𝔈𝔠𝔩𝔦𝔭𝔰𝔦🦇

𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐋𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲

𝘾𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙜𝙚! 𝙃𝙞𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙞 𝙃𝙞𝙜𝙪𝙧𝙪𝙢𝙖 𝙭 𝙛𝙚𝙢! 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: After a long week of clinicals in the hospital, you’re studying for your next exam. Unintentionally, you’ve been ignoring your boyfriend, Hiromi. He has a lot to say about it when he finds you in the library late at night. ✰𝗦𝗺𝘂𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴.ᐟ 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘, 𝚎𝚡𝚑𝚒𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚖, 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚎.

⋆ Might be a prequel to 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐭

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It felt like the longest week of your life. 12 hour clinical rotations at the cardiovascular ICU, three days back to back sandwiched between two double period classes on Monday and Friday. Naturally you were exhausted, but that didn’t stop you from dragging yourself to the library to study for midterms. You’d been locked in a study room for hours now, your reservation of the room being the only thing that gave you the willpower to go after eating at the dining hall.

Throughout this week, you seemed to forget you had a boyfriend. A year your senior and a criminal law student, you met Hiromi in this very library a little over a year ago. He’d been busy himself, organizing mock trials for other students in his major and interning at a nearby firm certain days after class. But law itself came easy to him, he was a prodigy at the top of his class. This meant he didn’t study as much, he had more time for you than before. But as fate would have it, you now had less time for him.

With your phone on Do Not Disturb, you didn’t even realize he’d been blowing it up. 14 missed calls and 9 texts. You were supposed to meet with him at the dining hall to eat together. Clearly you forgot since you ate early to be able to go to the library. Hiromi wasn’t worried, just annoyed. This wasn’t the first time you’ve blown him off since the semester started. He thought that you’d have more time with each other now that he entered his senior year, most of his academic hours were geared towards interning and prepping for the Bar Exam. He didn’t realize that your junior year meant more clinical hours as you prepped for residency.

He went to your dorm first, assuming he’d find you passed out on the bed or the couch but it had been vacant. He then checked your Instagram, looking to see if you had gone somewhere to hang out without telling him. Also not the first time he’d find out you’d ditched him via your story, but alas it says you haven’t been active in over 24 hours. Hiromi knew exactly where you were now, his feet carrying him to the library. The large modern building brightly lit but nearly empty, as to be expected at 11:30 at night. You weren’t by the white boards, nor were you by the computers. You must have reserved a study room, seeking out silence in the already quiet space.

Taking the elevator up one floor, Hiromi made his way to Study Room 212—the one you always reserved when you went together. The door doesn’t creak when he pushed it open, seeing you near laying on the table as you wrote in your notebook, looking up at your laptop.

“Seems you’re neglecting me for your studies.” Hiromi whispered as he entered fully, locking the door behind him. You nearly jumped out of your skin.

“Hiro!” You looked at him, sitting up quickly. “What are you doing here?”

“Hunting you down. I’ve called and texted several times, we were supposed to meet at the dining hall at 9.” He crossed his arms. You glanced at your laptop to check the date.

“Shit, you didn’t have to intern today.” You remembered with a sigh. He stalked closer to you, looking down from where he stood.

“You’ve been ignoring me all week, Y/n.” He spoke in a low tone. “Either take your phone off DND or add the emergency bypass to my contact.” He reached for your phone, unlocking it to show you how much he spammed you.

“I can’t have you blowing up my phone when I’m busy.” You muttered, as much as you wanted him to be able to contact you, he would always send several text when you couldn’t answer, calling when you didn’t respond to those either. He stood behind you, leaning down to whisper in your ear.

“I won’t blow you up, love. I just want to be able to reach you. Unless you prefer I show up? Share your location.” He kissed your cheek. Both options were bad, but giving him the emergency bypass was better than him showing up at the hospital during your clinical hours. You opened your contact settings and changed it for him. “Thank you, sweetheart. Why don’t you give your brain a break from all this studying?” His lips moved to your neck, just below your ear. His hands around the as they dipped into your top, toying with your chest.

“Hiro, we’re in the library…” You whisper despite leaning into his touch.

