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Pairing: Law student! Higurma Hiromi x Law Student Black!Reader

Warning: MDNI!! This is meant to be enemies to lovers so yes they will act as enemies.Not a happy ending for some. Heavy angst, manipulation, Nanami lowkey being used, Sociopath Higuruma, Psychopath reader. Academic Rivals except they actually hate each other. Reader doesn’t really feel bad for the things she does. Obvi Hiromi and Reader hate each other. P in V, SMUT!!! Name Calling, Jealous Higuruma. Sabotage

Synopsis: Hiromi hated you, and you hated him. But for some reason you two were drawn to each other in heated arguments that turned into so much more every single time

Authors Note: Okay so why were some people voting no for this story ??? ANYWAYS gave the fans what they wanted to see so enjoy. Also think I’m gonna make something about my husband Nanami soon becauseeeee well because he’s my husband.???? SORRY THIS WAS SO LATE OMG I WANTED TO GET THIS OUT BEFORE FINALS STARTED SO HERE YOU GUYS GOOOO

Hiromi hated your every being, the way you walked, the way you talked, the way you smiled. Everything. He hated you. And you hated him just as much.

A snobby, arrogant prodigy who thought he was better than everyone simply because he was smarter. Before him, law school had never been something you took seriously, until you met him.

He became something you needed to break. To humble. To reduce to nothing more than a name beneath yours.

And you did. Three consecutive years you knocked him from number one to number two.

He had never been able to surpass you since. And for that… he hated you. Because no one was better than him.

Not you. Not anyone.

But the charts didn’t lie, you were better than him in every way that mattered.

Now it was your final year. Your plan was simple: graduate above him one last time and never give him the satisfaction of winning.

But Hiromi had spent the entire summer preparing, studying like a man possessed, dissecting every case, every exam, every mistake.

He wanted to know one thing: Where did he fail… and where did you succeed?

And the more he watched you, the more obsessed he became.

Because no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t figure you out. Maybe you cheated. Maybe you used people to stay on top. The thought of someone else touching you made something ugly twist inside him.

Not because he wanted you. No, he hated you.

But the way you carried yourself, the way you spoke, the way you smiled like you knew something no one else did It made him want to ruin you.

And you weren’t any better. You hated his face. His tired eyes. The sharpness of his voice. And the fact that, somehow, he was the only one who ever got under your skin.

You shook your head, forcing the thoughts away as you dropped your bag onto your desk.

You needed a distraction. A one-night stand. Maybe two. Anyone but him.

You would never look at Higuruma like that. Never want him. You’d rather hit him with your degree and walk away but fate had other plans.

Hiromi had a plan this time. This year, you wouldn’t top the charts because you were going to be distracted. By the one and only Nanami Kento. Number one in the School of Business, and Hiromi’s best friend.

If he couldn’t beat you, he would break you. Until you remembered your place.

Number two.

Below him.

Nanami stared at him like he’d grown three heads. “You want me to sleep with her… so she won’t focus on school?” he asked, completely thrown off.

Hiromi didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”

Nanami frowned, leaning back in his chair.

“You’ve lost it.”

Maybe you were attractive, anyone with eyes could see that, but this? This wasn’t normal.

This was obsession. “She likes hardworking men,” Hiromi continued smoothly, as if he hadn’t just suggested something insane. “Someone disciplined. Reliable.”

His gaze flickered, sharp and calculating. “You’re the perfect candidate.”

Nanami’s expression darkened.

“And if I say no?”

Hiromi’s lips curved, slow, knowing.

“I don’t need long,” he said. “Just enough time for her to slip.”

A pause. “For her to fail her state board exam.”

Silence filled the room. Nanami studied him, really studied him this time—like he was trying to figure out when his best friend had crossed the line into something… else.

“You’re serious.”

“I’ve never been more serious.”

It took an hour.

An hour of back-and-forth, of arguments, of Nanami trying to talk sense into him and Hiromi shutting down every single one. Eventually, Nanami exhaled, dragging a hand down his face.

