#higuruma x black reader

[nanamincreampie]

Holiday Confessions

Higuruma Hiromi x Black plus size reader

Warnings: oral sex( f. receiving), penetrative sex, missionary, doggy-style, mentions of hair-pulling

The warm glow of candlelight flickered against the walls, casting soft shadows over the cozy living room. Snow fell gently outside, muffling the world beyond the windows, but inside, it was just the two of you. The small Christmas tree you’d decorated earlier twinkled in the corner, a quiet backdrop to the intimate evening you’d planned.

Higuruma sat across from you on the couch, his usual stoic demeanor softened by the moment. He held a small, neatly wrapped box in his hands, his thumb absentmindedly brushing over the ribbon. His dark eyes met yours, and you could see the nervousness flickering behind them.

“You didn’t have to get me anything,” he murmured, his voice low and gravelly but tinged with warmth.

“I wanted to,” you replied, smiling softly. “You deserve something special.”

His gaze lingered on you, taking in the way the soft candlelight highlighted your beautiful, full curves and the glow of your rich skin. You were stunning, and it wasn’t the first time he’d found himself completely captivated by you.

With a small, almost shy smile, you handed him your gift. “Open it.”

He hesitated, his fingers hesitantly tugging at the ribbon, and then carefully peeled back the wrapping paper. Inside was a sleek, leather-bound journal with his initials embossed in gold.

“I know you like to write,” you said, suddenly feeling a bit self-conscious. “I thought it might be nice for you to have something personal.”

Higuruma stared at the gift for a moment, his expression unreadable, and then he looked up at you. “This is… thoughtful,” he said, his voice thick. “No one’s ever…” He trailed off, shaking his head slightly as if to push back the emotion threatening to surface.

“Hey,” you said gently, reaching out to touch his hand. “You can talk to me.”

For a moment, he was silent, his thumb brushing over the journal’s cover. Then, with a deep breath, he spoke.

“I’m not good at this,” he admitted, his eyes meeting yours. “I don’t know how to express… how much you mean to me. I’ve spent most of my life feeling detached like nothing really mattered. But you changed that. You’ve made me feel things I didn’t think I was capable of feeling.”

Your heart fluttered at his words, your chest tightening with emotion.

“Higuruma,” you whispered, leaning closer.

“I love you,” he said, his voice steady but raw with vulnerability. “I’ve loved you for a long time.”

The weight of his confession hung in the air, and you felt your eyes welling with tears. “I love you too,” you said, your voice trembling with emotion.

Relief washed over his face, and before you could say anything else, he leaned in, capturing your lips in a kiss that was tender and filled with unspoken passion.

His hands cupped your face, his touch gentle yet possessive, as the kiss deepened. You melted into him, your fingers tangling in his hair as the world around you faded away.

“Let me show you that my actions speak louder than words,” he murmured against your lips, his voice husky.

You nodded, your breath hitching as he trailed soft kisses along your jaw and down your neck. He guided you gently onto the couch, his hands exploring your curves with reverence.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, his lips brushing against your collarbone. “Every inch of you.”

His words sent shivers down your spine as he slowly undressed you, taking his time to appreciate every part of you. The candlelight danced over your bare skin, and the way he looked at you like you were a masterpiece made your cheeks flush.

He was slow, deliberate, his touches igniting a fire within you. When he finally joined your bodies, it was nothing short of breathtaking. His movements were controlled, his focus entirely on you, ensuring every moment was as pleasurable as it was intimate.

The connection between you was undeniable, the culmination of all the unspoken emotions you’d both held back. As you clung to him, your bodies moving together in perfect harmony, you felt a profound sense of belonging.

Higuruma's lips brushed against yours with tentative softness at first, as though he were testing the waters. His dark, intense eyes searched yours, and when you leaned into him, his hesitation melted. The kiss deepened, growing hotter and more insistent as his hands found your waist, pulling you flush against his solid frame.

“I’ve thought about this,” he murmured against your lips, his voice low and raw. “About touching you, holding you, making you mine. You don’t know how hard it’s been to hold back.”

You smiled against his mouth, your fingers curling into the soft strands of his hair. “Then don’t hold back anymore.”

