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in all honesty, higuruma’s job was hard. fighting for the innocent, the wrongly accused and those people had done nothing wrong yet were locked away from no reason, was hard. well, at the end of the day — that’s his job and there’s not much he can do about it so he’ll just have to suck it up and deal with it. but hey, justice for all those people, at least that helps a little.

and obviously as his wife, you were patient with him, always ran him hot baths after a shit ton of stressful ass work was on his plate, cook him lavish and delicious dinners. anythin’ to make him de-stress and feel at peace after work — that’s the best type of dopamine one could ask for, honestly ( your tight cunt around his stiff hard cock is equivalent to that as well ). and of course he appreciated you for that. he always does ! each granted time. what more could he ask for in a wife? and plus, it was super super worth it coming home to your praise about his nose — not gonna lie. he’d been a little insecure about it until he met you, though.

but lately at work, he’s kindaa been slacking… just a tiny bit. always thinking about you ( lustfully ) at work, the pure thought of you pops up randomly in his head every single second of the day — no matter what the occasion or situation may be. you’re on his mind 25 / 8 .

he might be a hot n tired lawyer, but fuck you make him act up crazy. how the hell can he go up to the stand with a boner ? a painful boner. i mean, yeah, no one can see it, but still ! that’s directly embarrassing… like… what the hell is the judge gonna think ? “is mr.hiromi hard over a divorce case..?” weird shit.

and as soon as he finished the trial ( of course he did win ), he left and went straight home to you. it kinda hit him like a slap in the face: your guy’s sex life wasnt sexing… you know ? he’s been busy with a shit ton of work, so it makes sense. but he’s so desperate for you right now, the tension is almost palpable .

as soon as he enters the house, shoes kicked off, briefcase set down, stormed upstairs immediately. “you-“ he’s taken aback by your finger booping his nose and immediate praise of his hard work nd nose, too. “yes.. thank you,” he hugs you, his boner rubbing against your clothed cunt. He feels so lovesick int his moment, kinda dizzy ‘nd drunk without the booze or whatever.. that high sensation of euphoria and dopamine rushing through his body like a crack fein. why do you make him feel like this? what kinda effect, spell — fucking curse do you put on him to make him feel this way? but in other words, he’s gonna make you deal with the consequences anyways because of that. >:(

“‘m gonna go reall slow, princess.” higuruma’s hands stayed put onto your hips, completely ignoring the fact that you were a blabbering nd drooling flushed-face mess in his hands. his tongue thrusted in and out of your soaking cunt excruciatingly slow and teasing. “‘m not gonna die, don’t be shy,” his nose accidentally nuzzles into your pussy, and the most vocal moan comes out of your mouth. oops.

your hands were scratching at his chest while you choked the man with your pussy. it fucking hit him right then ‘n there; he wanted to fucking live in your pussy. breathe her, eat her— all that shit. pussy so good, it could fucking kill someone. “yeahh, needy f’me, aint’cha?” he moaned into your pretty pink folds, eyes damn near rolling into the back of his skull. “ssshitt, b-baby…” he spits into your cum ‘n saliva filled cunt and nuzzles his nose into the warmth of your womb. you just really love his nose that much, huh?

[deathanniversary]

satoru has been away from home for months. and all he misses and craves for is his girlfriend’s comfort. and your sweet little pussy wrapped around the tip of his dick. he knew how needy he would sound calling you at three or two in the morning, but fuck, he needed to hear your reassuring soft voice from the other line just to calm him down

he’s actually going fucking insane. all of the pictures he has of you stored and kept in a small baggie to admire your beauty they’ve… well, let’s just say they aren’t damp and soaked with water. can you really blame the guy? with all this nonsense going on and dealing with curses left and right with nonstop. he’s too busy thinking of your sweet ass pussy on his dick ‘n you moaning his name throughout the whole night and getting complaints from the neighbors bright early in the morning — as soon as the sun comes up. well — they do it at a reasonable time. their kinda-really-not that much of dickheads. but satoru could never keep you quiet. your moans are too adorable to be silenced.

but that shit just wasn’t enough to calm him down. nope. all of the pent-up frustration and release he’s kept in his pants for the last couple of days hasn’t done shit. only you can help him cum. it’s a statement, a fact— all of the above.

the adrenaline rush of preventing from bucking his hips and releasing all his stress in his jeans was pretty relaxing, but it’s not the same having your tight pussy on his dick. the difference is huge.