“That just means you have to be quiet. You can do that, can’t you?” He’s already spinning your chair towards him. “Don’t you think I deserve your attention now? It’s only fair.” He kneeled in front of your chair, kissing your lips hungrily. Your hands on his shoulder pulled him closer, his torso between your legs as he was already tenting in his pants. You moved one hand to his collar, tugging on the sweater that he wore over a button up. He pulled it off and you undid the button up slightly before he brought your hand to where he needed you. His bulge was hard and thick under your palm. Unbuttoning his trousers, you pulled him out of his boxers, stroking the heavy length slowly. He groaned against your lips as you gripped him harder. “Angel, please…” he pulled away from your lips and stood up.

Leaned back against the wall, the tip of his cock felt your tongue swirl around it. Hiromi bit his lip to contain himself, hand in your hair as you took more of him into your mouth. “Shit, look at me.” He tugged your hair slightly. You looked up at him as you sucked languidly. His hand guided you, pulling your mouth onto him. Hips bucking when you hollowed your cheeks, he started to face fuck you. Hiromi held your hair tightly when he felt your throat close around his tip, it felt too good. He pulled you off of him and stood you up. A sloppy kiss ensued as his hand sneaked under your skirt, moving your panties aside as his fingers teased your folds. You moaned into the kiss, louder than intended. He pushed you up against the wall and lifted your skirt up. Looking down at your sopping cunt from behind you. “You have to be quiet, okay?” He whispered before kissing your shoulder.

He slipped into you, cushy walls welcoming him home as you both breathe out heavily. He moved slow at first, hand on your hips as your ass slapped against his pelvis. Then he picked up the pace, his hands bruising your hips as he restrained himself. You tried your best to keep quiet but it wasn’t good enough. A moan escaping when he tilted his hips to aim upwards. Hiromi clamped a hand over your mouth. “Too loud, you want someone to catch us, pretty girl?” His voice rumbled in your ear. Your walls clenched around him. “Oh you do? You like the idea of someone watching me take you in the library like a slut?” His head fell onto your shoulder. “Be a good girl and keep quiet.” He removed his hand from your mouth only for it to find your bundle of nerves, circling it as he pounded into you from behind.

Your hands clawed at the wall, biting your lip and squeezing your eyes shut to not make a sound. Your own walls clenched around him relentlessly as you got close, the feeling making Hiromi bite into your shoulder to stifle his groan. His thrust became erratic, two fingers abusing your clit as he forced you to cum first. His other hand left your hip to clamp your mouth shut again, knowing you’d moan out. You were pushed flat against the wall now. He moaned quiet and low as he pumped hot ropes into your core. He held you against the wall for a moment before slipping out of your used heat and pulling your panties back into place, letting the soiled fabric hold his cum as it leaked out of your hole.

“Now I gotta go change.” You said exasperated as your underwear felt uncomfortable against you.

“If you met me at the dining hall like you were supposed to, we would’ve done this in a bed.” Hiromi smirked.

“I had to study.” You shot back as you moved to pack up your stuff. Your legs were weak, making your gait unstable.

“I know, pretty girl.” He smiled at your struggle before deciding to help you. Packing your belongings into your backpack and slinging it over his shoulder. “Come on, my dorm is closer.” His arm wrapped around your waist as you hobbled out of the library. The few students still left at that hour glancing at the two of you as you left. You knew you couldn’t show your face there for the next week. But you also knew that wouldn’t be the last time you stumbled out of the library together.

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𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞... 𝐏𝐭.𝟐

𝙃𝙞𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙞 𝙃𝙞𝙜𝙪𝙧𝙪𝙢𝙖 𝙭 𝙛𝙚𝙢! 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: You and Higuruma went to the same high school. Now that a decade has passed, would you recognized him if your paths crossed?

✰ 𝗦𝗺𝘂𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴.ᐟ 𝘤𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘴, 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘮, 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘦, 𝘴𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘶𝘮 𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘵 ⋆

⤹Part 1 ⤸

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You found yourself leaned back against Hiromi’s kitchen counter as he stood across from you, leaned against the island.

“Would it be wise to offer you a glass of wine?” He jested.