That was all he needed. His hands roamed your body with a newfound urgency, exploring every curve and dip of your frame as if memorizing you. He tugged at the hem of your sweater, and you raised your arms to help him slide it off, leaving you in a lacy bra that hugged your full chest perfectly.

“God,” he breathed, his eyes darkening as they raked over your body. “You’re stunning.”

Heat bloomed across your skin under his intense gaze. “You’re not so bad yourself, Hiromi.”

A rare smirk tugged at his lips, but it vanished when his hands reached behind you to unclasp your bra. He peeled it away, baring you to him completely. His hands came up to cup your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your hardened nipples.

“You’re so soft,” he whispered, leaning down to take one nipple into his mouth. The flick of his tongue against the sensitive peak sent a shiver through you, and you gasped, arching into his touch. His other hand kneaded your other breast, squeezing gently before letting his fingers wander down to your stomach.

“Hiromi,” you whimpered, your voice trembling with desire.

“Tell me what you want,” he said, his breath warm against your skin.

“I want you,” you said, your fingers tugging at the buttons of his shirt. “All of you.”

His hands stilled, and he pulled back slightly to look at you. “You have all of me,” he said, his voice full of quiet intensity.

He helped you remove his shirt, revealing the lean, toned muscles of his chest and the light dusting of hair that trailed down to the waistband of his slacks. Your hands roamed over his skin, savoring the feel of him as he leaned in to kiss you again.

But this time, he didn’t stop at your lips. His kisses trailed down your neck, along your collarbone, and lower still until he was kneeling between your legs. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of your leggings and slowly slid them down, taking your panties with them.

“You’re beautiful everywhere,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your inner thigh.

You shivered as he kissed a path higher, his breath hot against your skin. When his tongue finally met your slick folds, you cried out, your fingers tangling in his hair.

“Hiromi,” you gasped, your hips bucking against his mouth.

He hummed in response, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure through you. His tongue circled your clit with practiced precision, alternating between gentle flicks and firm pressure. Two fingers slipped inside you, curling just right to hit that sensitive spot that made you see stars.

“You taste so good,” he murmured, his voice muffled against you. “I could stay here all night.”

Your legs trembled as he pushed you closer to the edge, and when you finally came, it was with a loud, shuddering cry. He didn’t stop right away, drawing out your pleasure until you were begging him to let you catch your breath.

But he wasn’t done yet.

He climbed back over you, kissing you deeply so you could taste yourself on his lips. His hands gripped your thick thighs as he positioned himself between them, his cock hard and leaking against your entrance.

“Are you ready for me?” he asked, his voice hoarse with restraint.

“Yes,” you breathed, your hands clutching at his shoulders.

He pushed in slowly, letting you feel every inch of him as he filled you completely. The stretch was intense but delicious, and you moaned as he bottomed out, his hips pressing against yours.

“God, you’re perfect,” he groaned, his forehead resting against yours as he began to move.

His thrusts were slow and deliberate at first, each one drawing a gasp from your lips. But as the tension built, his pace quickened, his hips snapping against yours with increasing urgency.

“Turn over for me,” he said, his voice rough with desire.

You did as he asked, kneeling on the couch with your hands braced against the armrest. He positioned himself behind you, his hands gripping your hips as he slid back inside you. The new angle let him hit deeper, and you cried out, your back arching in pleasure.

“You feel so good,” he growled, his hand sliding up your back before tangling in your hair. “You’re mine. Say it.”

“I’m yours,” you gasped, your voice trembling as he pounded into you.

His hand slid around to your front, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing in time with his thrusts. The dual stimulation pushed you over the edge again, your body convulsing as you screamed his name.

Hiromi wasn’t far behind. With a guttural moan, he buried himself deep inside you, his body shuddering as he spilled into you.

Later, as you lay tangled together on the couch, your bodies still buzzing from the intensity of the moment, he kissed your forehead softly.

“You’re my everything, Merry Christmas sweetheart” he whispered, his voice full of quiet reverence.

“And Merry Christmas to you too hiromi,” you replied, your heart full and content.