lee

“Shimizu.” It’s a warning.

“Higuruma.” It’s another push.

Hiromi gives her the look but she doesn’t stop.

Haibara and Kento watch from the side lines with beer in hand.

This stalemate is brutal.

“Oh c’mon! You’d have so much fun!”

“No, I would not.”

“Kento’s going!”

Hiromi’s face twists as he turns to the blonde seated next to him, the look plastered on the lawyer’s face is one of ‘Seriously?’

Kento shrugs at the older man “What can I say, these two are very convincing.” He nods in the direction of the intern and paralegal.

“They aren’t, you’re just weak.”

“Maybe I am.” Kento chuckles.

“See! Kento’s going! It would be so fun! You’re entering your late 30’s time to find a nice girl!” Shimizu pushes once again.

The looks Higuruma gives her is a lethal one.

“And you think I’m gonna find a nice girl at a speed dating event?” He asks slowly.

“Hey, you might.” Kento interjects.

“See!”

“Not helping, Nanami! Who’s side are you on?”

Kento chuckles, “No one’s.” 

Hiromi could beat him to death right about now.

“I should fire all of you.” Hiromi lets out an agitated sigh running a hand over his face.

“Sooo, you’re going, right?” Shimizu presses.

“Will you shut up if I say yes?”

“Probably.”

Hiromi rolls his tired eyes at his paralegal “Fine.”

🌻

“Wow….” You whispered, the papers in your hands felt heavy. 

In the best, most freeing way possible.

The divorce is finalized.

A whole year of fighting and now you're free.

Free from Satoru Gojo.

You’re free from the cheating, the lying and the stigma that came with the Gojo name.

You felt so giddy as you sauntered down the street away from the courthouse, you wondered what you should do now. It’s not like he held you captive but there was something about this that made you feel like you could do and say just about whatever you pleased now.

You were finally your own woman.

Getting home that night you laid on your newly purchased couch in your small quaint apartment, it wasn’t anything fancy but it was yours.

Phone in hand you almost downloaded tinder- but you quickly dropped that idea because it was the very same app that got you into this horrendous ordeal.

A year without a companion of any sort really had you feeling 7 different kinds of loneliness.

Some of it was deep seated in the need for sexual intimacy but a bigger part of it was missing having someone to tell anything to, to sit in silence with and just enjoy.

Though Satoru rarely if EVER gave you any of that, the off chance he did it was nice and you missed it.

Not him though.

Just the feeling of it.

Your phone buzzing in your hand twice brings you back to reality.

Two new messages.

Utahime.

And unfortunately.

Satoru.

You really could just block his number now, you didn’t ever have to speak to him again but the vindictive part of you, the one eager for revenge, wanted to see his desperate texts.

Even more, you wanted HIM to see that YOU left him on read, like he had done to you so many times before.

You smile to yourself and open his text first.

Satoru: Hey Listen, I know we finished things up today but I really just need to talk to you, please.

You pinch your brows upward “Really, dude.” You grumble before closing it and opening Utahime’s text.

Utahime: Hey! Word on the street is that you're a free woman now ;)

You giggle at this.

You: Sure am! I’m sure Satoru will make this everyone's problem at work so I apologize in advance.

Utahime: No need, HOWEVER, I have a proposition for you.

You: No, I do not wanna sleep with you.

Utahime: Shut Up.

Utahime: There is a speed dating event going on down at that one bar we like this friday, we should go ;)

Your eyes widen, you’ve never done anything like that before, you are a free woman now so to hell with it. Maybe you were finally ready for something or maybe you were going off the rails. 

You: I’m so in.

Utahime: Need dick that bad?

You: Not really…just want idk…a friend. Not sure how to explain it.

Utahime: You don’t have to explain, I was playing anyway. It starts at 8 on friday, dress cute ;)

You: Roger that Captain 🧑‍✈️🧍.

Utahime: you will never get a man.

Closing your phone and then your eyes exhaling a breath, Friday was two days away but you needed it to be here now. You wondered what would come out of this. You were hoping for something good but in reality you are sure it would end with nothing but a new experience and some free drinks if you played your cards right.

🌻

Friday arrived and normally Hiromi would be jumping from his chair and out the door, ready to go home and do absolutely nothing but lay in bed for two days.

Unfortunately, Shimizu had other plans.

“Alright! Get up, we gotta get out of here and get ready. It starts in 2 hours.” She started practically leaping out of her chair.

“Go ahead, I’ll make it there by 8.”

“Oh hell no.”

Hiromi’s head shot straight up at this. Fire erupts in his gut until he remembers who is talking to him. If it were anybody else he’d quickly make them regret speaking to him in such a way. 

She is lucky.

“Normally talking to your boss like that gets you fired.”

“Firstly, shut up, secondly, we both know that if I leave you here you will not show up!” 

Oh she is so very lucky. 

“That was the goal, yes.” He remains calm as ever. 

“Hiromi, you promised!” She shot him one of those looks, using her doe eyes to her advantage.

Thoes fucking eyes.

Yet he must remain strong.

“I didn’t promise you anything, I just needed you to shut up, no contract was exchanged."

“Get up. Now.” Her look went from doe eyed and sad to one that was lethal.

Now she is pushing it. The ice she is tap dancing on is getting thin, very thin.

He exhaled a heavy sigh making it quite audible and exaggerated. 

Shimizu will not tolerate anything less than him getting up and marching his ass down to that bar.

The argument continues for a good 15 minutes- only because he lets it and why he lets it he may never know. 

“Hiromi, why don’t you ever wanna do anything fun with me?” Her voice wavers.

Oh god, he thinks, please don’t do this.

“Shizu-“

“I feel like you do this every time, if you don’t wanna hang out with me just say it.” The cracks in her voice are getting bigger.

“Well that’s a bit dramatic, we wouldn’t even be hanging out with each other, we are effectively hanging out with complete strangers. At different tables, away from each other.” He sighs running his hands over his face. 

“So I’m dramatic now?” Doe eyes returning, watering at the edges “So I’m dramatic and you don’t wanna hang out with me, Hiromi? that’s fine I get it.”

Of course that’s what she took from that. 

For an aspiring lawyer she sure isn’t listening to the facts.

But in his heart of hearts he knows she is manipulating him right now so maybe on second thought she would make a great lawyer because it’s fucking working. 

“That’s not-“  he begins but then-

She sniffles.

His heart drops to his stomach.

God damn it.

“You know what, fine- yeah, I’ll go.”

He concedes. 

Getting up he reaches for his blazer on the back of the chair slipping it over his shoulders.

“I will not be staying long.”

“Yes you will.”

He walks out the door first grumbling and mumbling under his breath knowing very well he has been conned, swindled even. 

Shimizu follows suit, having seemingly recovered from her emotional breakdown.

Evil grin taking over her features.

Score:

Shimizu: 2663 Higuruma: maybe like 5.

🌻

You huff a little as you finish your makeup, it’s light, just some eyeliner and mascara, you never really did foundation or lipstick even though Satoru always insisted on it.

You make a face at the thought of him.

Tonight was all about you.

Utahime sends you a text that she is down stairs waiting on you.

You cannot help the smile coming to your lips or the tinge of anxiousness brewing in your stomach.

Grabbing your wallet and keys you catch yourself in the mirror.

Damn, you look good.

Outfit is simple but it hugs every part of you in the best way possible.

Simple jeans and a cute top.

The jeans are really doing your ass and thighs justice.

You’ve gained some weight but it's good, it meant you weren’t conforming to his idea of you, nor were you competing with his current sidepiece of the week.

Arriving at the bar you were quick to get at least two drinks in before the chaos started, a little liquid confidence never hurt anyone. 

The first few men were complete duds, dudes your age or younger that had nothing to offer. 

Most were sleezily ogling your chest or looking for the fastest way to get your number and an even faster way into your pants.

You were not impressed.

Until, Hiromi Higuruma sat in front of you. 

Tall, older, tired, definitely was forced into this. 

Fuck he is hot. Is all you can think. 

🌻

When Hiromi sat in front of you at the quaint little table his world stopped.

He had one word.

Gorgeous.

He felt like there was something wrong with him. 

He went from hating Shimizu for bringing him here to being indebted to her for life. 

“You gonna tell me your name Mr. Salary Man?” You giggle and it may have been the sweetest thing he had ever heard. 

He’s also an idiot.

“Higuruma, Hiromi.” 

“Like sunflowers, how beautiful.” You comment, then following up by giving your name. 

You said his name was beautiful but yours was otherworldly. The sweetest name he had ever heard and it belonged to the sweetest thing he had ever seen. 

“I’m 26, you?”

Oh fuck. 

12 years his junior.

“I’m- old.” God, he is fucking stupid. 

You almost die laughing.

“How old is old?”

“38.”

You scoff at him, “That is not old, when I think of old I think like 60.”

“38 feels like 60.” His bracketed mouth turned upward, smiling.

You huff a laugh, silence falls over you two and you scan him over once more. 

“Oh wow!” you exclaim, reaching across the small table, hand coming to scoop under the lapel of his blazer to get a better look at the pin attached, “A defense attorney.” 

He felt like he was going to go into cardiac arrest, he forgot to take his pin off.

“Yeah, I-“

“That’s amazing!” You beamed and it floored him.

Most people gave him somber looks when learning his profession, others looked at him in disgust. You, however, looked at him in awe.

Most had resigned him to nothing more than a money grubbing lawyer defending the evil and wicked for a paycheck. Because in the eyes of the public it’s guilty until proven innocent. 

“I’m no expert or anything, but in my opinion it takes nothing to be a prosecutor, especially here, but being a defense attorney takes so much and more, you’re amazing.”

He felt like he could not breathe. 

You thought that of him?

Your eyes then meet and something just clicks.

It’s not long before he’s asking you to move to a corner booth. 

You both are in agreement that you don’t need to see any more people.

🌻

Shimizu almost drops her drink. She cannot take her eyes off the sight. Reaching over blindly she smacks Kento in the shoulder multiple times to get his attention.

“Nanamin!”

“You know, words work just as well, Shizu.“  Kento grumbles as he follows her eyes to the corner booth. 

They both stare in awe, their nights had been a bust but Hiromi Higuruma’s had not been. 

Whilst not being able to hear any part of the conversation they could tell, their boss and this gorgeous woman were hitting it off. 

Hiromi Higuruma was smiling. Like an idiot. Shimizu makes a mental note to use this to her advantage later. 

“Holy shit.” Kento mumbled

“I know it’s insane- he bagged a girl-“ 

“No not that-“

Shimizu cocks her head at the accountant.

“That’s Satoru Gojo’s ex-wife.”

Hiromi was talking to the head of Gojo corporation’s ex-wife. 

“Wait, that's her?” Hiabara gaped, “Satoru Gojo was stepping out on that?!” 

Kento nods.

Haibara lets out a laugh “For a CEO that white haired freak sure is an idiot!”

“Agreed” Shimizu and Kento say in tandem. 

🌻

As your talking stills, you look for a way to tell Hiromi.

The night had been going so well you didn’t wanna ruin it by telling this wonderful man, you are already once divorced. 

Your father had filled your head with horror stories of men not wanting a “used” woman. In hindsight it was probably his selfish way of trying to keep you married to that rich horrid man that is now your ex, but nonetheless it scared you. 

“Hiromi, I’m having a great time- but I have to tell you something.” 

Hiromi felt his stomach fall to his ass.

Here it comes, he thinks, She’s about to tell me that I’m a really good guy, as a friend. 

“So I hope this isn’t a deal breaker but I’m already once divorced…finalized this week actually.” The last part comes out quiet. 

“Thank Christ.” 

You shot your head up at him, you almost wanted to laugh, "Excuse me?”

“Ah! no- I was just worried it was gonna be something else!” It’s either these drinks or you that’s making this man stupid, he decides it's probably both. 

“Like?”

“That you weren’t interested, rather that I was effectively getting friend zoned.” He sheepishly scratches the back of his head. 