“…Fine.”

But there was no satisfaction in his voice. Only unease. He left not long after, the weight of the conversation following him out the door.

Hiromi said nothing. He simply stood, stepping out onto the balcony, a cigarette already resting between his lips.

The city stretched beneath him quiet, distant, insignificant.

A lighter flicked. Smoke curled into the air as a slow, satisfied smirk pulled at his mouth.

His plan was going to work. He’d make sure of it.

The day Nanami approached you at a bar downtown, you studied him.

You were cautious. Not dumb. Never dumb.

Why would the blonde-haired boy, who always seemed to linger wherever Hiromi was, suddenly approach you?

A slow, knowing smile curved your lips. So this was his plan. Higuruma wanted to use his best friend as a pawn?

Fine.

You’d break both of them before the school year ended, and you’d enjoy every second of it.

You took Nanami’s outstretched hand, your fingers brushing against his as you felt it.

That stare. Burning into your skin. You lifted your gaze.

Hiromi.

Sitting across the bar, distant but unmistakable. You’d recognize him anywhere.

He held your gaze, expression unreadable. And just before Nanami led you out of the bar

you smiled… and winked. For a split second, his composure cracked.

That was all you needed. You turned your attention back to Nanami, eyes trailing over blonde strands combed neatly into place. Sweet. Controlled. Powerful in a different way.

Too bad he was nothing more than a missing piece on your board. It was only a matter of time before you chewed him up and spit him out.

You weren’t the player. You were the master.

Two months passed. You and Nanami fell into a routine, late nights, tangled sheets, soft lies whispered into his skin.

You played your part perfectly. Distracted. Careless. Someone he could hold onto. Someone he thought he understood. And with every moment, every detail, he reported back to Hiromi.

At least… he used to. Lately, something had shifted.Nanami spoke less. Reported less. And Hiromi noticed.

Everywhere he turned, there you were. With Nanami. And Nanami… looked like a man in love. Hiromi refused to believe it.

You were nothing more than a distraction. A problem. A game. Not someone his best friend could fall for.

No, you had to be something worse. A manipulator. A liar. Something dangerous enough to twist a man like Nanami into something unrecognizable.

The thought made his blood boil. His jaw tightened as he watched the two of you, laughing, leaning into each other like nothing else existed.

He isn’t even that funny. The thought came sharp. Bitter.

And then, you looked at him. Not by accident. Never by accident.

Your eyes locked with his, unwavering, even as Nanami’s arms wrapped around your waist, his head dipping into the curve of your neck.

Still… you didn’t look away. Your fingers slid slowly down Nanami’s back, deliberate. Provocative. A message. And Hiromi understood it perfectly. You were doing this on purpose. Every second. Every glance. Every touch. You were trying to get under his skin.

And the worst part? It was working. Your eyes sharp, dangerous held him in place like a spell.

For a moment, he couldn’t move. Couldn’t look away. Then suddenly he stood, jaw tight, and walked off.

You smiled. Because you were winning. You always won. Failure didn’t exist in your world …But as your hand rested against Nanami’s back, something twisted in your chest.

Guilt. Brief. Fleeting. Gone just as quickly as it came. You weren’t here to feel. You were here to play.

To knock down every piece, one by one as you danced across the board.

Over the passing weeks, Hiromi felt his control slipping. Nanami stopped answering his calls, and the recent test results came out. You ranked first. He ranked fifth. He was losing it. So consumed with making you fail, he barely had time for himself and somehow, you were still ahead. It didn’t make sense. Before Nanami cut him off completely, he had said you were distracted late nights, leaving later afternoons from his apartment. So why? Why were you still number one?

Hiromi started digging. Digging deeper, until he found it a picture of you and the Dean of Students. A slow, sly grin spread across his face. Before he could even think it through, he acted. A second account. A single post. The photo uploaded and tagged across the school’s forum with one claim: you and the Dean were involved.