“No, but I’ll accept regardless.” You smile and he’s already reaching for two wine glasses. Looking around his place, it’s exactly what you expected it to look like— minimal but relatively modern. You turned around to look out the window, it was high enough to get a decent view of the city, the lights looked pretty from up here. You turned back towards him just as he finished pouring the chilled red wine. “Thank you.” You smiled, unable to ignore the way he watched as you took a sip. He raised an eyebrow. “It’s good.” You confirmed, realizing he was waiting for your opinion.

“Not as good as one fresh from Napa, I take it?” He responded, it was your turn to raise an eyebrow.

“You knew I went to California?” You tilted your head.

“You studied at UC Berkeley.” He stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, guiding you to sit with him on his couch. Now you were bewildered, you never told anyone where you ran off to after high school and sure a few people found out later that you left the country but you never thought Hiromi would know your Alma Mater.

“Are you a lawyer or a private investigator?” You laughed hesitantly. “You were ahead of me, no?”

“Two years ahead of you, yes. By the time you were in your second year of university, I was looking for internships. Instead, I did a semester abroad, at Berkeley. I was told that one of my juniors was somewhere around campus. When I realized it was you, I assumed you went through all that hassle to be left alone.” He sipped his wine as though he didn’t just drop a bombshell.

“We attended the same college for an entire semester and you said nothing?” You tilted your glass at him accusingly.

“You moved for the distance and autonomy. I respected that, as well as your seemingly questionable boyfriend at the time. It would be strange for me to contact you when we weren’t close in high school.” He shrugged. You stilled at the mention of a boyfriend, remembering how that ended and how you wound up here on Hiromi’s couch, why you were here. You cleared your throat and took a big gulp from your glass.

“You recognized me immediately, tonight that is.” You stated, it was a fact. One you’re now coming to terms with as you realized he had been close enough to never actually forget you.

“I recognized you as soon as I walked in.” He confirmed. “I sat at the bar to put myself in your line of sight, I could tell what your intentions were. The way you were looking around at everyone, like a predator looking for prey.” He sat his glass down on the coffee table and turned to you. “We were the youngest people in that bar. It’s not the place for you to traipse around. Playing predator when you’re at the bottom of the food chain.”

“So what, you were trying to save me? How sweet.” You laughed, taking another sip. As much as he seems to know about you, he was clearly unaware of your interest. As you pulled the glass away from your lips, he took it from you. He’s closer than he was when you originally brought it to your mouth, he set it down next to his own.

“No.” His hand tilted your chin up, forcing you to hold his gaze. “I was trying to be selfish.” He leaned in, kissing you with unbridled want. Taken by surprise, your eyes widened before fluttering closed as you pulled him closer. His arms snaked around your waist as he pulled you onto his lap. Both of you sighing into the kiss as you settled with your legs on either side of him. Hiromi’s hand cradled the back of your head as his tongue slid into your mouth, tightening around your hair as you sucked his tongue softly and he let out a low rumble.

Your hands tugged at his tie before you loosened it just enough to get to the buttons of his shirt. Pulling back for air, he chucked his tie and shrugged off his shirt before going back in. His hands wandered to your ass, giving it a light squeeze before pulling you impossibly closer. Your hips rocked gently. He groaned into your mouth as he held you down against the hardening bulge in his pants. Wrapping his arms around you, Hiromi stood and began to walk towards his bedroom. Kicking the door open, he laid you onto the bed before climbing over you.

He pulled away to pepper kisses down your neck as his warm hands slid under your top. He pulled your top over your head and cursed as his gaze fell on your chest, squeezing you softly through your bra. Kissing from your collarbone to the swell of your breast, Hiromi unclasped your bra blindly. His hands quickly cupped them as they fell, one hand playing with one as his mouth teased the other. Light kisses and tongue circling your areola before he finally took the peak into his mouth, sucking softly. You moaned quietly as you held his head to your chest, he pulls away only to switch and give equal attention to the other breast.

