Lee

“D-Damn your mouth is so wet and hot, Doll.” He grunts, throwing his head back, “I’m close- Higuruma, can I- can I cum in her throat- please?"

Hiromi lifts his brows thinking, he hums at the question, “I’ll allow it.”

Kento groans,”Gonna cum in your throat, sweetheart.”

You moan against his cock and that seems to throw him over the edge, he floods your mouth with his seed. It’s hot, thick, and sweet almost.

He pulls himself out with a lewd pop.

Hiromi calls your name and you turn your gaze to him, “Don’t swallow, open your mouth and show me.”

You face Hiromi fully and open your mouth for him, tongue sticking out allowing Kento’s spend to trickle down your tongue, chin and then onto the floor below. The gaze you two share is an intense one, you two are almost eye fucking one another.

You watch Hiromi deliver a particularly hard squeeze to his clothed length.

“Good girl, now swallow the rest.”

————

A teaser for yall!!

-Lee

Hiromi Higuruma, always a giver.

God hadn’t gifted him that big beautiful nose for nothing.

He gets off on it, the noises, your facial expressions.

Once a munch always a munch. 

Except for today.

“Sweetheart, you really don’t have too.” He says looking downward at you settled on the floor nestled between his legs. Hands planted on his thighs giving light squeezes. 

“But Hiromi, I want to!” You protest going for his belt buckle, he doesn’t stop you. In fact he actually adjusts his posture to give you more access. 

He does want it. But his mind has always been you first, never him, he wouldn’t say he’s out of comfort zone but he would say this is a stray from his routine and he can’t help the guilt that creeps into him……it doesn’t last for long though.

“You’re always so giving, ‘Romi. It’s my turn.”

The clink of his belt buckle and the sound of his zipper deafen him. No shame on you but he can’t remember the last time he got some head. It’s not that you weren’t willing, oh heavens no. 

He wants to service you and treat you exactly how you deserve to be treated, that and….

He’s just so into eating you that it’s enough for him to get going, he doesn’t need any more foreplay. Hiromi would never ever say it aloud but he is 99% sure he could cum untouched just by eating you out alone. 

Your soft warm hands grasping gently around his length bring him back to earth. A sharp intake of breath is audible from him when you stroke him a couple of times. 

“Sweetheart…” 

“Shhh, Hiro’ lemme take care of you.”

A whine dies in his throat as you flatten your tongue against his tip. Swirling your tongue around it a couple times you look up to make eye contact with your loving husband to see his head thrown back, chest heavy with breathy pants.

You’re barely touching him yet, you smile a wicked smile, if just your tongue is doing this to him imagine what your entire mouth will do. 

You slowly take him in your mouth just a few inches and suck lightly. The groan that falls from his lips is otherworldly. I gotta do this more often. You think to yourself. You slide more of him into your mouth and hollow your cheeks just the way he likes, your hands work what your small mouth can’t.

He’s so shy with the way he grabs your hair, it’s gentle, afraid to hurt you if he pulls. He’s really holding himself back, you make it your mission to break him. You increase your ministrations on his length, he chokes a moan at this.

“Sweetheart, please….” It comes out raspy and pleading.

You pull your mouth from him and he hisses, “Please? What Hiromi? Use your words, just like you tell me to.”  

Your hand still works his length; he groans and tips his head back, “Please, touch yourself for me, want you to cum too.” 

This takes you by surprise even when you’re giving it to him he still thinks about your pleasure. 

You take him back into your mouth and work him like before but this time you slide a hand down your abdomen and into your panties. You start rubbing slow circles on your clit working yourself like you are him.

“Yes that’s it, play with yourself for me, yeah?” 

His hands start to grip harder at your hair, hips bucking just a little, he’s hesitant. He’s still trying to control himself. 

You start to feel pleasure from your work on your clit; you moan at it which sends vibrations through his cock, “Ah-hah s’so good, sweetheart.” 

You practically gush from the sound he makes when you take him all the way to the back of your throat experimentally. 

He starts to slowly rock his hips into your face pushing him further into your throat. You moan on him in approval and he ruts just a little faster. 

His breathy pants quicken.

He’s losing it.

You look up to him and you see something different in his eyes now, they are darker, no longer shy and timid. It’s almost dangerous the way he’s looking at you. 

A switch flipped inside him.

“Let me fuck your face.” It’s clear, concise; and fuck does it make you wet. 

Hiromi doesn’t swear so his new found aggression and foul language are making your clit throb between your fingers. 

You nod excitedly.  

You maintain eye contact as his hands fist your hair hard pulling you down on his cock while his hips thrust up into your face. 

It’s brutal.

You quicken your pace on your clit.

Your gag reflex kicks in every now and again making sounds too debauched for words. 

You two remain locked in an intense stare down, you’re crying mascara ruined and running down your cheek. 

He’s grunting and groaning every time he hits the back of your throat. It’s messy, saliva dripping down his shaft onto his slacks, your face wet from tears, spit and probably snot but you can’t tell anymore, you’re in heaven right now.

He looks so incredibly undone using your face like this, “I’m close, sweetheart, keep playing with your pussy for me, want you to cum with me.” 

His words alone are helping you get there, you rub your clit hard and fast, you can tell you’re both almost there. He’s getting sloppy with his thrusts and his eyes look hazy. 

The groan he lets out is animalistic, he fills your throat up, it’s hot, thick and just a little salty. You close your eyes and take it. Your oragasm hits shortly after, it’s not hard but that’s not the point this was about him and your pleasure came from satisfying him tonight.

You sit back on your heels swallowing everything he gave you, he whimpers at the warmth of your mouth leaving his cock.

He fixes himself back into his slacks and leans toward pulling up off the floor and into his lap.

“Thank you.” He whispers, face coming to the crook of your neck placing gentle kisses. 

The silence is nice, he holds you close, like you’ll be taken away. 

“You came right?”

You snort at his abruptness. 

“I’m being serious, you got to cum too right?” He lifts his head to look you in your eyes, he looks too sweet like that, those eyes get you everytime. 

“Yes, I came, but this was about your Hiro’, I wanted to make you feel good.” 

He presses a kiss to your forehead, “I feel good when you feel good.”

Oh Hiromi, such a giver.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Hiromi is such a giver! It will always be you before him even if he is the one being dom’d that night. Glass of water and warm damp towels on deck. When he’s the one who’s been dominant and rough you get it 10x over. 

“Hiromi, really I’m fine.” You say sitting up on your elbows.

“I know.” is all he says as he’s gently wiping you clean, you smile at him even though he can’t see it as he is way too concentrated on cleaning you up and making you comfy again.

You reach down and run a hand through his hair, he sighs softly at this.

“Drink some water for me, please?” He’s reaching for the glass on the nightstand and passing it to you.

Taking the cup from his hands you roll your eyes but your heart swells, he is such a sweet man.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

On you, it is most definitely your stomach and thighs, no matter your size/shape. He admits he loves a bigger partner but if you're on the petite side that's perfect too. He cannot get over how soft and plush both of those areas on you are and how he can just lay his head there and fall asleep instantly.