You stared at the post you’d been tagged in, completely unbothered. You didn’t feel anything. Because this? This was manageable. And you knew exactly who was behind it. So you waited, letting time do what it always did spread, twist, amplify. You’d strike when it mattered.

By morning, the post was gone, but the damage was already done. It spread through the school like wildfire, reaching faculty, administration everyone. Nanami was furious when he came to see you, pacing the room, tense, while you sat calmly on his couch wrapped in his hoodie, wearing the perfect expression: confused, hurt, innocent.

But deep down, you knew. You knew it was Hiromi. And worse you enjoyed it. The chaos, the attention, the way he was finally unraveling over you. It was exhilarating. The last time you gave someone this much attention, they tried to stab you… but that was a story for another time.

Even after everything, you still showed up to school with your head held high, carrying yourself like the lawyer you were going to become. Higuruma sat behind you in class, analyzing you, trying to understand how you could remain so composed, so relaxed, as if every student and professor weren’t whispering your name between classes and over lunch. For an entire week, the rumors spread unchecked, until an official statement was released by the board, shutting everything down and warning that whoever started it would face defamation charges.

Nanami knew exactly who was behind it. And even though he promised you he wouldn’t do anything rash… he did anyway. Not that you cared. If anything, you found the entire situation entertaining.

At exactly 3:00 a.m., Nanami pounded on Higuruma’s door. When it opened, Higuruma stood there awake, tired, but alert. For once, he had actually been studying, trying to regain the control he’d been losing. He didn’t even have time to react before Nanami’s fist collided with his face, sending him stumbling back into his apartment. The door slammed open wider as Nanami followed, and within seconds, the two were exchanging blows.

Higuruma barely had time to process it. What was this even for? He didn’t know but he wasn’t about to just stand there and take it.

The fight was quick, brutal, and messy. Eventually, they pulled apart, both breathing heavily Nanami with blood at the corner of his mouth, Higuruma with blood running from his nose.

Higuruma wiped it away, staring at Nanami like he’d lost his mind. He opened his mouth to speak but Nanami cut him off first.

“Leave her alone, Higuruma. For once in your perfect life, accept that someone is simply better than you… instead of trying to ruin her reputation.”

Nanami didn’t wait for a response. He turned and walked out, leaving Higuruma standing there, bloodied, silent, and more unsettled than he’d ever been.

Nanami came to you that same night, and you tended to his wounds, softly reprimanding him for not listening to you. You played the part well the good girl. Because even though you were sleeping together, there were no labels between you, and you preferred it that way.

Labels were messy. And you were already dealing with enough of that. Nanami understood.

The next day, you went to Higuruma. You knocked on his apartment door with a knowing smile already on your face. When he opened it, his guard was up immediately but you were the last person he expected to see. How did you know where he lived?

He didn’t even get the chance to ask before you stepped inside, inviting yourself in like you belonged there. Your eyes moved around his apartment. It wasn’t empty in the physical sense but something about it felt… hollow. Like something important was missing.

He exhaled slowly. He should’ve known this was coming. He just didn’t expect it this soon.

The last time Higuruma had spoken to you was during your first year when he refused to let you borrow one of his many pencils.

He was an asshole then.

And he still was.

His eyes dragged over you, taking everything in your perfume lingering in the air between you, the brown trench coat, the sharp black heeled boots. Your hair, usually coiled, now straight and flowing down your back.

You looked… dangerous.

If you weren’t so evil, he was sure he would’ve fallen for you.

If only.

He didn’t realize you had been staring at him the entire time until you spoke your voice soft, sweet… completely at odds with who you really were.

“Would you like a picture, Hiromi? I’ve been told they last longer,” you teased.

His expression darkened instantly. “What do you want?”

You tilted your head slightly, unfazed. “Is that any way to treat a guest?”

“You’re not my damn guest,” he snapped. “How the hell did you even find my apartment? You know what, forget it. I don’t care. What do you want?”

