made your stomach flutter, a hopeful feeling causing you to put in a little more effort than you normally would. 

The restaurant was a nice brunch spot, nothing too formal, so the outfit you settled on wouldn’t be out of place. Your jeans hugged your curves in all the right places before falling straight down your legs. You contrasted the loose leg style with a form fitting sleeveless top and a pair of kitten heels to dress everything up just a bit more. You choose to pull half your hair back with a metallic hair clip, applying a little bit of natural looking makeup to compliment your features. You finished everything off by accessorizing with your favorite necklace, earrings, and a few generous sprays of your favorite perfume. You grabbed a simple bag and cardigan before heading out to meet him. 

The entire train ride over your heart was banging around in your chest, your stomach continuing to do flips as you worried about what you’d talk about. You wondered if he was feeling anything remotely similar to you, or if you read into this completely wrong and ended up with a school girl crush. If that was the situation, you rationalized that it would be perfectly fine to have him as an acquaintance, he was well respected and regarded as one of the most, if not the most, intelligent lawyer in the field. Being acquainted with him was exactly the kind of connection that could help further your career. Thinking about him strictly in a professional manner didn’t sit right with you though, you knew you wanted to know more about him. You wanted to know why he continued the impossible fight of a defense attorney, you wanted to know what made him tick, what he liked and disliked. 

You hopped off the train to complete the short walk to the restaurant, you were a little early so you kept your pace leisurely. As you neared the restaurant you took a deep breath. The host greeted you with a smile, you let her know you were under the reservation with Hiromi’s name. She told you to follow her, as you were led to the far end of the restaurant, you took in the details of the building. It was a decent size, the tables spaced far enough apart for privacy. The decor was tasteful and the back wall was covered in large windows overlooking the busy street outside.

Hiromi was sitting at the table in the center of the windows, drinking out of a mug while looking at the street beyond. He was wearing a pair of gray slacks, with a black long sleeved polo pushed up his forearms revealing his sleek watch. You couldn’t help but notice his tanned skin and those mouth watering veins snaking up his arms. As you got closer, he turned towards you with a soft look in his eyes, standing as you finally got to the table and sticking his hand out. When you put yours in his, you shook it firmly like you would anyone else. You noticed how small your hand looked in his as his warmth radiated through your palm, his scent intoxicating. 

“I hope you don’t mind, but I ordered a coffee,” he said as he pulled your chair out for you. Yet another thing no one had ever done for you.

“Not at all,” you smiled softly as you sat and began sifting through the menu you already looked over at least five times. “Have you been here before?”

“No, it was recommended by an old friend of mine from college,” he said as he reached for his half empty cup of coffee.

“I hope I didn’t keep you waiting for long,” you gestured to the drink in his hand.

“You didn’t,” he assured. “I needed caffeine more than I thought,” he shrugged as he looked down at the remaining contents of his cup.

“That’s very understandable, I’m sure I go through at least four cups a day,” you laughed lightly. 

“A minimum of six on a heavy day,” he agreed, his mouth tilting up at the corner as he looked at you. 

“Which I’m finding is more often than not,” you huffed and shook your head. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m doing everything I wanted to do, but that doesn’t change the workload.”

“That it doesn’t,” he nodded. 

The server came around to get your orders, you ordered a water and one of their seasonal salads figuring it was easy enough to eat and talk around.

“When did you decide you wanted to be a lawyer?” His question sent your mind whirling as you tried to remember when that was, your lips scrunched in thought and you noticed his eyes drift to the movement. The server came back with your water by the time you had your answer.

“I think I had a vague idea when I was going into high school,” your voice drifted as you worked through your thoughts. “But one moment during my senior year really solidified it for me. I was finally captain of the debate team, and that year we sent the most teams to the championship. My partner and I didn’t win the championship like we hoped, but we came close. I remember feeling the weight of that disappointment on my chest, but the underclassmen had submitted an application for me for captain of the year. It was a total surprise, but I felt like I had really made a difference in their lives, so much so that they nominated me for the highest award. When I won, I knew I wanted to continue to make a difference in people's lives. What better way than law, I thought. I hope to become one of the youngest judges in the country, that’s the only real way for change,” you finished then immediately blushed, realizing how long winded your answer was. “Sorry, that was a lot-” you started.

