“The case is open.”

“𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆.” — 𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐈 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔𝐌𝐀

just higuruma eating you out like a starved man. (oh what men with big noses do to me).

The door to your shared apartment clicked shut behind Higuruma, the sound heavy with the weight of his exhaustion. His hair was disheveled, strands sticking up from where he'd run his hands through it too many times during the day. He shrugged off his suit jacket, letting it drop onto the couch without a care, his tie already loosened around his neck. You could see the tension etched into every line of his face, his eyes shadowed by the relentless pressure of back-to-back court cases. Tomorrow's retrial loomed like a storm cloud, he had to prove his client's innocence, and the stakes felt impossibly high after today's grilling in the courtroom.

He spotted you in the living room, curled up on the couch with a book, and something in his expression softened just a fraction. “Hey,” he muttered, voice rough from hours of arguing. You set the book aside and stood, crossing to him. His arms wrapped around you immediately, pulling you close, his face burying into your shoulder. He inhaled deeply, like your scent was the only thing grounding him. “Rough day,” he admitted, his breath warm against your skin.

You nodded, running your fingers through his hair. “I can tell. You need to unwind.” His grip tightened, hands sliding down to your hips, thumbs pressing into the soft flesh there. The air between you shifted, charged with the unspoken need for release. He kissed your neck, slow at first, then harder, teeth grazing your skin. “I need you,” he whispered, the words laced with desperation.

Before you could respond, he was guiding you toward the bedroom, his steps urgent. Clothes came off in a hurried tangle. Your shirt tugged over your head, his buttons popped open as you worked his shirt free. His pants hit the floor, revealing the bulge straining against his boxers, but he ignored it, focused entirely on you. He pushed you back onto the bed, but then paused, eyes locking onto yours with that intense, lawyer's gaze. “Sit on my face,” he said, voice low and commanding, the stress making him direct, unfiltered.

Your heart raced at the request, heat pooling between your legs. You loved this—loved how his big nose fit perfectly against you, how it added that extra pressure that made everything sharper. He lay back on the pillows, pulling you up his body until you straddled his chest. His hands gripped your thighs, fingers digging in with a firmness that bordered on bruising, holding you steady as you shifted forward. The emotional undercurrent hummed between you.

You positioned yourself over his mouth, knees on either side of his head, your pussy hovering just above his lips. He didn't wait—his tongue flicked out, flat and broad, licking a slow stripe up your slit. The sensation hit you immediately, wet and insistent, making your breath hitch. “Higuruma...'”you whimpered, hands bracing on the headboard for balance. He groaned into you, the vibration sending a jolt through your core. His nose brushed your clit as you lowered yourself further, the prominent bridge pressing right against that sensitive bundle of nerves. It was perfect, the size of it allowing you to grind down just right, the tip nudging your clit with every subtle rock of your hips.

His grip on your thighs tightened, nails biting into the skin as he pulled you closer, urging you to ride him harder. He ate you out like a man starved, tongue delving deep into your folds, lapping at your entrance before sucking your inner lips into his mouth. The sounds were obscene—wet smacks and your soft gasps filling the room. You could feel the tension in his body, the way his shoulders tensed beneath you, channeling all that pent-up frustration into devouring you.

You started moving, rolling your hips in a rhythm that had his nose rubbing circles over your clit. It was overly sensitive already, swollen from the building arousal, each press sending sparks up your spine. “I caaant” you moaned, the words tumbling out unbidden. He hummed in response, the sound buzzing against your skin, encouraging you. His tongue thrust inside you now, fucking in and out with deliberate strokes, while his upper lip sealed around your clit, sucking lightly. The dual sensation was overwhelming, his nose grinding against the hood, tongue filling you, hands kneading your thighs like he was anchoring himself to reality through your body.

Sweat beaded on your skin, your breaths coming in short, ragged bursts. You were a whimpering mess, trying to hold back the orgasm threatening to crash over you. Your clit throbbed under the relentless pressure of his nose, every grind making it pulse harder. “Not yet,” you gasped, fingers tangling in his hair, tugging lightly. But he didn't let up, if anything, he ate you more fiercely, tongue swirling inside you, tasting every inch. His big hands slid up, one thumb parting your folds wider for better access, the other holding your ass, guiding your movements.

The emotional tension coiled tighter, his stress manifesting in the way he gripped you, like letting go of you would bring the world crashing back. You felt it in the quiver of his fingers, the low growls vibrating from his throat. “Come on,” he murmured against your pussy, lips brushing your clit. “Let me taste it.” His words pushed you closer, the realism of his need making your resolve crack. You rocked faster, chasing the edge while fighting it, your thighs trembling in his hold. His nose pressed deeper, the bridge flattening your clit just right, friction building to an unbearable peak.

Tears pricked your eyes from the intensity, your whimpers turning to cries as you teetered on the brink. He sucked harder, tongue flicking your entrance, nose bumping rhythmically. Finally, you couldn't hold it, your body seized, pussy clenching around his tongue as you came, flooding his mouth with your release. He drank it down greedily, hands locking you in place, nose still grinding to draw out every shudder.

As you collapsed forward, panting, he licked you clean with gentle swipes, his grip loosening but not releasing. The stress in his eyes had eased, replaced by a sated gleam. “Better,” he rasped, voice muffled.

You swear you were just planning to collapse on the sofa when you got home. Maybe order some takeaway and watch some mindless TV show with your legs stretched across your husband's lap.

So, exactly how did you end up straddling Hiromi Higuruma in the bathtub, hot water sloshing over the edge as you sink down onto him?

“That's it, darling. Just like that.”

Hiromi's voice is low and rough, strained in a way that makes heat slick down your spine and pool between your thighs. His hand grips your hips beneath the water surface, gently guiding you as you adjust to the stretch of him inside you.

You found him in here five minutes ago, tie discarded somewhere in the bedroom, shirt unbuttoned and abandoned on the bathroom floor. He'd been leaning back in the tub with his eyes closed, the water up to his chest, looking more exhausted than you'd seen him in weeks. The case he's working on is brutal, you know that. Long hours, impossible odds, the kind of work that wore him down.

"Join me?" he'd asked, opening one eye to look at you, and there was something so vulnerable in his expression that you couldn't refuse.

And that's how your own clothes joined him on the floor before you slipped into the bath with him.

Now his hair is wet and pushed back from his face, water droplets clinging to his jaw and the tip of his nose, and he's looking at you like you're the only thing that's keeping him from totally dissociating.

“I missed you,” you murmur, rolling your hips experimentally. The water makes everything feel different than it would be in the bedroom. More languid and slower, every shift and movement creating a ripple against your skin.

“Missed you too.” His thumb traces circles on your hip bone, a tender gesture that contrasts with the way he's so deeply buried inside of you. “Missed you so much, I thought about you all day. I kept checking my watch, counting down the hours until I could see you again.”

There's something unfairly attractive about him like this. His usually so composed in his suits and professional demeanour, now completely undone. His cheeks are flushed from the heat of the bath, his lips parted as he watches you move above him, and those tired, dark eyes are filled with something that makes your heart flutter.

"You're beautiful," he says, almost reverent, one hand leaving your hip to cup your face. Water drips from his fingers down your cheek. “Do you know that? How beautiful you are?”

You lean into his touch, your own hands braced on his shoulders for leverage. "You might have mentioned it a few times today before work.”

"Not enough, then." He pulls you down into a kiss, slow and deep, his tongue sliding against yours as you continue to move. When he pulls back, he's smiling—that rare, genuine smile that transforms his whole face. "I should tell you more often.”

The water sloshes dangerously as you pick up your pace, and Hiromi makes a low sound of appreciation, his head falling back against the edge of the tub. His hands slide up your sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of your breasts, and you gasp at the sensation.

"That's my girl," he murmurs, his voice dropping lower. "Taking me so perfectly. You feel incredible.”

There's something about the praise, the genuine affection in his tone, that makes everything feel more intense. This isn't just sex. It's comfort, connection, coming home to each other after a long day and finding solace in familiar touches.