You stepped closer to him, slow deliberate like a predator closing in on its prey, your hand lifting as your fingers brushed against the bruise on his cheek. His reaction was immediate he grabbed your wrist, squeezing tight, but you didn’t flinch, didn’t pull away, you just smiled. His eyes narrowed. “Don’t touch me,” he sneered. You clicked your tongue softly. “That’s rich coming from you, Hiromi… the same person who’s been trying to touch me for months.” His grip tightened, but you still didn’t react. “I finally give you a chance, and this is how you respond?” you continued, voice light and teasing. “You’re hurting my feelings, you know.” You laughed, soft and careless, completely ignoring the tension radiating off him.

For a moment, he looked like he might actually lose it, but then something shifted.

His grip loosened, not in surrender, but in control. Slowly, deliberately, he released your wrist, only to catch it again, guiding your hand away from his face. His expression changed, no anger, no frustration, just something colder, sharper. “You think this is a game,” he said quietly, not a question but a statement. Before you could respond, he stepped closer, too close, close enough that your back nearly brushed the wall behind you.

His gaze dropped briefly to your lips, then lifted back to your eyes, calculating. “You’ve been playing me,” he continued, voice low and controlled. “Nanami. The rumors. All of it.” A pause. “And you think you’re winning.”

His hand slid from your wrist up your arm, slow and intentional, not soft, not gentle, just enough pressure to make you aware of it. “To break someone like you…” he murmured, almost to himself. Your smile didn’t falter, but it stilled. “For someone who doesn’t feel,” he went on, eyes locking onto yours, “you’re very good at pretending.”

His thumb brushed just beneath your chin, tilting your face up slightly, not enough to be forceful, but enough to hold your attention. “And I’ve been doing it wrong,” he finished, stepping even closer until there was nowhere to go. “I don’t need to beat you,” he said softly, his voice dropping lower. “I need to have you.”

Silence filled the space between you thick, heavy, dangerous. His grip on your chin tightened just slightly, not enough to hurt, but enough to make a point. “And once I do…” he added, eyes darkening, “we’ll see how long that control of yours actually lasts.”

For the first time, something in your expression almost shifted.

Almost.

And Hiromi noticed.

You didn’t pull away. You didn’t fight him. Instead, you softened. It was subtle, barely noticeable, but it was enough. Your eyes flickered, lashes lowering slightly as your lips parted, your voice quieter now, gentler. “You think I’ve been playing you?” you murmured. There was no bite in your tone this time, no mockery, just something that almost sounded vulnerable. Hiromi didn’t move. Didn’t loosen his hold on you. But his eyes sharpened, watching, analyzing.

You tilted your head just slightly, your gaze dropping before meeting his again. “What if I wasn’t?” you said softly. A pause stretched between you, the air shifting, less sharp, more dangerous. “What if… you were the only part of this I actually meant?” His grip faltered, just slightly, but you felt it. You always did.

You let out a quiet breath, almost a laugh. “I mean… think about it,” you continued, voice still light, careful. “Out of everyone here, you’re the only one who ever actually challenged me.” Your eyes held his, steady, intentional. “And you really think I wouldn’t notice that?”

Silence settled between you, thick and heavy. You didn’t rush it. Didn’t push. You let him sit in it. Let him think. Let him doubt. Your hand moved slowly, deliberately, resting lightly against his wrist, not resisting, not pulling away. Just there.

“I didn’t come here to fight you,” you said quietly. Another pause. “I came here because I wanted you to finally look at me.”

Something shifted in his expression, not anger, not control. Something in between. Suspicion. Interest. Something darker. His grip on your chin loosened just enough for him to study you properly.

“You expect me to believe that?” he asked, voice low.

You didn’t hesitate. You smiled, soft, almost sweet. “That depends,” you said, tilting your head slightly, eyes never leaving his. “Do you want to?”

And just like that, the tension tightened instead of breaking, because now he didn’t know if you were lying… or if this was the truth.

Higuruma tested his luck, capturing your breath between his lips as he pressed you harder against the wall. He kissed you like he was starved, like this was the answer to something deeper, something he couldn’t name.