“Don’t apologize, I wanted to know or else I wouldn’t have asked,” he assured. “I believe it’s important to remember the things that motivate us, it’s the foundation we can fall back on when we lose our way.”

“What motivates you?” You rested your head on your hand as you studied his face. Watching as he rubbed his jaw in thought. You noticed his hands were slender with a few veins, fingers long with trimmed nails. 

“Injustice, I suppose,” his response was not at all what you were expecting. 

Your eyes widened in shock, mouth slightly parting, “Care to elaborate?”

He nodded as the food was finally placed in front of you both, “I don’t desire to protect the weak or powerless, but rather I can’t ignore a situation that's fundamentally wrong. It’s why I’ve continued to be a defense attorney. I refuse to look away from the injustices of the system, even if it means I stand alone,” his voice was gruff, jaw clenched as he finished.

“I admire that,” you said softly. “My position in the system is the antithesis of everything you stand for, but I do agree with you,” your face heated as you pushed your hair behind your ear, looking down at your salad. 

“Your position was defined by a flawed system, created long before you and I were breathing,” he said firmly. You looked at him to see a softness in his gaze that melted your heart, “I won’t hold that against you.”

“That’s more than I deserve,” you murmured. The weight of your actions bearing down on you as you realized he echoed the same thoughts you did about your position as a prosecutor. “I won’t try to excuse why I stay at my job, but I want you to know it’s easier for my colleagues to go through life like we don’t feed the system than it is for me.”

“I believe you, and I believe we may not see change in our lifetimes, but the right thing to do is to continue to strive for it anyway,” he took another swig of his coffee, his eyes surveying your expression. “I don’t want you to fall into the thoughts you’re heading for right now, I want to know you, so tell me about your hobbies.”

Your flattened your lips, his consideration for you wasn’t justified, but he was kind enough to be that way anyway. “You already know about running,” you began, trying to buy yourself more time to think. “I really enjoy going to aquariums, I find they’re really great at clearing my head after a particularly long week.”

“Do you have a favorite exhibit?” He asked, watching as you took a sip of water.

“I love the deep sea creatures, really I love the entire part of the aquarium where the lights are super low. It feels otherworldly. I also love aquariums where you can walk through the tunnel and see animals all around you,” you saw he was beginning to speak, but you held up a finger causing him to abruptly stop. His eyebrows rose as he looked at you, a faint twitch at the corner of his lips. “Will you tell me something about yourself I might not expect?”

“I have a cat,” he offered and your jaw dropped.

“You’re joking?” You practically squealed.

“Does it look like I joke?” He asked with a raised brow, amusement dancing in his eyes.

“Not at all,” you laughed, causing the corners of his lips to turn upwards, his version of a smile. “Color? Name? Gender?” You listed off in rapid succession.

“Tortoiseshell, Emiko, girl,” he answered.

“You have a tortie?” You gushed. “Please tell me you have pictures of her?” You were practically begging, but you pushed past any embarrassment because you had always wanted a cat.

“I do,” he answered simply, his face revealing his teasing.

“Are you going to make me ask to see pictures of her?” You asked with an overexaggerated pout.

“I might,” he shrugged, amusement ghosting across his face.

“Can I see pictures of her?” You narrowed your eyes at him.

“Is that how you ask when you want something?” His deep voice sent a shiver down your spine at the double meaning. Your mind began drifting to another scenario, but you quickly banished that train of thought.

“Please,” you mumbled.

“What was that?” He was full on grinning at you, causing your glare to turn into a frown.

“Can I please see pictures of Emiko? Please Hiromi,” you let your voice turn into a slight whine, wanting to see if you could turn the tables and mess with him.

His gaze darkened, a flash of heat in his eyes before he pulled out his phone. You gasped as you were greeted with the sight of the cutest cat you’ve ever seen, one of her ears clipped, indicating she was a former stray. Her fur was long and healthy, her face and tail fluffy. 

“Hiromi, she’s so cute,” you were completely giddy.