"Hiromi," you breathe, your rhythm faltering as pleasure builds low in your stomach. “Fuck, I'm-”

"I know." One hand slides between your bodies, finding your clit with practised ease. The water makes his touch slippery, maddening, and you rock against his hand desperately. "I've got you. Come for me, darling.”

His other hand tangles in your wet hair, pulling you down for another kiss as his hips start to move beneath you, meeting your movements with deep, purposeful thrusts that make the water splash over the side of the tub. But you just can't seem to bring yourself to care about the mess.

"So good to me," he murmurs against your lips. "So perfect. What did I do to deserve you?”

The combination of his fingers, his cock hitting that spot inside you that makes your vision blur, and his voice, fuck, that deep, sincere voice telling you how much he wants you, needs you, sends you over the edge. Your orgasm rolls through you in waves that seem to match the water around you, and you bury your face in his neck to muffle your moans.

"Beautiful," Hiromi groans, his rhythm becoming erratic as you clench around him. “You're so beautiful when you come undone for me.”

He follows moments later, his grip on you tightening as he buries himself deep, your name falling from his lips like something precious. For a long moment, you stay like that, wrapped around each other in the cooling water, both breathing hard.

When you finally lift your head to look at him, his expression is soft, content in a way you rarely see. He reaches up to brush wet strands of hair from your face, his touch impossibly gentle.

"Thank you," he says quietly.

"For the sex?" you tease, though your voice is breathless.

"For coming home to me." He pulls you closer, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "For being here.”

You settle against his chest, the water lapping gently around you both. "Always," you murmur. "Though we should probably clean up this mess before it leaks through to our downstairs neighbour.”

He laughs, the sound rumbling through his chest beneath your ear. “In a minute. Let me hold you first.”

it's been that way since you first met at the law firm. any time you talked, you'd zone out staring at his nose. it was just so.. perfect.

it was big.

and crooked.

and god it looked extra good when he wore his glasses.

when the two of you began dating, the staring problem got worse.

"darling, are you listening to me?" your eyes widened when his voice interrupted your highly erotic thoughts.

"uh, yeah. sorry."

it was blatantly obvious.

"why don't you just sit on it, love?" higuruma finally said, taking off his reading glasses. he placed them on the nightstand next to his book. you walked to his side, already in your nightgown, in which he was eyeing. fuck, did he love those things on you.

"on what, hiro?"

his hand pulled you in closer, making you straddle his lap. he sighed softly, taking you all in. you weren't wearing a bra, nipples evident under your attire. and even through his clothing, he could feel the material of your silk panties.

"y'know, my nose? know you'd like that." he murmured quietly.

you froze.

"i have no idea what you're talking about." you stuttered. you didn't need a mirror to know you were flushed. higuruma chuckled, letting his hands go up and down your torso, groping roughly.

"oh c'mon.. think I don't notice the way you stare at it?" he asks you with a low, teasing voice. "ride it baby."

-

higuruma took a long sniff of your cunt when you hovered over his face, darting his tongue out to taste you. your words died on your mouth when he placed small pecks on your clit.

"smells good."

he had you fully sat down, thighs on either side of his face. a sharp groan escaped him, vibrating throughout you. his nose poked at your clit every time you rolled your hips.

"fuck." his tongue licked long stripes between your folds.

your breathing grew heavier, quickening your pace. "hiromi.." you held onto the headboard while your free hand gripped his hair, tugging at the black locks.

his fingernails dug into your thighs, helping you grind on him. "feels good?"

"yes!" you clenched around his tongue, already feeling your orgasm building up. he inserted two fingers into your velvety walls, curling them at an angle to scrape at your g-spot.

"told you you'd like this..."

your boyfriend's face was covered in your slick. not like he minded. he continued lapping at your juices, nudging his nose harder.

"hiro!" you let out a broken sob, body quivering when you came.

higuruma slurped happily. the wet sounds almost being torture for you. when he gently pushed you off, he shoved his tongue down your throat forcing you to taste yourself.

"gotta do this more often.. haven't made you cum this hard before."

yeah, definitely doing this again.