“So you don’t care that I’m divorced?”

“No.” 

You laugh and it seems infectious as he does as well. 

Numbers are ultimately exchanged.

Going home that night you did the one thing you should have done long ago.

You block Satoru. 

🌻

It started as little coffee dates here and there. Soon came the stay at home dates, cuddling and watching movies on the couch, getting ‘terrible for you’ food delivered. 

You guys hadn’t put a name to it yet, you didn’t feel like you had too. You both knew that you were only interested in seeing each other. 

As for the other people in your lives, Hiromi’s coworkers knew, how could they not? They were there when you two met. Shimizu loves to make this known whenever she can.

Utahime knew and that was it, you could not have this get back to Satoru he hadn’t tried to contact you since blocking him 6 months ago and you did not need him thinking he had a reason to.

Now back to your sweet, tired lawyer.

This man was something else, you could count on one hand how many times Satoru had gotten you flowers and most were apology based. However with Hiromi, in the 6 month period of your relationship you had lost count. Sometimes a single flower he saw and picked for you or sometimes store bought bouquets. 

When you guys were apart he made sure to text you. Satoru could never. Small texts filled with care and kindness, making sure you ate, asking how you were doing, if you slept well. 

You think the thing you admired about him was that above all else: he listened.

Like really listened, he’d let you sit there and yap about an interest or vent about an annoyance. 

Gave input here and there, eyes on you the whole time like you were the most interesting thing on the planet. 

And in his mind you definitely were, you captivated him. Most days he woke up and thought of you and went to bed thinking of you. 

You had bathed the shades of grey he lived in with color. Shizu called it the honeymoon phase, maybe it was, but for the first time in a long time Hiromi Higuruma felt alive, like really alive. 

🌻

You’re perched in his lap, his hands gripping the plush fat of your thighs. Lips melded together in a very heated makeout session, movie long forgotten.

Making out and heavy petting was the farthest you two had gone. sometimes hands would drift down to each other's clothed sexes feeling and rubbing,you have made this poor man ruin several pairs of slacks but his fingers had also done the same to you but you two had done nothing past that. It was nice in a way, to go slow. 

He didn’t push, you felt he was there for your person not just for your body. 

Your fingers find their way into his dark brown hair, tugging and pulling. He gasps and you take that as an opportunity to slip your tongue into his mouth.

Hands that gripped your thighs slide their way to your ass, he squeezes hard. The sound you make in response has him feeling absolutely feral. 

Pulling away for breath, he takes this as an opportunity to go for your neck. Soft feather light kisses pepper the soft skin, so sweet, until it’s not. Feather light kisses turn into harsh sucks and bites, you tilt your head back to give him more access. 

He finds a particularly sensitive spot and attacks it, biting and sucking. You mewl and rock your hips against his, he groans into your neck at the friction.

You two get a good rhythm going, clothed sexes rubbing and grinding against each other. You would both be ashamed to admit that you could cum from this. 

“Fuck-“ you curse.

You’ve had enough, you need this man. 

Your hands go for his belt, he adjusts his position allowing you access. 

Just as your hands undo the clasp of the cold metal-

Your phone rings- 

A very distinct ring tone.

It’s your brother; Suguru.

Panic surges through you as you pull back, Suguru never calls, only when it’s serious.

Hiromi sees your panic, “Go ahead sweetheart.”

You give him an apologetic look reaching for your phone, not wanting to leave Hiromi’s warmth you stay perched in his lap.

“Su? You okay?” 

Hiromi’s close proximity allows him to hear both sides.

“It’s not Suguru.”

Your blood runs cold.

It’s Satoru and he has your brother's phone. 

Of course, they are best friends, you should have taken this into account that eventually something like this would happen. 

Gojo probably spun some story and tugged at your brothers heart strings.

“Gojo- what the hell- you can’t just-“

Hiromi’s grip tightens on you, he feels the anger with you.

Hiromi knows all too much about your ex-husband.

The neglect, the manipulation and most of all the cheating. Walking out on a pretty little thing like you in his mind is punishable by death. The way this man played with you and hurt you over and over beyond repair had him seething.

If he could use one word to describe the man it would be: 

Vile.

“Listen, I know, I’m sorry, I know this is wrong-“

“Then why are you doing it?” You huff.

“I found something of yours, your mothers photo album-“

“Then give it to Sugu and leave me the hell alone.” 

Hiromi brings his hand to your face, you lean into his palm, eyes softening as they meet yours. His look is sympathetic for you but carries the heat of rage for the man on the other end of the phone.

“There is something else too and I can’t give it to Suguru.”

You scoff.

“Please, just meet me at our spot, tomorrow, at 5, then I will leave you alone forever.”

“No Satoru, just give the album to Suguru and throw whatever the other thing is away, I don’t want it.”

“I won’t give the album to him, just you” 

The look of despair that hits your face fills the attorney you are sat upon with rage. How dare this slimy man use a family heirloom as leverage. 

Your mothers photo album, your dead mothers photo album. 

Hiromi would end up in handcuffs if Satoru Gojo was in front of him right now. 

He would need to be physically restrained.

“Fine, tomorrow-“

Hiromi starts to say your name but you clamp a hand over his mouth in panic. 

“Who was that? Are you with someone?!” 

“No, just the TV- tomorrow at 5, you better have it and then after that I never wanna hear from you again.”

With a huff you hang up the phone tossing it back down on the couch. 

You remove your hand from Hiromi’s mouth and then wrap both arms around his neck.

“I’m sorry we were interrupted like that-“

“I do not like this.” He states bluntly.

“I don’t either Hiro- but that album, I thought I had it but I guess I didn’t.” The way you choke up when you say it is agony to the lawyer.

“You will not be going alone.” 

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea.” You know what he’s implying.

“Permit me to be frank, but I’m not letting you meet your ex-husband in an undisclosed location alone.” He huffs and runs a hand over his face before continuing “because of my profession I’ve seen one too many of these “meetings” end…badly.” 

Your breath catches at the thought, would Satoru hurt you? 

You feel like you can’t leave it to chance

However, you are still verge on saying no, you don’t wanna drag this wonderful man into the depths of your past marriage. 

Hiromi sees your hesitation.

“I won’t say a thing, I promise, just let me be there.” He pleads “I won’t- I won’t even be close enough to hear anything, I just wanna be in the area, enough to see you, to make sure you’re safe.”

The lawyer actually pleads. The man who argues for a living is begging.

You nod.

“Thank you, sweetheart.”

“No, thank you Hiromi.” You murmur, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

🌻

The way your body went rigid at the sight of Satoru did not go unnoticed by Hiromi. Tightening his grip on your hand “We don’t have to do this.” 

The man had yet to notice you two, you could still turn back, write off the photo album as a loss. 

“I need too.” You whispered. 

“I understand.” 

You gave him a nod, stopping just short of the lamppost and entry way to the small bike path.

“Wait here please.”

“Just- be careful please, I’ll be right here if you need.” He squeezes your hand softly before letting go. 

You suck in a breath and walk towards the bench where your ex-husband sat. Sat next to him was indeed the very same album, he brought it, it wasn’t a lie after all.

His head shot up, he looked tired, somber even.

In just 6 months of the divorce being finalized the ever confident, egotistical Gojo family head looked- broken.

The evil part of your heart swelled. This is what he deserves for 6 years of hell he put you through. 

“Can I have the album, please?” You don’t recognize your own voice, it’s cold, heartless. 

Like you’re speaking to something subhuman.

He doesn’t say anything, just reaches the beside him, scooping the album up and handing it to you.

You go to turn and he panics. 

“Wait-“

Damn, though this would be easy, you think. 

“What?”

“I just- I want to talk.”

You scoff and snort “Really? Now? You wanna talk now?”

“I just I’ve had a lot time to think-“

“And you’ll have so much more, we are done here Gojo.”

He stands a little too quickly for your liking, you take two steps back.

“No, I just- I’m sorry, for everything, all of it.” 

This is fucking rich. 

“I appreciate that but it’s far too late.” 

He doesn’t say anything just looks you up and down. 

Oh how you’ve changed, you’ve gained weight, a healthy amount of it too. brighter, everything about you is brighter. 

Beautiful.

God, Satoru Gojo could weep. 

His gaze falls to your neck, eyes widening in abject horror. There’s a hickey, deep red and purple, recent, very recent.

“You’re seeing someone?”

Your hand goes to the spot on your neck, your hair having shifted enough for him to see it clear as day.

“Yes.”

“How long?”

A pause.

“6 months.” 

“What?! We’ve only been divorced that long!” His voice raises. 

“We were separated a year before that, Satoru.”

“THAT’S NOT THE POINT!”

You flinch at the volume.

Catching very, very unwanted attention. 

Well, unwanted for Satoru that is.

Hiromi is moving and moving fast.

Stopping just behind you. 

“Sweetheart, I think we should go.” The brunette says a hand coming to your shoulder. 

Satoru’s face twists up at the pet name, 

“Sweetheart? Are you serious? This guy is calling you sweetheart?” 

“Gojo stop.”

“Are we about to have a problem?” The voice from behind you is dangerous.

“Yeah, I think we are. Really? This guy? He looks like he’s 40!”

“Close, 38.” Hiromi corrects.

“We are done here.” You snap, turning to Hiromi fingers lacing with his.

Hiromi lets you lead him away. 

Gojo starts hurling insults every which way at the older man. 

One in particular has the lawyer stopping in his tracks. 

“Had to get yourself an old man with a limp dick so he wouldn’t step out on you, huh?” 

You watch Hiromi, he closes his eyes, breathes in deep, exhales and opens them again.

Self control. 

If it were different circumstances you would find this extremely hot- actually no you do find this extremely hot. 

“Hiromi-“

“I’m not- I’m a better man than that.”

You smile at him and you two began to walk away again. 

Gojo’s temper tantrum fading the further you got. 

🌻

He’s on you not even 2seconds after the door closes. Lips hot and bruising against yours, his grip like vice on your waist. It’s electric with the way your back meets the wall of the doorway.

Album having barely made it to the table next to the door.

Your hands fly to his already messy hair, one hand scratching the base of his neck while the other tangles in the short brunette strands. 

He growls at it, the sound does something to you that you don’t have brain power to analyze at the moment. 

You gasp when large hands slide up from your sides and over your breasts. Squeezing the fat, letting it overflow his fingers. The moan you give in return is swallowed by the opening of his mouth as he bullies his tongue into yours.

He pulls away only for the need to breathe.

“Stupid man.” He mumbled, pressing you hard between himself and the wall.

Pressing his forehead to yours

“Stupid boy.” He corrects “walking out on such a pretty thing like you and then getting upset when she moves on to a man.” 

The heat rushes to your core at the statement, the look in his eyes is low, dark, dangerous. 

“Please, sweetheart, let me show you what a real man is.”

Your eyes go wide and the wetness in your panties only increases.  

You intake a breath and nod embarrassingly enthusiastic. 

“Speak.” The command is in a cadence you have never heard from the man.

“Yes, I want this, want you.” Your hands fist in the lapels of his blazer. 

🌻

You don’t know how it happened so fast. The only items of clothing left between you two were his slacks and boxers, his slacks riding low on his narrow hips. 

Belt having long been discarded, zipper and button open, bulge fighting against the stretchy fabric of his Calvin Kliens. 

He had you completely bare and perched on the edge of the bed. 

You watch the man sink to his knees.

“I’m going to eat you out, and you’re gonna sit up and watch me the whole time.” 

Not asking but informing. 

The first contact of his tongue licking a wide fat strip from hole to clit already has you squirming. He dose this twice more before sucking your clit between his lips. Soft at first, careful, you couldn’t help but compare the two in the moments Satoru was never one to be the giver of oral and when he did it was rough and fast, uncaring, not listening for any sign of pleasure. 

Hiromi was methodical with it, applying experimental sucks and movements of his tongue. Looking for what you like, unashamed of exploring and learning what made you feel good.