“Yes, she is,” but his eyes weren’t on Emiko, they were on you. You blushed furiously, quickly asking for another picture in case you were wrong about his meaning. The next one was her sitting in his lap as he worked on the stacks of paperwork in front of him. 

“I can’t believe you have a daughter, she looks like such a sweet girl,” you sighed.

“She’s sweet with me, but she doesn’t take well to strangers.” Your confusion was written all over your face because he clarified, “She was one of the longest stuck at the shelter, they told me she’d never approached anyone before I came in. She chose me, I accepted that choice,” he looked at his phone with fondness.

“I’d really love to have a cat, but I just worry about caring for them with my work schedule,” your words full of disappointment.

“Luckily, she doesn’t mind being alone. I have an automatic feeder and automatic litterbox for her too, it’s doable with the right cat,” he said.

“I guess I never considered that, and now I’m going to be thinking about her forever. She really is the cutest cat I’ve ever seen,” you smiled. 

Somehow the conversation continued to flow for hours, both of you losing track of time until his phone rang with a work related call. He stepped away to take the call, your gaze drifting to the window, mind wondering if he thought this was going as well as you thought it was.

“Hey,” his voice drew your gaze back to him, a frown spread across his face. “I’m really sorry, but I have to run to the office, we just hit a major block in one of our cases.”

“Oh, I understand,” you took in the furrow of his brow. “Really, Hiromi, I understand,” you stood, grabbing your bag before facing him and beginning the walk towards the front.

“I had a great time,” he murmured, those tired eyes drawing you in like they always did. 

You smiled, “I did too, I can settle the bill so you can get going.”

He shook his head, “I already took care of it. Can I see you again?” He asked, his head tilting slightly as he gazed down at you.

“Yes, I’d like that very much,” you smiled softly, watching as his mouth tilted up in that small smile of his. He pushed open the door, holding it for you as you stepped outside.

“I’ll talk to you soon,” he looked at you, his body hesitating, as if he wanted to do something, but ultimately decided not to. He waved softly before turning away.

You watched him briskly walk down the street, wondering what it would’ve been like to kiss him.

You close your laptop, looking at your watch, the time reading 5:26. You were explicitly told by your seniors not to stay past 5:30. The firm always offered the lawyers who finished a case to take the next day off even if you lost, due to your firm's push to maintain a vague work life balance. This was unheard of in the field, which was why you, like so many others, did not take the extra day off. Really the only reason people took the day was if they had prior plans like taking time to be with family. You were the youngest at the firm, something like children far from your mind, if it would ever be considered, and you were independent from your family for personal reasons.

The worst part of finishing a case was you were never sure when your next one would be. There were always plenty of meetings with potential clients and even ones among the firm members about taking on potential clients. Unfortunately, you wouldn’t know about that until one landed on your desk or they offered you the responsibility of doing your own case interviews. You knew it would take time before they offered you that next step, so you kept your head down and continued to work hard at what you were given and even what wasn’t asked of you. Which was how you found yourself loading up case notes from your colleague, Haruta. You were always eager to keep your mind busy, especially by reviewing case notes. Analyzing how others thought through their cases and applied their knowledge helped further yours. Any extra analysis was always appreciated among the team on large cases, which Haruta was facing as he led a team of five senior lawyers against a tough defense. You were happy to review, organize, and provide your own analysis especially since your efforts would be noticed by the top of the firm.

You had your bag loaded, heading towards the elevator at exactly 5:30, the office filled with light-hearted chattering like usual on Fridays. You stepped through the polished and sleek doors, your mind drifting to your non-existent weekend plans. You realized you needed to schedule a time to go running since it was the easiest way to stay active with your work centered lifestyle. You chose to forgo your run yesterday when you agreed to go to that lounge with Jun. Plus a night run might help clear your mind for a further assessment of the notes you’d already taken on Haruta’s case. If you continued to provide stellar work, it would be easier to ask for the responsibility of taking on your own clients. You couldn’t make a difference in the world of law if you were unable to choose which cases you did and did not accept. It was the one reason that got you out of bed in the morning, knowing that you were working toward the day you could make a difference in the conviction rate and the injustices in the system. 