“So beautiful…” he murmured as he kissed down your abdomen. Looking up for approval, his fingers dipped into your pants, tugging them down and leaving you only in your panties. He sat up to admire the view, thumb teasingly grazing over the wet spot that only spread. Your breath hitched as he leaned forward and kissed the spot, his tongue darting out to taste the fabric. He slowly pulled down the underwear, kissing each new inch of exposed skin. Just when his lips were going to reach where you wanted them most, he pull away to full remove your panties.

Laying stomach down between your legs, he spread your thighs and pushed them back slightly, fully opening you to him. “Look away and I’ll stop.” He murmured as he hold eye contact with you. Without breaking it, he parted your folds with his tongue. The taste of you made him groan, the vibrations reverberating through you. You struggled to hold his gaze, the feeling of his tongue fucking you slowly made you grip his sheets. “You can touch me.” He spoke briefly. When you made no move to do so, he swirled his tongue around your bundle of nerves, sucking it into his mouth.

“Oh god,” you gasped and your fingers immediately pulled his hair,bringing him deeper into you. He pinned your legs further back, lapping at your core feverishly as his nose put a delicious amount of pressure on your clit. Your hips bucked as you got close. You tried to pull him away but he was adamant.

“I want to taste you.” He spoke into you, one of his hands slid up to caress your breast as his tongue brought you to your climax. Holding your legs in place, he drank you in, only stopping when you began to shake. Satiated, he pulled away while licking his lips. You immediately pulled him into a kiss, not caring about your taste on his lips. Your hands unbuttoned his pants, tugging them down the best you could. He pulled away from the kiss to tug his pants and boxers off in one go. Your eyes widened as his length stood proud and tall. Never in a million years would you have thought the quiet high school prodigy was so well endowed. He smiled slightly and pats your thigh. “I’ll go slow.” He reassured you.

Lying back with your hair sprawled against the pillows, he hovered over you. His manhood jumping with lust as the tip nears your entrance. Hiromi kissed you softly this time, an attempt to comfort you as the bulbous head bullies its way through your entrance, stretching you.

“Breathe, sweetheart. Let me in.” He whispered, trailing kisses from your lips, to your cheek, and around your ear. You take a deep breath and he pushes in further, thumb circling your clit lightly to relax you. “That’s it…” he moaned and he bottoms out. He inspected your face, making sure you’re ok.

“Please, move..” you begged and he doesn’t hesitate. A chorus of moans flow out of both of you as he thrusts into you. “Fuck..” Hiromi sat back on his haunches as he pulled you closer. Using his hands on your waist, he slid you on and off of his cock.

“Look at you, taking me so well.” He groaned as he leans forward again, hitting deeper. You tilted your head back, baring your neck to him. Immediately, his hand moved to your throat. “Hmm? You want me to choke you, pretty girl?” You nodded your head quickly. He squeezed lightly and you moaned, he could feel the vibration of the sound against his hand. He squeezed a little harder and your eyes rolled back, he could feel you clenching around him, choking his dick in return. He groaned, “Keep squeezing me like that and I won’t last.” Maneuvering you into a mating press, his thrust quicken, hits that spot.

“Hiromi, right there! Please don’t stop.” You gripped him, holding onto anything you could— his back, his shoulder, his neck.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, angel.” He said but it came out rough. It was obvious that he was nearing his peak, but not before you unraveled beautifully beneath him. The pulsing of your gummy walls milking the cum straight out of him. He fucked through both of your orgasms before collapsing on top of you. After catching his breath, he pulled out. The sticky white liquid leaking out as he settled in the bed next to you, he laid on his back but his head was turned in your direction, admiring your profile as your eyes were momentarily closed. Feeling his gaze, you turned to look at him.

“I hope you know you may have just ruined me for all other men.” You chuckled. He laughed, truly laughed.

“That was entirely my intention.” He pulled you into him. “But this isn’t just a hookup. I would like to pursue you properly.” He mumbled into your hair.

“You want to date me?” You question, the concept almost sounding foreign now.

“Yes. I’ve gathered that you might not have had the best experience, so I understand your hesitance. But I ask that you take a chance anyway, let me prove that I can be better than whatever imbecile that failed you before.” He shifted back, looking at you properly. You took a moment, thinking about the events of tonight. Not just how it ended, but the prior banter, the chemistry even back at the bar.

