Cilek's dreams

٠࣪⭑ GODFATHER!NAOYA ZENIN X READER

⋆ .˚ !! ݁ fem. reader, MDNI, nsfw, unprepared, creampie, unprotected piv, breeding k., naoya is the heir of the zenin mafia, reader is naoya's wife, obsession, lil dirty talk.

you can find other characters in the masterlist

Naoya burst into your shared master bedroom like a storm. He was hours away from being officially crowned the Don of the Zenin syndicate, and the adrenaline was making him feral or maybe hard. His ego was burning inside him.

You were sitting on your vanity, draped in a silk gown that left nothing to the imagination for him. Still not ready for ceremony.

He didn't say a word as he came up behind you, his large hands gripping your waist and pulling you flush against his chest as you still sat down. "Four years, two kids, and you still look like a fucking dream, unfair."

He whispered it against your neck. "My sweet girl." When his hand slid up inside your thighs and realized you weren't wearing anything underneath, he let out a chuckle. "Yeah.. Always ready for your man. That's my girl."

He spun you around and hoisted you onto the vanity, scattering your designer perfumes everywhere. "Naoya–!!" There was no foreplay, no sweetness in him. Just the raw, unfiltered hunger of him who was about to own the city and wanted to remind you who owned you first.

He messed with his belt, freeing his heavy length. Without a second of hesitation, he parted your thighs and he drove into you in one deep, soul-shattering thrust. "Fuck... you're so tight," he hissed, his grip on your little hips bruising. "Still taking me like it's the first time baby.. I was thinking about fucking you before nnh– damn ceremony.."

His pace was relentless. Raw. The vanity creaked against the wall with every punishing hit. He was burying his nose to your slim neck. "Tell me whose little slut you are," he muttered, kissing your neck from side. "Tell me you want me to.. put another baby in you right now. Another heir for ah–my fucking throne hah."

"N-Naoyanhh— yours..please..."You didn't hold back your moans. You knew how sensitive Naoya was to your sweet moans. You could feel your pussy clenching around his meaty dick as you held onto his broad shoulders. Actually you weren't expecting Naoya to be fucking you on your vanity when you were supposed to be getting ready for that damn ceremony?? But you didn't care, you were always hungry for him.

Your perfectly styled hair was slightly sticking to your neck and forehead. You weren't kissing Naoya to avoid ruining your perfect makeup. What a sweet slut, he thought.

He didn't hold back as you expected. He slammed into you with everything he had, his sweat was dripping from his throat. As you hit your peak, crying his name, he drove in one last time, pinning you against the mirror. "Fuuck—Nao.."

He came hard, creaming your walls to the absolute brim. You could feel the warmth of him leaking out, coating your thighs. He pulled out slowly, admiring his handwork. He leaned down, catching a little tear with his thumb before giving you a butterfly kiss on your glossy lips.

"I wonder if we can fuck after cere—"

You just pushed him by his chest and fixed your gown, walking to the bathroom. "In your dreams."

He rolled his eyes and laughed it off, "How kind of you woman." Fixing his pants before going out again like nothing happened.

!! english is not my first language !! i hope you guys enjoy :3

٠࣪⭑ GODFATHER!SATORU GOJO X READER

⋆ .˚ !! ݁ fem. reader, MDNI, nsfw, blowjob, age-gap, satoru is a godfather, lovely older bf!toru, fluff??, happy endings.

you can find other characters in the masterlist

The Tokyo summer heat was suffocating, painting the sky in beautiful shades of orange and violet as the sun trying to dip lower. You stepped out of the university gates, expecting the usual low-key black car. Instead, a fleet of six armored SUVs screeched to a halt, looking like a goddamn army.. Your face frowned, what the heck was this you thought. "Please don't be Toru, no no no.."

The lead car was riddled with bullet holes, the paint scratched from a very recent shootout. The people around stopped to stare as Satoru Gojo stepped out, looking like a fucking god in a tailored suit, he lowered his shades and smirked at you like he hadn't just survived an assassination attempt. Blood stains on his black blazer. "Hey, baby. Class out early?"