Before you knew it, you were home, going through the motions of unpacking your work bag and preparing for your run. You quickly changed into your form fitting running top and leggings, tied your hair up, and put your favorite song on blast on your headphones. The spring day was giving way to night, the air cool on your skin as the sun set behind the horizon, and the sounds of the world blurred as you focused on your music. You jogged to your favorite park near your apartment, it was well lit and provided a decent amount of routes for you to run on the pavement. You preferred to run out in the open, trying to avoid nature trails unless you were with someone, especially at night.

You took a heaping breath and set down your familiar path, raising your pace as you got into the groove of it. Your running playlist cycled through all your favorite songs as you continued on, your mind offering you a brief moment of quiet reprieve. You just rounded a bend, the sight of someone sitting on a bench near the center of the park spiked your curiosity. You never saw anyone here when you ran at night, you wondered what they could be possibly doing. The only things to see would have to be illuminated by the lamps scattered throughout, which meant many details were lost to the shadows of the evening. It was a beautiful park during the day, winding walking paths, carved benches, trees, flowers, the occasional statue or fountain. But those were all things to admire in the daylight when you could take in those small details. 

You kept your eyes straight as you continued closer to the figure, noticing that they were hunched over, their head in the hands. That, you could understand, needing to be outside while you battled with your mind. Sometimes the comfort nature provided made things marginally better, even just for a moment.

You were getting closer to the figure when you recognized him, Higuruma. You couldn’t see his face, but you knew it was him anyway. Your rhythm faltered when he looked up, your eyes catching. You saw his mouth moving, he was speaking to you? You stopped in front of him, suddenly self-conscious about your disheveled state.

“Sorry, I didn’t catch that?” You said breathlessly as you pulled an earbud out. Your chest rising and falling steadily as you fought to regain your normal breathing pattern, sweat sliding down your temples.

“Not really safe to be out here alone, is it?” You studied him as he asked his question, he was still in his suit, tie slightly skewed, hair disheveled like he came straight from his office. You couldn’t help but notice the deep timbre of his voice felt like an intimate caress, wondering what it might be like to hear that voice in your ear.

“I could say the same to you,” you quipped. “If I run at night, it’s always here, I’ve never felt unsafe,” you shrugged, your breathing slowing as you studied the lines of his face. His tired eyes were drawing you in, making you want to stay and sit with him.

“Do you often run at night?” He asked, his gaze dragging down your face to your body, causing your face to warm. Was he admiring or scrutinizing?

“Yes, only when I’m not going to the office do I run in the morning,” you started to drag your gaze back to the path ahead, giving away your intentions to start back up again.

“What’s your name?” He asked swiftly. His dark eyes locked with yours as you gave him your name. He nodded, “I’m Hiromi Higuruma.” 

“Yes, we just had a trial against each other Mr. Higuruma,” the moment the words left your mouth you cursed yourself. That was the last thing you wished to say to him and somehow it came out anyway.

“Hiromi,” he said, his face remaining as it was, no trace of anger in his voice. “Please call me Hiromi.”

“Oh, I-” your eyes widened as you struggled to find words, he was older than you if the slight dusting of silver hair at his temples was any indication, “I’m not sure I should...” you drifted off weakly.

“It’s perfectly normal for lawyers in the same field to be acquainted,” his voice was filled with reason. You couldn’t deny you wanted to know him better, and the thought of being on a first name basis with him excited you.

“You’d like to be acquainted?” You asked softly, your gaze lowering as you waited for his response. 

He sighed, mixed with the faintest laugh, “I had assumed your colleague already told you, that was my mistake.” You looked at him with a puzzled expression, his eyes roaming over your face as he spoke next, “To be very clear, I would like that very much.” His words were coated in honey, paired with the intensity in his gaze and you were beyond flustered.

“I think that’s doable,” your voice coming out more breathy than you wanted.

“Doable,” he said the word as if he were tasting it, rubbing his jawline as he looked at you with a faint hint of amusement. “Let’s put that to the test over lunch tomorrow.”

You smiled faintly, feeling suddenly shy as you processed the fact he asked you out. Even if it was just for lunch, you were still hopeful, “Where should we meet?”