“Yeah, okay.” You nodded. He smiled slightly, but the real delight laid in his eyes, so expressive for a face that didn’t tell otherwise. You tucked yourself into him and you felt his lips slightly meet your forehead. Closing your eyes, you feel content. No longer chasing, just staying.

𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐭

𝙃𝙞𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙞 𝙃𝙞𝙜𝙪𝙧𝙪𝙢𝙖 𝙭 𝙛𝙚𝙢! 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: Seeing your college ex boyfriend again didn’t turn out the way you expected. ✰𝗦𝗺𝘂𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 .ᐟ

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It wasn’t even a reunion, those are for high school. You weren’t even the same major. Criminal law and medicine couldn’t be more different. Yet some twisted mind decided it would be a good idea to throw a big party for the alumni who graduated from the university a decade ago.

You didn’t even want to go, well aware that the sole purpose of this event was to boast about your accomplishments. Those in your cohort would bring their husbands, showing off their flashy wedding rings. But your best friend, the sole survivor of your college friend group, refused to let you stay home.

She didn’t give details about why she was so eager for your attendance, just claimed you wouldn’t want to miss it for the world.

Then you saw him, Hiromi Higuruma. Genius attorney and disfavored ex boyfriend.

To say things didn’t end well would be an understatement. No one knows how you two came across each other with the law and medicine buildings being on opposite sides of campus, perhaps your paths crossed in the library. Regardless, it felt like polar forces drew you in. One almost never had time for the other, each major being its own kind of demanding. Nevertheless, the two of you made it work… until it worked no longer.

Countless arguments, petty insults, irrational behaviors. All swept under the rug as you fucked your anger out in one of your dorms. After the third time, you knew it was toxic, thought it was better to take a break until you both had time for each other. Safe to say that notion pissed him off. When you argued, he never raised his voice. Yet he always knew just what to say to make it hurt, make it crash rather than land. And that day, it crashed like a meteor on fire.

That’s why he looked at you the way he did tonight. Rooted in place, downturned eyes piercing through you from across the room. He still remembered how angry you looked that day, how angry he felt. You had the audacity to curse him out, block him on everything, and walk out of his life. He couldn’t let you go now, not when he’s been waiting. All this time, letting you think you had the last word.

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“Ten years and you look exactly the same.” He muttered against your lips, kicking a basketball behind him towards the other wall of the gymnasium storage closet. He couldn’t be bothered turning the light on, focused on locking the door and pushing you against the wall.

“Wish I could say the same for you.” You murmured back, moaning as he bit your bottom lip in retaliation. His lips trailed down to your neck, leaving heated kisses in their wake as his hands groped your chest through the satin dress you wore. Your arms hung on his shoulders, feeling natural and nostalgic. “Ah!” You gasped as he bit your neck, sucking the area to leave a mark. Claiming what he has no right to. “Still so petty.” You teased as he pushed you harder against the wall, shutting you up with a searing kiss.

“Should’ve joined me as a lawyer with that smart mouth of yours.” He said lowly as he hiked your dress up.

“Why, so you could get paid to be conniving and argue with me all day?” You shot back with a smirk. He rolled his eyes.

“Always have a comeback, don’t you?” He skipped the pleasantries, pulling your underwear to the side and plunging two fingers into your core. Watching as your mouth falls and a soft moan leaves your lips. “You’re soaked, all this for me?” He smirked, not wasting time as he slips them in and out. His thumb circling your clit as you grip his arm for stability. “Can’t answer, huh?”

“Fuck you…” you said breathily, your defiant nature still shining through.

“Don’t worry, you will.” He removes his fingers from your heat. You don’t miss the way he sucked them clean quickly as he kneeled and fully pulled your underwear off, bunching your short dress up at your hips as he exposed you to him. He breathed out, hot air hitting you before an agonizingly slow lick up your slit. You bit your lip as not to moan, refusing to give him the satisfaction. But he saw it, his big dark eyes watching your slightest reaction— because he knew better than to expect you to let him know how good it feels, how much you want more.