It doesn’t take him long before he has the rhythm down, it’s devastating.

“Hah- Hiromi- so good.” You sound absolutely stupid. 

Combing your hands through his strands of brown locs, “Pull, hard.” Though the instruction is muffled by your mound you hear it loud and clear. 

Fisting his hair in between your fingers you pull, like you're trying to pull himself inside of you. The slight sting he feels in his scalp fuels the fire driving his tongue. He groans which sends vibrations through you. 

You grind yourself forward expirementally, clit catching the hook of his nose. You mewl at the contact doing it again and again. Effectively fucking his nose, a little embarrassing you think but the lawyer couldn’t disagree more. 

One of his hands moves from your thigh down his torso and into his boxers. He strokes himself at the same pace he is using on your clit. The notion that he is getting off on eating you out has you moaning his name. 

You’re getting close.

Very close.

“Hiromi, think I might cum soon.”

The increase in his pace is all the conformation you need, you let yourself get lost in the feeling. Chasing it.

“Hah- oh fuck- Hiro- never came like this before-“ you babble right as you hit your peak, pussy contracting around nothing.

He coasts you through it until you are over sensitive and pushing his head away. 

Panting,you let your body fall onto the mattress. The chuckle above your eyes tracking to the man in front of you. 

You trail his body and your soul almost leaves yours at the sight of him, lean but soft from age and  working in an office all day. Happy trail lead down to his cock, oh god his cock, he was big. 

You could tell through his pants every time you had palmed him through it that he was bigger than average but you didn’t know how truly hung he was. 

“My eyes are up here, you know.”

How long had you been gawking?

The sight of your cheeks turning red has him chuckling again.

Mean. 

He pumps himself a few times for show, thumb catching the bead of pre at the end of him. 

He crawls up your body, moving you and himself up the mattress until your head is comfortably rested on the pillows, hair splayed out on top of the soft fabric. 

“So pretty.” He murmurs before connecting his lips to yours. 

Soft, gentle, present.

Satoru was none of those things. Never would be. 

Forehead pressed against yours he reaches between you two, fisting his cock once more. Dragging the tip along your folds, collecting the ever growing amount of slick, coating himself. 

He teases you, letting his head stop just before your clit then going back down to just notch at you entrance. 

“Hiromi- please-“

“Please what?” He is absolutely evil with the smile that creeps on his features. 

“Fuck me- I need it- need you.” 

“Atta girl.” 

He sinks himself into you, slow, agonizingly so.

It steals the air from your lungs when he bottoms out, so big, almost too big. Again you find yourself comparing him to your ex, Satoru could never match up to this man. Hiromi is long, reaching depths you didn’t know you had, not as thick but with his length he didn’t need thickness. 

The slow rhythmic thrusts of his hips has you seeing stars, he kisses your cervix so nicely. You can’t help it when you rake your nails down his back as if to say faster in a silent language. 

He seems to understand and picks up the pacing until it’s almost brutal. Burying his face into your neck once more he groans as he sucks and bites harsh marks into your soft skin. He is very intent on giving you another mark to match the one on the other side of your neck. 

“Oh fuck- Hiro- so good, keep going.” 

Just as he moves to put your legs on his shoulders the vibration of you phone on the night stand halts him. 

“Ignore it, pr- probably just spam.” You grind you hips upward, he grunts at the friction. 

“It’s not, we both know that.” 

He is utterly sick and tired of this boy.

The man swipes your phone off the nightstand, inspecting the screen.

"Wow a new number, he is persistent.'

To your horror, Hiromi answers it, putting it on speaker too.

“She’s busy.” He grunts rocking into you hard. 

You open your mouth in a silent scream as he does it again and again. 

“No she isn’t, asshole, let me speak to MY wife.”

Hiromi barks out a laugh. 

“Your wife? She doesn’t look like your wife with the way she’s under me right now.” 

The gasp and string of curses on the other end of the line fills your stomach with fire, sweet, sweet revenge. 

You clench around him, Hiromi's possessiveness does nothing to quail the fire in your belly.

“Yeah right, let me speak to her, asshole.”

The evil grin plastered on Hiromi’s face is infectious with the way it’s spreading on to yours.

You choke out a moan as Hiromi starts to thrust harder. It’s not even exaggerated for show, he’s just devastating with the way he hits all the right spots. 

“Here you go Sweetheart, let him know you’re busy.”

"Don't fucking call her That!"

Hiromi chuckles, setting the phone down by your head, he goes to town on your poor pussy. Its brutal the way he hits your cervix over and over again, thick ring of cream forming at the base of his cock.

“Ah fuck- Hiro- slow down.” You cry. 

He only responds by folding you into a mean mating press. 

“See boy, she’s busy.” Hiromi grunts, pounding into you with so much force that you’re sure the wet plaps of skin on skin can be heard by Satoru on the other end. 

“You arrogant ass-“ Satoru is promptly cut off by your voice.

“Hah- deep Hiro, can feel you in my tummy.” You are absolutely gone, drunk off Hiromi and the revenge you’re taking out on your ex-husband. 

“Fuck- squeezing me pretty girl- not gonna last.”

“Close-“ is all you can respond with. 

“Seems you’re still here boy, haven’t learned yet have you? You know what, I think I’ll fill her up too. Just to really make it clear whose woman she is.” Only one word could the describe the man above you right now; Territorial.

With that the line goes dead. 

Satoru finally had enough. Hopefully forever.

You two exhale a laugh that is short lived by the pleasure enveloping you.

“Good, he doesn’t deserve to hear this anyway.”

Hiromi nuzzles his face into your neck, pacing becoming sloppy “Ah- sweetheart, can I?”

“Yes please, want it.” 

He groans coming apart when your own orgasm hits, squeezing and milking his cock of everything it has. 

Rutting and grinding his bulbous head against your poor abused cervix, he works you both through your highs. It might just be the hardest you have ever cum with the way your vision whites out at the edges, fingernails leaving crescent marks in the nape of his neck, ones of deep purple and blue. 

He lets your shoulders down gently, peppering kisses on your face, whispering sweet ‘Thank you’s with each press of his lips. 

He settles beside you pulling your back against his chest, rubbing soft circles on you shoulder.

“Hiro?”

He hums, eyes closed, on the edge of sleep.

“What are we?”

Eyes shoot open. He snorts. Loud. 

“Are you actually being serious right now?”

“Well I mean we never-“

“You are my girlfriend are you not? Have I been wrong this whole time?”

“Well, that’s presumptuous, considering you never asked me.”

“My bad, allow me to rectify this, will you be my girlfriend?”

“Hmmm, I’ll have to think about it.”

He pinches your arm.

“Hiro,ow, that’s mean, fine yes!” 

He soothes the spot on your arm and hums pleased with your answer. 

🌻He is a goof ball. Outside of the office he is generally lighter and funner to be around. He’s got dad jokes on deck. The humor is dryer than the Mojave tho

🌻Loves sweets, but cannot stand anything sour, like sour candies of any kind are just a no for him.

🌻He will never admit it, but he reverts into a giant baby when sick. He looks like he’s on death's door and acts like it too. To his credit he gets sick maybe once a year. He will absolutely deny the reality at first, thinking his throat is just scratching from talking too much in the courtroom. But in the end it hits him all at once like a big truck, a really big truck . He likes to joke that he’s saving it all up and cashing it in. You do not think this is funny.

“Hiro- you’re running a fever, what do you think you’re doing?” You chide, walking into the kitchen.

Damn, he thinks, I’m caught.

He really thought he could sneak his way out of bed and leave for the office without waking you.

He failed. Obviously.

All of his wheezing and coughing woke you up, the man could not move without igniting a coughing fit.

“I can go one more day, and my clients they-“

“Can talk to Shizu-“

“Well, yeah but I-“

“Need to go lay down.”

“Wow, you’d make a good lawyer.” He says dryly.

“You’re not even fully put together.”

His face twists “The hell does that mean?”

You scoff reaching into your pajama pocket, holding it between your thumb and index finger, you present to him:

His defense attorneys pin.

The one and only, you had swiped it on the dresser when coming out to confront him.

Hangdog eyes widen. He had completely forgotten to put it on, mind too foggy from the fever to remember.

He never forgets it.

Just as he steps forward for it the coughing fit starts.

Wet and then dry coughs racket his body.

It takes him a good 40seconds to settle again.

You raise an eyebrow. You are not amused.

“Bed?”

He sighs like an annoyed teenager, shrugging his blazer off his shoulders allowing it to rest on the dining chair.

“Anyone tell you you’d make a good lawyer?” He asks, giving you that bracketed goofy smile.

Yeah. Bed.

🌻Surprisingly his suits are inexpensive, they are still right around $300 but he refuses to go any higher than that. HOWEVER his shoes are something he will never skimp out on, he will happily buy a $500 pair of oxfords and go on his merry way, it’s a comfort thing, he noticed early on that the cheaper loafers are not comfortable and if he’s gonna be grumpy from work in general his shoes shouldn’t add to it.

🌻He’s into video games, has a gaming PC just never really gets the time to enjoy it everyday. He’s really into Diablo 2, WOW classic and Baldurs Gate 2. On some weekends very few and far in between as a little treat he’ll have some beer(s) and play for a little (this actually just turns into a whole day affair but he will never admit it, he’s a bit ashamed) He forgets to eat when this happens, it’s a little concerning but we let him be. He deserves it.

🌻he’s a minimalist but he does have a closet of stuff or “junk” as he refers to it of stuff he cannot part with. Like stuff from his childhood and keepsakes given to him

🌻His mother passed away in his mid twenties. His father is still around. They talk once in a while but aren’t super close but he would drop everything on a dime if his dad needed him.

🌻Wouldn’t admit it but he does have a slight dependency on alcohol, not enough to hurt his career or his loved ones but he is definitely drinking, drinking on the weekends and having a couple of drinks a night during the work week. It takes the edge off a feeling he’s been finding himself chasing more and more as of late.

🌻While it is a blessing in the courtroom he often forgets the speaking matter-of-fact and bluntly like he does isn’t always well perceived in social circles especially when feelings are involved. Some of his friends say it’s insensitive, some say it’s a good trait. He’s referred to as the level headed one of the group.

🌻HE HAS FRIENDS!! He’s just very busy and is bad at replying but they all understand it and give him grace.

🌻Sees Shimizu as a younger sister and is very, very protective of her. You better watch the way you speak to her.

🌻Shimizu doesn’t bring guys home to dad, she brings them to the office to Hiromi.

“Well, what did you think of him?!” Shimizu beams, hands clasped together in hope.

“I don’t like him.”

She deflates.

“Of course you don’t.” rolling her eyes “What’s wrong this time?”

“He seems too immature, you keep picking these little college boys, who don’t know a single thing about respect, he just looks like trouble. ” The way he says it makes Shimizu want to throw the binder of case notes in her hand at him.

A beat passes.

“He also couldn’t keep his hands to himself.”

She stifles a laugh at that one.

“Higuruma, of course I’m finding college guys, I’m 25- and still in college.”

He doesn’t say anything, continuing to flip through the client binder on his desk, absentmindedly reaching for the can of black coffee.

Unsatisfied with his lack of response, she says the unthinkable.

“Fine I’ll just find an older guy, like a 45 or something.”

Hiromi chokes on his coffee.

“Absolutely not!” It comes out stricter than he meant it to.

“Everyone is either too old or too young! Make up your mind!”

“If I had it my way you wouldn’t date until you were my age.”

“Pfff, what are you my dad?”

“I’m starting to feel like it, with the way you bring men ‘home’ to meet me.” He grumbles, typing something on his keyboard.

“I- just trust your judgment.” The admission is quiet, cuts right through him.

He couldn’t place the feeling with a better word other than honored. He felt honored to have her trust like that.

He tries to hide the way his features soften, he knows she catches it.

To save face he hardens his visage again.

“My opinion still stands. I don’t like him.”