“Give me your number and I’ll set up the rest,” his voice was filled with command as he extended his phone to you. Coming from anyone else it would’ve irritated you, but somehow his cadence had you acting without a second thought, the desire to listen, to please him was overwhelming. 

You reached for his phone immediately, a satisfied expression crossing over his face as you typed in your contact. “There you go,” you smiled. “It was nice to finally meet you, Hiromi.”

“Yes, it was,” he stood from the bench, his face looking less strained than it did when you first stopped in front of him. You didn’t realize how tall he was until he was standing in front of you. His spicy, woodsy cologne mixed with his natural musk enveloping you as he tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear, his lingering hand caused your breath to hitch. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” he murmured. 

“Can’t wait,” you gazed into those tired, dark eyes, feeling like you were drowning in him. He smiled softly before heading off in the opposite direction.

SFW:

Higuruma loves to touch you! Not sexually, well yes, but not always. He loves to have your legs touching when you sit next to each other on the couch. Your hands clasped together when you walk anywhere. When he’s lost in thought, pouring over a case, he will absentmindedly stroke your arm. When you’re doing anything mundane, he loves to come behind you and snake his arms around your waist, setting his chin on your head and breathing in your scent, using you to ground himself.

He’s very attentive, he always knows what you need before you ever say anything. He’s learned all your quirks and habits, ensuring he understands everything about you. Like knowing when you’re being sassy because you’re hungry or buying you snacks the week before your period. He’s always surprising you with flowers for no particular reason or small gifts he saw and “thought of you.”

He’s very dry, his humor paired with his lack of expressions, it can be intimidating, but you know to look for his micro-expressions. When he finds something funny his lips twitch or his eyes fill with mirth. Even after a long day, his tired eyes will brighten at the sight of you. When he does laugh, it’s deep and warm, filling you with joy at the sound. His eyes crinkle at the corners, his head tips back, and if it’s really gotten to him he’ll put a hand on his stomach.

He smells amazing, so amazing. The type of scent you want to bury your face in even if you’ve smelled it a thousand times. It’s a rich, spicy, and woodsy scent, with hints of natural musk. It drives you insane how well he smells, especially when he comes home from the office. His natural musk is more potent mixed with the bottom notes of his cologne and the scent of paper.

His handwriting is either illegible notes, scribbled quickly as his thoughts fly or it’s sharp and neat when he hand writes a note for your flowers. He constantly leaves sticky notes on everything, reminders about work, notes for himself, or something stuck to the coffee maker for you to read if he had to leave for work early. 

He wears the same suit style and color everyday, he has at least ten sets lined up neatly in his closet. He takes them to the dry cleaner every Friday morning and picks them up on Saturday. Despite this, he loves to wear and collect fun ties to “switch things up” every now and then. Some of his favorite gifts from you have been a unique tie to add to his neverending collection.

When he finally sleeps, no matter if he’s sleeping lightly or like a corpse, he’ll quietly mutter laws every now and then. Sometimes his brow will even furrow, like it does when he’s working. 

A telltale sign of him being nervous is him constantly adjusting his suit cuffs, unnecessarily straightening his jacket, or adjusting his tie. It only ever happens around you, you’ve never seen him be nervous before a trial or with a client. Usually it’s before he asks you on a date or before he initiates a kiss, even if you’ve been together for years. 

He’s strong, with lean muscles, not the body building type of muscles but a sleeper build that comes in handy when he’s throwing you around in bed. He does basic body weight workouts to maintain his health, but he doesn’t enjoy weight lifting or running.

NSFW 18+ MDNI: 

His dirty talk is next level. The way just a few words can have your panties soaked or get you close to orgasm needs to be studied. He loves hearing your moans as he tells you how good you're taking his cock or how greedy your pussy is. His degradation is just enough to have you on your knees for him at any moment. 

He may be a perfect dom, ordering you around, finding the fine line between pain and pleasure, but he loves to switch. When he has a bad day at work, he loves to have you dom, shoving him into the sheets as you climb on top. One of his favorite sights is seeing you bouncing up and down on him while you use his cock for pleasure.