He gave another slow lick, tongue flattening as it reaches the top and your knees lock up. Nudging your legs wider, he sucked your clit into his mouth. “Shit…” your fingers immediately laced themselves in his hair, he chuckles. “Don’t be a tease, Hiromi.” Hearing you call him by his given name after so long gave him drive. Hooking one of your legs over his shoulder, he dove in properly. Devouring you like a man starved, like he’d been waiting years to taste you again. Hiromi’s tongue probed into your core while the bridge of his nose rubs against your bud. You couldn’t help but rock slightly against his mouth, grinding against the hook of his nose. He groaned into you as you tug his hair, needed him closer as you get close yourself. A whine escaped you as he pulls away.

“If you’re cumming, it’s going to be around my dick.” He rose to his feet and began to unbuckle his pants. Impatiently, you yanked his fly down and dipped your fingers under the waistband of his boxers. Pulling them down, his erection sprang free. Aching and nearly red as it stood upright against his stomach. He hooked his hands under your thighs, pulling your legs around his waist as he held you up against the wall. For a moment it was quiet, the music blasting in the gym sounds distant from the storage closet. Both of you held your breath until he sank himself into your plush walls. He let out a low groan, almost strangled. “Fuck, you’re squeezing me.” He pushed through despite the resistance. “Been a while, huh sweetheart?” He joked.

But it really has been a while. In fact, you couldn’t even remember the last time you actually had sex. You realize he was the last time. You let 10 years go by and didn’t bother getting laid. He could tell, of course he could. He kissed you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth as the taste of you lingers on it. He thrusted his hips, pulling back to look at your face as he drilled into you. “Look at you. I’ve dreamed of seeing you like this again, angel.” He flipped the positioning of his hand so he could pin your thigh back, changing the angle to hit deeper.

“Hiro… please.” You moaned out. He groaned as he pressed his body against yours. His head tucked into your neck as he left marks to contain his own moans.

“You can’t just call me that… you’re gonna be the death of me.” He drilled into you relentlessly, the old nickname stirring his heart and making his dick twitch. Hiromi was on the edge of ruin. One of his hands slipped between your bodies, putting pressure on your clit as you clenched around him. You were right there and he was right there with you. “Say it again…” his voice came out hoarse.

“Hiro, I’m gonna cum,” Your nails dug into his back through his dress shirt.

“Go ahead, pretty girl. Make a mess for me.” The combination of his finger rubbing your clit and his dick hitting that spongy spot was more than enough to send you hurdling over the edge. A moan of his name escaped you as your walls spasmed around him. The feeling tipped him over and Hiromi spilled into you. Groans turned into moans and moans became weak as he rutted through both of your highs, prolonging them until they neared overstimulation. Finally his hips stilled and you both caught your breath. “I missed you, I haven’t touched anyone since you left.” He admitted quietly, his forehead resting against yours.

“You missed this,” You corrected. “Because you haven’t touched anyone since I left.” He scoffed, leaning back to look at you.

“I meant what I fucking said. Don’t twist my words.” He sighed. “I missed you. You may have left me physically but you stayed with me in my mind. I haven’t even looked at another person in ten years. All I wanted was you.”

“Hiromi…” You started but he cut you off.

“I love you. Not I think I love you, not I love this. I love you. I have since then.” He held you still, looking into your eyes. You held his gaze, your hand coming up to his face.

“I love you too.” You smiled, he broke out into a grin, one you hadn’t seen since all those years ago.

“Good, because I’m not letting you walk away this time. I already pocketed your panties.” He chuckled as you smacked him playfully.

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𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: You and Higuruma went to the same high school. Now that a decade has passed, would you recognized him if your paths crossed?

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You barely remember high school. It’s not that you weren’t there— because you were, but it was just so long ago. You no longer speak to any of your former classmates, in fact, you moved abroad immediately after graduation to go to some foreign university. But now you’re back.

After being gone for so long, it feels like everything and nothing has changed. You certainly have changed though. The extroverted girl, who always had something to say, was quieter now. Still fiery but weary, worn down by rigorous academics and tumultuous relationships. You’ve sworn off all men, labeling yourself as emotionally unavailable to maintain your sanity.

Well, you’ve sworn off dating all men. Sex is an innate desire, in all its carnality.