By the time he pulled away, your breathing was uneven, your expression just slightly dazed. For a moment, Nanami crossed his mind, but then so did the memory of his fists meeting his face the night before. If anyone deserved this, it was him.

This time, you were the one who moved first.

You pushed off the wall and into him, closing the distance again, your lips finding his like you meant it, like this wasn’t hesitation, but choice. The night before, you had ended things with Nanami. Completely. Clean. He had taken it better than expected, said he understood, that he always had, that he’d support whatever decision you made. It should have meant something more. It almost did.

But right now, you were here. Kissing Higuruma. And you didn’t hesitate. Because this?

This was part of the plan.

Higuruma thought he had you, thought he’d finally broken through whatever control you held so tightly. But he didn’t see it. Not yet.

He wasn’t winning.

He was stepping exactly where you wanted him to.

And he was oh so wrong.

The kisses continued until you both were in his bed, breathless he took his shirt off and pulled you into his lap. You took your dress off throwing it into the abyss of the room. Your boobs spilled and he immediately latched on your nipple.

He sucked and bit around as his left hand played with the left side. You moaned loud enough for him to hear but not loud enough for his neighbors to complain. Your wet panties sneaked through his shorts.

For you to hate him so much he was surely turning you on. You rubbed against his dick that was just as big as his ego and trust me his ego was huge. You moaned louder his name spilling from your lips like a mantra.

He pulled away from the right nipple before giving the same treatment to the left, he brought his hand up to your mouth and put two fingers to your lips. Immediately you put them in your mouth sucking his fingers like it was his dick.

Higuruma grew harder as you sucked, he looked up from his position just watching you with those tired eyes. To think just a week ago he was trying to ruin your life now you sucking his fingers and panting like a dog in heat. He enjoyed everything second of this. Seeing you powerless for once.

He pulled his fingers back and a string of spit followed, you looked at him dazed and insanely turnt on. Your clit pulsing with need and your panties felt uncomfortable from how wet they were. You place his now wet fingers in your panties and grind against them.

Latching on your neck Higuruma sucked dark marks onto your neck as his fingers rubbed your wet clit. He let you continue to grind against his hand before sticking both fingers into you.

“Hiromi,” you moaned loudly as his thick fingers thrusted deep into you, Higuruma’s breath caught, goodness you sounded so sexy moaning his name. It made him wondering did you say Nanami’s name like and the thought of you and Nanami had his dick dripping precum.

His fingers continued there harsh thrust until your legs was shaking and you slumped against him out of breath but he didn’t stop until his hands were soaked from two orgasms.

By the time Higuruma pulled his fingers out your thighs and his pants were slick from your juices, he pulled his fingers to his mouth moaning as he tasted you.

For someone so evil you tasted devine, something he had to have more of.

He flipped you so you were beneath him, and he was on top of you looking down at you like a predator about to feast on his prey. His tired eyes looked so hungry. If you didn’t hate him, you’d surely love him.

Kisses were placed from you neck, down your stomach and down your thighs, you grew tired of the teasing the small kisses and his hot breath so closed to where you needed him.

You gripped his hair and tugged him, Higuruma let out a delicious moan, goodness you hated him. You tugged his hair again as he moaned from his hair being pulled, finally he placed his lips against your pussy.

He was intoxicated as he ran a long bold lick from your inviting entrance to your clit. You moaned still sensitive from his fingers but he didn’t care his hands wrapped around your legs and held them down as he feasted on you.

His tongue was relentless never letting up and plunging into you repeatedly, his nose bumped against your clit with each thrust of his tongue. It felt so good the only sounds coming out of your mouth was breathless moans. You tried to close your legs as you came on his tongue but he held them down and continued his assault against your clit.

You gripped his hair to get him to stop but that only egged him on further, he didn't stop till his face was dripping with your cum and legs shook so bad you just had to lay there.

He climbed back up staring at you like a predator finally getting its prey. He smiled down at your fucked out face and wished he could just keep you like that every single day. So open and fuckable instead of your usual nasty competitive self.