Your frown deepened, you literally just turned away and tried to walk another way but he just chuckled, pulling you to his way by your waist. You pushed his hand away. "Are you fucking kidding me?! Look at the cars!! Someone gonna report me to school—"

"Report you? In my city, who’s gonna report you to who, darling?" He rumbled, that arrogant but grounding tone vibrating in his chest. "Get in. I’ll handle everything for my pretty baby."

Inside, the air smelled like expensive cologne and burnt gunpowder. Even though you genuinely hated him right now, you sat in the passenger seat and sighed, looking at him. You really you really did hate this man now as he took the wheel, kissing your knuckles as he spoke in that soft, soothing voice he only used for you. "I'm sorry, okay? It was an unplanned skirmish, but I couldn't leave you for someone else to pick up, city is dangerous now."

No matter how much you wanted to pull your hand away, the bloodstains on his shirt and his hair, which didn't look as perfect as ever, stopped you. The calluses on his hand caressed your soft hand as you looked out the window. You didn't need to open it; it was already half-shattered anyway. "I literally don't know what to say."

He didn't say anything too, leaving you to yourself.

As he veered onto a secluded forest road leading to the private estate, his expression sharpened. He checked the rearview mirror. "Now, little lady... I need you to keep your head down for a few minutes. Let’s not take risks before we hit the safe zone, right?"

You turned to him in a pout, "For real?" He nodded and patted your head, "You can hop onto the back seat too baby, I don't want you to see any round 2."

When he looked at you with a truly serious but patient expression, you gazed into his deep blue eyes for a while. Then you leaned your head against his lap. Pulled your legs towards yourself in this position and let him play with your hair with one hand.. You sighed again, don't know how you ended up with this man.

But then, your eyes fell on his heavy length pressing against the fabric of his trousers, to your soft cheek. The urge to tease him awakened within you. As Satoru focused on the road, you reached for his belt. "Soo you want me down here to stay safe, Toru?" you whispered, looked up to his eyes for a second.

Satoru’s breath hitched, "No, I mean.." his grip on the wheel tightening until his knuckles turned white, he tried to smile. "Baby... not the time. I need to focus on the road–"

But you didn't listen. When you flicked his zipper down and took him into your mouth, a low, guttural growl escaped his throat. He leaned his head back against the leather. Still riding car. "Fuck... you’re literally.. going to be the death of me." With one hand you pulled his length light. Moistened its slightly pink tip in your mouth, taking it deeper. When your glossy lips placed a light kiss on its tip, Satoru felt too much things in his stomach.

"Nnh– ah." He moved his hips upward slightly. With one hand still on the wheel, he stroked your head, sometimes pressing down for you to take him in your throat. He moaned as the warmth hit the spot on your throat, not caring at all about the sound passing through the broken glass. "You take it well–hah.. my baby."

You continued to run your tongue over his length. You knew he was too close to reaching. He moaned for a last time and pressed your head down again, you started swallowing the liquid that gushed down your throat.

"Yeah milk it baby.. fuck.."

Continued until it was all gone, sucked it gently. Then, with a popping sound, you pulled your lips away from his erection, which was beginning to subside. You tucked him back into his boxers and pants. Adjusted his belt like a sweet little girl.

Eventually, as all cars passed through the heavy iron gates of the estate, you sat up, straightened your clothes, and wiped your lips with the back of your hand, looking perfectly innocent as you checked your hair in the mirror.

Satoru looked at you with pure, unadulterated worship. "We should get out of the city for a bit. The jet is ready, we’re heading to the airport."

You turned and looked into his eyes, which seemed tired not from the other things, but from what you did, and with innocent guilt you nodded your head and leaned on his arm as he continued driving. He put one arm around your shoulder, wondering how he could have fallen so innocently in love with a brat like you. You watched him, wondering how you'd managed to bring such a man to his knees. He rested his head against yours and continued driving, kissed your head softly.

!! english is not my first language !!