That’s how you found yourself here. Sitting in the corner of a dim lit bar, three lemon drops deep and looking for the lucky soul who was going to take you home tonight. You felt as though you were too old for the club, or at least the men you wanted to fuck were. The candidate pool wasn’t looking particularly promising until he walked in.

A black suit, tie— green maybe? It was too dim to tell, but what you could tell is that those hangdog eyes and that dark head of hair were exactly what you needed tonight. You downed your drink, the alcohol being the only way your extroversion could find its way back, call it liquid courage. Watching him as he settled himself at the bar, leaning forward with his hands laced over his mouth. For a moment, you reconsidered; the man looked like he had come to decompress after a long day. But as the liquor settled in your stomach, you found yourself walking towards the bar.

You perched yourself one seat over, still lacking the gall to plop directly next to him. Waving the bartender over, you ordered your fourth drink of the night. The man glanced at you, it was a nanosecond longer than something brief or fleeting, so you looked back at him. He truly did look tired, exhausted in an attractive way.

“Rough day?” You said softly, felt more like a statement despite the question in your tone. He stilled almost imperceptibly before his shoulders visibly slumped.

“I suppose. Then most days would be considered rough.” He replied, his voice low and smooth like satin. As he lowered his hands away from his face, you saw that aquiline nose up close, admiring it for a moment.

“Most days, huh? Guess your stress is work related?” You tilted your head.

“A wise assumption.” The bartender saw you conversing and placed your drink between the both of you. Directly in front of the stool that you left unoccupied, you remind myself to leave a heavy tip later as you slid over into that seat. He glanced between the full glass and your face before taking a sip of his whiskey.

“Are you drinking that straight?” You almost grimaced. The corner of his mouth turned up slightly, amused with my disdain.

“Neat. Like you inferred, rough day.” You could hear the humor despite the fact that he was correcting your terminology.

“Sorry, I’m not versed in mixology lingo.” You rolled your eyes with a laugh as you leaned closer.

“Word choice is crucial in my profession.” He stated plainly.

“What are you, an author or a lawyer?” You raise an eyebrow. His lip quirks again.

“The latter. And you? Are you an architect?” He asks. Your head whips back around to look at him, your laugh halted instantly.

“How did you…” He smiles slightly. “You know, you vaguely remind me of someone.” You say as you narrow your eyes at him.

“Is that so?” He tilts forward, making his irises move upward slightly. An image flashes in your mind, a quiet boy, maybe a year or two ahead of you. He sat at a computer in a library, looking up at you almost the same way. It clicks.

“You went to my high school.” Your mouth hangs agape slightly.

“I suppose I kept to myself too much to be considered memorable, L/n.” He takes another sip of his whiskey, larger this time.

“No, no. I just barely remember high school as a whole.” You laughed honestly. “We had a class together right? It was.. um..” You snap your fingers trying to remember.

“Internship. Less of a class, more of a free period to run errands for the teachers.” He jogged your memory.

“Right! You were always in the library when I came to use the printer.” You nod vigorously as you see it in your mind.

“I was assigned to the librarian. She never needed anything so I read and looked at court trials the whole period. You always came in to print your design plans. If I remember correctly, you were assigned to the art teacher.” He finishes his glass. Your face flushes, embarrassed that you didn’t recognize him, even more so since you couldn’t remember his name.

“Well, nice to meet you, again. I’m Y/n L/n.” You stick your hand out towards him. He takes it, large hand radiating warmth as it comes in contact with your own, cold like a corpse.

“Likewise, Hiromi Higuruma.” His name rings a bell, the last piece of the puzzle that is your faded memory.

“Hiromi…” you repeat softly, testing it out. You look at him properly now, he doesn’t look incredibly different at all. His hair is nearly the same, that nose of his surely hasn’t changed. His eyes maybe, minimal emotion in them— dry and aged like a fine wine. You’ve been staring for too long, he clears his throat as he realizes you’re checking him out.

“You want to get out of here?” The words come out of your mouth before you register them. His eyes widen slightly, the straightforwardness catching him off guard.

“You always were so forward even then.” He smirks. Waving over the bartender, he pays his tab and your own before standing. Words aren’t required as you rise yourself and follow him out of the bar.

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