He cares about your pleasure more than his own. He will always make sure you come multiple times before he allows himself to. Just the thought of getting you off makes him hard and the sounds of your moans are the sounds of his dreams. He loves watching your face contort in pleasure as he works his tongue and fingers against your clit and pussy.

He knows how to use his hands and long, nimble fingers. His touch is always an intimate caress on your skin, finding every part of you that makes you writhe beneath him. His fingers always find those spots inside you that make your pussy gush around him. While he’s great with his fingers, every now and then he also enjoys improper use of a gavel. Exchanging his fingers for a gavel as he works your sensitive clit.

He loves to edge, he loves listening to the little sounds you make before you come all over his fingers, mouth, or nose. The way you squeeze his fingers, hips bucking when you’re close. He’s learned all your signs, reading you like a book as he brings you to the edge multiple times. He loves drawing out your pleasure until you explode like a bomb, your orgasms so strong it feels like your brain short circuits.

He’s a real eater, after a long, hard day at work all he can think about is shoving his face between your thighs or having you sit on his face. He knows how much you love to ride his nose, but he really loves it just as much. Your smell, taste, and the way you feel all over his face and mouth is just what he needs after work.

He likes it rough when he needs to work off some built up frustrations. Bending you over the kitchen counter while he’s slamming into you from behind. Gripping your hips tightly, slapping your ass, or pulling your hair as he fucks you silly. He loves to throw you onto the bed, pressing your knees to your chest as you take him deep and hard. 

The judge slams her gavel down, the sound like a bomb, echoing in the silent courtroom. Your eyes are trained ahead, watching, waiting with bated breath as she prepares to read the verdict. The world ceases to spin as you prepare yourself to hear the two words you know are coming. Two words that wouldn’t necessarily hurt to hear, but having to deal with the disappointed stares in the office tomorrow would be bothersome.

The word “Guilty,” falls from her mouth, firm and resounding. The sound of her voice cutting through the anxiety warring in your head.

Guilty? You think, with uncertainty. Your colleague, Jun, pats your shoulder as she stands and begins packing her paperwork away. You absentmindedly begin packing your items away, slipping them in the large bag at your feet as you think of what could have possibly brought this decision. You couldn’t believe you were successful as you thought back to the details of the entire trial. The defense provided a substantial, valid argument. While you were a powerhouse in the courtroom in your own right, truthfully, your argument had less significance, less validity given what you were working with. A simple prosecution case, but very little room to prove your stance. A few jumbled witness statements, blurry video recordings that could have been anyone, and one small previous misdemeanor for disorderly conduct which you believed ultimately tipped the scales in your favor. You were presented the case as a test to your abilities after your success since being hired fresh out of law school. You knew many of the senior lawyers believed this would be your first loss, just based on the lack of evidence alone, and you had silently agreed with them.

The sound of chains being snapped into place, snaps your eyes to the defendant. The look of pure defeat in his face cuts another slice at your already broken soul as he’s led out of the courtroom.

You may be one of the most successful new lawyers, working at one of the top prosecuting firms in the country. But the feeling of winning a case doesn’t always sit right with you. Times like this, when you believe the defendant may have been innocent, or convicted without substantial evidence, it feels like sending someone to a fate worse than death. A life in chains for a crime they may not have committed.

When you dreamed of becoming a lawyer, the reality was never this. Feeling hopeless after winning a case, feeling like losing bits of your soul, feeling like you don’t know you are anymore. You pick your bag up off the floor, heading towards the exit with Jun beside you. She’s talking about going out for a few celebration drinks after this, you quietly agree knowing the alcohol will bring the numbness you crave right now.

As you near the door, a sound of a rough sigh catches your attention, you let your gaze slide over your shoulder as you begin opening the door. You notice the defense attorney rubbing his face, you didn’t allow yourself to notice the details of his face during the trial, it’s pointless to admire anyone during a trial. But now as his hands slide down his face you see the small things you didn’t appreciate the first time. His dark thick hair, those perpetually tired eyes, and that perfect long, hooked nose with a bump in the bridge. His dark eyes slide to yours as you round the corner out of the room, all you wonder is if your own look as weary.  

