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nerdjo’s high maintenance gf is his prettiest distraction !
I. DISTRACTION #1: NO KISSING IN THE LECTURE HALLS !
time: 8:46 am location: Curtis Lecture Hall I (CLH-I)
gojo satoru is typing one handed because his other hand is pressed between your thighs.
not that he minds. 8AM thursday means excel sheets & a cup of hot coffee to keep his bleary eyes open. gojo satoru is trying—trying to focus, but his pretty girl is talking a mile a minute and he’ll be damned if he didn’t reply to your every word.
“it was so hard getting out of bed today, toru,” you pout up at him, chin on his shoulder & gloss sticky on his sleeve. “i told kento to stop by and wake me up on his way to class. can you believe he didn’t?”
“i’m very proud of you for getting out of bed regardless.”
“thank you. it was very hard.”
you sigh against his shoulder. “he’s probably still mad i cussed him out,” you huff, reaching up to twirl the hairs on his nape. “all because i put him on cherry crush and he tried to act like he discovered it first.”
satoru’s eyes are still on his screen, so you squeeze his palm between your thighs to bring him back to you. “he’s so petty, toru.”
“very petty, baby.”
how gojo makes love vs how he fucks cw: nsfw
gentle!gojo takes his time with you. he worships you from head to toe, trailing kisses down your body. he traces your scars and asks you how you got them. he whispers softly to you: "you're beautiful" and "my pretty girl" until you turn away in embarrassment.
gentle!gojo loosens you up before slipping it in, using his fingers and his tongue to stretch you out. he's sure to make you come at least twice before he's satisfied. your pleasure was his pleasure.
gentle!gojo lovesss missionary because he can watch your face twist in pleasure as you take him. he showers you with praises to keep you going and checks in to make sure you're doing okay. he buries his face in your neck and breathes you in. you smell like sex and your sweet vanilla perfume, his absolute favorite.
gentle!gojo also gets pussy drunk. he presses kisses into your thigh and talks to your pussy. "so pretty, so soaked, just for me? what did i do to deserve all this," he slurs before nuzzling his head deeper in between your thighs.
gentle!gojo understands the importance of aftercare. he runs you a warm bath, lights your favorite candles, and holds you close to his chest. pressing his lips closely to your ear, he tells you how good you did for him and how proud of you he is. he thanks you for trusting him enough to have you like that.
on the other hand..
rough!gojo will fuck the attitude out of you if he has to. he pins your hands up and makes you take everything he gives you. "you done?" he asks, fingers tilting your chin back up when you tried to look away. if you dare to not reply, he snaps his hips against yours and taunt you. "what happened baby? you had a lot to say earlier."
rough!gojo uses you as an outlet to take all his anger out. he pounds into you at a relentless pace, gripping you so hard it was sure to leave marks in the morning.
rough!gojo is the jealous type. he goes real quiet when he’s jealous, keeping a firm hand at your lower back possessively if a guy even looked in your direction the wrong way. the second you got home, he reminds you exactly who you belonged to.
rough!gojo degrades you in bed. he swears calling you a filthy slut or a dirty whore got you even wetter. he chuckles when you clench around him each time he whispered those words in your ear, balls slapping against your ass with each thrust, hitting that sweet spot deep inside.
rough!gojo loves to edge you. he brings you so close to the edge you could practically taste it, before pulling out randomly. "'toru," you whine. "please," you hiccup, tears forming in your eyes as you realize just how close you were. "i need to co—"
slamming back into you, he smirks as you yelp in response. "i tell you when you get to come. lemme hear baby, let go for me. for real this time."
rough!gojo has the stamina of a horse. he can go multiple rounds with little to no breaks. all he needs is to feel is you cunt fluttering around him and he flips you over onto your stomach, prepared to go again and again and again.
both sides of the same coin! been a minute since i've posted smut 🤔
۫𓂅 ⵌ . . . 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐃𝐕𝐀 ! ⠀⠀ ࣪ ⸝⸝ ⠀
in which nerdjo is down bad for you, so the frat!jjk men teach him how to pull you using ‘alpha male’ techniques ! will he succeed in acting like a playboy to win your heart ?
cast: nerdjo (‘toru’ gojo) + frat! jjk men (‘sigma-chi’) : fratjo (‘sato’ gojo) ◞ geto ◞ toji ◞ sukuna ◞ nanami 𓏲 art gallery here !
PLAYBOY TACTICS #1: GET YOUR MONEY UP !
taught by: toji zenin
“trying to win y/n over with only a hundred bucks to your name? yeah try again friend.”
⎚-⎚
toji zenin is black coffee breath, borrowed birkenstocks & a bank account filled with student loan refunds. but when he opens toru’s scotiabank account & finds it filled with less than a thousand dollars, his lips contort in disgust.
“no funds, no game, no bitches,” toji clicks his tongue. “you just a bum.”
“don’t you have a baby mama and kid you can barely support?”
“silence.”
toru gojo has messy blanche hair & candy pink nose & acid pooling in the jugular. tonight he’s got a date with the girl he swears is the love of his life & the pressure pokes at him like a cracked rib.
toji leans heavy on toru’s sheets. “i’m gonna ignore that comment. let’s focus on how you’re a gojo and have only a hundred bucks in your chequing account.”
toru’s cheeks flush. “i keep my money in my savings…they’re for textbooks.”
he doesn’t mention how every penny that’s not in his savings ends up in sato’s betting app. damn yumeko jabami wannabe-ass twin.
but toji doesn’t question it, so he doesn’t tell. instead he tosses the cell back at toru, arms crossed behind his head as he makes himself comfortable on his bed,
“textbooks don’t get you laid, friend. listen,” toji licks his canines. “i’m gonna give you three simple rules. follow ‘em or get dumped.”
RULE #1 : NONCHALANCE. ALWAYS.
˖ ࣪ 𑣲 ❤︎ 𝓗.𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐄 𝐇𝐘𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐃!𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 𓂃 ⊹ fucks his rider in his stable with his huge horsecock
♡. your record-breaking horse is upset with you after you both lose the championships. so he takes it out on your pussy :: hybrid!au :: smut :: rough sex :: p in v :: size difference :: choking :: dirty talk :: marathon sex :: creampie :: overstimulation :: rider!reader :: horsecock. . .
"F-Fuck— hnghhah, toru slow dowwwnnn."
"You promised. Promised— promised me we'd. Fuck, you promised me we'd win!"
Large hands doubled a nasty choke on your throat. Crushing you down into a bundle of hay while his hips clamour into yours. Skin slapping skin. His flesh bruising yours. A filthy, messy web of cum and cream stringing between your shaky thighs. Drenching his long, silky white tail that limped over your leg.
Everyone said your horse was special. Strong. Fast. You gave him a name that meant enlightenment. Gojo Satoru.
But no one knew exactly what he was.
The equestrian world sung praises to your name. The most beloved jockey of the century. Leaving competitors choking up dust under Satoru's fast hooves.
Not this time, though.
A mishap. A miscalculation. Maybe you both got too cocky. Maybe you shouldn't have promised him something you couldn't guarantee.
Now, you were dealing with the monster you created. Your loyal steed. Your overly competitive horse hybrid.
Pinning you down in his lavish stable you built just for him. Hay poking at your soft flesh as his big hands hold you down. Wrapped tight around your neck. As he shows you just how strong and fast of a stallion he truly is.
Everyone talked about a horse's speed.
A horse's reliance.
Elegance.
But no one. Absolutely no one. Talked about just how good horse cock could stretch out your poor pussy.
White riding gloves still on as one hand digs into his hulking shoulder and the other fists the hay. Your riding gear strewn across the stable floor. He'd ripped off whatever he could. Left you vulnerable for him. The one he trusted most— now split open and crying on his cock that smothers you in bursts of creamy cum.
"You— you promised—" Satoru huffs above you. Jaw set tight and horse ears pinned down in his snowy hair. Agitated. As his hooves dig into the floors and he hunches over you. Smacking! his brutal hips into you meaner.
"You promised. You said— said we'd win. Said we'd always— win!"
"Sorry, 'm sorry. Oh fuck toru." You croak, throat bobbing against his palms as your teary eyes meet his wild ones. The bit piece is strung around his neck now. Messy in his saliva. Messy like the rest of him.
His cock grinds deep. Suffocated into every sweetspot. Every nook and cranny. Pressed tight on your spasming cervix. He can't even fit it all in. Some inches left to soak up your spilling juices and pulse thick, heavy veins at his base.
He's stretching you out. Splitting you open. Spilling his frothy cum again and again. Penance for your lies. For riling him up.
"I— I hate you," his ragged voice cracks above you. Pounds pummelling your squelching pussy as his movements blur. A frenzy of heat and feralness as he takes his anger out on your warm, clenching walls.
"Hate you, hate you s'much. Hate. . ." Tears prick at his eyes. He hiccups and slumps his head onto your forehead. Drowning in your crossing eyes as his thrusts turn shallow. Mean, nasty smacks that jolt your body.
His hands flex round your throat. Then one slips down. Splays over your tummy and presses down on the bulge he leaves behind.
"Mngh, fuck. It feels s'good. Why does it feel so good when I'm mad at you?" His voice husks.
Both of your hands slipped up. Burying into his fluffy hair. Tugging hard like you would the reins. Your hiss cut into his hair.
"Mad at me? You could have been faster," you quivered.
Slam!
Your cry chokes out into a pitiful gurgle. His blunt teeth dig into your shoulder. Hard.
Hips ramming at lightning speed. Heavy balls harassing your folds with soaked, filthy slaps. Strong pelvis meshing with your clit and spasming you into several-stimulated orgasms all at once.
"This fast enough for you?" Satoru sneered.
Eyes wide and bright blue as he yanks back from the bite he marked on your flesh. Glaring above you with something near-animalistic as his hips batter against yours. Cock driving into you ferally. Recklessly. Pounding your cervix and plunging into every spot that had you sobbing.
"This fast enough? Yeah? Am I fucking this pussy fast enough?"
He's panting now. Chest heaving. Face blotched. A snarl fixed on his mouth as his hooves stomp on the ground. Agitated. Like his nasty thrusts that jerk your entire body. Squish your ass and pummel your thighs into a shaking, apologetic mess.
"Please—!" You sob, mouth hung as your head limps back.
Your hands drag from his hair. Down his shoulders. One to the hand holding your throat and the other to his elbow. Holding him. Your trusted steed. Your loyal stallion.
"Please. Please toru— fuck. 'm gonna cum again."
"Again?" His grunt pierces above you. Hand shoving on the bulge to squeeze the pressure. Stir you into a whimpering mess.
"Gonna cum all over my cock again? Even though you're a lying slut?"
"M-Mhhm! I— ah. toru please. So sorry. I love you. Y'know I always love you—"
His breath hitches.
Pace faltering.
Once. Just once. Only to spur into a clamouring frenzy all over again. Splattering your cum and hammering your cervix. Because he hates failure. Cause he didn't wanna lose again. Didn't wanna falter. Slow.
"Sh-Shut— shut up," he whines, thumb reaching down to circle your throbbing clit. "Just shut up and cum. Cum f'me. Please. Cum cause you still love me."
The crack in his voice has you holding him tighter. Trying to string him closer. As his thrusts turn sloppy. The webbed mess between your thighs and the goey froth evidence to how many times he's pumped you full. How long he's been going. Trying to prove himself to you.
You know your poor stallion's tells.
"Cum, please." He's begging now. Eyes teary. Ears droopy. His thrusts stuttering into a messy fumble as both his arms hook around you. Shoving you into his hard body. Clinging onto you as if you'll disappear, as his mouth presses atop your head.
"Please. Please, please— I'll be good. I'm so good. I'm still a good boy, right?" He whimpers, shattered.
"Always," you hiccup, arms hugged tight around his neck as your nails dig into his flexing shoulder blades. "A-Always my good boy. Always. Fuck. Toru cum with me. Please."
"Gonna cum—" he nods, rasping as he buries his face into your hair. Pace picking up into a final, rough, maddening spurt. As he pounds your pussy into a filthy, squirting stream.
"Cumming, I'm cumming. Fuck— 'm cumming, sorry— I'm sorry fuckfuckfuuuckkk."
His sob drowns into a long, needy whine. His hips smacking harder. One more time. Two more times. Three— before he finally bursts.
Thick, creamy pools of cum splatter your clenching, climaxing walls. Frothing you up for the nth time that night. So violent that some spurts right out of you. Bubbling around your slit and spilling all over the hay together with your cum.
Heaving. Trembling. Satoru's hulking body collapses into you. Slumped over you like hes trying to tuck himself away in your warmth. Like he isn't twice your size. Like his half-hard cock isn't wedging you open and choking your quivering pussy.
Still, your hands hold him. Limp on his shoulder blades as he sniffles in your hair. Still rocking his hips in a pitiful, haphazard hump.
"Fuuckk, I hate this." His little sob on your hair has you holding him tighter. "Hate losing so much."
"I-I know toru. I know, sshhh. . ." you soothe him as best you can. Quivering under the weight of his power and heavy cock still plunged so deep within your overstimulated cunt.
"It's gonna be okay," you mumble.
He huffs through his nostrils. Face buried in your shoulder as his wet tail hangs low between his legs.
And as his breaths even out, you think he's fallen asleep. Finally settled. Finally calm.
Until a nasty, wet, shlap! slams on your pussy and you croak a whine.
"t-toru— c'mon, said I was sorry." Your whimper's cut off by a choked whine as large hands bunch your thighs. Shove you further into the hay. Bending you in half for him as he drags away to glare down at you with those brilliant, wild blues.
"Well 'm not ready to fucking forgive you yet." He snarls. Cock already hard again. Still deep inside.
His nails dig under your knees as he folds you into a nasty position. Stretching your poor, abused cunt out and forcing her to take more of him.
Rough, and deep, and grinding so dirty on your cervix as he looms over you. Hips ramming in a hard, amping pace.
"Better hold on tight," he huffs a chuckled nicker above you. As a cruel grin spreads over his lips. His face leans closer. Dangerously so.
A heated, deep drawl drags from the depths of his throat. Rasped. Wild like the feral stallion he was.
"You're in for a rough ride."
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━━━ LATE TO HIS OWN FEELINGS.
𝓲𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 ♰ satoru spirals with jealousy, realizes he’s in love with you, and ends up desperately confessing before wrecking you all night to prove you’re his.
✿ ◞◟) gojo satoru 𝓍 female!reader
𝓬𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 18+ [ MDNI! ], explicit sexual content, fwb to lovers, jealousy, pussy eating, fingering, oral (f! receiving), nipple play, multiple orgasms, heavy overstimulation, desperate & needy satoru, marking, crying during sex, praise kink implied, dirty talk, begging, unprotected sex (p in v), creampie.
the thing about gojo satoru was that he’d never had to work for much of anything in his life.
it wasn’t arrogance, well… not exactly — or maybe it was, but it was the kind of arrogance that came from being six-foot-three with a face that made people stop mid-sentence, from having a laugh that filled up whatever room he was in, from being the kind of person who could walk into any party and leave with whoever he wanted without ever having to try.
and satoru knew what he looked like; he knew what he did to people. and somewhere along the way, he’d learned that keeping things light, keeping things easy, was the only way to make sure nothing ever got messy enough to hurt.
that was why, freshman year, when he’d first pulled you aside after a night of too many drinks and way too much static between you both, he’d laid it out plain and simple;
no feelings. no complications. just having fun.
of course, you’d agreed; you’d shrugged, even, like it was nothing, and something about that had made satoru like you even more. there was no whiplash, no pining, simply two young people who happened to fit together really, really well, and who were smart enough not to ruin it by wanting more.
and it had worked, for three whole years, it had worked.
18+ fratboy!satoru has no volume control (ó﹏ò。)
downstairs the party is still going strong, bass thumping through the floor like a second heartbeat, but none of it drowns out the way satoru moans when he sinks back into you.
“hah— babyyyy,” he groans, long and syrupy, the sound curling around every syllable like melted sugar. his head drops back, snowy lashes fluttering against flushed cheeks as his hips roll forward in another smooth, deep push. “you’re sooo warm and squishy inside— fuuuck, it’s like you were made just for my cock. squeezing soooo nicely, princess. mmmph— just like thaaat—”
your face burns hotter than the cheap vodka shots you’d done earlier.
you try slapping a hand over his moth, only for him to bite your palm until you flinch away. now you resort to fumbling around blindly until you find a pillow and can hide your face in it, smelling like his cologne and boy-sweat, fingers scrabbling at the plush fabric.
but he’s having none of that, yanking it away with minimal effort so you can see his grin.
sukuna can’t handle his wife’s stamina 18+
moving in together was a tough time for sukuna. mainly because you had the stamina of a rabbit when it came to sex. in fact, he considered himself to be a man with a high sex drive before he met you.
as much as he loved fucking you stupid, he was embarrassed to admit he was out of fuel. so, he’d just let you ride his face or something. his body became yours to use while he recuperated.
but this time, he was dedicated! he wanted you to be the one that got exhausted first. getting yourself off was something he couldn’t comprehend anymore. what was he there for if not to fuck you?
your sweaty body was laid out across the soft sheets of his bed. the hands of your husband held you in a mean mating press, with your legs pressed so firmly against your chest that it stopped your tits from bouncing any further.
this position wasn’t a showcase of sukuna’s control, not at all. he used your legs like handlebars—leverage. he was winded! his thrusts were lazy and sloppy, each slap of skin timed out further than the last. a mental count of how many times he’d made you finish was lost somewhere in the sea of cum he stuffed you full of.
“god..my fuckin’ back hurts, woman.” he complained, but continued fucking you anyway like he was half asleep. sukuna was certain he’d rubbed your cervix raw, and that when he would inevitably pulled out, the tip of his cock would he filed off. thats how long he’d been inside you.
“well don’t stop now—m’close again..” you whined, rutting your hips back onto his weakly twitching cock. “just let me ride you if you’re so tired.” honestly, you could go forever. the soreness wasn’t enough to kill your libido even a hair. cum dripped out of your syrupy, stretched hole like sap whenever he’d pull out enough to leave some space. it glazed your thighs in a way that didn’t feel wasteful, just pretty.
sukuna panted, his painted nails digging into the plush of your thighs as he held himself up. “it’s not just—fuck—about being tired..” a sharp thrust had you keening. “i don’t have any cum left, wife. you milked me dry, s’all in here.” he pressed down on your lower stomach, which in turn sent more of his seed trickling out.
you laughed at that, then moved your hips so the head of his cock nudged your g-spot routinely. “i-is that supposed to..mmh..mean something to me?”
your husband just shook his head, slamming into you again with the remainder of his stamina. it was enough, since it sent your orgasm hurling its way toward you again. your back arched off the bed like it was your first orgasm of the night, and your head sunk into the pillow behind you with a soft thud. a strained cry crawled its way out of your throat when you felt his pathetically small load splurt inside you. only half your body knew it was exhausted.
he panted above you, sweat gulfing down his chest and sticking pink hairs to his tatted face. his eyes were half lidded from exhaustion, though you were too far into bliss to recognize it. he released your legs, but you spread them open again anyway.
“a-again..” you whimpered, finally peeling your head off the pillow. you wiggled your hips, a moan leaving both of you due to the overstimulation.
he looked distraught, and you could see his face this time. “are you shitting me.”
“iif you don’t want to we can stop.” you quickly assured
sukuna scoffed, picking up your thighs again. he always folded so fast. “course i want to. the fuck do you think i am?” you felt his cock twitch inside you again, slowly but surely starting to stuff your worked cunt close to how it was before. it was a sorry excuse for an erection, but it was enough since he started slowly thrusting again.
“think three more will be enough?” you queried
“GOD DAMMIT”
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☆ NSFW (18+) thinking about doing the calling ex!toji fushiguro at 3am challenge... (gone wrong!!) (turned s*xual!!!)
this was a stupid idea.
and you knew you were so going to regret it in the cruel unyielding light of day.
but in the dark shadows of the night?
ehhhh, it didn't seem that bad.
you were curled up under the covers, phone in hand as it rung once, twice and then one final time before he picked up; only sound on the other end being his breathing.
"…you there?" your voice was quiet, not sure if he'd heard you until he hummed in response.
you took a deep breath.
"i just wanted to say—"
you could hear the way his sheets rustled against the speaker, probably naked underneath them save for a pair of underwear that you could bet on anything had a hole in them and—
ok. focus on the task at hand.
"fuck you."
you exhaled, hand trembling slightly.
your friends had told you that the only way you'd be able to finally get over him would be to tell him just how mad you were, tell him exactly how much of a piece of shit you thought he was.
it'd taken all day for you to build up the courage to finally get your last word in, condensing what had been numerous hours of rumination into a few short words since he'd just upped and left around a month ago.
but then he'd just laughed.
it was slow, lazy and slightly raspy from sleep. it also made you feel all the wrong things—original plan to cuss him out starting to crumble as you felt your cheeks heat.
"where's this coming from?" he asked, more curious than angry; probably sat with his head resting in his hand, scarred lips raised in that way that never failed to make your head swim.
"i just, was thinking about all the ways you did me wrong—" your voice wavered.
he scoffed. "did you wrong?"
HOW TO LOSE A GUY IN 10 DAYS - PIN IT 𑣲 gojo x reader
synopsis ⟢ you've ran out of things to publish for the school's magazines, that is until your friend brought up an amazing suggestion after seeing another friend get absolutely heartbroken, you all figured it would only be appropriate to have an article for what not to do for dating. so you take up the role of the annoying clingy girlfriend with none other than Satoru Gojo. but things go south when he's not taking the bait and actually falls for you instead.
pairing ⊹ ࣪ ˖ uni au soccer player! gojo x journalist! reader
warning / tags : 18+, fem reader, angst, fluff, second hand embarrassment, jealousy, he falls first she fell harder, cursing, gojo is a total sweetheart, eventual smut, tba ... art @/naomiiocha series masterlist here
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It’s everything put onto a magazine. Fashion, culture, love, diets, anything you can think of that will help out the girls of New York University. You blink repeatedly at your dry eyes that have been staring at your computer screen.

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CONTENT WARNING. MDNI, fem! reader, law student! reader, lawyer higuruma, 6.9k words, age gap (24&36), fluff & smut, slow burn? game of thrones references, porn with plot, unprotected sex, office sex, rough? sex, sloppy makeouts, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, higuruma is an EATER, spit, praise, choking, pussy spanking, dirty talk, belly bulge, big dick higuruma, he loves eye contact, dacryphilia? he’s mean & cocky if you squint. enjoy!
your pen sits between your teeth as your eyes switch from the thick textbook splayed open on your kitchen island and your laptop screen.
the cursor blinks for the millionth time in your setup word document. countless words plastered in that irritating format of times new roman size twelve that you’ve done a thousand times over.
words mutter under your breath as you multitask in reading, taking notes, and applying the newfound information to your assignment.
“hey, is your prof still asking you guys to take internships?”
your roommate comes from hibernating out of her room, eyes glued to her phone as she saunters over to the kitchen.
you barely catch the words that fly out her mouth, brows furrowing as you look up from your work for the first time in hours. the swivel stool you sat on creaks as you sit up straighter, cringing from how long you held that crouching position.
“uh…. no.” you shake your head, confused as to why she brought it up. she was never the type to dwell on your life as a law student unless overhearing about a case study that seemed ‘too juicy’ to skip out on. “deadline’s like, next week so they’re just talking about the paper due the week after to describe our experience so far.”
“oh.” she says, sounding surprised. “well, did you find anything?”
you hum. “i’ve got an interview tomorrow. it’s multi-hire so i’ve got a good chance. why?”
“nothing really.” she shrugs, taking a breath as she scavenges the freezer, grabbing the first pint of ice cream she sees. “a friend of my cousin works at this law firm and i think she said they’re looking for a temp since she’s going out of the country for a while.”
you nod, chewing on the end of your pen. “send me their info. i’ll check it out.”
so that’s exactly what you do. your roommate helps you exchange information with this friend who you’ve learned to be is a young woman named shimizu. she worked as a assistant for an independent defense attorney, higuruma hiromi.
you’ve heard his name a few times from news outlets, primarily known to take on difficult cases but nonetheless highly skilled and quite honestly a prime example of what you hoped to become as far as talent.
shimizu was going overseas for a little over half a year. that’s entirely way more than what your assignment calls for but you would be paid well plus it could serve as the perfect job to strengthen your experience in law.
it didn’t take much for shimizu to hire you, her eagerness to hurry up and leave was clear. she sent you an email describing her normal routine, things to keep an eye on that higuruma normally forgets and a warning to just be patient for any cases he picks up.
naturally, you were nervous. palms sweating as you clutched your purse and tucked the folder shimizu provided tightly between your arm.
your heels clack with each step you make up into the building then finally, in bold letters, ‘higuruma law office’. you knock, looking around as you wait for a response.
“come in.”
the voice is so deep it sends chills down your spine. anxiety pools your chest as you twist the handle, making slow hesitant steps into the office.
it’s small but not cramping and fairly neat. you continue forward, making your presence known. who you assume to be higuruma sits at a chair, pen scribbling against a paper at an incredible speed.
he doesn’t look up at first, deeply sighing and too focused on the work in front of him. that is until he takes notice of your silence following your entry. his eyes immediately lift, dragging over your attire for a momentary second. “i’m sorry.” he clears his throat, standing then approaching you with his hand out. “how can i help you?”
“i… uhm… i’m y/n.” you meet his hand with a nervous smile. “i’m filling in for shimizu?” it’s embarrassing how unsure you sound as if you hadn’t met shimizu yourself telling you detail for detail about the duties of the job.
his brows furrow slightly as he slowly slips his hand from your weak grip. he checks his watch then runs his fingers through his hair. “right, right. i forgot about that…” he sighs, moreso to himself and then nods, pointing to the empty cubicle beside his. “take a seat, did shimizu already inform you on what we’re currently working on?”
you nod, carefully setting your belongings down and making yourself comfortable on the chair.
“could i see? if you don’t mind.” he stands over you, watching as you turn the monitor on with quickness and log in to your email account, surfing through the important ones you had starred before finally landing on shimizu’s.
higuruma leans over, his presence immediately makes you feel small and you can slightly feel the weight of his chest as he gently grabs the mouse from your hand.
you keep your eyes on the screen, fiddling with your fingers while he looks at the lengthy details relayed. suddenly, he takes a breath then clicks forward and slides the keyboard over.
“looks good.” he finally stands, eyes dropping down to you. “we’ll just be working on that for today. if anything changes i’ll let you know.”
for the first three weeks of working for higuruma goes the same way. coming into the office, saying hello, and him sharing any updates on the current case. some days call for extremely long hours, others are your typical. then there were days like today where you’d be traveling together and have to stay overnight at hotels.
one room, separate beds.you and higuruma hadn’t crossed that bridge of being comfortable with one another just yet. it was still awkward smiles and brief exchanges of conversation only in relation to work.
with the work day being over, you showered and decided to walk around the hotel for a bit, maybe grab a bite to eat. you also brought your textbooks and laptop so you could use the time to study for the baby bar you have coming up.
you sat at a table, eating as you focus on your studies. no more than half an hour passes when a figure approaches your table.
“mind if i sit?”
your eyes lift at the deep voice, widening for a short second as you realize it to be higuruma’s. he stands there in a plain black t-shirt and same colored plaid pajama pants with a plate of food in his hand.
it was different to see him in a more cosy state rather than being suited up. when you focus on the fact he’s still there, tilting his head as he waits on your response you sit up and nod a bit frantically.
“yes—yes, of course. please sit.” you gesture to the seat ahead of you which he takes.
it’s silent for a moment as you’re more frigid now, eyes glued to your book without reading a damn thing. higuruma pops a fry into his mouth, looking around the semi-packed dining area before returning his attention to you. “you’re still in school?”
you nod, “in my first year.”
he raises a subtle brow at that which you don’t even notice considering you’ve found it difficult to always make eye contact with him.
“first year?” he hums, chewing down on another fry. “you’re young.”
“i guess…” you laugh shyly. “it’s not like you’re old.”
he smiles at that, leaning in with his elbows on the table as he continues to take singular bites of his food. “you don’t think so? how old do you think i am?”
you shrug, finally lifting your eyes to scan the features of his face.
he was obviously older than you but you only deduced that from the way he talks and conducts himself yet he didn’t share any facial features that gave away his age.
“thirty?” you squint, not wanting to guess too high and he gets offended.
he chuckles, shaking his head. “no, but i’m honored you thought that low. i’m thirty six.”
“still young.” you smile, dropping your eyes back down.
“so what’re you learning?” he sighs, leaning back again, spreading his long legs to be more comfortable and points at your books.
“nothing really.” you mumble. “just studying for the baby bar.”
“wow…” he nods partially in shock, suddenly thinking of the age gap between you. it’s been so long since his days of staying up all day and all night long when preparing for that exam. “you think you’ve got it? i could help you out.”
you definitely don’t got it. there were still at least another two months before you’d have to take the exam. all the current information you were learning was still processing and quite honestly you had a habit of doubting your skills and weren’t sure if you’d be able to get the score you’re aiming to achieve.
you shake your head at higuruma’s offer. “no, it’s okay. you already have so much going on. i rather not add to that.”
“i’m offering.” he smiles warmly, wanting to assure that it wasn’t a big deal as he crosses his arms lazily across his chest.
it’s only for second that you ogle the surprising size of his bicep when it’s contracted. you shake your head again. “i’ll be fine. thank you though. i appreciate it.”
higuruma hums not pushing any further on the subject. “do you drink?” he asks after swallowing down a bite of his burger.
“sometimes.” you shrug, clicking through your documents of notes that you were hardly paying attention to with higuruma making small conversation.
“would you like to drink now?”
the second time you look at him you see the teasing look in his own as if he’s urging you to loosen up for the night. he’s clearly in the mood to get to know you. perhaps one night of a few drinks wouldn’t be so bad.
“i suppose…” you sport a bashful smile, clicking out of your tabs and shutting down your laptop. you set it aside with your textbooks as higuruma orders your first round of drinks.
it starts off timid as if he’s testing the waters with some cocktails then began to try a little of everything. tropical drinks, shots, beer, and wine. of course you limited yourself to one of each— aside from the shots due to the fact you had a busy day tomorrow but it was surely enough to get you a bit passed tipsy.
higuruma proved to be holding his liquor better than you, smiling fondly as you babble on about the targaryen family line. at first he was curious about a video you were laughing at from tiktok and had to explain it was from game of thrones. you then learned he never watched the show and thought he’d find major interest in it.
you would yap about the politics, power, family, loyalty, and corruption. though once you got to the targaryens, higuruma had to pause at the mention of inbreeding.
“so what’s the difference between velaryons’s and targaryen’s?”
“velaryon and targaryen are house names.” you giggle, toying with your straw. “family lines. being valyrian is like, their racial background.”
“interesting…” he nods, sipping on his rum & coke. “and what’s the relationship between uh… daenerys? and jon?”
“i really shouldn’t be telling you this.” you laugh. “don’t you want to watch it now?”
“…i guess you’re right.” he grins, followed by a sigh as he stretches his arms over his head. “should we watch it tonight?”
you check the time on your phone, it was late. nearing midnight. it was tempting to indulge in a late night watch of one of your favorite shows but you’d probably regret it by the morning.
you bite down on your bottom lip, hiding the smile that wants to show. “it’s late…” you sigh out. “we probably shouldn’t.”
“then let’s start now.” he urges, opening his wallet and dropping a few dollars to cover the tab and allow the server to end their night with a more than generous tip. “c’mon.” he gestures his head, holding his hand out to you.
even with being a little drunk, you still felt shy coming in such close contact with higuruma. as you lifted your hand to connect with his, he guided you through the hotel and it grew quieter upon reaching the elevators.
he’s still holding your hand, waiting for them to open. you attempt to ignore the way his thumb gently brushes against your skin rhythmically and how this must look to bystanders. the thought is cut short when the doors finally split open and higuruma lets go of your hand to palm your lower back.
higuruma follows you in, pressing the floor number. you stand side by side, him humming a soft tune whilst you stare down at your feet to avoid meeting his stare that you could feel burning into you.
it was like a breath of fresh air upon reaching your floor and seeing the doors open. higuruma places his hand to your back again, guiding you down the quiet hall before reaching your room.
he presses the keycard to the sensor, following you in. you take slow steps inside, dropping your laptop and textbook onto your bed.
“what’s it on?” he huffs, turning on the tv.
you make yourself comfortable under the sheets, sighing in relief from the cold. “hbo.”
he surfs for a few seconds before shaking his head. “i don’t think this tv has that.”
“oh…” you frown then look at your laptop. “i mean, we could watch it on my laptop?”
he turns, thinking on what that means.
you both knew that meant laying down on the same bed, next to each other. he rubs his chin in thought. “only if you’re okay with it.”
your body grows hot but you nod slowly, scooting over to make space for him. he eyes the empty space for a few seconds, making hesitant steps forward. “are you sure? we could always watch it another time.”
“…it’s okay.” you spoke softly. “i want to watch it with you.”
he smiles at that, proceeding to lift up the covers and tuck himself under the covers beside you. the immediate warmth of his skin brushes yours and the two of you look at each other the moment he’s settled.
his eye contact is so intense and… unsettling almost that it has chills run down your spine. you want to look away but higuruma speaks up before you can.
“you’re really shy for a future lawyer.”
your brows furrow at his statement. “m’not.”
“you are.” he chuckles, eyes low as he can feel the crash from all the drinks overtake him.
“i think it’s just you.” you boldly argue.
he raises a brow. “yeah? what about me makes you so shy?”
you open your mouth but nothing can follow through especially with him so close you can feel your stomach churn when you catch yourself looking at his lips. “just… shut up.” you huff, grabbing for your laptop.
higuruma laughs, watching you log into hbo, searching for game of thrones. he steps out of the bed momentarily to turn off the lights before you can press start.
you settle the laptop atop both your legs, sighing as you press play on the first episode.
within the first thirty minutes, you fall asleep, your head rested against higuruma’s shoulder. he stayed up through three episodes, thoroughly enjoying the cause of events but forced himself to go to sleep or else he’d be having a rough day.
by the time the morning comes and your alarm goes off, you groan softly, eyes struggling to flutter open. you aimlessly search for your phone, shutting off the annoying sound before laying back down but then you feel a touch of skin.
you fully open your eyes, face twisting in fear at the sight of higuruma in your bed sound asleep. you weren’t that drunk where you didn’t remember wanting to watch game of thrones together but you weren’t sure why he stayed on your bed through the rest of the night.
you poked him, the action immediately waking him up. he breathes heavily, eyes fluttering open. he turns his head to face you. “good morning.”
“…morning.” you mumble, all the slight confidence you gained last night completely gone. though you did feel a certain comfortability now around him.
“sleep okay?” he husks out, lifting himself from the bed.
you nod, nervously twisting the sheets.
he checks the time. it was still early and you wouldn’t be meeting with your client until the afternoon. “do you want breakfast?”
“sure.”
“anything in particular?” he grabs his keys from the nightstand, swinging them around his pointer finger.
“your choice.” you shrug.
he hums. “go shower. get dressed. i’ll be back.”
you do as he says, showering, getting dressed, then eat breakfast with him once he gets back.
the day follows on as planned, you meet with the client, discuss the case, write down details, aim to search for more evidence and layout options.
for the next few weeks, you spent long hours traveling with higuruma to collect more evidence in support of your case. for a time you were able to juggle all the work but the stress of your bar exam coming up was starting to take a toll.
you wanted more time to study but you also had to sacrifice a lot of time to help higuruma. so you start to force yourself to stay up most nights, hardly getting any sleep, caffeine intake drastically rising.
it not only began to present itself through your physical presence but with the way you interacted with higuruma. at first he could understand having been in your position of working between school, studying, and work but as the weeks passed he noticed your decline was starting to affect your work performance.
he’d allow for a few things to slide but not at the risk of a client's future behind bars. so when he asks you a question and you remain too zoned out to answer, he’ll sigh.
“y/n.”
“hm?” you’ll hum, pen twisting between your teeth, completely focused on the textbook laid out.
“look at me.” he commands, tone still gentle as he waits for your eyes to meet his. higuruma was completely aware of your inability to do so but he couldn’t care at the moment. so when you only lift them for a second as if to show you were listening then drop them back to your computer screen he shakes his head with a sigh.
you don’t even notice him stand then come around to palm your chair until he shuts your laptop closed and snatches the pen from your hand. he ignores your surprised reaction. “is this becoming too much for you?”
you frown, opening your mouth to say something but you can’t follow through. instead you shake your head.
he spins you in your seat, forcing you to face him. “can you look at me when i’m speaking to you, please?”
“higuruma, i’m sorry—” you start with a small pout, not listening to what he asked.
“you don’t need to apologize. just look at me.”
it’s silent for a few seconds and you finally flicker your eyes up to look at him. a hand rests on the chair, the other on your desk completely caging you in. you can smell the strong but warm scent of his cologne that radiates off his skin and clothes.
“is this too much for you?” he asks again. “i can give you a break.”
“n-no.” you deny his inquisition. “the work is fine. it’s just… the studying. i’ve got my exam coming up really soon, i’m sorry.”
“it’s fine.” he assures, “look, on the weekends and on our breaks, i’ll help you study. it’s not nice seeing you like this, okay?”
you nod and he stands at his full height, comfortably squeezing your shoulder then patting your head. “take a nap. you look like you need it.”
there was about one more month left until you’d have to take the exam and higuruma keeps through on his promise and dedicates any moment of extra time he has to help you study.
his methods actually allowed you to gain more sleep, balance work more appropriately, and retain the information easier. you genuinely felt like you were learning. you even complimented higuruma on his skills of teaching, claiming that he’d make a great professor.
this continues throughout the month until it was time for the actual day. he helped you study in the morning for a bit, not too much as he didn’t want to override your brain. he got you breakfast and decided to drop you off at the testing site.
“i’ll be right here, okay?”
you nod, looking at him with a solemn smile. you hesitate at first but overwhelmed by your emotions you reach over the console to give him a hug. “thank you…”
he lets out a breath that sounds close to a laugh, hands coming around to circle your body. his palm rubs up and down your back in a comforting motion. “you’ve got this.” he whispers. “good luck.”
you head into the building, gone for a total of three and a half hours. he fell asleep in the car for about an hour until he hears three rampant knocks to the passenger window.
he sees your figure standing there with other individuals following out the building. immediately, he unlocks the door, watching you hop into the car without a word.
“how do you think you did?” he sighs, turning the ignition of the car.
you can only shrug, anxiety riddled through your body. passing was the only option for you. you opted out in taking it the first month the exam is taken so you’d have more time to study. this was your last chance or else you wouldn’t be able to advance in your studies.
higuruma takes in your worrisome expression, reaching his hand out to gently squeeze your shoulder. “should we go out for some drinks?”
you let out a small laugh, looking at him and nodding.
the two of you settle for some small bar, doing the same as before. indulging in every kind of drink but still keeping limitations. eventually, higuruma suggested to watching game of thrones and you in your slightly drunk state of mind couldn’t deny.
you end up at his home because you were too scared of what your roommate might say if you brought higuruma home. you step into the threshold, eyes wide as you stare around in awe.
“why is it so empty?” you giggle, noticing the lack of… anything.
it was as if he simply bought the house and disregarded buying any furniture, dishes, and utensils. does he even live here? was your initial thought as you scavenged through his pantry, cabinets, and refrigerator only to find nothing that could saturate your hunger.
“i spend most of my time at the office.” he huffs, tugging off his suit jacket and tossing it on his sofa. “i mainly come back here to shower and change clothes.”
you hum, clutching your purse as you continue to look around, dragging your fingers along surfaces.
that’s sort of become your lifestyle too now. you’ve no doubt seen higuruma more than your own roommate— which supported why you definitely couldn’t bring him over without warning.
he steps towards you, pointing to your purse and jacket. “would you like to shower?”
“that’d be nice…” you nod, handing him your belongings to toss with his jacket.
he grabs an extra towel he luckily had and his pajamas for you to wear since you didn’t have any clothes of your own. “i plan to order some food, do you want anything in particular?”
“dealer’s choice.” you smile at him. he nods, leaving you to shower as he picks on what to eat. you shower for about half an hour as you spent half of that time snooping around his restroom for any indication of a woman being here.
it was surely none of your business but you couldn’t help but find yourself intrigued by higuruma. naturally, amongst the things you wondered about was if he shared a life with someone. though it should’ve been obvious with the way he never spends his time at home and the simple fact of you being here.
you dried yourself off, putting on his clothes and unsure of where to put the used towel, you walk into his bedroom searching for a hamper. though you find yourself eager to just look around. there wasn’t much to find except for the basics.
you open his closet and find a wide range of suits all in black and white along with his pajamas that were the same color. he also had a distinct collection of watches and cologne.
you end up spraying the different fragrances into the air, adoring the mixture of them being woody, earthy, and citrusy. you take one, spraying it onto yourself.
“having fun?”
you turn fast on your feet, startled by his voice. he sports a teasing smile and you can’t help but feel your body grow hot in embarrassment. “um… sorry…” you laugh nervously, placing the cap back on to the cologne and settling it back in its original spot.
he shakes his head, fond of how you looked, “it’s alright. i ordered chinese.” he then hands you the remote to the tv and his phone for you to track the food. “log in to hbo. i’ll go take a quick shower.”
you nod, heading back out and taking a seat on his sofa. you log into hbo and as you waited, you ended up using his phone to scroll through tiktok. you definitely could’ve used your own but it felt more fun to use his considering the fact he didn’t even have the app in the first place.
the food arrived and within ten minutes after higuruma was done with his shower, fully dressed. he was wearing the same thing as you with the exception of his clothes looking larger on your frame.
he takes a seat beside you, spreading out the arrangement of food he bought on the mini table he had. you press play on the show and hour after hour you felt happier, completely forgetting that you even had an exam today. forgetting that you spent months worrying about this very day all thanks to higuruma.
you always grew a certain amount of courage after drinking so it went without a thought for you to sigh after feeling full then lean sideways to rest your head on his shoulder.
“thank you for today.” you mumble, eyes glued to the screen.
higuruma’s sprawled back, legs spread until you lean against him.
he doesn’t want to think too hard about the current proximity, simply enjoying the moment as he throws an arm around you so you’d feel more comfortable snuggling up to him.
“you deserved it.” he squeezes you gently and you don’t say anything in response, just cozying up to him some more.
from that day, you and higuruma grew closer than ever and you began to notice that you often thought about him, smiled at him more, opened up, and gained the courage to look at him longer.
with every compliment, touch, and night that you spent at his house watching game of thrones whilst eating food, there was no denying that you shared particular feelings for him.
and as the weeks past, you began to wonder what you should do with these feelings until the time came where the scores for the bar exam were out. the two of you were sat in the office per usual, and you received an email notification describing that the scores for the exam were out and where to check them.
you swallowed thickly, logging in to your admissions portal.
“did you ever get a copy of the prosecution's discovery?” higuruma asks, mindlessly flipping through a file.
his question is followed by silence and he’ll lift his head. “y/n?”
upon the continuous silence, higuruma rolls on his chair, peeking his head over to your cubicle to see you hiding your face and your shoulders shaking. concerned at the sight, he stands, and approaches you to palm your shoulder and that’s when he begins to understand that you’re crying when a fragile sob falls past your lips.
his heart burns at the broken sound. “what’s wrong?” his eyes lift to your monitor and see the familiar page of the exam results. he scrolls through the letter to see you’ve passed.
a laugh of relief spills from his throat, glad that your reaction isn’t due to any devastating news. his hand circles around your wrist and tugs at it. “come here.”
you slowly stand, allowing your emotions to flow upon feeling his arms encircle you tightly. you’ll cry into his chest, managing to thank him through your tears. he’ll shush you, rubbing at your back and cradling the back of your head.
“you did such a good job.” he murmurs into your hair.
he continues to mumble praises into your hair and ear, holding and consoling you until your crying has calmed down. once he hears you letting out small breaths to control your breathing, he pulls back, wiping at your tear stained cheeks. “i’m so proud of you.”
your body grows hot at the compliment paired with his stare as he gently cups your cheek, thumb swiping across the skin.
you let out a shaky breath, not sure if it was from your crying or that feeling pooling between your legs. your eyes drop down to his lips then back up to his eyes. higuruma does the same and you can’t help but curl your fingers around his dress shirt.
both of your breathing picks up and neither of you are sure of what to do in this moment. you can feel his free hand drop from your back then down to your waist as you each exchange flickering looks between your lips and eyes.
“higuruma…” you breathe out and he shakes his head, closing his eyes then pressing his forehead to yours.
“hiromi.” he corrects, switching his hand that cups your cheeks to palm the back of your neck. “my name… say it. that’s all i need.”
you fight the whine that bubbles in your throat, gripping tightly onto him as you open your mouth. “hiromi…”
he gives in at the immediate desperation his name holds, roughly pressing you against him so your lips could meet.
the two of you have your hands moving everywhere along your bodies and a gasp rushes from your lungs as he frantically lifts you onto the desk.
items clatter everywhere as he knocks them away whilst dipping his tongue into your mouth. it’s frantic and eager the way your mouths clash together. soft groans and moans spilling into the air as papers crumble beneath your figure.
you kick off your heels as hiromi hikes your skirt around your hips, pressing your back against the surface and knocking your legs open with his knees, revealing the lace panties hidden underneath them.
he presses himself against you with a rough groan, one hand hoisting your leg at his waist, whilst the other taps your cheek then grips your face to press into them. “open.”
your jaw widens, and hiromi hums before spitting in your mouth then leaning in to connect your lips again.
he’s hard and big.
it’s all you can think of as your tongues mesh together in perfect harmony.
weeks of built up feelings that you both tried so hard to fight all falling at the seams. you reach up to tug at his black roots as he unconsciously ruts himself against your clothed core.
you take advantage when he finally pulls away, a string of saliva following with him. his lips are swollen and covered in spit as he leans down to kiss along your jaw, then suck at the skin of your neck. you pant feverishly against his ear, gripping tighter onto him each time his bulge connects with your clit just right.
deep shaky breaths fly through his nose as rolls his hips, eyes squeezing tightly from the tightness building in his pants. it felt so fucking good to hear those soft whimpers and moans escape your lips. “feels so good.” he groans, pressing his forehead against yours. you two practically rubbing against each other like bunnies in heat without even starting the main course.
you whimper feeling yourself clench around nothing. your hands grasp for higuruma and he hums, kissing just below your ear. “gonna cum?”
you nod, mouth slacked open as he breathes harshly against your neck. “that’s okay, sweetheart.” he huffs, using his free hand to travel down between your bodies. fuck, he thinks the moment his fingers feel how drenched your panties are. your eyes blow wide as he pinches your clothed clit then rubs in tight circles. “you can cum, it’s okay.”
“oh my god.” you tremble and writhe against his lengthy figure, clawing at his back and arms as you feel lost on what to hold on with your orgasm building every second.
he stops the movement of his hips, grasping your neck so you’d be staring straight at him as he picks up the pace of his fingers. “come on.” he licks his lips, maintaining the eye contact he forces you to hold. “i wanna see you. you’re almost there.”
“hiromi—” you choke on the air, threatening to close your eyes but he shakes your head, warning you to keep them open as your body trembles from the euphoria that overcomes you.
“good job.” he wipes at your forehead and cheeks, standing to his full height. you use his tie to lift yourself up, meeting your lips again and immediately sloshing your tongue with his. while he fumbles to unbutton your shirt you do the same then aggressively toss off his tie. his large hands grope at your breast before unclipping your bra to flick and twist at your nipple. you moan into his mouth, fingertips caressing the light muscles of his abs.
he finds it quite amusing how you flinch with each twist and tug but nonetheless you let him continue his worship of your body. he leaves your skirt cinched around your waist, squeezing your hips then slowly tugs your panties down your legs.
you can’t imagine what he plans to do next until he drops both his hands behind your thighs, pressing them down as far as he can before bending down to dip his head between your legs.
his tongue flattens against your leaking hole, sucking up all slick your pussy produced. you reach straight for his hair, choking on a moan. “w-wait, i can’t.” you tell him, quivering at the sudden sensation. it certainly didn’t help with how big his nose is, he had the advantage to nudge it against your clit each lick and suck.
“i just want to taste you.” his voice vibrates against you, eliciting a strangled moan out of you. “is that okay, love?” he pulls back momentarily, mouth and nose coated in your juices as he presses a kiss to either side of your thighs.
what gets you is the fact he genuinely waits on your response. you nod feebly and he presses a kiss to your clit. “thank you.” is all he says before continuing his actions. your eyes immediately squeeze shut and you’re not sure if you’re trying to push his head or pull him closer. regardless, your back arches off the desk, pulling at his hair as he holds you down to prevent any more of your squirming.
a sound of absolute satisfaction rumbles in his chest and higuruma loses himself in your taste. he’s quite filthy really. you would’ve never expected him to be the type of man that relentlessly switches between licking, spitting, and sucking the way he does. a small pool of liquid has likely formed under you by now.
“r-romi, m’ gonna cum.” he hears, feeling the way you buck up against his mouth and quite literally has to force himself off you at the announcement. he seethes in a breath, huffing and puffing, licking around his mouth.
higuruma stands straight again, unbuckling his belt, letting out a soft breath as he no longer feels constricted. your eyes fall when he drops his pants and briefs. shit. i mean, you figured he was big but not that fucking big.
you yelp as he pulls you to the edge of the table, slapping his thick cock against your drooling hole that pulses around nothing.
“can i?” he collects your mess between his fingers, spreading your folds and gliding his shaft between them.
you nod but higuruma shakes his head then grips your neck to pull you up. “tell me, sweetheart. can i?”
“p-please.” you look up at him, all doe eyed and desperate. his hand squeezes your neck and keeps you looking at him as he uses his other hand to pull you closer, prodding in just the tip then slowly pushes himself into your warm, gushing cunt. your mouth slacks open at the stretch, gasping for air as higuruma squeezes tighter from the way you sporadically clench around his length.
he’s only halfway in and it’s taking all his energy to not cum. your pussy is torturously sucking him in, so much so a quivering grunt echoes from his chest. he pats your thigh in response. “ease up, it’s just me, darling.” he tells you, and you want to laugh at how serious he’s being. ease up? not fucking possible when at least eight inches length and formidable girth was pushing itself into you.
once he’s finally filled to the hilt. your legs cross around his hips, grasping his wrist, preventing him from squeezing too tight on your throat. “you’re always such a good girl… so smart and beautiful.” he praises, leaning in to peck your lips then follows with butterflies kisses along your jaw and neck then comes back up to meet your lips again. your mouths twist slower, fiery and brimmed with passion to distract you from the roll of his hips.
“so warm.” he moans against your lips, biting down and sucking on your bottom one. he finally lets go of your neck, pushing you on your back again then clasping both thighs as leverage to pummel himself deep into your pussy. he groans along to your whimpers and moans, dark eyes focused on the imprint that shows itself on your stomach with every thrust.
his light abs glisten with sweat, his brows furrowed as he zones into the way he disappears in and out of your pussy that sucks him in and coats his base white.
papers crumble beneath your fist as your moans are pulled closer together, the indication that your orgasm was fast approaching. the effect likely to be huge since you already had your first and was denied your second. hiromi grunts, fixing you into a mean semi-mating press, legs over his shoulders as his balls mercilessly slap against your skin to echo around the office space.
“gonna cum.” you quiver but higuruma smacks your clit as if that’s supposed to help.
“hold it.”
“i-i can’t.” you look at him, pouting.
his eyes snap up to meet yours and he smacks you again. “hold it.”
he somehow moves faster and harder, harshly breathing with sweat beading down his temple. after a minute, you’re completely spent, eyes watering as you shake your head. “romi, please. i can’t hold it.”
“shhh.” he huffs, pressing his palm over your mouth, viciously chasing the high of his orgasm. he rolls his eyes shut, sticking two fingers into your mouth. “go. hurry up and cum.”
it’s only a few seconds after his command that your waves come crashing down, body yearning to close upon itself due to the overstimulation but higuruma keeps you spread open, still thrusting for what feels like over a minute.
he pulls out, a hand immediately coming to pump at his length, the other angling your body just right so when he forces your mouth open, hot spurts of his cum land on your breasts, chin, and tongue.
hiromi takes a breath that sounds like he’s inhaling fresh air, squeezing at his tip to extract every ounce of his fill. he takes a good and long look at your weak body, collecting his remains that landed on you to push back into your mouth.
“so beautiful…” he cups your cheek, holding you upright since you clearly can’t. “you alright? did i hurt you?”
“no… i’m okay.” you mumble, staring up at him as if he held up the moon and stars. “was i?… okay?”
“absolutely, love.” his brows furrow, gently caressing your skin as he looks at you. “more than okay. perfect.”
you smile shyly at that and he has a similar question on his mind as he helps in cleaning you up. “are we okay?”
“am i okay for you?”
hiromi has begun to understand your naturally shy and timid nature but it also crossed his mind that your sense of overthinking would come into play with your age gap.
it wasn’t drastic of course but he would never want to put you in a position that made you seemingly uncomfortable.
you nod with a small smile, gripping his bicep and pulling him in to press a gentle kiss to his lips. “more than okay… perfect.”
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nerdjo’s a fool for his pretty, high maintenance girlfriend.
I. PRINCESS MELTDOWN #107 : “BUT TORU, I DON’T GET IT..”
11:57 am location: SC/MATH 3020 (Vari Hall, Room B)
you’re supposed to be solving laplace equations. instead, you’re sending satoru doodles of you pregnant with his child.
satoru gojo is jacques marie mage glasses & messy blanche hair & forearms thicker than his head. he should be studying—god, he should be, but his pretty girl is texting him mid-lecture & satoru’s something of a fool for you so he foolishly decides, who is he not to reply ?
and his replies are earnest. always earnest. too punctuated, too grammatically correct.
toruu : You’re the cutest girl in the world.
toruu : Pay attention, okay?
his first message makes your heart swelter & bloom. the second makes it drop to your ass.
but satoru gojo is honey mouthed & heart-achingly sweet. and when your boyfriend asks you to focus so sweetly, how could you not obey?
so you open your notebook & close it right back.
you : toru i tried :( i don’t get ittttrt
toruu : Send me the question.
and you do. along with a selfie of your cute pout, of course. satoru’s reply comes in in an instant:
toruu : Gorgeous girl.
toruu : Okay, try isolating the variable first.
you do as he says. satoru’s instructions always come easy-sweet. sugar coated & simplified like he’s talking to the softest girl in the world. & perhaps he is.
toruu : Good. Now distribute.
toruu : Yes. That’s it. Keep going.
toruu : That’s perfect, baby. My smart girl.
your cheeks grow mushy & sticky & heart-wrenchingly soft.
satoru gojo is going to be the death of you.
II. PRINCESS MELTDOWN #126 : LOVER BOYS DON’T IGNORE THEIR GIRLFRIENDS !
time : 1:48 pm. location: york lanes ( indoor mall )
“satoru hasn’t texted me in fifteen minutes.”
“they faces killing me why nobody give a fuck.”
𝜗ৎ 18+ fratboy!gojo and fratboy!eren hcs
fratboy!gojo and fratboy!eren who originally made it a bet to see who could get you to fold first, the prize being bragging rights and an unlimited supply of weed. they both approached you at the same time with a subtle “hey” before handing you a cup of alcohol. they kinda just bullshitted with you the whole time. asking you obvious questions like, “oh you’re in our chem class right?” “i think you sit a few seats away from us.”
fratboy!gojo and fratboy!eren who thought it would be funny to ask you about your sex life, but to their complete surprise, you complied and told them everything. what you’re into, your kinks, fantasies, wet dreams you’ve had. all they could do is listen with their mouths wide open and their cocks hard. what started as a bet unfolded into something much more interesting, and much more dangerous. who knew the smartest girl in class turned out to be a slut?!
fratboy!gojo and fratboy!eren who mutually agreed to end the party early just to get a taste of your pussy. none of them caring about the bet anymore, they just wanted to watch the pretty nerd break like a kit kat and fall apart on their cocks. they wanted to do everything you fantasized about to you.
fratboy!gojo and fratboy!eren whose fucking you into oblivion. they have you laying your back on the couch, gojo’s cock sinked deep into your wet pussy and eren standing up, roughly fucking his cock into your mouth. you were slobbering and drooling all over his shaft while gojo’s cock abused your tight hole, his hand rubbing circles around your sensitive twitching clit.
fratboy!gojo and fratboy!eren who talk to you like you’re nothing but a fucktoy to them. “fuuckk yeahh— tell me who this pussy belongs to. us, right?” “fuckin’ love how this virgin pussy feels wrapped around my cock. god you feel so tight and warm.” “gonna make sure our cocks is the only thing you think about. no more stupid chemistry or math— just us.”
fratboy!gojo whose quite literally double comboing you, the feeling nauseating. he’s fucking and choking you at he same time, hips snapping into your pussy as he continues to hit that spot that makes you see stars. “slutty nerds gonna cum all over my cock? aww poor bab— wait— you said you need to pee?!”
fratboy!eren who stares in absolute disbelief as he watches you squirt all over gojo’s cock, he nearly came in your mouth at the sight of you forcing gojo’s cock out your tight hole because of how messy it was. “holy shit— nerds a fuckin’ squirter.” yeah, eren was practically whining at this point.
fratboy!gojo and fratboy!eren who ended up giving you their numbers, not just for the bet but because they were more than ready to link up for a second round with you.
dilf!kento thinks it's odd just how hot and bothered you get when he does the most mundane of things.
for example, he'll be getting dressed in the morning: hair mussed and eyes dark from the lack of sleep that parenthood brings. fingers working his belt through the loops in his slacks and fastening the buckle just to be startled by you, having leapt out of bed to drop to your knees before him and suck him off right there in the walk in closet.
or, later on, when he's cleaning up the kitchen after sending the kids off to school, and you walk in to find his sleeves rolled up, humming away to himself as he washes dishes in the sink. of course, the look on his face when he turns to find you already sat on the countertop and beckoning him over is as priceless as it is arousing.
or god forbid he starts paying bills. sitting at the dining table with papers scattered in front of him, pen held in his strong hand as those glasses of his slide down the bridge of his nose. god, he's so pretty when he's concentrated, working with numbers like a whore! he shouldn't be surprised when you weave your way between him and the papers to sit on his lap and start working at hooking him out of his pants. so you can sit on his cock and get your fill.
"keep acting like that, sir, and you're gonna be a daddy again."
he's gruff. tired. so fucking sexy. "i'm going over the credit card statement. did you spend five hundred dollars on—"
"mmm stop talking and fuck another baby into me, ken."
and, because you married the right man, a pair of strong arms are already hoisting you up and carrying you to the bedroom. "as you wish, love."
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˖ ࣪꒰ BULLY NERDJO ꒱ ˙˖ couldn't get you out of his head after you whimpered those three, devastating words. I love you. he'd always paged you as the stupid type— but that has got to be the most idiotic thing that has ever left your mouth. you? falling in love with the man who used to snicker beside you whenever you were both handed out your test papers in highschool maths class? the guy who used to tell professors that you were a lost cause? the same fucking boy who told you to your face at least once a week that you were just some bimbo trying to make it through your astrophysics course on daddy's money and a ditsy mind? you really were an idiot.
. . . but why couldn't he stop thinking about it?
˖ ࣪꒰ BULLY NERDJO ꒱ ˙˖ was so agitated at himself. whenever he'd close his eyes he'd see your glossy ones blinking up at him and your quivering lips whispering that stupid confession while you bounced on his dick all pitifully. you were cockdrunk, he tells himself. so fucking stuffed with him that it drained whatever little coherent thought you had. you were too focused on the way he smooched your cervix. how he thumbed on your clit. how you clenched and squirted and messed his desk chair.
he finds himself looking back at it. the stain you left behind. he cleaned off what he could but your evidence remained. another thing that pissed him off. until it became the perfect site to relive memories when his cock ached hard in his pants.
strike three to the frustration game. that. every time he let his mind drift off, you'd occupy that space. what a pesky lump of atoms. just invading the free space and making it yours. making him think about how soft your tits felt up against him. how much softer your thighs were quivering on his hips. that sweet, sweet taste of your pussy. how it spilled and fluttered for his tongue.
he found himself thinking. were you a virgin? or just inexperienced? had no one tonguefucked that pretty little cunt like he did? did no one stuff that gorgeous—
˖ ࣪꒰ BULLY NERDJO ꒱ ˙˖ groans out loud and slumps back into his chair. shoving his foggy glasses up into his hair with one hand and throwing his textbook across the table with the other. he can't do this. can't focus like this. not when you're running laps in his head like you're trying to rewrite the theory of relativity.
“why can't I get that stupid girl out of my fucking heaaadddd. . .” he groaned. almost whined as he rubbed a hand down his blotched face roughly.
he grumbled. looked down at the bulge rising up to greet him. mock him. for fucks sakes. just calling you a stupid girl had him all hard and throbbing. fuck. guess there's no helping it huh?
virgin!satoru whose massive dick is more curse than blessing—until you get on your knees and show him exactly what those pretty lips can do.
virgin!satoru who’s objectively the hottest guy on campus—6’3”, built like he was designed by a greek sculptor, devastating blue eyes and a stupid perfect smile—but somehow completely clueless when it comes to actually getting laid. sure, girls stare. they giggle when he walks by. but the second he opens his mouth? he's too much. they run.
virgin!satoru who watches his best friend suguru—sweet, quiet suguru with his long dark hair and gentle smile—pull girls effortlessly. suguru doesn’t even try he's just there and suddenly there’s a new number in his phone. meanwhile satoru’s striking out left and right and he doesn’t understand why.
virgin!satoru who had one girlfriend freshman year. made it three dates before they tried to have sex and she took one look at his dick, flushed and huge and already leaking—and literally said “I can’t. I’m sorry. That’s not gonna fit.” broke up with him via text two days later, he hasn’t tried since.
virgin!satoru who knows his dick is big, he has known since high school locker rooms and the weird looks and the jokes. measured it once out of curiosity and immediately wished he hadn’t. a whopping nine and a half inches and stupidly thick. sounds like a blessing until every girl he’s tried to fuck has looked horrified.
virgin!satoru who’s twenty years old and hasn’t had sex and is deeply, profoundly embarrassed about it. he lies to suguru about his body count and makes up crazy stories. he pretends he knows what he’s doing when really he’s just learned from porn and his own loyal hand.
virgin!satoru who meets you at a party and immediately knows he’s too fucked. you’re pretty, so so pretty. soft lips. bright eyes. the way you laugh at his jokes like they’re actually funny (they're not). you give him your number without him even asking you.
virgin!satoru who takes you on dates and somehow doesn’t fuck it up. movies, coffee, walks around campus. you’re into him, obviously into him. you keep finding excuses to touch his arm, play with his hair. fuck...he’s never made it this far before.
virgin!satoru who lies awake at night thinking about you, your pretty mouth. your hands. what you’d look like under him. he jerks himself off to the thought and immediately feels guilty about it. you’re not like the others, you’re sweet, naive. he really really likes you.
virgin!satoru who panics when you start hinting about sex. “we could go back to your place?” “I really like you, Satoru.” he wants to. god, he wants to so badly but he’s terrified like what if you react like she did? what if you leave?
virgin!satoru who finally breaks down and tells suguru the truth. “I can’t fuck this up. she’s perfect. but like what if I'm—I’m too big and I don’t know what I’m doing and she’s gonna find out I’m a virgin and—” suguru just laughs. “you’re worried your dick is too big? that’s the most you problem ever.” “I’m serious!” “okay so tell her. she likes you, she’ll understand.”
virgin!satoru who can’t tell you because he's too fucking embarrassed. instead he starts avoiding you, dodges your texts, makes excuses. he can see you getting upset and hates himself for it but doesn’t know what else to do.
virgin!satoru who opens his door one night to find you standing there, pissed off and drop dead gorgeous. “are you breaking up with me?” “what? no—” “then why are you avoiding me? did I do something wrong?” “no! you’re perfect. it’s me... ’m the problem.”
virgin!satoru who ends up kissing you because you won’t stop looking at him like that. soft and upset and so pretty. he pulls you inside, can’t stop kissing you. your mouth tastes like cherry chapstick and he’s soso obsessed.
virgin!satoru who ends up on his couch with you in his lap, grinding down on him, and he’s so hard it hurts. your hands in his hair. his hands on your waist. he’s panting into your mouth like a dog in heat.
virgin!satoru who freezes when your hand slides down to palm him through his jeans. “wait—” you pull back immediately. “sorry, is this okay?” “yes. no. I mean—” he’s bright red. “I need to tell you something.”
virgin!satoru who can’t look at you when he says it. “I’m a virgin.” waiting for you to laugh or worse, leave. but you just blink. “oh. okay?” “and I’m—” this is mortifying. “I’m kind of… big. like, really big. and I don’t want to hurt you or—or disappoint you—”
virgin!satoru who nearly dies when you smile. “satoru. I don’t care if you’re a virgin.” your hand slides back down, cups him through denim. he chokes. “and I’m not worried about size, we’ll figure it out okay?.”
virgin!satoru who nods frantically because you’re kissing his neck and he can’t think. “okay, yeah okay.” you’re working at his belt now. popping the button on his jeans. “still, we don’t have to—y-you don’t have to—”
virgin!satoru who nearly swallows his tongue when you sink to your knees between his legs. “well I want to.” you’re pulling his jeans down his hips. his boxers. and then.
virgin!satoru who’s mortified by how hard he is. tip flushed dark, already leaking. and yeah, he’s big, really big. he can see your eyes widen slightly when you actually see it. “told you,” he mutters.
virgin!satoru who absolutely does not expect you to wrap your hand around him—your fingers don’t even touch—and stroke once, base to tip. he makes a sound he’s never made before, whining.
virgin!satoru who’s already trembling. “you don’t—fuck—you don’t have to—” but you’re leaning in, tongue darting out to lick the precum beading at his tip. he nearly blacks out.
virgin!satoru who’s never felt anything like this. your mouth is hot and wet and perfect. you can’t fit even half of him but you’re trying. tongue swirling around the head, hand stroking what you can’t reach.
virgin!satoru who can’t stop making noise. whimpering. gasping your name. his hands are fisted in the couch cushions because he doesn’t know if he’s allowed to touch you. “oh fuck—oh god—that’s so good—”
virgin!satoru who only lasts about ninety seconds before he’s gasping “I’m gonna—I’m close—you should—” trying to warn you., trying to be polite. but you just take him deeper and he’s gone.
virgin!satoru who cums so hard he sees stars. spilling down your throat. you swallow and he thinks he might die. might propose marriage right now.
virgin!satoru who’s still twitching when you pull off. looking up at him with swollen lips and he’s never seen anything hotter in his entire life. “was that okay?”
virgin!satoru who pulls you up into his lap and kisses you desperately, he can taste himself on your tongue. “okay? that was— fuck—you’re perfect. holy shit.”
virgin!satoru who’s already getting hard again because he’s twenty and you just sucked his dick and you’re in his lap. “can I—” he doesn’t even know what he’s asking for.
virgin!satoru who gets a crash course in sex from the prettiest girl he’s ever seen. who learns that yeah, he’s big, but you can take it. stretched around him so so tight and wet and perfect. he learns what you like, how you sound when you cum, how your nails feel dragging down his back.
virgin!satoru who’s not a virgin anymore but is somehow even more obsessed with you. can’t keep his hands off you. he fucks you on every surface in his apartment, making up for lost time.
virgin!satoru who tells suguru the next day and gets the most shit-eating grin. “told you it would work out.” “I’m so in love with her, dude” “yeah, I know.”
virgin!satoru who’s never letting you go, you're his first, his best and his last.