He reached down, taking off his sweats and boxers before hooking his hand under your leg and pushing it against your chest. The stretched burned but you didn't have time to think about it as you felt his tip rub against his sensitive clit.

" I hate you so fucking much," he whispered in your ear as full slid in. His thrust weren't nice and slow, they were fast and brutal. He fucked you like he hated you and you enjoyed every bit of it. He held one of your hands while the other kept your leg stable as his dick hit your g-spot over and over again.

His dick slid in and out of you and everything felt so heightened, you could feel each ridge and vein and the curve of him in you. It was delicious the way his tip repeatedly brushed against you g-spot.

He could see the print of him outlined in your stomach, he took his free hand and pushed down against your stomach but as you tried to run he kept you near him. His hips touching your core and staying there never letting you up,

You were a moaning mess, you hated this man but goodness his dick had you seeing stars.

He came on multiple different spots from your chest to your stomach and he loved it, seeing you drenched in his cum and dumbed out. He would take a picture so it could last forever but he didn’t plan on letting you go after this so it didn’t matter.

Each time after you came you didn't have time to recover because he would switch the position, restarting the whole process over.

You couldn't remember how many times you'd cum by the time you both passed out from the intense feeling.

You woke before the sun and left before he could.

When Higuruma woke up, the bed beside him was empty. He was confused for a moment, but he didn’t have time to dwell on it. Graduation was approaching, which meant finals, and he forced himself back into the routine he knew best, studying.

And for two months, he did. But for two months, he felt like he was losing it. He remembered every sound you made and the way you looked. It was engraved in his mind, he couldn’t get it out.

He needed you but

He didn’t see you again after that night. Not in class, not in the hallways. Every message he sent went unanswered, never delivered, and you were nowhere to be found—not even on social media.

It was like you disappeared. And he couldn’t understand why. He started to wonder if he had done something wrong. Besides all the shit he already did.

Because somewhere along the way, somewhere between the rivalry, the anger, and the obsession—he realized it.

He loved you. Not in a normal way. Not in a healthy way.

But in something deeper. Something twisted.

He loved you the way flowers love the sun, desperately, instinctively, even knowing too much of it would burn them alive.

When he finally saw you again, you were standing as Valedictorian of your graduating class, while he sat on the stage as Salutatorian. Confusion settled in as he stared at you, trying to understand where you had been all this time, and how the hell you had taken Valedictorian. Once again, you had won, and once again, he didn’t understand. For four years, it had been the same story, one he could never fully grasp. But as he watched you deliver your speech, something in his chest tightened.

School was over now. The rivalry, the tension, the chaos, it should have ended here. And yet, the way he wanted you didn’t feel over. It felt unfinished, unsettling in a way no one else would understand but one that made perfect sense to him. So he decided he would find you after the ceremony and apologize.

When it ended, he went looking for you. You stood there, your cap still on, your white dress hugging your body like a second skin. The red bottoms beneath your feet made your legs stand out even more. When you looked at him, you smiled, and his breath hitched. You were beautiful, you always had been, and you always would be.

But just as he stepped closer, someone brushed past him with a large bouquet of flowers and wrapped you in their arms. Higuruma froze. Nanami, his best friend, or maybe former best friend now. He watched as Nanami spun you around, laughing softly before leaning in and pressing a kiss to your lips, and you smiled into it, holding onto him like you belonged there.

As Nanami spoke to you, your eyes drifted past him and landed on Higuruma.

You smiled slowly, deliberately, and then you winked.

His gaze dropped to your hand, to your ring finger.

Where a diamond was already resting.

He didn’t think. Didn’t wait. Didn’t care who was watching. The moment the crowd shifted, the moment you stepped away from Nanami, even slightly, he moved. “Walk with me.” It wasn’t a request. His voice was low, controlled, but there was something beneath it, something sharp enough to cut. You glanced at him, then at Nanami, offering a small, reassuring smile. “I’ll be right back,” you said softly. Nanami hesitated for a second… then nodded. Of course he did. You always knew exactly what to say.