She huffs a sigh.

“You’re right, I’m probably just gonna block him.”

“For the best.”

🌻When becoming a sorcerer he takes the loss of Shimizu extremely hard. He feels as if he’s failed her. The guilt he feels over traumatizing her the way he did eats him and will until the day he dies. He would even say the guilt he feels over her is bigger than the guilt he feels over taking the lives of the judge and prosecutor.

🌻He keeps up with her life, not in a creepy way, but he keeps his social media (that she forced him to make) just to keep up with her and make sure she is well. Sometimes though when he has had too much to drink he will open up their messages and re-read them. He ends up in tears at the end every time……she never unadded him off anything either which he can’t tell is a blessing or curse.

🌻He doesn’t need alcohol to cry when he sees her wedding photos posted to her facebook page. Stray tears running down his face at the sight of her, Shimizu looked so beautiful and happy, it tore him to pieces, he wished he could have been there. To see her walk down the aisle, to dance with her. He sees a couple of days later her last name changes from Shimizu to her husband's but she’ll always be Shizu to him.

🌻Has a full blown breakdown when he sees that not even a full year later that she had finished her law degree. Sobbing and choking alone in his dingy apartment. Shamelessly saves a picture of her in her cap and gown, he doesn’t care how creepy it may seem, he’s having it framed. He is so unbelievably proud of her, but at the same time dread fills him, seeing her comment below that she is becoming a criminal defense attorney. He’s terrified that she will be ripped apart and destroyed like he was, he almost wants to finally unadd her just so he can’t see it happen. He doesn’t though, he feels if he did it would be like losing her forever.

Nsfw/Relationship.

🌻Hiromi is just like any other person in the world, he masturbates. He would say it’s a normal amount, once a day or maybe every other day. He’d be ashamed to admit when you walk into the picture the frequency definitely increases even before the relationship begins.

🌻He’s definitely queer, he doesn’t really find the time to analyze it more in depth. He has a rough outline of it though, either Pan or Bi he’s settled on. He’s had encounters with men and non-binary people before. Not very well versed in the community but definitely belongs somewhere in it.

🌻A switch with preferences, he likes to dom with female partners and sub with male partners. However he will switch it up depending on what the other party is interested in.

🌻When first entering the relationship Hiromi wouldn’t really know how to act. It has been so long since he’s had something like this, it feels foreign. You navigate it together, it’s bumpy at first.

🌻Hiromi is huge with communication so you don’t have to worry there at all. He is a firm believer of never going to bed angry with each other; he'd rather stay up all night working/hashing it out than going to bed and wondering and thinking the worst.

“I’m just saying, don’t be right on top of me when I get through the door.”

You didn’t think you had done anything wrong, greeting him when he walked in, going in for a hug just to have it thrown back at you.

Naturally you point out how rude he was being and it escalated from there. You two had been going at this for a good thirty minutes now.

“Ugh, just drop it, Hiro.” You say, hands going up in defeat “I think I’m just gonna stay at my place for the night, we can talk about it tomorrow.”

Turning toward the couch you grab you coat slipping it over your shoulders

This fight is stupid anyway. You thought.

Well not stupid you were still fairly upset, he snapped at you when all you were trying to do was love him and it hurt you.

You just wanted the arguing to stop for the night.

Trying to argue with a lawyer felt pointless and you were getting extremely tired of the way he was treating this like a courtroom.

You move to grab your bag and finally catch a glimpse of his face, anger and frustration completely gone from his features. He looked pale, almost scared.

He spoke your name, it was soft and quiet almost like he didn’t know if he was allowed to say it or not.

“I don’t want you to leave.”

“Hiro, I just think we are both really tired and need a night apart, I’ve been here since Wednesday, we are probably just getting on each other's nerves.”

The fact you were so willing just to leave and the way you threw your hands up like you were surrendering scared him. Like you two were no longer having a discussion like it had become some sort of war to win.

“No.”

“Hiromi-.”

“I don’t want you to leave and go home thinking that I hate you or that your affection bothers me.” He gently takes the bag from your hands, setting it back down on the couch.

“I should have been nicer, I apologize for that….I’m just really tired.” The last part came out quiet almost like he didn’t want to admit it.

He was tired, so so tired.

Too tired to realize he had taken it out on you and then proceeded to escalate it to the point you wanted to leave.

That scared him.

Your face softened. “And I’m sorry for making you feel overwhelmed as soon as you walked in the door, it wasn’t my intention.”

Nodding he pulled you into his chest, you inhale his scent, immediately relaxing into him.

Getting the hug you wanted all along.

“I never want us to leave or go to bed when we are upset with one another.”

You nodded in agreement, tightening your hold on him.

You two stood there for a moment before you began to giggle.

Hiromi pulled back and looked down at you, eyebrow raising inquisitively.

“All of this could have been avoided if you just hugged me like this earlier.” You helplessly giggle at the irony.

“Oh shut up.” He grunts, trying to stifle his own laughter.

🌻Physical intimacy is also rough at first, you always have to initiate. When you had brought the issue up, he about had a heart attack when you said “I just feel like you don’t want me like that.”

Oh it was quite the opposite. He wanted you in all the ways that would make a nun faint.

Now, you two have had sex before, it was nice, sweet and soft. Hiromi never wanted to cross a line with delving into anything “rougher” and he would always let you initiate.

He feared scaring you off with his kinks.

He wanted to grab and paw at you all over all of the time if he could.

You made him feel like a sleezey, horny college kid.

Which is very inconvenient for a 36yo defense attorney.

He wanted to see how many ways he could bend and position your body.

Manhandle you.

Leave hand prints behind, sooth them with his mouth after words.

Saying soft, sweet praises to you while doing so.

He wanted to see how much you could take.

He wanted complete control of your orgasm.

He wants to edge you until you cry, to circle your clit with his tongue just the way you like and just when you are about to cum he’d stop.

He wanted to watch the tears rundown your face as he drilled his cock into you. He wanted you to beg for more, babble at him because it feels so good, to hear you whimper and scream.

You are a beautiful, competent woman and he wanted to fuck you stupid.

“You have no idea-“ he cut himself off.

The way you furrow your brows and tilt your head at him has his cock twitching in his pants.

You really have no idea what you do to this man.

“I do want you like that, I just don’t know if I can control myself- rather I fear doing something or acting a certain way that upsets you.”

Your eyes widened at the admission, this whole time the man had been fighting to keep his hands off of you.

That’s so hot. Is all you can think.

“Whatever you want to do to me, I want it.” Your voice lowered.

With the way his heart rate picked up he swore it was echoing off the walls.

“Sweetheart-“

“I’m serious, Romi, whatever you want, I can take it.”

With a heavy sigh he stood up from the couch, pulling his tie loose before stepping in front of you.

A switch flipped.

“Fine then. Kneel.”

🌻He definitely carries an old fashioned way about him. He is the kind of guy to carry your bag for you, open doors for you, hold the umbrella. He had a specific thing when it came to the sidewalk, you walk on the inside, no excuses. That alone always had you blushing, such a casual way to say that he cared but it was so loud it was deafening, and he had no idea the effect it had on you.

🌻He does not care about the stigma of a woman’s period. He will run out and get you whatever products you need, has the exact brand saved in his notes app. Will proudly walk right up to the check out counter with no other item in his hand, he doesn’t need a cover.

🌻Period sex, It doesn’t gross him out in the slightest.

“Hiro- are you sure? I don’t want you to feel like you have to-“

“I want to.” Short and to the point.

He coaxes you on your back and hovers over your body, careful not to put his full weight anywhere, he knows you’re sensitive right now.

“I just wanna make you feel good.” He murmurs, pressing his lips to yours.

Hands running up and down your sides not trying to feel for his own enjoyment but to sooth your aching body.

“Do you want it? I read that an orgasm can help cramping and pressure- not to say I’m trying to sway you-“

You giggle at him, so attentive yet so nervous.

“Yes, I want you to make me feel good.”

He’s so slow with it, he doesn’t wanna hurt you.

It’s so sweet and endearing.

Makes you cum with just his fingers circling your clit first and then eases his fingers into you slowly. He’s so gentle until you start asking for more, then he gives it to you.

“Hiromi, please if you don’t put it in me soon I will die.” You huff, squirming in his grip.

He chuckles, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

So impatient, he thinks.

“I just wanna make sure you’re ready, I don’t wanna hurt you.” He says so sweetly like he isn’t curling his fingers into that one spot that is extra sensitive due to your time of the month.

“It’s okay, please, ready.” You pant.

He slots himself between your legs, cock in hand, giving himself lazy strokes.

Feeling himself notch himself at your entrance, you feel a slight panic.

No condom?

“Wait, shouldn’t you wear a condom? it’s probably gross.”

He scoffs, not at you but at the way you have been conditioned to believe that a period is gross.

“Relax please, let me take care of you, don’t worry about stuff like that, it’s not gross.”

You have no room to argue as he’s pushing himself in you.

Not all at once, slowly.

If you didn’t know he was doing it to be sweet and considerate you would think he was doing it to torture you.

“Fuck, Hiro, faster already.”

“So needy.” He tuts but listens to your request.

You grind your hips up to meet his. You need all of him all at once in every way possible.

Every time your hips meet, breathy moans and grunt escape your lips in tandem.

Getting absolutely lost in each other.

His intrusion is easing the dull ache in your belly and building up a new one of a different kind.

Nuzzling his face into your neck planting sloppy kisses in the junction between your shoulder and neck.

With the way his hips stutter you can tell he’s just as close as you are.

“Hiro, gonna make me cum again.”

He quickly brings his fingers down to your clit, rubbing tight, fast circles on the swollen bud.

The extra stimulation has you squirming against him, it’s not long before your walls are squeezing him so unforgivingly.

“Tight- squeezing me-not gonna last.” He goes long enough to work you through the rest of your orgasm before hitting his own. Burying himself to the hilt he spills into you, grinding against your poor sore cervix.

The twinge of pain only prolongs your pleasure.

Feathers light kisses pepper your shoulder, sweet “Thank you”s murmured after each one.

Lifting his head he presses his clammy forehead against yours

“I love you.”

“I want ice cream.”

Both said at the same time, he laughs out loud.

“Oh and that too I guess.” You add, red creeping up your cheeks.

He gives you that goofy smile before pressing his lips to yours.

“That too, I guess.” He mocks getting up.

“You better have ice cream when you come back!”

🌻Being the huge empath he is seeing his partner in any sort of pain absolutely guts him. It’s almost unbearable. He feels like he needs to make it right, anything to get you to stop hurting. If it’s someone they will be hearing from him. If it’s something he will not leave your side looking for something to remedy the discomfort. If he’s at work it’s constant communication, maybe even sitting on the phone with you. Anything to make you feel better and in all honesty to ease his mind too.

🌻This man is kinky. Extremely. Under the suit and tie lies something ferocious. His big 3 are Orgasm Control, Breeding, and Impact Play. He can explain the 1st and 3rd but the 2nd is a mystery to him, he never thought he wanted children but the thought of filling you up and having you swollen with his baby gets him hard. Now he is still responsible, you both are, you’re on the pill. For now.

🌻He’s such a selfless lover, in every sense of the word. Always you before him in every way. His love language is acts of service, making sure you are taken care of the way you need. Not in an overbearing way but he’s making sure your necessities around the house are stocked up. You always wake up to a water bottle placed by your side of the bed and a note that reminds you to stay hydrated and that there is coffee waiting for you in the kitchen. He finds the time to text you making sure you have eaten and if you are well.

As I said, I cannot stop writing for this man! I need more Higuruma writers to come out of the shadows! This tired, depressed, hangdog eyed sunflower man has really done something to my creativity!

Thanks for reading!

-Lee

Marriage isn’t always sunshine and rainbows, it was never meant to be. It’s about push and pull, good and bad, 50/50. 

That’s what you remind yourself of daily as of late.