Jun is listing off possible places to go, you chime in letting her know you’d be okay going anywhere convenient. She decides on a small cocktail lounge nearby, you won’t even have to change out of your suits which is preferable. You begin the short walk, your mind drifting to the defense lawyer, wondering what his name was.

“Have we faced this defense before?” You break the comfortable silence, almost startling Jun. You enjoy working cases with her, she’s kind and bubbly, but is content to be quiet. You really couldn’t ask for more in a career like this. 

“Oh, yes!” Her smile is more of a cringe, “We have a handful of times, I think we’ve beaten him every time,” she looks at you with narrowed eyes, a singular brow raised. “Why do you ask?”

“What’s his name?” You keep your voice casual, your gaze trained ahead of you.

“Hiromi Higuruma,” the corners of her mouth tilt upwards as she speaks, a knowing gleam in her eyes. “He always takes impossible cases, probably loses more than anything. I don’t mind facing him in court though, he’s so hot!”

A soft laugh escapes you, “That he is.”

“Oh my god, I knew it! You’ve never asked about anyone before, you want to climb him like a tree!” She’s giddy with excitement, bouncing up and down as you shake your head.

“I don’t even know him, I was just curious about his name,” you rub your temples as she begins poking your arm.

“I know what I’m curious about.” She leans in close to you, “I would love to know if he’s as hung as I imagine,” her voice full of mischief.

Your mouth falls open, lightly pushing her away from you, “You’re so ridiculous!”

“I’m living my truest life, thank you very much!” She says matter of factly as she crosses her arms, head tilted in a manner of superiority. “Someone like him has to be,” her voice was full of certainty.

“Someone like him?” Your curiosity causes your lips to loosen, even though you know it’s the last thing you should be entertaining right now. Speaking about other lawyers in the field was one thing, but speculating about their assets was a completely different thing.

“Physically speaking, he’s tall, I mean, did you see the size of his shoes and hands?” She was looking at you like she couldn’t even believe you needed clarification. “Personality-wise, someone who knows they’re going to lose, but trying to win anyway? Huge, I mean absolutely massive dick energy,” her hands were spread unnecessarily wide. 

You couldn’t help but choke out a laugh, approaching the door to the lounge, “Okay enough before someone hears us and we’re both fired.” 

When you step inside, you both are shown a booth near the middle of the room. The place is nice, a little smaller, dim lighting, red velvet booths. Exactly the place you needed right now.

You order a whiskey, neat leaving Jun to prattle off questions to the server about their cocktail menu. She settles on a fruity concoction that comes with dried fruit as garnish. When the drinks arrive you down yours in one go, already asking for another as Jun finishes her first sip.

“Are you good there?” She laughs, “Want to try mine?” She slides her glass over before you even answer. 

You take a sip, the sweetness a bold contrast to your drink of choice. You enjoy the fruit flavoring mixed with the alcohol, but it just doesn’t give you that burn you crave. 

You slide it back to her, “Not bad. I like the flavor, what is that?”

“Passionfruit! And don’t even think about offering me yours,” she curled her lip, “you drink like a middle aged man!” She shook her head as she laughed.

When your replenished glass was set before you, you raised it up to her, “A fact I won’t even try to deny.” She met yours halfway, clinking as she began chatting away about her recent hookup, who turned out to be the exact opposite of what he told her he was.

She was partially through telling you how he didn’t even have a bed frame, his mattress on the floor after he spent the night talking about his success at work when she abruptly stopped with a sharp intake of breath, a starstruck looking falling across her face causing you to furrow your brows.

“What, don’t tell me this guy just walked in?” You took a sip of your drink as she subtly pointed her finger towards the door.

“No, someone better,” her voice a hushed squeal of excitement. 

You craned your neck towards the door to see what could possibly be causing this reaction, only to be greeted by the sight of a tall imposing figure, dark features, and that gorgeous hooked nose. You steeled your mind, just like you did before every trial, allowing a sense of calm to blanket your senses, knowing if you gave any sort of reaction you’d never hear the end of it from Jun. 

“Jun, you’re staring,” your voice calm, steady, as plain as you could muster while your mind wandered to that fucking nose. You’d never seen someone so attractive in your life, everything about him drew you in. But his nose, it was your favorite feature by far.

“You have to go talk to Higuruma!” She was practically whining while bouncing up and down in the booth with excitement.

“Absolutely not, what would I even say to him?” You had no reason to go speak to him, if his reaction in the courtroom was any indication of it, you were the last person he wanted to speak to right now. He probably had similar reasoning to you when it came to drinking here, a few drinks to take the edge off his loss. 

“It’s a sign though! Why else would he be here?” She gripped your hand, her excitement palpable.

“Signs aren’t a thing, he’s here for the same reason we are, to have a drink,” you gestured to the two glasses on the table. Somehow yours was almost empty already, Jun’s barely a quarter gone. You flagged the server down for another, giving them your card to close the tab off.

“They are most definitely a thing. He’s here! Here of all places, it’s absolutely a sign!” She gushed, glancing between you and where you assumed he was as you downed the rest of your drink. 

“I’m saying this as a hypothetical situation where I entertain the idea of signs, you can’t deny I’m the last person he probably wants to speak to,” your solid reasoning spurred you on. “If he even wishes to speak at all, he didn’t come here with his colleague,” you pointed out. 

“You won’t know until you try, you’re already on your third glass of liquid courage what’s there to lose?” She argued, raising a brow at you as you sipped from your new glass. 

“It’ll be my last, then I’m heading home,” you shrugged. “We have work in the morning, staying out late isn’t in our best interest,” you tried to rationalize, watching as her face fell into a dramatized pout.

“Well, if you’re not going to make your move, I will,” she said with a huff. You couldn’t understand why, but a sick feeling of dread overtook you. You hadn’t even directly spoken to him before, but the thought of him with Jun, it gave you complicated feelings you didn’t want to acknowledge. 

“Go ahead,” you waved her on. You glass stuck to your lips as you watched her leave the booth, your grip turning white around the glass as she walked to where he was sitting. It took every ounce of self control to keep your gaze trained on the things and people in front of you, looking back at them would only confirm her suspicions. 

As you polished off your third and final glass, Jun plopped back in the booth, a faint smile on her face. 

“Well?” You prompted, even if you dreaded hearing her answer. 

“He was very polite, even more gorgeous up close,” she said delightfully. “I mean what I would give to sit on-”

“Sounds riveting,” you interjected before you realized you were speaking, your sharpness stunning even you. “I’ve got to head home, I’ll see you in the office,” you offered a small smile as you began slipping out of the booth.

“See you! Get home safe,” she picked up her drink and began to slide out of the booth. 

You didn’t want to wait to see which direction she went as you headed towards the exit. She enjoyed sitting at the bar and conversing with strangers in the past, but the thought that she may be going back to Higuruma, sat heavy in your stomach. 

As you walked towards the exit, your skin prickled with awareness, you let your gaze wander across the room until it landed on Higuruma, sitting in the back corner alone, nursing a whiskey neat. His gaze burned on your skin as it followed you until you left the building. 

Your thoughts were filled with him as you commuted home, was he alone because Jun hadn’t made it there yet? Was he staring because he recognized you? Then they began to take a turn, the whiskey warming your thoughts and body. You were used to having three glasses and then heading home, it was your normal. But this warm sensation burning through you at the thought of him wasn’t. Your mind drifted to Jun’s comment, about sitting, you could only imagine the things you would do with him.

Your blood was burning by the time you shut your apartment door with more force than necessary. You quickly put your things away, your mind in routine mode, before you strode into the bathroom. The warmth from the shower only fueled you as you drifted your hand down your body, imagining it was Higuruma’s hand. You started rubbing your clit, thinking about all the ways he would touch you. How he might play with your sensitive nipples while rubbing your throbbing clit, whispering dirty things in your ear as you moaned. You could feel your orgasm building quickly, your body alight just thinking about him. As you let your inhibitions go, you finally let yourself imagine his mouth on your drenched cunt, his nose rubbing against your throbbing clit. You came with a startled cry, your orgasm racing through your body as you rode out your pleasure. When you could no longer take it, you removed your fingers, letting the shower wash away any evidence of what you’d just done. Maybe you should’ve spoken to him tonight, you thought as you let your head fall back against the shower wall.