On him, admittedly it’s his nose, when he was younger he was insecure about it. When he got older though he realized exactly what he was capable of using it for.

Hands grip your plush thighs holding you down in place, he's been down there awhile pulling orgasm after orgasm out of you. Just when you think he cannot possibly make you cum again, that hooked nose of his is proving you wrong.

“Romi’ please, no more, need you in me already!” You whine desperately.

“You can give me one more.” It was not a question, it was a demand, a broken sob comes from your lips as he pushes nose hard against your clit.

He’s rutting shamelessly into the mattress and kneading on the smooth fat of your thighs. He simply cannot get enough, what a menace.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Hiromi loves cumplay. He’ll cum in you over and over again until its leaking out of you to then just fuck it back into you again. 

One of his favorite things is sticking his fingers into your fucked out stuffed pussy and then shoving them into your mouth when he’s feeling really, really mean.

It’s not just his cum he is obsessed with though, he loves making you squirt, he is man after all and it brings him some sort of ego boost seeing you make a mess like that all because of him.

He’ll press down just below your belly to create just the right amount of pressure combined with the rough overstimulation of your clit that will have you gushing all over him, the bed and yourself. 

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

I just wrote something about this but this man is a PANTY THIEF/SNIFFER, and that is a hill I will die on happily.

Such a guilty pleasure of his, ever since he was young he was always sensitive to smells, go figure.

There is something about the musk of your dirty panties specifically after the gym or work that does something to him.

When you first caught him with your panties it was surprising to say the least, such a well composed and educated man doing something so dirty and perverted has your thighs shaking just thinking about it. 

The first time you don’t make your presence known, you just watch.

One hand is clutching a pair and holding it against his nose. You can practically hear him huffing them- his other hand warped around his cock which so happens to have another pair of your used panties warped around it too.

He’s leaned up against the bedroom wall and he looks completely and utterly debauched, belt undone, dress shirt pulled free and his slacks down just enough to free his cock. 

you couldn’t help it as you snuck your fingers down your abdomen and into your clean panties, rubbing fast and messy rotations on your clit.

“D-damn.” he curses out your name.

Another level of debauchery added to the already erotic scene was him talking himself through it, you bring a hand to your own mouth to silence anything threatening to spill from your lips. 

He chokes on a whine in his throat, the pace on his abused cock quickens as he meets his peak, tumbling over it.

Watching a damp spot from his cum form on the gusset of the panties wrapped around his member sends you over your peak, you tighten the hand on your mouth to silence yourself.

He leans against the wall, eyes closed as he chuckles to himself “God, I’m so perverted, shameful.”

He tosses your undies back into the hamper.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Hiromi is an older man, he’s been through college and honestly he’s been with a number of women, it’s only natural and also a blessing, he knows exactly what to do and when to do it. However at this stage in his life he will admit between work and stress it's definitely been a minute for him.

Tonight was finally it, after 4 months of dating your two were finally getting down to business, neither of you wanted to rush or plan this out, so you two waited for the right time.

It came naturally, a romantic night out and a movie, the cliches do work.

He’s nipping and lightly sucking on your neck as his hands wander the unexplored areas under your t-shirt, only disconnecting from you to lift it up and over your head your bra following right after. He undoes it with ease and with one hand, that alone is enough to send a shiver down your spine.

Burying his head back into your neck he breathes in and out as your fingers tangle themselves into his hair.

“You’ll have to forgive me, sweetheart.” 

“Hiromi, if you don’t want-”

“No, I very much do, more than you know.” his hands slide to the button of your jeans popping it loose “It’s just-It’s been a while.”

You giggle as he pushes you to the mattress and starts working your jeans down your legs “That’s perfectly fine, Hiro’ I’m just excited this is happening and it’s happening with you.”

“You’re too sweet, but permit me to be frank-” You eyes trail up his torso blazer and tie already forgotten on the floor, his hands now working on his white dress shirt “An old man like me may not last as long as what you may be used to.”

You snort at this “Old man? Really Hiro’, you’re 36.”

“36 feels older than you think.” By now his trousers are off and he is just in his briefs, you stare at the tent formed in them.

“Eyes are up here, you know?” He sinks down to his knees, already pushing your panties to the side, kissing your inner thighs.

“Wait- Hiromi.” He freezes, looking up at you worry across his features.

“You okay, sweetheart?”

“Yeah it’s just- I just never had anyone go down on me, I mean like once but I didn’t get to-”

A smirk slowly spreads across his lips, eyes blown even more wide than what they already were. “Don’t worry, I’ll make you feel so good.”

He did exactly that, experienced tongue and fingers pulling orgasm after orgasm out of you.

By your 3rd orgasm you felt fucked out, he hadn't even been in you yet.

“Hiromi, need you in me.”

He chuckled at this climbing on top of you, you hadn’t noticed when his briefs disappeared but what you did notice was how absolutely huge he is.

He was absolutely going to destroy your poor pussy, and you could not have been more excited.

He lifted your chin to meet his gaze, “How many times do I have to say it? My eyes are up here, Sweet Thing.”

You smile like an idiot and giggle but it doesn’t last long as he rubs his cock through your folds, coating it generously in your slick.

You let your head fall back when his cockhead catches your poor abused clit.

“You ready, lovely?”

You nod excitedly, desperate to finally feel him.

“Words. I wanna hear it.”

That takes your breath away and you suddenly feel shy.

“Want you inside me, please. I’m ready.” It’s quiet but it's there and he’ll let your shyness slide, he has some work to do with that he can already tell.

In time. He thinks.

He doesn’t push himself all the way, he works himself in. You’re not used to it, every other man has only ever bullied his cock into you, this was a lot more pleasurable.

He also stills once he is in, he doesn’t wanna hurt you. He’s so considerate, you can’t help but compare him to the others and how much better of a sexual partner he is already.

“Still with me?” He asks softly, hand coming to your cheek rubbing it.

“Yes.” 

“Good.”

He moves slowly at first and it’s unlike anything you have ever felt before. As he picks up his pace he starts to take new angles. He’s trying to find exactly the right spot that will have you gushing all over him.

“Hiro, it's so good.” You whine as his cockhead hits a deep angle, he’s reaching parts you hadn’t even realized existed.

You whimper pathetically as his thumb finds your clit rubbing slow circles.

“Good, you’re taking me so well, you’re doing so good.” The praise has your eyes rolling back, you clamp your walls around him, you’re close.

“Hiro-”

“Go ahead.”

Your orgasm may have just been the hardest you have ever had, it was white and hot, your vision actually blurred. He praises you with ‘You’re so perfect.’ and ‘That’s my good girl’ as he works you through it.

Only when you come down he starts to chase his high, he presses his body against yours and picks up his pace drastically, hips stuttering a little here and there.

“Oh, sweetheart, I’m not gonna last, forgive me, I’m old.”

You giggle and run your hands through his hair pulling lightly.

“Cum for me, want you to fill me up.”

That does it, he stills, filling you to the hilt, rutting against your cervix as he cums.

Your whimpers and small moans help work him through it. 

He exhales as he comes down, he looks up to meet your eyes, he looks 7 kinds of tired but it’s so cute.

“Sleepy Hiro’?” You grin

He nods rolling off of you and pulling you into his chest.

“I’m probably gonna pass out, Love, forgive me, I’m an old man.”

“Shut up, stop saying that you talk like you belong in a nursing home.” You try to stifle the laugh at the end but you fail.

“I probably do.” He slurs and like that, he’s out for the count.

I did right picking an ‘old’ man. You think to yourself. 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Mating press, plain and simple. He loves looking at you, the way your face changes depending on the angle and how deep he is.

It’s so intimate to him, he can talk to you and kiss you whenever he pleases.

However, if he’s feeling a particular way he is also a fan of doggy and he would say it's his second favorite.

Watching the fat of your ass ripple against his hips every time he’s driving himself into you, sometimes depending on how shitty of a day he’s had he’ll take you from behind and hold your head into the pillow or press a firm hand into your back to give you just a little bit more an arch.

(And if you think I was gonna write about the sweeter of the two scenarios you’d be dead wrong.) 

“Ah-Hiro’, was your day really that b-bad, my love?” You asked, muffled by the pillows your face is currently driven into, a firm hand pushing on the back of your head, not enough to hurt but enough to tell you that you better stay put or else.

“Bad would be an understatement, now shut up, sweetheart.” His voice is firm, authoritative as he’s roughly snapping his hips driving his length into your sopping pussy, a white ring forming around the base of his cock.

A gush of liquid rushes from your core, adding more to the sticky mess painting the back of your thighs and his abdomen.

This is gonna be a long, long night.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Hiromi is definitely a down to business kind of guy, he’s not really one for goofing around but that's not to say he doesn’t take it easy sometimes.

You’re laying on your side, his hand holds your leg as he drives into you slowly.

“Your client did what!? -Aha Romi’ that feels good, right there please.” This happened often, he’s got you on your side pleasuring you like this as you two casually talked about your day ....it was so intimate and he will never admit it but it's one of his favorite ways to make love to you.

“He-He admitted it right to the officer -Damn you’re squeezing me good." He rasps “God can’t even defend him at this point, he just cannot keep his mouth shut.”

You nod, getting lost in the feeling of him and he already knows “Close aren’t you, Sweetheart?”

You whine and nod unable to form words, he just chuckles, you’re just so cute like this.

“Cum for me, yeah?” and you do, it doesn’t take long for him to follow.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Higuruma isn’t a very hairy man at all but down there he does keep himself trimmed.

When it comes to you however he doesn’t mind a bit of hair. Hell, he’d be embarrassed to admit it but he is a fan of bush.

Bush Muncher ahh.

But at the end of the day he doesn’t mind if you're clean shaven or you just didn’t feel like shaving. Days can be long and stuff like that can be hard especially when you are tired.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He is a very, very intimate man in private, he spends all of his day being that cold calculated lawyer/sorcerer he needs to be.

When he comes home it's a different story, sweet kisses trailed up and down your neck, have you always tasted this sweet?

He takes his time appreciating your body, hands running up and down your body, desperate to feel all of you like you’ll disappear.

Laying you down on bed he’ll remove all of your clothes, he’s not letting you lift a finger tonight, kissing anywhere he can put his lips.

“Hiro’..” A silent plea.

“I know, Sweetheart, just wanna take my time.” He finally puts his fingers where you need him the most, slow circles rubbed on your clit.

A small sigh is dragged from your  lips as he slides two fingers in, thumb still working your clit. He wraps his lips around your nipple sucking softly on it.

“That’s so good.” You whine.

“I know,Sweetness, only the best for you.”

“Need you in me, please?” You ask so sweetly how he could deny you?

He’s slow with it, long slow strokes, breathy moans from the both of you. His face buried in your neck placing an absentminded kiss every now and again, he’s lost in you, exactly where he wants to be.

 I could die here, happily. he thinks. 

You tighten around him, you're both close.

A breathy soft moan escapes you as you cum, you are milking him for all he’s worth and it sends him over the edge with you.

I love you’s are leaving his lips like prayers as he rides his high.

“I love you too, Hiro’.” You smile as you pet his head, he stills and just lays there. He could sleep like this, still stuffed inside your warmth, while pet and scratch his head.

And he does just that.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

If he needs some quick relief or is just too tired (he doesn't wanna deliver something subpar if he’s too tired) he definitely will, but never in front of you he gets very shy. Which is super ironic considering you two have done almost everything in the book at this point.

As discussed in Dirty Secret if he can get a hold of a pair of your used panties he is set but if it's just him and his hand that’ll have to do. It mostly takes place in the shower or maybe in his home office if you’re asleep for the night or preoccupied with something else.

His head tips back against the wet tile, hot water hitting him. 

He is beyond frustrated to say the least, he’s been dealing with this raging boner off and on since mid day. He’s been super pent up emotionally and sexually. 

It's been a couple of weeks since you two had done anything. Everyday had been so busy for the both of you, with your work demanding over time and him having a huge trial coming up left little room for any play time.

You sending him a picture in a new dress you had picked up that day didn’t help in the slightest. Truly, it was an innocent picture, a new sundress but it hugged every curve just right and how could he forget the low cut neckline, you normally didn’t go for something revealing like that so needless to say it was a very welcomed surprise.

He doesn’t last very long, he was never going to.

A quiet gasp of your name leaves his lips as he pumps himself to completion, finally relief, he could fall asleep standing right there.

!Bonus!

Alternatively, on the very rare occasion he is alone in bed, and you are nowhere to be found, he will shamefully admit he is a pillow humper.

Hiromi’s hips grind slowly into the plush pillow beneath him while his face is buried in another to stifle his moans. He woke up today without you, he knew this beforehand so it was no surprise, breakfast with some co-workers. 

He’s shamelessly imagining that he’s grinding into your plush ass, eyes screwed shut wishing it was the real thing. God, you hadn’t even been gone an hour yet and he was already so needy for you. 

His hips stutter at the very debauched memory from the night before, he had you in prone moving painfully slow, just like now. 

“S-so good, sweet thing, you take it so well.” He rasps aloud to the memory, his hips begin to move in an uneven pace, chasing his high.

Gasping your name he cums, it’s not hard but it’s enough, breathing heavily, he’s a mess in all sense of the word. Pillow and boxers ruined, he groans at having to now wash both of those things and also at the thought of getting up at all. 

It’s not long before he’s asleep again. 

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Outside of being a dirty panty sniffer he is a huge fan of impact play, you receiving. You two have a small collection of paddles for him to use on you.

However, he does have a favorite. It’s black and forest green, his two favorite colors, it has a very nice handle, like his gavel. One he isn’t afraid to grip, it fits his hand perfectly like it was made for him. His absolute favorite part about this one though is the raised heart design in the middle and if he smacks hard enough and he does, it will leave a perfect heart shaped welt on your cheek. 

“Count, please.” Polite but firm, it almost made you giggle, such a gentleman, saying please before he ruins you.

Thwack!

“Yes Sir! One!” You squeak,

“What do we say after?”

“Thank you, sir.” You whine, slick dipping down your thighs.

Thwack! 

It’s harder than the last.

“Two, thank you, Higuruma sir!” You gasp.

“Good girl, can you take a few more, please?”

He never needs to ask, but what can you say he’s a gentleman after all.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

The bedroom or anywhere in your home, he is not a fan of public sex, with him being a lawyer he has seen too many public indecency charges to make him comfortable with such a thing. He is also a very reserved man so common PDA in general let alone public sex makes him nervous.

Needless to say, Hiromi Higuruma is NOT an exibishtionist.

However when it comes to your household he will bend you over every surface.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

When it comes to you not a lot, he can look at you and get hard,

However..

Hiromi has an oral fixation, always has; whether it’s himself or you. So watching you do anything with your mouth sexually or not gets him so hard.

That’s why he found himself impossibly hard at the dinner table with you and a couple of coworkers. A casual dinner out, it has been a while since you two had anything social planned, so it was very hard on his focus every time he saw you licking your spoon absentmindedly.

It wasn’t sexual in the slightest, he felt so gross about it, you were just eating and it made him hard.

He watched as your tongue licked the groove of the spoon and the way it darted out to lick your lips at the end. 

When you swiped your thumb across the corner of your mouth to wipe away the cream from your dessert and then licked your thumb to clean it he thought he was gonna lose it.

He wondered if you do the same movements with your tongue later on his-

Hiromi, stop. He chided himself mentally.

He pulled out his phone once the opposite party got into a conversation amongst themselves and typed the following into the message bar under your name.

Sweetness, can you please eat a little more…reserved? This is a very inappropriate place to be hard.

He nudged your shoulder nodding to the screen. 

You couldn’t help but snort at the words, he looked at you big puppy like eyes pleading.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

 Age Play and R@pe play are just big no go’s to him. Working in the criminal justice system he has seen 1 too many real life events that put him off from either one of those things.

He just finds it gross.

However dubious consent talked about beforehand is okay, he has to have some form of confirmation before anything.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He is a GIVER, we all know this. If he didn’t HAVE to come up for air he wouldn’t. He gets off on your pleasure. It irritates him that more guys aren’t like him, he quite literally cannot comprehend it not being a guy's “thing” it just screams “selfish”, “lazy” and “unwilling to put in the work” to him.

Hiromi Higuruma hates laziness.

So if you tell him your last partner was lacking in that department that just gives him more of an excuse to put that nose of his to good use.

“C’mon Sweetheart, just sit for me, please?” He coos, hands rubbing slow circles on your thighs.

“It’s just, what if I’m too heavy- my ex-”

“I’m not him.” Pointed and stern and just as you process it he’s roughly pulling your hips down, shoving his face right into your pussy.

He’s holding you there, not allowing you to move and you don’t want to anyway. Your hands fist in his hair as he goes to work, tongue in your hole and nose working your clit.

As you get more comfortable you start to grind yourself into his face, effectively fucking his nose. If he could speak he would be calling you such a good girl right now, but his smothered moans and groans will have to suffice.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

This really depends on how hard of a day he’s had, bad trial? Horrendous experience on a mission? Yeah, you’re in for it.

However when he is really missing you he wants to savor the moment like he will never get this again.

Face buried in your neck, he’s panting hard, so needy. You whine at a particularly slow drag of hips, he isn’t being mean not in the slightest he’s just enjoying himself and you let him, tonight is about him.

5 days, 5 whole days away from you, a mission out of Japan with Yuta and Ino. He could not get through that door fast enough when he finally got home.

He picks up his pace just a little, he’s getting sloppy, he’s very close.

“Gonna cum Hiro’?” You coo, hot breath hitting the shell of his ear. 

He whines at this, its confirmation.

“Cum for me, Hiro’, you're such a good boy for me.” He sucks in a sharp breath at this and comes undone in your arms.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He doesn’t prefer it, he’s a precise man, he likes to take his time with you. However sometimes it cannot be avoided unfortunately, he'd rather have you quick than not have you at all.

Kisses on the back of your neck wake you from your slumber, as you come to, you realize that’s not all, your panties are completely missing and your husband has his cock smushed between your thighs.

You let out a small squeak as his head hits your clit, eyes drifting to the clock. It's 5:50, he’s got 10 minutes before he has to get up and get ready for work.

“Good morning, Sweet Thing, I have to get up in a few minutes, you don’t mind do you?” He chuckles toward the end.

“Hiro’, please.” You gasp as his pace quickens he catches your opening but doesn’t push in, he stills.

“Please what? What do you want? Use your words, please.” He states, the audacity of this man, he’s the one on the time crunch and he’s fucking with you like this.

“Inside, please.” You whine, he chuckles at your sleepiness but grants your wish, he pushes in slowly.

Despite already being awake he misses his 6am alarm anyway.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

Yes, although when he was younger the answer would have been no, but ever since hitting his mid 30’s one could say he has gone off the rails. Outside of the things listed turn offs and location he is willing to try anything you’re interested in.

So when the subject of bondage and free use came from your mouth he was all ears. You want to be tied up and used? Something about that stirs something deep within him, he has a feeling it has everything to do with his need for control.

So like the studious man he is, he does his research, he wants to get it right for both of you, which leads you to now.

“Is this okay, Sweetness?” He asks, gaze soft as he rubs on your wrists tied to the bed frame, he bought the best ropes for this, it was soft yet strong, and god did you look so pretty tied up in them. 

You nod excitedly at this but he tuts at you, “Must we always have this conversation? Words, please.” 

“Yes, this is perfect, Hiromi.”

“Good job.” It’s short but it’s not uncaring, it’s actually quite the opposite. 

You gasp as the bed dips and he crawls in between your legs, he’s still fully clothed, suit and tie immaculate as always. 

It’s absolutely criminal you are naked and he isn’t. 

He hooks both of your legs over his arms and starts grinding himself against your heat, a wet spot forming on his slacks. He’s purposely stopping short of your clit with his strokes.He chuckles as you start grinding up into him to get any sort of friction on your clit.

“Hiromi’, don’t be mean!” Whine and throw your head back,

“Quiet, or I can get a hell of a lot meaner.”

That shuts you up instantly and you’re rewarded with his hand coming to your clit rubbing circles at a brutal pace.

His other hand goes for his belt, unbuckling it with ease and then popping the button to his slacks. You’re watching in awe, he’s making a show of this, you can feel yourself getting close.

He frees his cock and starts lazily pumping himself.

“Ah-ah gonna cum.” You gasp, a gush of liquid leaking from your hole, he allows you to ride out your high. 

You’re suddenly jolted head shooting up to see his heavy cock hitting you right on your over stimulation nub hard. 

You make eye contact and he is not happy, “I didn’t say you could cum, did I?” 

You can feel it, the rush of dread and excitement, from the way his tone sounds you’re so screwed. 

“No, I’m sorry, Sir, I couldn’t hold-“ you’re cut off, head falling back as your mouth opens in a silent scream. Without prep of any kind Hiromi pushes himself into you to the hilt. 

It’s so much at once, everything. His demeanor, the control, the ropes, him bullying his cock into you like this, it’s so hot

Your hands tug at the ropes and whine leaves your lips. You try to pull back but this only seems to fuel his fire.

“Don’t you dare run, you wanted this.” The statement is calm, composed, it’s a warning. 

Pushing your legs to your shoulders he locks you in a violent mating press pace rough and unforgiving. 

He’s going to make the “hell of a lot meaner” statement very, very real. 

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

It just really depends on how tired he is. If he’s feeling awake after coming home you are in for it but if he’s feeling the opposite it’ll be a much slower night. Normally if he’s too tired he probably wouldn’t initiate anything not for the lack of not wanting he just wanna give you anything but excellent, but at the end of the day he is a man and has needs too.

It’s been a day to say the least, not good not bad just long it felt longer than usual. He had every plan to just come home and pass out, he had already texted you to put his dinner in the fridge with an apology attached. You never minded and he knew this but he couldn’t stop the guilt of not being able to eat with you.

However something changed when he walked in the door of your shared apartment, as he hung his coat up and sat his bag down in the doorway he caught a glimpse of you in the kitchen and something stirred in him.

You weren’t wearing anything particularly special, pajama shorts and a large T-shirt, hair down, fuzzy socks on your feet. The shorts were doing it for him, they were short to say the least and the way they hugged your ass was otherworldly to him.

 He groaned quietly, feeling himself harden just slightly, he just wanted to sleep but you looked way, way too good like that. He enters the kitchen and you turn your head to him and smile, “Hey you!”

He walks behind you wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his nose in your hair, you smelled too good he mutters a small ‘Hi’ and sighs into your hair.

“How was today? You look extra tired.” He just huffs at this, he tried to chuckle but he’s way too tired even for that.

“Just- Long.” It’s short but not mean. “You should go lay down, I can bring you some tea to sip-” You’re cut off when you feel his fingers run along your waist band, silently asking for permission he never needed.

“Aren’t you tired?”

“Mhmm.” he replies letting his fingers dip below the fabric and into your panties, he wastes no time running circles on your clit.

“Ah- Hiro’ we don’t have to-”

“Want too, right here.” He’s being so short tonight, you can’t blame him though he’s running on nothing.

He is grinding himself against your ass at the same tempo he’s rubbing your clit with, he almost feels like he could cum just like this, but if he’s gonna cum it’s gonna be in you. Your thighs shake as you near your peak. Thank god he thinks. He feels like an asshole for thinking that but he feels like being selfish just a little tonight, he is tired after all.

“Hiro’ gonna cum.” He doesn’t reply, just doubles down on his assault on your clit and it doesn’t take very long before you are coming undone for him.

He doesn’t remember how he got his cock free and your sleep shorts to your ankles with panties pulled to the side so fast, all he knows is that he is in you and god he isn't gonna last.

He’s being slow with it, he feels guilty, you deserve pleasure too but he’s just tired it's hard for him to control himself.

“Hiromi, faster, please.” You whine and he sucks in a sharp breath, you’re always so cute when you whine at him.

“Won’t last.”

“That’s okay, I know you’re tired, I need it please, faster.” 

He delivers but not for long, pulling you back against his chest face buried in your neck as he picks up his pace, he feels it build fast the knot in his stomach tightening too fast.

“You’re close aren’t you Hiro’? Go on cum for me.” You coo at him and that does it, his hips stutter and he buries himself to the hilt with a groan.

He stays like that for a little too long and you start to feel as if he’s passed out right there, you giggle at the thought of it.

“C’mon Hiromi, go lay down, you’ve earned it.”

He grunts in response and pulls out of you, he takes a second to watch his spend drip from you before fixing your pajamas.

“Come lay with me until I fall asleep?”

“Always.”

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Hiromi feels like most men are intimidated by toys, he however loves them. Everything from his paddle to your favorite vibrator he’s a fan of. He knows he doesn’t need help making you cum he is very confident in his skills but it's fun to watch you squirm at the sensations the different modes of your vibrator causes.

The way your face scrunches up at a particularly strong setting on the vibrator is just so cute to him.

“Please, Honey, it’s too much.” You beg, hands fisted in the sheets, you say it’s too much but you're grinding up into the wand pressed into your clit.  

“No it’s not, you can take it.” He reassures as he changes the setting again, it is absolutely devastating on your poor overstimulated clit.

“F-uck, gonna cum again already, Hiro’! Gonna squirt I think.”

You look up to meet his eyes, their dark and the most evil grin appears on his features, he’s having more fun with this than you are. Just as you’re about to come undone he adds a new sensation by shoving himself in your cunt, tip kissing your cervix so painfully good.

This absolutely shatters you, his lower half is covered in your wetness as well as the inside of your thighs and the bed below. 

Your face flushes with embarrassment but he is ecstatic.

He can be so mean sometimes.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Unfair, is an understatement. He’s just down right mean, honestly.

One of his favorite ways of teasing is he loves being fully clothed while having you stripped down bare, he makes a show of it for you by taking off his suit extra slow to make you whine. You are not allowed to help or touch him in any way until he says, there are consequences if you do.

Other times he’ll have your hands bound as he runs his cock up and down your slit, you whine almost crying when his tip catches you entrance every so often.

What a fucking sadist. You think.

“Hiro’ c’mon, I’ve been so good.” You beg the tears pricking in the corners of your eyes.

He raises an eyebrow, as if to say ‘Really?’

“Are you sure? You must be misremembering how you’ve been a brat all night.” It's matter of fact.

“Please, I’ll be so good, just put it in already..” You sob as his tip catches your entrance for what feel like the 100th time tonight.

“No, I don’t think so, not yet.”

You groan, throwing your head back into the pillow, you’re so screwed. 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Hiromi is very vocal for a well reserved man.

Especially when you’re the one calling the shots that night.

Your hand lazily pumps his length, it feels good but not fast or hard enough to bring the feeling he’s looking for.

This is payback for the other night and he knows it, he deserves it. 

You suck on his head every so often, he’s so sensitive there.

“Ah-ah, I’m sorry for the other night, j-just please.” He rasps hand coming to your cheek rubbing softly.

You respond by smacking his hand away.

“Nope.” Is all you say popping the ‘p’ at the end.

Your agonizing teasing continues for what feels like forever.

He groans, he considers turning this around and shoving your mouth down on his length he knows he can turn the tables on this situation in a matter of seconds.

But then again he deserves this for the other when he was particularly not nice.

He sucks in a sharp breath and exhales a breathy “Ah-ha.” when you press your thumb on his cockhead rubbing the slit.

“Sweetness, please-I’m begging, just put me in your mouth already.” He’s pleading now, panting.

“Okay but only because you asked so nicely.”

“F-fuck!” Escapes his throat, choked and broken as you take him into your mouth all the way to your throat. You’re slightly taken aback at the reaction Hiromi is not a swearer, you were driving him insane. 

You start to bob your head on him hollowing your cheeks just the way he likes, he’s moaning and groaning at it like you’ve never heard before.

You almost feel bad for teasing him so much earlier. Not quite though as the other night flashes back in your mind. 

“Y-yes, right there, that’s so good, thank you, thank you.” He’s babbling, like he’s losing his mind.

His hands find their way to your head threading through your soft locs, he bucks into your mouth a little like asking a question, you hum at him in confirmation.

He’s effectively turned this situation around in his favor at he starts fucking you mouth.

“God, your mouth is so perfect.” He whines as he throws his head back in the pillow “Like it was made for me, you take it so good.”

He’s losing himself further, a combination curses and praises leave his mouth as he continues to babble fucking up into your throat. It’s abhorrently messy and debauched, from the spit running down his shaft to the sounds of your throat gagging on him.

“A-aah, Sweething, I’m gonna cum, I’m close, gonna fill your pretty mouth.” He’s being so filthy with it.

You feel it before you hear it, warm liquid running down your throat, the moan that leaves his mouth is absolutely broken and strangled and a few notches louder than he would normally like.

He pulls you off his cock and you swallow everything he gives you.

He looks destroyed, you crawl up his chest and cuddle into his neck.

“That’s what you get for being mean the other night, asshole.”

He lets out a breathy laugh.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Marking.

He loves it not just on you but on himself.

Face buried in his neck, you place sweet kisses, whimpering at the friction at your lower halves.

He’s moving your hips for you, bouncing you on his cock.

You begin to nibble, he knows you want to start biting harder, you’re always so timid about it. He bounces you with a little more force to goat you into it.

“Below the collar, sweetheart.” a gentle reminder, he was a lawyer after all. He can't have clients see him in that way, all bitten up by his perfect, pretty wife.

You nodded and moved to his shoulder kissing along the way.

A particularly sweet drag of his cock against your cervix has you digging your teeth into his shoulder.

Hard.

He almost wonders if it will draw blood again like it did last time, he wouldn’t mind if it did.

Hiromi Higuruma, such a glutton for pain.

He groans and tilts his head to the side to give you more access to the meat of his shoulder.

There is something so primal about it, the way you mark your territory across his skin.

He loves the way the bite marks feel when his work shirt drags across them, it’s a reminder of who he belongs to; what’s waiting at home for him.

He finds it funny when the lady clerks at the courthouse get a little too flirty with him but little do they know he is a happily married man and the evidence is being concealed under the layers of his blazer and dress shirt. 

Red, purple deep teeth marks decorate his skin like your signature on his soul.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He is very well endowed, and this is a hill we can all die on together.

Hiromi Higuruma has a big dick.

He doesn’t play it up, maybe he doesn’t know what he has, or maybe he is just humble.

He’s about 6 inches soft and 8 hard, he is girthy.

“Hiromi- big.” You whine out, he smirks at this, he hasn’t been in you more than 30 seconds and your already sound fucked out. 

He also isn’t in you all the way either, he fucks a little bit more of himself into you with each thrust. 

He starts slow, he isn’t cruel after all, he wants to make sure you’re used to his length, the last thing he’d want is to hurt you. 

When he picks up the pace his tip starts to kiss your cervix in the most deliciously painful way. You feel so full and if you weren’t sure if he was the one before you are now. 

There is no way I’m ever letting this man leave me. You think. 

He throws your ankles over his shoulders locking you in a mating press, this new angle is devastating in the best way possible. 

The sounds you are making are absolutely beautiful. 

“So pretty like this, you’re taking me so well.” He praises planting kisses to your forehead, he’s being way too sweet for how much he is ruining you right now. 

You tilt your head upwards for a kiss and he provides, he continues to praise you so sweetly while destroying you so evilly, he doesn’t even know he’s doing it either. 

“Hiromi, think I’m gonna cum soon.” It’s quiet, breathy and whiny but he hears it. 

He plants his hand on your lower stomach where his cock is bulging slightly from inside you, he presses lightly and it’s enough to have you squeeze around him, now he’s being evil and he knows it. 

“D-Don’t Hiro’, I’ll make a mess!” You sob but he doesn’t listen and presses a little more.

“Oh ah- Hiromi- cumming!” It felt white and hot, your vision blurs, you felt your walls contract and a gush of liquid coat not just you but him and the bed below the towel beneath you doing nothing to help. 

Maybe he does know what he has after all. 

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

When he was younger he would say his sex drive was very low and he couldn’t explain why but now that he’s older he has definitely had a substantial increase in drive. 

It’s so weird, shouldn’t I be slowing down? He thinks.

Maybe it’s because when he was younger all he had were college flings and situationships, no one was around constantly for him like you are. 

His pretty wife. 

That’s enough to get him hard at just the thought of you.

He lets out a huff sitting at his desk, Shimizu is out doing who knows what so she isn’t even here to distract him with her yapping. 

He watches the clock, he knows he should stay tonight and dig deeper into this case but he thinks about you at home waiting for him. 

You’re probably in your favorite pajamas already, the ones with really short shorts that he likes and that old oversized t-shirt you just can’t get rid of. 

He reaches down and gives himself a squeeze through his pants, it’s not like it will help anyway. 

The door opens and he places both hands back on the desk. 

“I’m leaving for the day” he’s already standing up as Shimizu sits down. 

She is utterly confused. Higuruma leave? Early? What?

“If you want: stay if you don’t just remember to lock the door, have a good night.”

“W-wait, what?”

He doesn’t answer, he just lets the door close behind him.

– 

You are exactly as he imagined you’d be, those shorts and shirt, hair down, unbelievably sexy.

“Hiromi? You’re home? It’s only 3.” You round the corner into the living room.

As he is a man of few words he doesn’t reply but instead is on you in seconds, hands grabbing at anything he can. Your hands fist the collar of his blazer as his find the fat of you ass, he squeezes hard.

You moan into his mouth at the roughness, you’re not displeased though actually quite the opposite, you can feel your panties get stickier by the second.

Finally you two separate for air and he’s damn near heaving, pupils blown, hair mussed.

“What’s the occasion, you’re home so early?” You giggle and reach up to fix his hair.

“Just missed you.” and with that he buries his face into your neck, nipping and sucking it’s needier and rougher than usual but you do not mind at all.

He disconnects only to pick you up, throwing you over his shoulder, the yelp you let out has him getting impossibly harder.

You squeak when your back hits the bed, he comes to the edge of the bed and pulls your legs forward spreading you open so your clothed sexes meet. He is so hard, you’re almost concerned, however that’s wiped away when his thumb comes to you clothed clit rubbing rough circles varying in pace.

You whine at this, grinding up into his hand, even through the layer of fabric it feels so good. You never know how he does it, he can make you cum so quickly, you almost feel embarrassed to tell him this.

“Hiro’, I think you’re gonna make me come like this.” It comes out uneven and breathy.

He huffs through his nose, the corner of his mouth lifts up at this, he is definitely pleased with this, He picks up his pace rubbing and circling just the way you like.

You can’t form words at this point you're way too busy chasing your high; however you don’t need to say anything your body is telling him all he needs to know.

He watches you cum, whimpers and whines escaping your lips, he watches the wet patch on your shorts grow as he works you through it.

You barely have time to catch your breath before Hiromi is pulling your shorts down, he sucks in a breath at the site, no panties, you were already prepared for this.

“It appears we had the same thought in mind, Sweetheart.” He remarks tossing your shorts to the floor.

You blush hard at this, you’re just as needy and perverted as he is.

He doesn’t disrobe at all, he had to be in you right that second, unbuckling his belt and popping the button on his slacks, he frees himself.

He taps his cock on your clit a few times, you whine, he smirks at this. What? He’s gotta fit in a little meanness somewhere.

He isn’t mean for long he gives you both what you need and sheaths himself in your heat, he grunts as he adjusts to your tightness, his hands are heavy on your hips; this will leave bruises for him to admire later.

He fucks you like he’s never fucked you before, it’s rough and needy. 

Tip kissing your cervix just right, his thumb reaches you clit once more, the overstimulation making you impossibly wetter. 

“I’m close again.” You pant out.

“Cum for me, sweetheart.” And you do.

He continues to rub mean circles on you clit even after you come down, he’s been selfish at this point loving how the overstimulation is making you contract around him. 

His hips stutter just slightly and his pace becomes more uneven, he’s close and it’s not long before he’s spilling into you.

Panting slightly he leans down and presses the sweetest kiss to your forehead, you excited to enjoy the after sex glow and cuddle.

“Hiro’?”

Unfortunately that will not be happening not for a hot minute as he’s already flipping you on to your stomach, he’s half hard again.

“Sorry Honey, but we’re not done yet, you can go for a couple more rounds, yeah?” 

It wasn’t a question. 

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

The man is tired, so almost instantaneously, but not before he makes sure your needs are met, but after that it’s lights for sure. 

He collapses on top of you and mumbles his usual “I love you, do you need anything from me?”

All you do is chuckle “No Hiromi, I’m okay, just let me hold you.”

It was like as soon as you said the word No he was out, you were good and that’s all he needed. So tired but still able to give you what you needed. 

Soft snores come from him, you can’t help but admire the man before you. He looks so peaceful when he sleeps, the lines in his face soften and his mouth hangs open just slightly.

He’s like a cat, you think, I can’t move, I don’t wanna disturb him. 

You chuckle quietly at the thought and continue to hold and pet on his head until you eventually fall asleep yourself.

—

Yeah, I’m sorry God.

This was so fun and took me so so long.

Hope yall had fun.

New chapter of Vindicated soon!!

Taglist: @alebrasil0101

Shame.

That’s what you felt, being a peeping tom on your own boyfriend.

But it’s not as shameful as Hiromi whose cock is fisted in his hand while his other fist is clutching your panties and pressing them against his hooked nose.

They weren’t even a cute pair but they were the pair you had just taken off after getting home from work. Just plain black panties.

You rubbed your thighs together watching him work himself to the smell of your used sweaty panties.

It may have just been the hottest thing you had ever seen.

You feel a damp spot forming in your new clean panties you had just put on.

How long had he been doing this? You’ve been together nearly 5 years and to think he would keep such a hot secret from you was diabolical.

Hiromi Higuruma was a panty sniffer.

It all started to make so much sense! How he would want you unbathed despite being sweaty from a hard days work.

Begging you to sit your unbathed pussy on his face with excuses like “I really don’t mind.” and “I don’t care need you now.”

Hiromi Higuruma was a nasty man, in the sexiest way possible.

With the way he was whining and grunting you could tell he was getting close, very close.

Not on your watch.

You slide your now ruined panties down your legs leaving you in just your night shirt and pushed open the bedroom door.

Hiromi nearly had a heart attack. He had finally be caught red handed.

“Awww, keep going Hiro’, I didn’t know you were so nasty.”

He’s frozen in place, he’s so smart but yet he looks so dumb like this.

“Don’t let me ruin it! I wanna see you finish to the smell of my panties.”

You cross the room in a flash, pushing Hiromi backwards on to the bed. Straddling his lap you sandwich his pretty red impatient cock perfectly in between your folds.

Your name leaves his lips in a gasp, the first thing he’s said since you walked into room.

Taking your panties from his hand you examine them, “You like these Hiro’? The way they smell after I wear them all day?”

He inhales deep but doesn’t answer, only when you rock your hips on his cock does he answer.

“Yes-s’so good.” He whines, his hand coming up under your shirt to grip your hips attempting to get you to rock against him again.

“Well then, don’t let me stop you from enjoying yourself, Hiro’.”

What can only be described as a choked gasp is ripped from his mouth when you take your panties and ball them up then proceed to press them again his nose again.

Rocking your hips slowly on his cock, jolts of pleasure run through you everytime his cockhead hits your clit.

“Take a big sniff baby, I know you want too.” His hands feel like vice grips on your skin, it will probably bruise but you don’t mind.

He huffs and whines into the fabric, he’s a switch you know this and aren’t a stranger to being dominate with him but you’ve never seen him this broken down before. He was at your mercy and you couldn’t be more happy.

“Let-Let me be inside you, please, need it.” He whines muffled by the fabric over his mouth and nose and by the twisted smirk that graces your lips he knows that will not be happening.

Tears prick in his eyes.

“No, I want us to cum just like this, Hiro’.” A tortured groan leaves his lips and the look in his big round eyes are that of a kicked puppy.

You couldn’t be happier.

You pick up the pace of your hips getting lost in how good his head feels when it hits you clit.

“Look at you Hiro’! Doing so good letting me use your cock like this.” You praise and his eyes roll back into his head, he’s getting very close again and so are you.

You let him move your hips at a rough, faster pace. Moans and whines coming from you, you feel yourself gush on to his slacks as your orgasm hits.

“Hiro-cumming!”

That did it for him, the combination of your wetness, the humiliation of it all and the smells of you dirty panties pressed against his nose pushed him over the edge.

He cums, hard.

Adding his own wetness to the mess on his slacks, his eyes roll back and for a minute you think you’ve killed him with the way his body stills after the fact.

“Hiromi? You okay?” You ask pressing your hand to the side of his face.

His eyes flicker to you a small smile gracing his lips and he nods with a barely audible “mhmm.” That makes you giggle.

He’s completely spent.

He props himself up on his elbows lazily “So...you don’t think I’m disgusting?”

You roll off of him with a laugh on your lips “Oh I do- in the most sexy way possible, I’ll start saving my panties for you after work.”

He groans and lets himself fall back into the bed.

Hiromi is a panty sniffer, that's it, that's the post.

I wrote this in 30 mins sorry if its butt.

Weak and ugly.

That’s exactly what he thought of you when he saw you for the first time.

Outside of some dingy abandoned hotel, he has become used to this, other sorcerers seeking him out. Yet you weren’t looking like you were ready to fight you looked more surprised at his presence than anything. Like you weren’t looking for him at all.

“You’re Higuruma?”

“I am.”

“Oh, okay!”

He screwed up his face at this, he couldn’t read you at all.

All the same when you started approaching him he readied his gavel, yet he couldn’t feel any cursed energy coming from you. You were no less than 2 feet from the man when you stuck out your hand, that sweet smile he would come to know way too well gracing your lips “So…Let’s not kill each other!”

He was so utterly dumbfounded at this he just started at your hand.

“Oh okay! I get it. Don’t wanna shake hands, understandable.” You put your hands up in a gesture of good faith “I’m friendly.”

“You shouldn’t just approach another sorcerer like that, it’ll get you killed.” He grumbled.

“Well, if you’re the kind of man everyone has been making you out to be then I have nothing to worry about.”

“And if I wasn’t.”

“I would have crossed that bridge when I got to it.”

He scoffed at this, so naive “How old are you anyway?”

“26.”

Makes sense, you think you’re invincible, young and stupid. He thought as he just shook his head at you.

—

That was then, now when he thought of you-

Friend…

Yeah, a friend.

But every time he thought that way something would bloom in his stomach and he would feel the heat rise to his face.

“Higuruma- do you understand the mission at hand.” ichiji’s pointed voice brought Hiromi back to the present.

“Yes,I’m-“

“I’m sure he’s got it! I’ll fill him in if he gets lost.” you joked and elbowed Hiromi in the arm.

The contact caused his face to flush, he could not believe himself. He is 37 years old and he’s getting worked up over a playful jab in the arm.

“Very well then, let’s go.” Ichiji adjusts his glasses heading toward the black sedan.

The car ride is a quiet one, not an uncomfortable quiet, peaceful.

It has been a few weeks since that night and Hiromi couldn’t keep his mind off of it. How you held him while he cried and then had the audacity to ask him if he ate that day. He couldn’t help the small smile gracing his lips.

As fate would have it after that you two had begun to work together on a lot of missions. He would be a liar if he said he hated having to spend all that time with you.

—-

The mission was short, they always were when it was you two; in and out. Some would even say you two were the “A-team” of sorcery.

He loved watching you fight, not even in a perverted way, well kinda. But mostly in a state of amazement.

Your technique and fighting style were graceful and unique to you. He also loved being able to help you improve, getting rid of some of your nasty habits that kept you at a grade 2.

“You’d already be a grade 1 sorcerer if you just got rid of some of those habits.” He would always say and you’d roll your eyes and go “yeah, like what habits?”

“Well for starters; running straight into battle without assessing the situation first.”

“I do assess the situation! As I’m running into it!” You wink at him, a sly smirk sliding across your face.

Dear Christ.

“You’re so lucky you’re strong.” He said with a sigh turning his body from you to hide the smile threatening to break his features.

Your aggravated sigh pulled him from his thoughts, he down casts his gaze to you, you’re looking at your phone. Brows squeezed together in that cute little pout you do when you're mad.

“What is it?”

“Just my stupid landlord again.” You answer as you shove your phone back into your pocket. The same landlord you’ve been having issues with for the last several months, Hiromi is very well acquainted with the issue at hand.

“What did he do now?”

First it was the refusal to fix the heater, then it was the dryer, then it was ac that summer. What could it have possibly be now? All of the above? His expression quickly softened when your pout turned into one of sheer sadness.

“He just randomly decided I can’t have Mable anymore.” Your cat Mable, he’s met her a few times older and sweet, you’ve had her since you were in your early teens.

“He can’t do that, that's illeg-“

“He thinks can, Mable was never listed on the lease, I was an idiot and just asked him if I could move in with her and he said yes.” You shook your head “Sorry for cutting you off by the way.”

He racked his brain, he’s a lawyer well was a lawyer, not a civil one though and it’s been a while-

“I’m just gonna say to hell with it and find a new place, I was getting real tired of him anyway.”

His mouth opened and the words tumbled out before he could even stop them.

“I have a spare room.”

Well kinda, it was his home office, that he didn’t use anymore but it was a room nonetheless.

Silence. He didn’t like that. He felt stupid. Really stupid actually.

He didn’t dare look at you, sweat started to bead on his forehead.

“Okay, sure!”

His heart stopped.

Okay sure?!! All of that silence for an “okay, sure.”??!! This woman is gonna kill me. He thought.

“Okay, just let me know a date, I have to clear some stuff out, we can talk logistics later.” He sounded composed and collected, thank God for having been a lawyer at one time because on the inside he was anything but those two things at the moment.

He had never lived with anyone outside of his parent before let alone a woman……That also happens to be a woman whom raises his blood pressure to an unhealthy level.

“Oh! There’s Ichiji!”

Your voice pulls him out of the recesses of his mind, thank God because he was drowning in there, as per-usual.

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It had been a few days since that mission, Hiromi would a be liar if he had denied going home that night and cleaning out that spare bedroom. Good thing he was an organized man, so it wasn't a challenge.

He felt a smile curl on his lips as he looked at the empty room, it was actually the bigger of the two in his apartment. He didn’t really feel he needed a large area to sleep in considering it was all he was going to be doing in there.

He was excited, to have a friend like you be so close.

Yeah, a friend.

It would be good for him, he has been rebuilding himself from the ground up and because of you he’s starting to feel he could actually move on from the past.

Not forget but just move on, there was a different kind of peace in that. To not forget his actions but to just continue on knowing there is a future for him just not the one he imagined.

His phone buzzing in his pocket brought him out of his daydream, he’s been doing that a lot lately.

A text message flashed on his screen from you, he chuckled at the name for you in his phone.

Odd One:

Hey, so I was thinking maybe at the end of next week, he wants me out asap if I’m not willing to pay this stupid deposit or get rid of Mabel. I just wanna leave.

Hiromi:

That should work depending on how nice headquarters is with our “days off”

Also I’m no lawyer but I’m pretty sure what he’s doing is illegal 🤔

He chuckled out-loud at his own joke, and then he proceeded to cringe at it afterwards.

God, that was bad. He thought.

He didn’t think on it for very long because you were already replying to him.

Odd One:

Haha! You’re sooooo funny.

You said we still have to talk logistics so do you wanna go get something to eat and talk it over later?

But if you actually just hate me that’s okay too.

He thought two things in that moment.

1st: God, you really are odd.

2nd: How could he get his fingers to work faster at typing any form of “yes”

Hiromi:

Yeah we can, and no I don’t hate you, stop being odd.

Let’s meet at that one ramen place we like at 8.

Odd One:

You mean Sakura’s? I didn’t know dementia started to set in at 37, how sad.

Hiromi:

Just shut up and be there.

On his side of the screen the annoyed tone was anything but. He was giddy in a way a 16 year old boy would be when it came to a “date”.

It’s not a date, idiot. He has to remind himself.

It was casual dinner with a soon to be roommate.

But still the excitement would not leave him and neither would the smile plastered on his face as he slid his phone back in his pocket.

Little bit of a longer chapter there, I’m really enjoying writing this. I don’t really have an idea on how many parts this is gonna turn out to be but as long as I’m still having fun I’ll be here!

I also really,really enjoying writing from Hiromi’s pov, you don’t see it lot and I think it’s because it’s really hard to capture his personality.

So I’m challenging myself (to do things I assume I shouldn’t be doing….I’m sorry I’m stupid.) to keep this series mostly in his perspective but don’t worry readers we will have our moments!!

I really do think Hiromi is very shy when it comes to this sort of thing. He’s never had the time or energy to focus on a love interest or anything pertaining to his wants and needs.

But that’s something for another time, probably in another headcannon list I’m working on -wink wink nudge nudge-

-Lee