“mm— thrust —baby— thrust— fuck.. y’there?” he lets out a pathetic whine, one hand holding the phone lazily while he.. jerks himself with the other. yeah. “needa— thrust — see yer body— ffuck…” his camera is on, and a load of cum leaks onto his phone screen where is dick is all pressed up against the camera. the only thing you see when you look at the screen is pink fleshy skin. “It’s been so long— thrust needa see you s’bad..”

[deathanniversary]

“oh, to awaken this molten heart. even once will do— i cannot do it without you.”

synopsis : after a fight with satoru about suguru’s recent disappearance, he can’t even function properly. and all you wanted was to help, yet, he denies it. each time, constantly.

a/n : yes i know sugu died when they were older shhhhshhhshhh it makes the story more emo when i do this 🙏 alexa play patchwork by ichiko aoba ! mmm angst

satoru missed you, in a not-so-friendly way, perhaps. jeez, how many years had it been since he ever saw you before you stormed out of his dorm room in highschool angrily after suguru had after riko’s death? since that day that he remembers quite clearly, you’d ignored him on campus and devoted your time to focusing on just your schoolwork. not your friendship or anythin’. whispers and conversations were all about the new hot topic— you and satoru’s relationship. p.s, anyway will try to twist drama up just to see action— especially if it means getting with the satoru gojo— romantically or not. they’d kill to be his closest best friend.

he does miss you. after all this time of hiding— he’s not sure where you went after graduation. maybe you got into a good college? you’ve always been smart. maybe you decided to become a sorcerer (you told him being a sorcerer was never on your list of jobs. he’s truly gaslighting himself to believe you’ll come back.) he feels lost without you— really. nanami was shocked when he didn’t hear that loud ass laughter down the hallway each every morning. just some occasional, “good mornings”. and brief small talk. satoru tried to keep up his act, but his mask kept slipping off. and eventually, he let it be that way.

but his mind keeps reviewing and skimming through what happened that day. he feels horrible for what he did and said that day.

“goodness. you back to my room every damn day to ask me the same shit— fuck! can you just leave me alone? my fucking best friend left me with no note, no call, no text— no fuckin’ nothin’! see why your daddy got his ass up and left your stupid ass.” that was a low blow. you entrusted satoru with all your heart to keep his lips shut about this secret that you’ve only shared to him and only him. dorm walls are thin, so, maybe six or the everyone on this floor just heard satoru shout that you dad left you. you don’t know.

“don’t want the same thing happening to you when that happened to me. can’t lose you,” you murmured under your breath, tilting your head up to try and maintain the tears in your eyes— not wanting to look like a punk in front of your best friend— well. maybe your friend. you just were worried about him. you didn’t want him to fall into depression, like you did.

his eyes showed no remorse or sympathy for you at first, but when he stupidly shut up and processed what you said, you’d silently exited the room without yelling, hitting or screaming at him. real mature. he felt so idiotic; what kind of dick gets pressed over that? you accepted all his quirks without a hint of judgment, whether it was good or weird. in you, satoru discovered this oasis of understanding, a safe haven in a world that often felt overwhelming and confusing. you were almost like suguru. maybe the knock-off version of his spirit sent by an angel? it’s not the right moment to think about this, anyways.

people’s doors flew open as you hurriedly sprinted down the flight of stairs, not caring that you might fall down those steps at any given moment if your not careful. and what did satoru do? stare at where your presence once was like a helpless & injured deer.

you were in school campus for a few weeks, since it was the last few weeks of school, but you didn’t show up to classes that satoru was in. which was mainly only half of your classes. either you’d be very concealed in the classroom or absent. graduation was the last time he saw you. well— not really. he couldn’t get to see your face once more. he was pushing and pushing through crowds of students, yet, you’d already given your speech and left to school building.

maybe he could catch you in the parking lot? no. he’d have to (once again) push through a larger crowd of students, and probably by the time he get over there, you’d be driving back to your house on this rainy afternoon.

he couldn’t help but dwell your cheerful messages you had last left for him when he graduated. little doodles and ‘well done’s’ and, ‘good job satoru!!! proud of u!!!’ on the notes. if only he could cherish that moment once more with you.

“sir… do i..— nevermind.” a familiar voice made his ears perk up and lift his head, ignoring the text message that he was previously reading.

was it.. could it..? no. it couldn’t be you. no way. but your features and highlights are damn similar, his brain’s telling him no but his heart is insisting it’s you.

your umbrella shields his hair from the rain— although he doesn’t need it because of his infinity, he doesn’t say anything, he doesn’t want you to move nor leave him. no, not today. he won’t fuck up like he did when his was a stupid, dumb high school kid.