٠࣪⭑ GODFATHER!TOJI ZENIN X READER

⋆ .˚ !! ⋆ fem. reader, MDNI, nsfw, fingering, oral, toji is a lovely bf, age-gap, toji is a part of zenin mafia, fluff??

you can find other characters in the masterlist

Toji entered the room like a ghost returning from the dead, reeking of expensive tobacco and the faint metallic scent of blood, not his blood for sure. He’d been gone for days—no calls, no texts, nothing but the rumors of the stupid Zenin members whispering that their 'executioner' had finally met his match. You were a wreck, curled up on his bed mourning a man who was too stubborn to die.

When the heavy door creaked open, you didn't hesitate. You literally jumped out off bed and threw yourself at him, fists pounding against his broad, solid chest as your tears flowed down from your blushed cheeks. "I thought you were dead! You bastard!! You didn't text, you didn't send word... I hate you Toji-shi I hate you!!"

He didn't flinch. Just wrapped his scarred arms around you, pulling you so tight against him that your feet left the floor. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent like it was the only thing keeping him human. "Silly girl," he grunted, his voice gravelly and deep. "I told you I’m hard to kill."

The age gap between you always felt more prominent in moments like this—he was the seasoned hunter, and you were the one thing he actually bothered to protect, his little baby.

He hoisted you up, sat on the edge of the bed with you in his lap, and cupped your face. His calloused thumbs wiped your tears with surprising tenderness again. "Stop crying... Baby, look at me. I'm fine. See?" He peppered your face with kisses. Your forehead, your temples, the tip of your nose and all over your head. He ran his fingers through your hair, pulling you closer. "All I did in that hell was imagine your voice," he whispered against your neck. He buried his face in your shoulder for minutes, just inhaling your scent as if trying to prove you were real. "You better now?"

You nodded lightly against his chest, tilted your head up just to meet him with a light kiss. "Don't leave me again." He nodded to your whine and simply kissed your lips again, too needy. The mood shifted from emotional to growing heat. Toji laid you back on the mattress, hovering over you but not giving his weight on you. "It's your time to show me how much you missed me darling, let me see.. ah." He slid his hand between your legs, finding you completely dripping for him already. A light, satisfied smirk tugged at the corner of his scarred lip. "Look at this... you missed me even more than I thought then."

He shoved two thick fingers inside you without warning. Toji wasn't gentle; he was firm, sure of every move, stretching you until you were sobbing his name for an entirely different reason. "Nh—Toji.. Shit.."

"Keep that energy," he growled, picking up the pace until you were arching off the mattress. "I didn't walk through hell just to hear you be quiet." He made you whine again as he curled his fingers inside your aching hole, "I hate y..nhyou."

Just as you reached the ledge, he pulled back, grabbing your ankles and pulling you to the edge of the bed. He dove down, his face disappearing between your thighs. Toji’s tongue was a lethal weapon. He lapped at you with a hunger that made your toes curl, his heavy breaths vibrating against your sensitive skin. "You taste like—Heaven." He whispered on your clit, worked you until you were a sobbing, twitching mess, climaxing right against his mouth as you tangled your fingers into his dark hair. When he finally looked up, seeing your all flushed and messy face, he was too pleased.

He climbed back up the bed, wiped you and pulling you under his massive frame and locking you in his arms. He tucked your head under his chin, your head resting on his chest where you could hear the slow, steady beat of his heart. He stroked your hair, planting a long, lingering kiss on your forehead. "I missed you so fucking much it was driving me insane outta there," he confessed, his voice rare and vulnerable. "Toji–"

"I'm not going anywhere," he whispered into your hair. "You're my only home, kiddo. My only one." He took your hand, lacing his fingers with yours and not leaving. Pressed his other calloused palm against your cheek. "Go to sleep now. I’ll be right here when the sun comes up. I promise, baby." You clung to him, finally safe in the arms of the most dangerous man in the city..

"You promise?" You wanted to ask. Your head was turned towards his face, full of scars but still beautiful to you more than anything, you felt warm in his arms.

"I promise darling."

!! english is not my first language !! I hope you guys enjoy :33

⭑.ᐟ NISHI’S MASTERLIST

⋆˚｡⋆!! JUJUTSU KAISEN !! ˚｡⋆

ʚɞ GOJO SATORU

Godfather AU ,,

Dear Rikujō Bakuryōchō ,,

Better ,,

ʚɞ NAOYA ZENIN

Clan leader ,,

Godfather AU ,,

Platonic ,,

Husband ,,

Team Captain ,,

ʚɞ NANAMI KENTO

Police AU ,,

Godfather AU ,,

Dentist ,,

Better ,,

ʚɞ HIGURUMA HIROMI

Police AU ,,

Godfather AU ,,

Tell me the truth ,,

Better ,,

ʚɞ TOJI ZENIN

My Fault ,,

Godfather AU ,,

Ride ,,

ʚɞ SUKUNA RYOMEN

Legendary lovers ,,

Godfather AU ,,

Reversed ,,

Breathe ,,

Favorite ,,

ʚɞ YUUJI ITADORI

Godfather AU ,,

Reversed ,,

Uncle ,,

ʚɞ GETO SUGURU

Reversed ,,

Godfather AU ,,

Pay with your heart ,,

٠࣪⭑ GODFATHER!HIGURUMA HIROMI X READER

⋆ .˚ ‼ ݁ fem. reader, MDNI, nsfw, fingering, mating press, unprotected piv, Higuruma is the lawyer of one of the underground syndicate groups, reader is a star witness, obsession, mean higuruma.

you can find other characters in the masterlist

The air in Higuruma’s all black designed penthouse office was thick enough to choke you in. Outside, the Tokyo rain was relentless but inside the only sounds were the amber liquid hitting the bottom of a crystal glass and the low hum of the desk lamp. Higuruma was the man who made the syndicate’s messiest bodies and bloodiest money disappear. And you? You were the star witness he’d tucked away in his 'safe house' his little obsession and his private little secret. Were you enjoying in this hell? No. But was he making you enjoy? For sure.

Higuruma had tossed his black blazer over the chair, his tie hanging loose around his neck. His shirt was unbuttoned just enough to show a glimpse of his toned chest, sleeves rolled up to his elbows in that frantic, weird way that always made your stomach flip. "Get over here," he said, his voice so low and laced with tiredness that your body moved before your brain could even process the command. He wasn't usually that commanding to you.

When you reached his desk, he swept the legal files aside with a rough shove and gripped your waist, hoisting you onto the mahogany surface in one fluid motion. Your skirt hiked up, your bare skin hitting the cool wood, but Higuruma’s body heat was so intense it made you shiver.

"I saw the way those fucking men were looking at you when you visited me in other office," he murmured, leaning in until his lips were inches from yours. His calloused fingers traced your jawline before his grip tightened, forcing you to look at him. "In my world, we call that a 'violation of property.' And I fucking hate it when people touch what belongs to me. Got it?"

When he crashed his lips against yours, he tasted like expensive whiskey and those expensive cigarettes—vanilla-like. One hand gripped the edge of the desk while the other traveled up your thigh, hooking into the lace of your panties. "I’m going to have to penalize you tonight, aren't I sweets?" he whispered against your mouth.

Without a second of hesitation, he shoved you back onto the desk completely this time. Your spine hit the scattered paperwork as he grabbed your ankles and pushed your knees all the way to your chest. He threw his entire weight onto you, his chest crushing yours until it was hard to breathe for you. His hardness was grinding directly against your soaking wetness through his slacks, his hand moving to wrap firmly but carefully around your throat.

"Look at me," he mumbled, those tired, dark eyes pinning you down. "Every time I touch you, I want you to remember exactly who you belong to."

His fingers pulled your lace panties aside, diving straight into your slick heat. He swallowed your moan as two fingers started working inside you fast. The sound of pens and files clattering to the floor filled the room as he hit your sweet spots over and over, making your body arch like a bow.

"Mnh—Hiromi.. please.. fuck.." you whined, trying to move your legs from your chest just to wrap around his waist. "Not yet," he picked up the pace. He lightly moved one of your thighs aside from your chest so his hand could squeeze one of your breast, his thumb rolling over the sweet peak so roughly you saw stars and his fucking beautiful smirk.

He had you completely pinned, completely helpless under his frame.

Just as you were about to reach mountains, he pulled his fingers out, leaving you aching and leaking onto the mahogany. He fumbled with his belt, his tired eyes never leaving yours. When he was finally free, he settled back into that crushing position, doubling you over until you felt like you were being folded in half.

He entered you in one heavy, bone-deep thrust. The sound of his skin hitting your skin echoed through the silent office, between wet sounds of pounding. "Fuck— you're so tight." he hissed, burying his face in the crook of your neck. He nipped at your skin, sucking until he was sure he’d leave an aching mark. Every shove sent the heavy desk sliding an inch across the floor.

Higuruma’s rhythm was starving, like he is needy. He laced his fingers with yours, pinning your hands above your head. He wanted to make you feel every inch of him. Every hit, he was pushing you further toward the edge. When you finally reached your climax, your legs shook and you sobbed his name. He didn't stop. After a few more raw, deep drives, he filled you with his warmth, pressing his forehead against yours as he panted for air. "Attagirl."

He didn't let you up. He stayed there, buried deep inside you, stroking your hair as your body continued to twitch. "The verdict is in," he whispered into your ear this time, his voice returning to that calm, terrifyingly smooth tone. "You’re mine for life."

!! english is not my first language !! i hope you guys enjoy :3

POLICE AU!JJK CHARACTERS X READER

⋮ ❕️⋆.˚ fem. reader, MDNI, swf, slight nsfw, little age-gap, smoking. masterlist

⋆.˚ CHARACTERS: NANAMI KENTO, HIGURUMA HIROMI

♯ NANAMI KENTO

Nanami was at the corner of the street with his partner for their usual undercover patrol. His partner had stepped out of the car to grab some coffee and night snacks for himself and Nanami. He was leaning against the front of the undercover car, keeping an eye on the shops and the people while waiting. He pulled a pack of cigarettes from the small pocket of his fitted shirt. He lit one, adjusting his glasses as the smoke drifted from his lips. Dealing with the city exhausted him, but he was trying to distract himself.

Your stupid but fun birthday party with your friends had finally ended. Since you were sitting a bit far from Shoko and the other girls, you had said your goodbyes them. Your new necklace hung from your beautiful neck, you had bags of gifts from your friends in your arms, and a few balloons tied to your slim wrist. Your house wasn't far from the cafe-bar you were hanging out at, so you were walking down the street alone. Your heels made light, thudding sounds on the pavement as you checked the news on your phone, and then you bumped into a man. Actually, two men.

You frowned and looked at them, "Excuse me..."

When you leaned down to pick up your dropped phone, the bearded one let out a short whistle, ignored your apology, and shamelessly checked you out when you stood up. "No problem beautiful." The other tall one smirked at you as they let you pass. You sighed, feeling very uncomfortable. You fixed your dress, pulled your skirt down a bit, and started walking faster.

But you weren't stupid; you knew you were being followed. Still, you were too tired and slightly tipsy to run. What you didn't know was that a bit further away, on the other side of the street, an undercover cop leaning against a car, Nanami, had noticed the situation.

Nanami noticed you as he crushed his cigarette under his black shoe. Two men were walking not far behind you. Realizing his partner was still lingering in the shop, he crossed the street without even feeling the need to hide the gun at his waist. He walked light and reached to three of you. He grabbed both of men by their collars from behind before they could reach you at the corner of the street.

"Gentlemen, what's going on?"

The men were startled when they turned to see the blonde, tall and buffed man holding them. They smirked at each other and acted like nothing was wrong. "Uh... We were just following our friend." The voices behind you caught your attention and you turned around. Nanami’s gaze shifted to you, "Do you know these men?"

The man's deep voice and authority caught you off guard. You were already nervous, so you quickly shook your head and looked at the trio. "I... no." You were still trying to process it.

Nanami's next move was to pull his police badge from his pocket. The men's faces immediately filled with anxiety. They looked at you, then at Nanami. As one of them tried to speak, Nanami shoved them both toward the ground, leaned over them, and spoke. "I don't want to see you following anyone ever again."

Without saying a word, the men nodded, scrambled off the ground, and ran in the opposite direction. Nanami put his badge back in his pocket and turned to your sad face. He took a few steps toward you and pointed to the patrol car parked across the street. His voice and expression softened, speaking light and all gentleman. "Ma'am, it's not safe for you to be wandering around here alone at this hour. Please, come with me. I’m an undercover police, you’re safe."

You kept looking at the blonde man and nodded. You were happy he scared off the men following you and felt better being safe, but you were still shaken, and lightheaded. You followed him across the street and sat in the passenger seat. While waiting for him, you put the balloons tied to your wrist and the bags in the back seat. The small birthday girl crown on your head caught his attention; he turned forward and started the car. "Is it your birthday?" he asked with a slight curiosity, maintaining his professional tone but trying to soften the fearful look on your face.

You nodded, "Yes... the night is ending in a bit of a weird way but... uh... Thank you, by the way... I was just in shock, actually, I still am." You looked at his hands gripping the steering wheel and then at his profile. He was handsome. Even though you saw many uniformed or undercover cops in the city, this man’s attitude and posture were very attractive. You softly murmured your name; in response, he turned to you and gave a very, very faint smile, "Nanami Kento."

You nodded again and put your phone in your bag. The drive was short, and after giving him directions for a few minutes, you were in front of your apartment. You turned to the man and looked at his sharp features; he was already looking at you. "Thank you again... Mr. Nanami..."

With a slight nod, he spoke politely, "Let me help you with your things." He got out of the car before you did.

You stepped out and closed the door. You just took your key out of your bag, opened the apartment entrance door, and walked upstairs. Nanami followed you. Since you weren't wearing shorts under your dress and you were walking ahead of him, he could clearly see your small but round hips and cute lace panties, but he wasn't that kind of man. At least not in his shift. He looked down at his shoes and the stairs as he walked.

You stopped in front of your apartment door and opened it. You took off your heels, stepped inside, and took the balloons and bags Nanami was carrying. You set them aside and looked up at the man standing in your doorway. He was messing with your head.

As Nanami watched your small movements and body language, he looked at your dress strap that had slipped toward your shoulder for a few seconds, then back to your face. You noticed where his gaze went but didn't fix the fallen strap. You smiled at him slightly, sweetly tipsy. "Um... I guess your partner is waiting for you, so I can't ask if you'd like coffee but... at least let me get you some water??"

Before he could answer, you disappeared inside, and he eventually nodded. He leaned lightly against the doorframe and looked inside. The house was nice and pleasantly decorated. It was clear you were a student; he wondered what kind of life you had as you reappeared in front of him. He took the water you offered and looked away as he drank it. He held the half-empty glass. "Are you a university student?"

You nodded at his question... leaning against the other side of the inner door, watching him. You looked at the slight moisture on his lips, water's fault, and how perfectly his hair was combed. With the gun at his waist and his shirt fitting exactly as it should, he looked very attractive. Again and again. Maybe it was the effect of the shots Maki had forced you to take.

Even though he noticed you checking him out, Nanami didn't say anything. He was used to women and men doing that. When he finished the water, you lightly took the empty glass from his hand. "Thank you for the water, be careful next time. Good night, ma'am." Even though he was distracted by you, a lot actually, he knew he had to go. He had a job to do. He took one last look at your beautiful face and turned to the stairs.

However, as he turned to leave, you lightly grabbed his arm. He turned back to you with a slight look of surprise. He knew you were a bit tipsy and he had to resist his urge to take you inside and rip off that lace panties of yours. He took your hand in his and leaned over you. He tucked your hair behind your ear and smiled, gently. "It's okay... you're safe. Go inside and sleep."

But being safe wasn't the problem; you just didn't want him to leave at that moment. You looked up at him with eyes that made it clear you didn't want him to go. He could understand the look in your eyes. But he wasn't foolish enough to take advantage of someone who was definitely drunk and young. Still, he let you reach out and further moisten his lips that were already moistened from the water. You lightly wrapped your arms around his neck, standing on your tiptoes. You didn't know why you were acting this way, but you didn't really care, you wanted that cookie. He didn't reciprocate the kiss, he just allowed you to kiss him so perfectly. When you pulled back, wanting more and looking up at him all needy and sweet; His hand reached behind you, fixed the skirt of your dress, and lightly patted your hip with his large hand before speaking to your blushed cheek. "Can I have your number?"

♯ HIGURUMA HIROMI

Hiromi had quit being a lawyer because he was absolutely done with the justice system. However, his friends in high places knew a man of his caliber was too overqualified to just waste away. That’s why a friend of him offered him a position at one of Tokyo's police stations. Now, he was serving as a Precinct Captain. He evaluated statements and made critical calls, though he definitely missed the thrill of defense law. This was just a different step on the same path, almost everything crossed his desk before the prosecutors even caught wind of it.

In his office, he had his shirt sleeves rolled up, enjoying the breeze from the open window. He was reviewing a few files, dealing with paperwork that needed his signature, specifically the statements of some guys tossed into temporary lockup after a fight in a bar last night.

You were one of them.

He looked at your photo in the file and you were just stunning. He then read your statement. The situation was simple, but a physical fight was a physical fight. He thought it probably had started because of some guys harassing your girl group. "Waste of sperm." he muttered under his breath.

A few minutes later, there was a knock. An officer poked his head in. "Sir, the time’s up for the ones involved in last night’s fight. I was going to send them all to your office for evaluation, but... But mmm.. We learned that one of the boys' fathers is a prosecutor. A lawyer showed up and got all the guys out already. The other girls are refusing to talk, complaining about being 'wrongfully detained.' I could only bring one in... Should we use force, or is one enough??"

Without looking up, Hiromi gave a small nod. "One is enough."

He closed the files and leaned back into his black leather chair, crossing his arms over his chest as he watched you walk in. He wasn't surprised that you were at the center of the incident. In fact, he wasn't even surprised the others got out so fast through connections. He knew the system hadn't changed.

You were still wearing your glittery shorts and strapless top from last night; you were way too bright for a police station. Your makeup had completely faded, but you still looked sweet. Even with that stupidly cute frown on your face. You mirrored his posture and sat in the leather chair in front of his desk. A small nameplate sat there: 'Hiromi Higuruma, Precinct Captain.' Your gaze shifted to his sharp features after that. "You aren't going to keep us here any longer for this, right?? Because this is totaaally bullshit. Me and my girls didn't do anything—"

He understood your frustration, so he didn't cut you off yet. He leaned toward the desk and reopened the file. "So you're saying you didn't break one of those boys' noses and smash a bottle over another one's head, young lady?" He understood why you did it; he wasn't blaming you. He knew it was self-defense; he wasn't an idiot. He had dealt with this for years. But there were rules, and even if he had already decided what to do, he had to hear the story. Statements on paper didn't mean everything.

You sighed and buried your face in your hands for a second. Your nerves were shot. You leaned back and looked at him, trying to keep your voice from trembling despite the anger you felt.

"Sir, why don't you understand?? Do you want me to tell it again?? Then fine. Yes, I did those things, okay?? But that group of damn idiots harassed us all night. One of them spanked my ass while I was sitting at the bar, and when my friend went to the bathroom, another followed her in and tried to touch her, to kiss her. When I heard my friend's scream, I ran in with my other friend and we grabbed him. I punched him a few times, his nose was bleeding, so we got out of there. We were going to pay the tab and leave, but his shitty friends came up and started shouting at us, and one of them slapped my friend on her cheek. So.. So I just.. I grabbed a bottle from the bar and broke it over his head. Then we ran without paying because they were coming after us and it was chaos. Before we could even find a taxi, the bar security caught all of us... Then we came here, other cops took our statements and threw us in a cell but.. The whole night was disgusting, and those idiots got out hours ago just because one of them has a prosecutor dad. They didn't even press charges did you notice? Because they were guilty. But us?? We stayed here because our families aren't 'somebody,' and nobody even talked to us all night. Is this justice like for real? This is just... it's bullshit. You can't do this. Fine—I get it, there was violence, but were we supposed to just let them hit us and harass us?.. I seriously—" You were looking at the floor, rambling, when you felt a hand on your trembling arm.

He placed a glass of water in your hand and stepped back to his seat. You hadn't even noticed him move because you were so worked up. Your expression softened as you looked at him. He was watching you with a look that said he understood. You drank the water, clutching the empty glass in your lap.

"I understand you, okay? It’s fine. You can calm down. I already signed off on your release last night, but things take time. There’s an 8-hour hold for these situations." You were stunned when he said he had already approved your release. You had said so much in anger, but now you felt quiet. Just fragile. The events with Kugisaki and Shoko had left you exhausted. They were just too drained to even talk, and you had used the last of your strength to speak up.

Hiromi leaned his face on his hand, opening your file again. "You're a med student. It’s not hard to see you wouldn’t hurt someone for no reason. Just, next time... call the police instead of running, or if you're going to defend yourself, make sure the cops aren't looking." He murmured the last and turned to you. He took in the faded sparkle of your eyes, the cute little tattoos on your arms, and your friendship bracelets. He was actually frustrated too. He’d seen this too many times, but the desperation in your voice had cracked something inside him.

You swallowed and pushed the empty glass across the desk, fidgeting with your hands. "Um.. seriously? Well then... I'm not feeling very well, sorry if I said anything wrong." Hiromi nodded, watching your body language. He ran a hand through his black hair, stood up, and walked to the door. "Come on."

You stood up quickly and followed him. You went down to the temporary lockup floor, and after he spoke with another officer, they handed over your phones and your friends' bags. They let your friends out, too. You gave them a quick hug, and then you followed Hiromi to the ground floor exit. An officer handed you some papers. "You and your friends sign these and wait outside. Our cops will help drop you all home." Hiromi murmured.

As you and your friends signed, his eyes were still on you, and you were looking at him too. You felt a strange sense of... trust toward him. Maybe because he was so understanding. Your friends headed outside to wait for the patrol car. Hiromi stood beside you, hands in his pockets, waiting for you to leave. "You're free, young lady."

When he murmured that, as if he knew you had been waiting to hear it you felt relieved for the first time since last night. You looked up at his face and realized something you hadn't noticed. He had been so calm with you, and he was actually very attractive. The slight dark circles under his eyes, his sharp nose, and that slicked-back jet-black hair.. he was so characteristic. Then you realized you were staring, you took a step back and swallowed. "I... I'll just use the restroom before I go to wait."

You turned around; the restroom wasn't far, just upstairs. You went up, did your business, washed your hands, and pulled out your makeup bag to fix your face and hair. A few minutes passed. There was a soft knock on the door. You fixed your hair one last time and stepped out, only to find Hiromi standing right there.

You weren't expecting him. You thought it was just someone else wanting to use the room. His gaze flicked to the bunny tongue colored gloss on your lips, then back to your pretty eyes. "I was going to say the car to take you and your friends home is here. My apologies."

His voice was steady, but you could read something different in his eyes. You were both standing right by the restroom door. You looked at his face as he stared off slightly. Your hand reached out lightly to his face, turning his toward you. You were scared that he would pull back but he didn't. His gaze met yours. He took a step toward you, backing you back into the restroom. "Don't. You're young." But his large, calloused hands found your waist, and he leaned into your space. His foot kicked the door shut behind him. His tired eyes met your beautiful ones again. He wanted to kiss that gloss right off your lips.

Your hand moved from his face to his broad shoulders, your heart racing. "I'm not that young." He forced you back another step until you were pressed against the wall. His body was flush against yours. "You are that young." Yet he couldn't stop himself.

One hand slid up from your waist to stroke your jawline, then tangled into your hair. His breath hitched against your lips. "Can you keep your voice down, baby?" When you nodded, he didn't wait. He gripped your hips, lifting you up against the wall as he settled between your legs and pressed his lips against yours. Kissing you like he was needy. One hand supported your hips while the other caressed the back of your neck. When he bit your lip, his name finally spilled from your mouth. "H–Hiromi..." As if that only made him harder between your legs, he gripped your chin and bit your jawline, licking just too slow to handle.

"Ssh now, be quiet beautiful.."

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