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you don’t even need to tell hiromi what you want (need) after a long day at work. all you have to do is shut the door a little harder than usual, kick your shoes off with a little more force, and he’s already in front of you, hands running up and down your back. your hands slip around his neck as you pull him closer to you, resting your head on his chest. 

you know he’s had a tough day at work, as he always does. his tie is loose around his neck, top buttons of his white shirt undone. the two of you stand there in silence, letting the comfort of finally being at home in each other’s arms envelop you. 

he doesn't need to ask you how your day was. you don't need to ask him. the both of you know it all too well; the stress, the fatigue, the sleepless nights. it’s even rare for you to be at home at the same time at an adequate hour in the evenings. so, the fact that you’re finally alone with him before midnight on a weekday is making you unreasonably horny. you can smell his aftershave from the morning lingering on his skin, feel the warmth of his calloused palms as they caress your bare arms.

it’s been days—no, weeks—since the two of you have had sex. but you don't want to burden him, to ask him to pick you up and take care of you in the ways you so desperately crave. so, the two of you trudge to your shared bedroom to get changed out of your stifling work clothes. 

higuruma watches you as you slide your trousers off, arms folded across his chest, the muscles in his forearms drawn taut. as you begin to unbutton your shirt, you feel his firm chest brush up against your back, hands slipping the fabric off of your body and snaking around your bare waist, pulling you close. he dips his head down, peppering loving kisses across your shoulders, trailing upwards to your neck. as he nips at your skin and his hands roam over your stomach, lightly massaging your breasts, you can't help but sigh. it’s laced with need and longing, and your husband knows this. 

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being a good little helper for your boss higuruma (˶˃𐃷˂˶)

after lying on your resume about being a paralegal, higuruma was unsure about what to do with you, so he put you to better use. 

you weren’t expecting someone to actually hire you; the job market sucked and still does, so you tried to lie your way into a job, not thinking too far ahead as to what was going to happen if you actually got hired. 

to your luck, a few companies emailed you about the applications you put in, one of them being higuruma's company. 

after emailing him back and going through with the interview, it didn’t take rocket science to watch you for one second and come to the conclusion that you didn’t know what the hell you were doing. 

higuruma caught on when you came in on your first day with a skirt that barely covered your ass, the fabric stopping just above the bottom of your ass. 

even pushing that to the side and giving you an assignment, after two hours of an assignment that’s only supposed to take fifteen minutes, he was definite about you lying when it comes to being a paralegal. 

the thing is, he didn’t want to fire you. he liked not being able to get work done because he was distracted by your outfits or your cute voice when asking a question, so he decided to just move your position so you can be more helpful. 

spit gathered on the sides of your mouth and down your chin, the tip of his thick dick hitting the back of your throat repeatedly, making your eyes water, your hands holding onto his thighs to keep a grip. 

he groans, the pen in his hand trembling, the other one keeping a firm grip on the back of your throat. 

“there you go, you’re doing such a good job. can you go deeper for me?”

you gargle a “yes” around his dick that fills your mouth to the brim, a glassy gloss from your spit and his cum coating your lips.

he found your skill set to be much more useful when your mouth is full with him while he works, or when you’re sitting on his dick, your warm walls tight around him while he just stays inside of you. no movement; just the feeling of you around him while he typed something up just felt better. 

higuruma doesn’t care that you lied; you’ve been a great addition to the company, even winning employee of the month five times since you’ve been there, rewarding your great behavior and hand-to-mouth ratio whenever you’re in between his thighs. 

he likes the fact that you’re distracting but not enough to where you’re fucking things up around the building; he likes that you’re a pretty face and body but also a great helper where it counts, and he likes watching your eyes light up whenever he praises you about the most mundane things.

when he walks into the office with his drink and the other drink, sugary and cold, in his hand, he’s smiling.

his heart beating in a cute rhythm, ready to see you. watch those pretty eyes light up when the two of you “accidentally” bump into each other. 

“oh! looking for me? " your voice is soft and high, always edging a little around nervous, your eyes directly on his as his smile brightens, handing you the drink he gets you every day. 

yeah, he likes having your mouth around his dick or you cockwarming him, but he also just likes having you around and seeing that pretty smile and hearing those heels click every which way around the building. 

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