Normally, Hiromi would be the one dressing your son Leelyn for school while you made breakfast and packed lunches but for the last 3 to 4 months it’s been all you for both morning and night routines. Hiromi was facing a big if not the biggest trial of his career which meant early, early mornings and late, late nights.

At first you adjusted very well, being the super mom and stay at home wife you needed to be but as week 7 or 8 rolled around you started to feel it. Burnout, you felt selfish, like a terrible mom and wife for feeling the way you did but moments where you could sneak in time for yourself and or you and Hiromi were becoming few and far in between.

Get up. Feed and dress your son. Pack lunches. See your boys off. Chores, chores and more chores. Dinner. Shower and put your son to sleep. Repeat.

Hiromi in every sense of the word was unavailable.

The parts of you that want to ask for a little bit of his help and time get drowned out when you see him hunched over his desk in his home office or when you see he’s put his phone on do not disturb.

The phone really irked something within you. What if you needed him for an emergency? Was he doing that specifically to silence you?

You try to not let yourself get too far with that line of thinking but it’s there in the back of your mind.

Saturday rolls around and Leelyn could not be any more excited, Saturdays meant the park down the road and seeing his new best friend Ymir. You enjoyed it too, you became fast friends with Ymir’s dad Ty, a stay at home parent just like you, it was a good time all around. The kids would play while You and Ty talked and talked about everything and nothing. Venting about this and that, he had become a real outlet for you the past couple of months.

“Leelyn, shoes please!” You call behind you as you make your way to Hiromi’s office.

You knock once before pushing it open, Hiromi turns his chair to you. He looked rough to say the least and it broke your heart but then you felt that sting of resentment zap you again. You were tired too, so tired and missing everything about your husband and father of your son, it was so unfair.

“We’ll be off here in a few minutes, sure you don't wanna come?” You step closer to him to run your hand through his hair, he closes his eyes and leans into it.

“I’m sorry sweetheart, I can’t, we are so close on this I can feel it.” His eyes drift from you to his laptop on his desk. 

You don’t inquire, you just nod your head and lean down to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. He however isn’t satisfied with that and before you know it you’re perched on his lap, hands tight on your waist. It didn’t hit either one of you until that moment how long it had been since you two had done anything of this nature. 

His lips met yours hard and feverish, you melted into his grasp hands coming around his neck and into his hair. He groans when you scratch your nails into his scalp, he rocks your hips against his and you feel it, he’s hard and unmistakably so.

Just before he can rock your hips against him again his phone rings, you two pull away from each other with a frustrated groan. His shoulders slumped leaning his head back against his chair as he reached for it. Scanning the screen he then looks at you with eyes that of a kicked puppy, he has to answer, it’s Shimizu.

“It’s okay.” You whisper getting off of him.

He answers and as you exit the room he mouths a “I love you.” which earns him a smile and nod from you. 

It’s not okay.

_

Arriving at the park your eyes meet Ty’s instantly, same spot, same bench, same time, the consistency of it felt good, safe.

“Hey you!” He greets, waving you over.

 Leelyn, having already spotted Ymir on the playground, abandons you immediately.

“How are you?” He wastes no time asking as you take your seat.

“I’m doing fine.”  Your poor attempt at masking your somberness does not go unnoticed.

“I know that look, what's wrong, what did Ace Attorney do now?” You know its joke but part of it doesn’t sit right with you though you let it slide.

Ty’s just trying to lighten the mood, right?

You let out a small sigh, “It’s nothing he did more of what we didn’t get to do.”

Ty cocks his head not understanding before his eyes widen, an “Oh.” dropping from his lips.

You nod your head in defeat, “Just as we started to get somewhere his phone rang.”

“Ouch, and he answered it?”

“He answered it.” You confirm that pang of resentment hitting you again, you hated it. 

“Been there.” Ty sighs, giving you a sympathetic look.

“I feel so horrible for being upset I just-”

“You shouldn’t feel upset for wanting your partner.”

That statement hit like a ton of bricks.

“Thanks, Ty.” It was quiet, somber.

“Alright, Alright, subject change. Ymir really wants to make breakfast for dinner after we leave here and the wife is out of town. You and Lee should join, hell even invite Ace Attorney.”

You can’t help the smile that comes to your lips, it sounds fun.

“Yeah, that sounds great, let me see if I can get ahold of Hiromi real quick, hopefully I can convince him to come out of his cave.” You joke, standing and walking to a nearby tree for some privacy.

You frown when you open your text thread with Hiromi.

This User Has Notifications Silenced.

You frow your brows, his phone rang earlier, maybe it really was just you he had silenced.

A pang of rage hits you, Shimizu can have direct access to your husband but you can’t?

You don’t even bother calling, you just type a quick message and hit send.

Hey, Ty invited us over for dinner, you can come if you want, if not just let me know if you want me to bring you anything or if you want me to make you something when I get home.

A part of you felt like an ass for wording it that way, it felt petty but it was truly how you felt at the moment. 

Come if you want, don’t if you don’t.

Sliding your phone back in your pocket you make your way back to Ty.

“Ace Attorney will probably not be joining us.” You sigh, retaking your seat.

“Ah, bummer but that’s okay, you can just bring some home for him.”

You nod and you two carry on, watching the kids and talking.

__

Ty reached the front door first, “It may be a little messy, Inviting you two was very impromptu.”

You chuckle and shake your head, “I promise you nothing compares to Lee’s bedroom on any given day.”

“If you say so.” Ty rolls his eyes unlocking the door and pushing it open.

Walking in you scoff, it’s immaculate.

“You’re such a drama queen.” You tease, setting your bag down on the dining room table.

“Am not!” He feigns hurt walking over to the adjacent wall and flipping the light on.

Dinner kicks off without a hitch, the kids are having just as much fun as you two are. Making shapes with the pancake batter and giggling when they don’t turn out the way they had imagined.

This was nice.

So nice you hadn't even thought about your phone since you texted Hiromi.

Dinner winds down, the kids are watching a movie in the living room while you and Ty clean up the kitchen.

“Did he ever text you back?” Ty asks as you hand him another dish to dry.

Oh shit.

“I hadn’t even looked.” You dry your hands and pull out your phone.

Opening the text thread you see you’ve been left on read, your heart clenches, that's new.

Read at 7:03.

5 minutes after you had sent it.

He always answers.

Even if it wasn’t right away, he always answers. 

Your frown is immediately caught by Ty.

“What's up?” He asks, concern lacing his voice as he steps closer looking over your shoulder.

He reads the screen and sighs.

“I’m sorry, but that's not okay.” He says setting his towel down on the counter.

“I’m sure he’s just busy-”

Ty shakes his head, “Stop defending his behavior, you know that’s not okay.”

You set your phone on the counter laying it face down. sighing, you bury your face in your hands. 

the push and pull is starting to feel like it’s pulling your limbs apart while pushing your head farther under the water.

Soft hands coming to your waist has you snapping your head up.

Ty is close, too close.

He’s so warm, but it’s so, so wrong.

He speaks your name, it’s wrong, it’s not like Hiromi at all.

Ty is the exact opposite of Hiromi in every way possible. Sandy blonde hair that curls with light hazel eyes, he’s not as tall as him either, not built the same, not the same.

Wrong.

“Stop excusing his actions or lack there of.” Ty’s breath is hot against your ear.

You shiver at it, contact you’ve been pining for is being given to you and your body can’t help but respond. Your mind is quick to remind you it’s not from your husband and it brings bile to the back of your throat.

“He’s just busy.” You whisper out, tears prick at your eyes.

“I’d never do that to you.” He breathes, bringing his lips to the corner of your mouth pressing a soft kiss there.

You gasp, bracing your hands on his chest and pushing him back, he doesn’t fight, he steps back quickly.

“I- Ty, I don’t- We can’t- I love my husband.” You babble, tears spilling from your eyes.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-”

“We have to go, Ty, I’m sorry.” You sob, grabbing for your phone and bag.

You quickly scrub the tears from your face.

Hastily you make your way around him, he calls your name just as you call for your son.

Out the door in seconds, holding it together for the sake of Leelyn.

“Mommy? You okay?” The 6 year old asks.

“Yes baby, Mommy’s just tired.”

You mentally facepalm, what kind of excuse is that? 

Making your way down the street the nausea grows in intensity as you approach your home.

“Go ahead and go in baby, mommy just needs a minute, try not to bother daddy, can you do that?” you're shaky, voice cracking 

The little boy nods before heading in. 

Only when do you hear the soft click of the door do you lose it. Tears coming down in fat globs, you feel like you can’t breathe.

What have I done?

Was this cheating? You let him touch you and you didn’t stop him until his lips were on you?

Your thoughts are jumbled and running fast, too fast.

Do I tell him?

That thought alone causes your breathing to change, you’re hyperventilating. You pace back and forth trying to even your breath out, you have to go in soon, you can’t spend the whole night out here can you?

Hiromi is most likely still awake.

I have to tell him. Tonight? No. I don’t know?

Before you know it you’re hyperventilating again. Your legs feel weak, you feel like you might collapse.

“Sweetheart?”

You stop dead in your tracks, your breathing halts completely.

Caught.

You turn to your husband, He sucks in a breath at your state, at your side within seconds.

As soon as he makes contact you lose it again, sobbing and choking.

“Woah, wait, what’s wrong?” His concern just amplifies the tightness in your throat, the panic.

All you can do is look up at him, the expression on his face does nothing to calm you.

One of worry and love.

You start hyperventilating once more, choking and coughing. 

Hiromi gives up on trying to get anything out of you here, guiding you into the house.

Your son is on the couch, you try not to look at him

“I’m sorry mommy, you just looked so sad, so I got daddy to help you.”

The 6 year old meant well but it did nothing to calm you in fact the sweet gesture ripped a sob from your throat. 

“Leelyn, room please.” Hiromi instructs, it’s firm, no room for arguing.

“Make mommy feel better.” 

No room for argument. He gets it from his dad. 

“I will son, don’t worry, room please.” 

The little boy nods and scurries into his room, closing the door behind him.

You’ve calmed down somewhat, you’re just silent now, tears still rolling down your red cheeks. Hiromi can’t tell if this is an improvement or not, he guides you to your shared room.

Sitting you on the bed he kneeling in front of you, large hands come to your thighs, rubbing soothing circles.

What is meant to be a loving gesture makes you feel sick to your stomach.

“Talk to me. Please.”

You stare at him for a minute, where do you even start? 

Will he get mad? Will he get up and leave? 

He’s a lawyer who could draw up divorce papers in his sleep if he wanted to.

“I’m sorry, Hiro.” You choke out, a little sob leaving your lips.

“You’re going to have to elaborate.” It’s matter-of-fact, it grounds you.

“I- Ty- He- I’m sorry.”

His grip tightens on your thighs, “What did he do?” The air around you stands still, his voice is low, in a cadence you have never heard before. 

It’s dangerous.

“He tried to kiss me, well he kind of did kiss me, I don’t know... but I pushed him off, I’m sorry Hiro- ” You are sobbing again as your gaze immediately drops to your lap, shame is all you can feel.

“Stop.”

Deafening silence, you feel like your heart is about to stop completely.

You can’t help thinking that your marriage is over, done. 

“Hiro-I”

“What a pathetic excuse for a man, touching what’s not his.”

“Hiromi, I’m so sorry.”

“Stop apologizing, explain to me exactly what happened.”

You lost it again, blabbering about the whole situation head to tail. Blabbering about how you should have pushed him away sooner and how wrong he felt touching you and how much you wished it was Hiromi touching you like that. You continued your rambling begging your husband not to leave you and that you’ll never speak to Ty again. 

You were so unbelievably unraveled and devastated. 

It broke your husband's heart.

Hiromi’s hands never left your thighs, his expression softening.

“Sweetheart.”

You stopped mid sentence, a shaky sob leaving your throat.

“Firstly, I am not leaving you, let’s get that out of the way.”

The relief almost makes you pass out. 

It feels like blood rushing back into all of your limbs like they had been without circulation for too long. 

“However.”

You still, knowing that tone all too well. 

He stands, turning his back to you just long enough to lock the door.

It’s predatory how he makes his way back to you, stalking prey. 

“I think I’ll use this as an opportunity to give my pretty little wife the attention she’s been so deprived of.” 

You don’t even get a chance to respond before he’s kissing you with a fervor you had never seen from him before. He isn’t polite with the way he bullies his tongue into your mouth, you don’t fight him for dominance, you wouldn’t win anyway.

You whine into his mouth and he pushes you on to you back, maintaining his skillful assault on your mouth the whole way. 

He settles between your legs and it’s not long before he’s grinding his clothed cock against you. 

He pulls away long enough to yank your shirt over your head, once it’s up and over his mouth is on your neck.

Biting and sucking.

Hands coming up to your bra yanking it down to expose your hardened nipples to the cool air of the room. 

You mewl as he begins to squeeze a breast in one hand and pinch the nipple of the other.

His abuse of the soft skin of your neck only increases. 

“Hiromi, the marks.” You whimper. 

He pulls away and lets out a breathy laugh against your skin. 

“Oh no sweetheart, I’m going to let everyone know whose wife you are.”  his tone has your panties damping impossibly so. 

You can’t help but grind your hips against his in response.

“Oh you like that? You like showing everyone that you’re mine?”

You pant and nod, you feel like you can’t speak like you don’t have enough air in your lungs for it.

“Out loud, say it.”

A harsh pinch to your nipple follows.

“Y-yes I want everyone to know who I belong to.”  It comes out so desperate, so needy. 

“Good girl.” 

Reattaching his lips to yours, his hands go to the button and zipper of your pants.

You don’t know how he got them and your panties off so fast. 

You don’t have time to continue that line of thought before he has his fine long fingers are circling your clit. He’s being slow with it, enough pressure to have you feeling good but not enough to get you anywhere anytime soon. 

You make a particularly embarrassing keening noise, moving your hips against his hand to gain more friction. 

“Stay still or I stop.” 

The way you listen to him will always amaze him, your hips cease and you exhale a breathy whine. He decides to reward you for this with just a little increase in his pace. 

“Hiro.”

He trails kisses down your body and it feels like lava with each press of his lips. Giving one last kiss to your naval he settles between your legs. 

He removes his fingers from your clit; the sudden lack of friction forces a frustrated huff from your lungs. 

The frustration doesn’t last very long as he’s sucking your clit between his lips and shoving two fingers into your needy heat. 

It rips a broken moan from your lungs, you back arching from so much stimulation at once.

“Greedy girl, so impatient.” He tuts, but it comes out muffled by your mound. 

He works your clit skillfully, curling his fingers inside your walls. It doesn't take him long to find that spot that has you rolling your eyes into the back of your head.  

Your hands find their way to his hair tugging and pulling on the short strands, pulling him impossibly closer.

“Hiro…”

“I know Angel, give it to me.” 

It’s not long before you do, your orgasm is hot, white and waaaaaay overdue.

He works you through the after shocks until you're over sensitive. 

“Hah- Hiro, no more.”

He chuckles and ceases, rising up your body again he places a kiss on your lips. It's short and sweet and tastes like you.

Your hands immediately scramble to the top button of his shirt, between the work of both your hands it finds itself tossed on the floor with the rest of your clothing. 

You go for his belt but he swats your hands away taking a moment to admire the cute little pout that comes across your face. 

He makes it a show, slowly unbuckling his belt, you can’t help to think he’s being evil in this moment. 

With the way your head was swimming at the moment the only word you could use to describe it was: Torture. 

Cruel and unusual even. 

He stops once his button is undone and his zipper is pulled down. 

You whine in frustration. 

“Ask me.”

Horrible man. 

You huff, that very same pout he was admiring earlier returning. 

“You know I’ll give it to you, you just have to ask.” He reaches down and grips himself through his slacks, showing you exactly how big and hard he is through the fabric. 

You swallow your pride, your need for you husband is much bigger and furious compared to it anyway. 

“Please, Hiro? I need you to fuck me.”

“Good girl.”

He lets his pants and boxers fall to his ankles before kicking them to the other discarded clothes. 

Slotting himself  between your legs, he takes his time running his hands up and down your body, squeeze and pawing at your soft flesh. Mapping it out, committing you to memory like he’s touching you for the first time again. 

One hand settles on your hip while the other one grips his length. He pumps himself a few times, groaning at the friction. He notches himself at your entrance, pushing in, to the hilt. 

You both groan at the feeling. 

“Hah- it’s been too long.” He breathes, laying his body over yours.

His pace is slow, really enjoying the feeling of your body against his. 

He brings his lips back to yours and it’s not long before the slow and sensual kiss turns more heated.

You nibble at his lower lip, this earns you a moan from the attorney which you greedily swallow. 

He whimpers as you purposefully clench around him.

Your modicum of dominance doesn’t last very long as his hips pick up a fast harder pace. He brings a hand up to your head fisting itself into your hair. 

He shifts his angle which has him hitting a new spot that you weren’t aware of. 

“Oh-hah- right there, keep going.” You don’t recognize your own voice, you sound so pathetic. 

“Can I get a please out of that mouth, sweetheart?”

“P-please?”

“There we go, good girls say please when asking for something.”

He punctuates the remark by hitting said spot harder. 

“Might cum soon, Romi’, feel you in my tummy.” You whine, you sound brain dead.

You can feel it, the shit eating grin curling on his lips as they are pressed against your neck. 

“Already, sweetheart? My my, has my poor girl been missing me that much?” 

You moan as if to say yes, but we all know how that works out for you. 

He stills. 

You think you may start crying. 

“Words.” He bites into your neck lightly.

“Y-yes! I’ve missed you so much, please.” 

Your patheticness seems to please him and he moves again at break neck pace.

Your nails claw down his back as he hits that one spot over and over with his thick head. The delicious sting running through you every time he hits your poor abused cervix.

You’re so close, the way your body starts to shake and your jaw goes slack. 

Not only can he feel it, he can see it.

All feeling is lost when he does the unthinkable.

He pulls out.

You look up at him like you're about to cry. 

You couldn’t tell if it’s the sweat or a tear running down your cheek. 

“Oh sweetheart, it’s okay, turn over for me yeah?” 

You do as instructed with his help.

He puts you exactly how he wants you, face down ass up.

He’s back in you within seconds of taking this new position and whatever sweetness was held when he spoke to you is gone. 

His hand comes to the back of your neck, holding you down while the other remains gripped on your hip.

He’s rutting and grinding into you hard, making sure your cervix feels it every time. 

“So fucking pretty like this.” He rasps out, fisting his fingers in your hair.

“He’ll never get to see you like this.” The tone carries the same cadence as earlier.

Dangerous.

Possessive. 

His words have your head spinning and your pussy clenching tighter around him.

He grunts, tugging you body up against his chest, hand releasing your hair and wrapping around your neck. He doesn’t squeeze but it’s firm enough to hold you up against him. 

“I should put another baby in you.” 

That felt like a zap to your entire nervous system.

Your whimper is choked but your pussy lets him know exactly how you feel about that. 

“Yeah sweetheart? Should I put another baby in you?”

You try to nod but this earns you a squeeze to your throat.

“Sweetheart. Speak when spoken to, last warning.”

That’s 3, you’re on thin ice.

“Yes, please I-“

Your whine is cut off by him picking up his pace in a devastating way. 

Hard.

Fast.

Primal.

“Yeah, put another baby in you, I wanna see his face when you start to show, let him see how full my pretty little wife is of me.” 

He is almost babbling. 

“Hiro-“

“I know sweetheart, cum for me.” 

The hand gripping your hip moves down to your clit, skillful fingers rubbing tight fast circles over the abused puffy nub have you falling over the edge.

Your orgasm may just be the hardest hour ever felt. Your husband works you through it helping you ride out the after shocks.

It’s not long before he’s chasing his high. 

Face buried in your neck, unable to control his groans. 

Hips taking a brutal uneven rhythm.

The thought of getting you pregnant has him feeling and acting animalistic. He’s almost shocked at his behavior, he’s never felt the need to mark you like this, to show others around you that you're his.

By breeding you. 

He thinks that having you all plump and round with another one of his babies would be a wonderful way to show that boy from the park who you belong to.

It would be a beautiful sight. 

“S-sweetheart, can I? Fuck, may die if you tell me no.” 

“Yes inside! Give me another baby.”

Your voice is no longer your own.

He moans into your neck, the admission deafens him. 

“Gonna give you another baby, you look so beautiful pregnant, gonna show that prick from the park what he can’t have.”

It’s almost like he’s speaking to himself. 

“Gonna have you plump and full of me.”

His words are enough to have you tightening like a vice grip around him.

“Goddamn-“ he chokes out.

he stills, warmth growing inside you as he stuffs you full. 

he’s panting and rutting into you riding out his high. 

He stays like that for a moment, holding you against him, peppering kisses on your shoulder. 

Slowly pulling out, he helps you lay yourself back down in the soft sheets. 

Dropping beside you, opening his arms for you to crawl into them. 

You do so happily, it is where you belong after all. 

“You really want another baby?” 

Your cheeks go red at his question, you are all of the sudden super shy. 

“I- maybe- I think it would be nice.” 

He chuckles at you, you’re so cute when you’re flustered. 

“I think, I would like it too, after this case when I’m able to be around more, we can start trying.” 

“Yeah, if I’m not already pregnant.” You remind, pointedly.

“That is very true.”  He huffs out a laugh. 

“I’m still sorry.” You whisper out. 

He scoffs. 

“It wasn’t your fault, you can only control your actions, not anyone else’s.”

You nod.

“However, I will be going to the park with you and Lee from now on.” 

“We’d like that.” 

You lean up to give him a soft kiss when two small hurried knocks rattle the door. 

You and Hiromi go wide eyed. 

“Daddy! Did you make Mommy feel better yet?” The voice is muffled.

You two almost lose it.

Daddy definitely made Mommy feel so much better. 

Stiffling his laughter Hiromi says “Yes, she’s just fine now, go get ready for bed, I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

A small sound of agreement comes from behind the door followed by small feet pattering down the hall. 

“I can put him to bed, Hiro.” 

“No.”

You cock your head.

“But don’t you have work-“

Cutting you off completely ignoring your question all together.

“You’re gonna get ready to put yourself to bed with a nice hot shower and some time for yourself while I put our son to bed.” 

He runs his finger tips up and down your arm softly.

“I’m the one that’s sorry, I should be around more- rather, I will be around more.”

You go to open your mouth but he’s already speaking again.

“You deserve a present husband, and I haven’t been one, so for that I apologize, I need to learn where the real priorities are.”

“I forgive you.” You choke.

He pressed his lips to your forehead “Thank you, now go relax please, take as long as you need.”

The sentiment makes you want to burst out crying but you nod and peel yourself from his arms giving him one last kiss before sauntering off into the bathroom for some much needed relaxation.

I really liked this one, it took me a minute, I have 3 other Hiromi fics in progress including Vindicated. I cannot stop writing for this man!

Thanks for reading!!

-Lee

It was bound to happen eventually

Really, it was.

Boy lives with girl.

One bathroom between the two of them.

Boy walks in on girl half way into getting dressed.

He curses and shuts the door immediately, praying to god you didn’t see how red his face became.

His nose could have started bleeding.

Naturally, you burst out laughing.

He rolls his hangdog eyes.

Higuruma felt like an idiot, so groggy and out of it he forgot he wasn’t the only person in this domicile anymore.

He really didn’t want the first time he saw your half naked form to be in one of embarrassment. He sighs and shakes his head, composure is definitely a skill he can thank his previous profession for.

With a deep breath his face has settled into its natural mask of indifference. He can’t even scold you for the laughter on the other side of the door because it was his fault.

He stalks to the living room and plops down on the couch.

It’s not long before you are entering the room, a grin still plastered on your face.

Fully clothed now, thank Christ.

He looks up, “Sorry.”

“Bathrooms free now.” You tease, removing the towel from your hair, “But I would knock just in case.”

“Shut up.” He grumbled walking by you down the hallway.

He walks in and shuts the door behind him, exhaling before leaning against it.

It’s not long before he’s thinking about it again, really thinking about it.

He’s rock hard before the shower runs hot.

God damn you, he thinks.

He does his best to ignore it, he really does.

But the eye full he caught of your panties won’t let him.

He sighs in frustration and brings his hand down to his length. He gives himself a couple of experimental strokes before committing to a rhythm.

He goes slow at first. Mind drifting back to you and those damn panties.

They were so sexy, he never imagined you owning something like that with your boyish attitude and such.

They were a pretty shade of pastel pink, completely made of lace. It left nothing to the imagination when it came to what was underneath.

Your ass looked plumper and juicer than he imagined, he wanted to sink his teeth into the plush flesh. Smack it until it was red and welted with the shape of his hand, squeeze until he left bruises behind.

He imagines the whines and whimpers coming from your throat every time his large hand meets your ass cheek.

He’d make you count them.

And thank him after each one.

He groans leaning back against the cool shower tile, it does nothing to extinguish the fire in his bones.

He cursed himself as he let his mind continue to wander to debauched places.

He wonders what those very same panties would feel like wrapped around his cock, the soft lace rubbing against his shaft.

He’d love to cum in them and then make you wear them after.

He groans a little too loudly at the thought of you whining when his cooling cum makes contact with your heated skin as you slide your used panties back on.

“Jesus Christ…” he mutters, hand faltering just a little bit.

He also wonders if you would notice if they went missing.

I’m so fucking gross, is all he can think but yet he doesn’t stop.

Actually he quickens his pace at the thought of what they would smell like used.

You probably smell so good, so yummy, God did he want a taste, even if it was a small taste he would kill for it.

The plap, plap, plap of his hand working his cock fills the room.

His breaths become quick uneven pants, he’s trying so hard to keep quiet, he’s always been so vocal.

He groans and whines as quietly as possible but it’s so hard to keep quiet when all he can think about is your pussy wrapped around his cock.

He wonders if you would like that, him groaning and whimpering for you.

As one hand works his cock the other trails down to his balls, fondling and squeezing them lightly.

The extra stimulation has his thighs shaking.

“Hah-fuck.”

He’s close.

Tipping his head back he can’t help it when your name falls from his lips as he cums.

He gives himself a few more light strokes riding out the last of the aftershocks.

Eyes opening, tilting his head down he watches the mess be washed away like it never happened.

He almost thinks it a shame, his cum disappearing in the water when it should be inside you.

What a waste.

He runs a hand down his face in frustration at the thought, scolding himself once again for being ‘gross’

He’s just a man, a pent up, tired man.

-

He exits the bathroom, entering the living room to find you in your spot on the couch.

“I hope you didn’t find anyone else in the bathroom.” You tease.

“Sorry about that.”

You smile and start giggling again “It’s fine, the look on you face was priceless.”

He flops down on the couch dramatically with a muttered shut up leaving his lips.

He makes sure he stretches out so all of his limbs are taking over the majority of the space.

Shoving at his feet on your lap you continue you poke at him.

“Really, Hiro, you were red as a tomato.” You say through your giggle fit.

He makes an irritated noise signaling you to stop picking at him.

“Okay,okay, subject change, no mission today?” You question

“That would be correct.”

“You doing anything?”

“Probably whatever you’re about to ask me to do.”

He didn’t mean for it to come out as grumpy as it did.

“Oof grumpy old man.” You mutter

“Not old, however I may be a little grumpy.”

You stick out your tongue at him, he just shakes his head.

“Anyway! I was gonna suggest we be lazy together and watch TV all day but since you’re so grumpy I can go watch TV and be lazy by myself.”

“Oh my, I’m so heartbroken.” He rolls his eyes

You go to stand up but Hiromi uses his legs to push you back down.

“Are you gonna make me watch all of your stupid American TLC shows?”

“Oh yeah.”

“Excellent.” A soft smile comes to his features.

The two of you settle on a show and proceed to binge watch it into nightfall, food was ordered, delivered and ate.

And at some point you two had gotten close enough to be shoulder to shoulder.

At some point your head rests on his shoulder and you adjust your position to be curled up against him.

This is nice, Hiromi thinks.

Having you tucked up against him curled up in your blanket felt so right.

Like you were meant to be there.

Your breathing slows and becomes even.

Fast asleep.

Hiromi doesn’t dare move, he wants this to last forever.

His eyes still on the screen when he feels it, your hand skirting across his stomach and finding purchase on his side.

He could have had a heart attack.

The way your sleepy hand brushed against his stomach so softly and then finding its grip around his waist could have sent him into cardiac arrest right there.

You’re cuddling him.

It’s only when his own eyes start to droop does he tap you on the head, rousing you from your slumber.

“Hey, it’s 1am.” His voice is uncharacteristically soft.

You start to stir when his hand taps the crown of your head again.

You look so cute coming too, pouty look on your lips from being disturbed.

You slowly lift yourself up taking in your surroundings.

Once it appears that you realize that you’ve been holding on to him you jump back.

Not in a big way but noticeable enough to make him frown.

“Sorry.” You mumble.

Hiromi shakes his head, silly of you, if only you knew how much I was enjoying that.

“You’re okay, but I think you need to lay down.”

You nod and stand up, shrugging your blanket off of you shoulders you move to start cleaning off the coffee table.

“Go, I got it.”

You don’t try to fight it, you nod wrapping yourself back up in your blanket.

“Goodnight Hiro, I had a lot of fun.”

“Me too, goodnight.”

He watches you disappear around the corner down the dark hallway.

The domestic bliss of it all had his heart thrumming in his chest.

He could get used to this.

—

The next morning you rouse and immediately turn to your #1 addiction, your phone.

You recall last night as you absentmindedly scroll and can’t help the smile accompanying the heat rising to your face.

You felt slightly embarrassed, having woken up to find you had that poor man in a death grip.

You feel your heart race at the thought of how he didn’t push you off.

You wondered how long you two had been like that.

The thud of small paws hitting the ground brings you from your train of thought. peeking over the bed to see that Mable has had enough of your company and has jumped down..

You watch her.

A soft sigh leaves your lips as Mable so rudely pushes the door open a little too far for your liking.

Lately she has been such a queen about having access to every room in the apartment. So closing doors such as the ones to yours and Hiromi’s rooms was an act punishable by death….or loud meowing and scratching until she gains access.

Just as you are about to get up and adjust said door again you watch Mable saunter directly across the hall into Hiromi’s room. Doing the same thing, pushing the door wider than it needed to be.

You look down at your phone for half a second.

You hear him greet the small feline and it brings a warm smile to your face, then you look up.

Your breath catches, Hiromi’s door is open just enough to find him shirtless.

Just clad in grey sweat pants that ride low on his hips.

You bite your lip as your eyes catch the Calvin Klein logo of his briefs poking out at the top.

It appears he was in the midst of a small workout routine before being interrupted.

You watch as Mable jumps up on his bed and makes herself comfortable.

You do the same, settling back into your spot on your bed.

Who are you to deny a free show?

His back to the door he returns to his task at hand, you watch him push his body up and down on the floor.

You take note of two things.

The first being how his back muscles moved with each lift.

Yummy, you think before immediately cringing at yourself.

Second being the soft grunting you can faintly hear leaving his lips.

I wonder if he sounds like during- stop.

you don’t let that thought get too far.

You feel the heat run from your face to your core.

Hiromi, while having toned up and hardened in some ways from the physicality of the work he now does, is still soft in all the right places.

You almost start drooling.

You feel a little ashamed for ogling a man who has always been nothing but respectful to you

However, you’re just a woman at the end of the day.

You fight desperately with the idea of sliding a hand down into your panties to really enjoy the show.

You commit the scene before you into a little folder in the back of your mind marked ‘For later use’

Your eyes focus on his upper back, the way the muscles pull and contract with each movement.

You begin to wonder how his back would look decorated with your teeth and scratch marks.

You shut your eyes briefly and rub your thighs together.

Again you feel so ashamed for objectifying him like that.

Sighing again you finally get up and adjust the door.

You flop into the bed.

Hiromi deserves more respect than that, you can’t help but scold yourself.

Oh little did you know.

Hey, thanks for reading.

I’ve been toying with the idea of this just being a oneshot series of them stumbling through this whatever they have together.

I feel like I struggle to keep a plot. I fear boring you guys or not being able to keep things interesting.

I also feel like I struggle with the sustenance like I’m not writing enough or being descriptive enough, like I’m moving too fast.

Does this make sense?

I hope you guys still come around no matter where I take this, I’ve been having fun.

-Lee

The moment he saw you behind the counter of the little coffee shop he had entered he knew two things in that moment.

That apron was tied too tightly around your waist in the best way possible.

And

He wanted to blow your back out.

As long as he could remember Higuruma had always had an eye for the bigger body type, not to say he didn’t like a thin woman, he did. It’s just there was always something about having his hands full that set him off.

College roommates teasing him about being a chubby chaser. He never argued because to put it simply that’s what he was.

Most of his exes were bigger women, now that he recalls it he doesn’t think he’s ever had anything serious with a girl under 200lbs.

He cursed himself as he approached the counter, he wanted you in every way he condemned lesser men for.

“Hi, what can I get you today?!”

Oh lord. He thought. You even sound sweet.

He ordered his normal black coffee and went on his way. He felt like an idiot for not at least getting your name.

He had been out of the game for so long he forgot how to play it.

In between file after file and Shimizu’s yapping he thought about you.

It was so distracting.

He’d start to focus on the task at hand but then lose said focus when his mind would drift back to you.

That pretty pink t-shirt with the coffee shop logo on it and how it fit, showing off your chest, it was so flimsy he swore he could see your bra through it.

The cute little apron white with frills on the edges, it looked so cute tied around your wide waist.

He wanted to paw and grab at the flesh underneath.

And then those jeans.

Fuck, those jeans.

The black jeans that defined your ass in a way that was so sinful.

He imagined sliding his palms over your ass trying to grab as much of the soft fat as possible.

He needed to know you.

He needed to have you.

He is 36 but felt like a horny teenager when it came to you.

~~

He made it a habit from then on, he made that coffee shop and you part of his daily routine.

He learned you were 26, ten years his junior.

You exchanged names, you had a very beautiful name.

It sounded even more beautiful when he was whimpering it, cock fisted in his own hand.

He felt gross.

He couldn’t help it, you looked so plush and soft, he often wondered how the rolls of your tummy would look when he had your legs over his shoulders.

That sent him over the edge every time he thought about it.

His poor cock hadn’t known a moment's peace since he met you.

His drive went from nonexistent to full throttle.

And it was all the chunky girl that worked at the cafe’s fault.

~~

It all came to a head one night when he stalked home from work, today had NOT gone well to say the least.

He felt so tired, so pent up, so done.

He passed the coffee shop and froze, normally it was closed and it indeed appeared to be but he saw you behind the counter still wiping it down.

It’s 11pm, you were here at 7am, you’re still here?

He made a decision, he tried the door and of course it was unlocked, he made a mental note to scold you on that later. It’s 11pm and you’re alone in a business that handles money, so unsafe.

You shot your head up and smiled.

“You know we are closed, right?” You tease, shaking out your rag before folding it to a clean side.

“You know the door is unlocked, right?” He quipped.

“I know that now.” You laugh “What brings you this way? I thought you didn’t come this way on your commute home?”

“I normally don’t, why are you still here?”

“Ughhh don’t even get me started.” You rolled your eyes in frustration “Closer didn’t show and I couldn’t find anyone else.”

“Ouch.”

“What about you, why are you going home so late?”

He sighed heavily, you knew he was a lawyer and that sigh held it all.

“Oh no, it didn't end the way you wanted it to, huh?” You ask, already knowing.

His tired eyes met yours, you looked so incredibly good to him right about now, you always did but in this moment it was almost unbearable.

“No. It didn’t.”

You hum, turning around tossing your apron and rag into the laundry bin.

“I know sorry’s don’t do anything to fix it so why don’t we go get a drink? I don’t work tomorrow and it’s friday so I assume you don’t either. Better yet if you want we can get something and bring it to my place or yours, it doesn't matter.”

His breath halted, you wanted to go home with him? He could cum in his pants right there.

It was pathetic how fast he said yes.

You give him that sweet smile rounding the counter, purse in hand.

~~

You two settled on a cheap box of wine cause why the hell not you two were drinking for fun not because you were wine experts.

The night glided along as you two rested on his sofa.

It was like a dream to him, the connection was electric.

Talking about everything and nothing, you told him more about your home life. You had a roommate who you were just about sick of.

“You know the worst part about her?” You scoff, pouring you and him another glass.

“What’s that?”

“ When she brings men home.”

“Oh?!”

“Yeah, oh. She’s insanely loud with her fucking, like please, I’m going through the worst dry spell of my life, you do not have to rub it in.” You giggle bringing the wine glass to your lips.

All Higuruma could think at that moment was….

I can change that for you.

You choked, “Excuse me?”

Oh fuck, he said that out loud.

Shimizu’s terrible habit of saying her thoughts out loud must be contagious.

Or this wine is stronger than he thought.

“I-“ for once in his existence the lawyer has nothing to say.

“You really wanna change that for me, Higuruma?”

What would any good, sensible lawyer do in a tough situation? He doubles down.

“More than you can imagine.”

Suddenly feeling emboldened by his admission you bring the wine glass to your lips again, “-Hm, I might just let you.”

God, he’s already hard.

“What do I have to do?” He asks in a way that is too pathetic, yet it sends heat down to your core.

“You can start by getting on your knees.”

He does just that, settling in front of you in between your legs. Hangdog eyes looking up at you waiting for the next command.

“Take my pants off for me, Hiromi.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice, fine long fingers come to the waist band of your jeans making quick work of the button and zipper.

Lifting your hips he works the fabric down your legs and then swiftly throws them somewhere to the side to be found later.

He sits there for a moment, taking you in. Thighs so fat and soft, he could not wait to have them around his head, maybe if he was lucky they would suffocate him, oh to die that way would be an honor.

He runs his hands over the flesh, mapping out all the divets and dimples along the way. Squeezing and letting the fat overflow in his hands.

He yanks you forward strong enough to have you yelp, he takes note of your panties.

White with a pattern of sunflowers on them.

He smirks at the irony.

“Hey! This was not planned.” You defend.

“Uh huh.” He teases.

“Just take them off me already.” You whine and force a faux pout on your lips.

“Mmmm no.”

Before you can answer he’s pressing his hooked nose to the gusset of your panties, inhaling your scent.

“That’s so hot.” You whispered

We could almost feel his lips curling up into a smirk as he continued to get off on the smell of your panties.

“I worked over 12hrs in those, you’re a nasty one, Higuruma.”

He chuckles, pulling away for half a second to speak “You said it was hot, that makes you just as nasty as me.”

Before you could retort he runs his tongue over the fabric, you whine at this, there is friction but nowhere near enough.

You take the initiative lifting your hips and pulling them down yourself.

“Such an impatient girl, I was getting there, really that horny aren’t you?” He teases meeting your hands half way finishing the job for you.

Your panties join your pants somewhere on the floor.

Higuruma makes a mental note to find them later before you do.

“I want you to do something for me.” He says kissing along the inside of your thigh.

“And what’s that Mr. Higuruma?”

He sucks his breath through his teeth at the honorific.

“I want you to sit on my face.”

Your eyes widen, no man you have ever been with has wanted something like that from you. Suddenly you feel insecure, Hiromi sees it and shuts it down immediately.

“I want it, I want you to sit on my face full weight and allow me to make you feel good.”

“I don’t wanna hurt you-“

“Please.” Those eyes of his that do it for you, you lament and they light up like Christmas lights.

Clothes from both parties are lost somewhere between the living room and bedroom.

The next thing you know you’re settling over his face in his bed.

“Sit.”

“Are you sure-“

“I said. Sit.” He leaves you no room to respond, he’s pulling you down hard by your thighs.

The first contact of his tongue is otherworldly, he knows his way around that’s for sure.

He’s testing the waters at first, a soft lick and then a harsh suck. Seeing what kind of noise you make with each action.

He settles on a medium pace, hard pressure with a gentle suck here and there.

It has you seeing white every time he brings your clit into his mouth.

You don’t know when you laced your fingers in his dark brown hair, pulling and tugging at it.

He groans at each pull which is vibrating straight through you.

Experimentally you grind into his nose just once, his response is immediate.

A muffled “Again.” Comes from below you.

You oblige, you grind your puffy cunt into his face, riding his nose, bumping it against your clit with each rock of your hips.

That familiar pressure builds, you gasp a little chasing your high “Hiromi- I’m close.”

He actually moans.

It’s all the approval you need, you feel yourself tremble and shaking, grinding yourself against that big beautiful nose to ride out your orgasm.

Once you’ve come down you remember there is a whole person beneath you, you lift yourself up and off immediately.

“are you-“

“Amazing, I’m doing amazing.” He sits up on his elbows, the smile he’s wearing is tired but it’s cute and blissful.

He dazed, drunk and it’s not from the wine.

It’s not long before he’s crawling up your body, smattering kisses all over you. Hands exploring every ridge and roll, squeezing and pawing everywhere.

He’s worshiping you in ways you didn’t even know were possible.

He’s leaving little love bites and red marks in places men have never given attention too before.

He’s making sure every part of your body feels his appreciation.

He reaches your face connecting your lips to his.

The kiss is slow and deep, one of his hands kneads at your breast occasionally pinching your nipple while the other one is down at your waist messaging the plush skin there.

As the kiss becomes more heated and you two fight for dominance, he grinds his cock against your pussy and you become very, very aware of how hard and big he is.

You both groan at the friction and he repeats the motion a few more times before setting back on his haunches.

You tilt your head in curiosity.

Only to be met with devastatingly skilled fingers on your clit, you throw your head back at the over sensitive stimulation.

He adds one finger then two.

He skillfully finds that spot that most men your age can’t.

It’s not long before you are on edge again.

“Hiromi-“ You whine, hands gripping the sheets.

“Give it to me, pretty girl.”

When he adds a third finger you lose it, your vision whites out at the edges. You feel this orgasm through your whole body.

“Damn, that’s so hot.”

You set up on your elbows, that’s when you feel it, the wetness coating your inner thighs and the sheets below.

You immediately feel embarrassed.

No man has ever made you squirt before.

“I-“

He doesn’t let you finish, he settles back over you once more, making sure to make a show of him licking your slick from his fingers.

You feel weak, this man might actually kill you.

Attaching his lips to yours for one sweet second.

“Tell me what you want?”

Bastard. You think.

He’s gonna make you ask for it.

He exhales a breathy laugh at the pout you are giving him.

“Go on, tell me, you know I’ll give it to you if you just ask me.”

“I want you to fuck me.” You whisper, you look so cute when you're flustered.

He grinds his heavy cock against your pussy.

“Louder.”

You take a deep breath and then exhale “I want you to fuck me, Hiromi.”

“Good girl.”

He reaches between you two and runs his cock head from hole to clit and back again, agonizingly slowly.

You make a particularly desperate keening noise every time he catches you entrance.

When he finally pushes in, it has your eyes rolling back into your skull.

The stretch is a pleasurable burn.

You hiss at it and then let out a broken whimper.

You’ve never taken someone this big before.

He peppers kisses along your cheek down to your neck, hands rubbing soft circles on your hips and thighs as he bottoms out.

He pauses for a moment watching your face slowly relax.

You let out a small sigh as he begins to slowly rut into you, you contract around him with every grind of his tip against your cervix.

A delicious tinge of pain.

“Harder, pl-please.” You’re already panting.

Burying his face in your neck he delivers on the request.

He’s muttering nasty things into your ear which only add to your heavy breathing.

Things about how you’re doing so good, how your body was made for him, how sexy you are.

His hands run up your sides, tracing the stretch marks that litter your body, mapping them out, committing them to memory.

He squeezes the flesh, hard.

It is not unwelcome.

You whine out what sounds like his name.

Lips curling into the skin of your neck.

He smatters kisses in the junction where neck meets shoulder, he bites softly.

You gasp “Harder; bite me harder.”

The sharp pain of his canines in your flesh have you scratching your nails down his back leaving angry red marks in their wake.

He kisses and licks are the area to sooth it, he lifts him self up placing a kiss on your lips.

It’s sweet.

But the next thing you know your legs are resting on Hiromi’s shoulders locking you in an intense mating press.

You look as beautiful like this as he imagined, pretty rolls of you are tummy scrunched from the position, it has his hips stuttering.

You, well you are almost completely incoherent at this point. This new angle has him hitting a spot within you that you had no idea existed.

Another orgasm rips through you without warning.

“F-Fuck, Hiro’ so good.” You think you moan out.

He lets out a breathy laugh, you are absolutely fucked stupid under him right now and he would have it no other way.

However.

He pulls out and you whine at the feeling of being empty.

He brings his hand to you cheek, soft but affirming.

“You still with me, sweetheart?”

You nod, eyes hooded.

“Words, pretty girl.”

“Yes, I’m here.” You pant out.

“Good, can you ride my cock for me?”

Dirty words such as those do not need to sound so sweet coming from him.

You start to nod but immediately correct yourself “Yes!”

You’re already learning. He thinks.

You settle on top of him, sinking down on him, he stretches you the same as before.

“That’s it. God damn.” Hands coming to settle on your ass.

You start to rock and grind with a talent you weren’t aware you had.

His eyes are trained on the way your thick hips move.

“So good at this- keep going, just like that please.” He’s starting to babble now himself.

It only encourages you to pick up the pace.

You two settle into a brutal rhythm, he pushing upwards to meet the circling on your hips.

A sharp smack to your ass has you yelping, but it stings so good.

“Hah- Sweetheart, you’re gonna make me cum like this, thought about this so much- about you.” His hands continue the assault on your reddening cheek, alternating between harsh pinching and grabbing to rough smacks.

You settle your hands on his shoulders for better leverage, digging your nails into the flesh, leaving crescent shaped purple marks behind.

“This ass in my hands, so fucking good, gonna cum pretty girl, can I-l-?”

“Yes! Yes cum in me Hiromi, want it bad.”

He grunts and pants as he paints your insides with his cum, you help him ride it out bouncing on his cock, milk every last drop into your greedy cunt.

Coming down you pull yourself off of him and settle at his side. He throws an arm lazily around you.

It’s silent but nice.

“Thank you.”

You almost burst out laughing.

“You don’t have to thank me, Higuruma.”

“Hiromi.” He corrects “And yes I do, you gave your time to an old man like me.”

“Oh geeze, shut up. 36 is not old.”

“Sure feels like it, I think I might pass out.” He groans as he turns his body towards pulling you against his chest.

You lean up planting a small kiss to his lips, the hard lines of his face have softened, this is something you could definitely get used too.

“Stay?” He asks bringing a hand to your face brushing a stray hair to the side.

“I didn’t plan on leaving.”

“Good, I didn’t plan on letting you.”

—

This was purely self indulgent, I’ve been hating on myself a lot lately, and honestly this made me feel better.

I do headcannon both Higuruma and Nanami liking a bigger partner.

I think they both are into body worship no matter the size of their partner, they are both so giving honestly. Makes my heart hurt.

Anyway, thanks for reading

P.s: Fat does not mean ugly we gotta remove that stigma from the word.

I got called fat the other day and I’m like okay, I’m still hot so idk what the point of that was 🤷‍♀️