Higuruma didn’t speak again until you were far enough from the crowd, somewhere quiet, somewhere isolated, just the two of you. The tension snapped tight the second you stopped walking. He turned to you, jaw clenched, eyes dark. “How long?” he asked. No greeting. No hesitation. Just that.

You tilted your head slightly. “Hmm?” His voice dropped. “How long has this been going on?” There was a pause, and then you smiled. Not soft. Not sweet. The real one. “Since the beginning.”

Silence followed, heavy and unforgiving. His brows pulled together, something cracking beneath the surface. “…You’re lying.” You shook your head slowly. “No, Hiromi,” you said almost gently. “You just didn’t see it.”

You stepped closer, not hesitant, not careful, certain. “You thought this was about rankings,” you continued. “About being better. About winning.” A small laugh left you. “It was never about that.” His jaw tightened. “Then what was it about?” You held his gaze, unblinking, steady.

“Humbling you.”

That landed. Hard.

“You’ve always needed to be the best,” you went on, voice calm and controlled. “Needed to be untouchable. So I let you think you were in control. I let you think you were playing the game.” His hands clenched at his sides. “You think this is funny?” “No,” you said simply. “I think it’s over.”

You stepped even closer, now right in front of him. “Nanami?” you added softly. “He wasn’t part of your plan.” A slight tilt of your head. “He was part of mine.” Something flickered in his eyes, realization, too late. “We got married a month ago.”

Silence. Complete. Total.

You watched it hit him, watched it settle, watched it break something quietly. “You thought you were distracting me,” you continued. “Thought you were setting me up to fail.” A small, almost amused smile touched your lips. “But every move you made…” You leaned in slightly, close enough for only him to hear. “…was exactly where I needed you to be.”

His breath hitched, barely, but you caught it.

“You weren’t beating me, Hiromi,” you finished softly. “You were following me.”

You stepped back, adjusting your cap slightly, your expression calm, composed, untouched.

Then you smiled.

Beast/True form Sukuna Ryomen x Belle! Black reader

Synopsis: He’s a monster no one dares touch. So why does he only allow you?

Author's notes: This piece is part of a fairytale-themed collab hosted by @jazzthatonewriterchick to celebrate her reaching 6k followers 🥺✨ I’m so honored to be included in something so special, and of course I had to bring a little Beauty and the Beast inspo to the table teehee.

Warnings: Suggestive content, non-explicit nudity, mentions of blood, monster/hybrid themes, size difference, touch starvation, light possessiveness, tension-heavy interactions

No one answered when the west wing doors opened.

They never did.

It had started earlier that evening, heavy footsteps echoing through the halls, something dragged behind them, something that left streaks of red across marble floors. By now, the castle had gone quiet. Because he had returned. And no one dared go near him.

Except you.

You were busy finishing a fantasy novel, one gifted to you by the creature himself, when Uraume, in the form of a teapot, called out from the doorway of your room.

“He’s called for you again.”

You have this… habit that drives Kento insane. You'll get all dolled up - pretty dress, makeup done nice, not a hair out of place - and walk right out the door for date night.

That's not the issue.

It's when you get home and before the front door is even fully closed, before you take your heels off, you're slipping your panties down your thighs and off your legs, leaving them on the entryway floor. At least you have the decency to wear them in public, god forbid you didn't and leave wet spots in every seat you sat in.

He follows you into the bedroom after, where you're lying on your stomach, scrolling on your phone, dress riding up to expose the bottom of your ass cheeks. Kento takes a deep breath at the glistening mess already coating your thighs, loosening his tie as he crosses the room to you.

He kneels on the floor next to the mattress, strong hands finding your hips to flip you onto your back. The dress rides up even further, fully exposing your dripping cunt to him when he pushes your knees into your chest.

Kento kisses his way up from your knee to your sensitive inner thighs, sucking and nipping and licking at your skin before diving into your pussy.

He never orders dessert when you go to dinner, he doesn't have to when he knows his dessert is coming home with him.

the plot: