Jujutsu Kaisen x reader

Hiromi Higuruma X reader

Authors note:NSFW, explicit sexual content and mentions. I hope y'all enjoy and thank y'all for the ones reading since the start. ❤️

"H-happy birthday, Beloved!" you heard your boyfriend, Hiromi , calling from inside the kitchen as you shuffled your way inside. It had been a long day at your office job, especially because of the fight that had occured on the other side of town while you had taken your lunch break. You were thankful that, as you watched, the  hadn't been a part of the fight. For some reason, though, the thought had slipped and stained your mind: What if you had lost him, today of all days? You knew having a hero boyfriend would be stressful, but ever since you had asked the shy boy out, these kinds of things would often come into your head. It had continued to play, over and over, as you'd made your way from downtown into the suburb you and Hiromi shared.

You shook your head from your hood and closed the front door behind you, shrugging off your bag before hanging it by the door in its usual place. You felt a smile creeping onto your face, wet with rain, as he hurriedly came into the living room and wrapped his long arms around you, nuzzling his face into your wet, tangled hair and pulling your body snug to his. It was a routine of his at this point, any day he was home before you he would practically run up and bury into your neck, as if to make up for being away from you the whole day. You didn't mind, of course, the attention was much needed and certainly took your mind off of the toxic thoughts which had plagued it earlier. You wrapped your arms under his and gave him a gentle squeeze as you tried your best to take off your shoes without letting go of the indigo-haired figure, which practically enveloped your entire body.

After a moment of clinging, he finally let go and you could get a good look at your partner. Long, dark blackhair swept up behind his head and bangs fell over his face, framing his cheeks and eyes nicely. Darker eyes stared intently into yours, glancing about your figure and face expectantly. Just a few months ago he wouldn't have dared to look into your eyes for even a moment; you felt oddly prideful at the progress you had given him, in those terms at least. A thin, muscled body accompanied his head, covered teasingly by his favorite striped shirt and plaid pajama pants, both with small patches of what appeared to be flour on them. You almost didn't register when his voice came again, too busy studying his deliciously soft appearance which hid the tightly muscled body you knew he had.

"Happy b-birthday, Beloved! I-I'm so happy you're home," he said, careful not to let his voice raise. He looked at you again and smiled softly. "I-I made you something, if you're hungry.. F-for your birthday, that is..!". It was all you could do not to grab his face and smooch him for being so adorably shy! You smiled and took his hand, which turned his usually pale face a light hint of rose as you stepped closer to him and kissed his knuckle. He whined quietly and shifted on his feet, slightly embarrassed at the affectionate action.

"Thank you so much, Hiro," you smiled, lavishing at the way he sucked in his smile at hearing the nickname you'd given him, "I'm so excited to see what you made me! Let me change into my comfy clothes and I'll meet you in the kitchen, okay?". You definitely noticed his eyebrows creasing slightly, glancing down your figure one more time before reluctantly releasing your hand and stepping back to let you through. You could tell he was thinking something, but you had no idea.

As you slipped on your pajamas and tossed your worn articles into the laundry hamper, you could hear plates clattering in the kitchen and a warm, sweet smell making its way through the house into your shared bedroom. You were about to leave when you saw a small, hot pink bag shine from underneath the bed. Curiosity got the better of you and you slowly pulled it out of its hiding spot and up onto the bed, reading the bag's label. "Lovely's Lovely Lovelies". You tilted your head, confused for a moment. Were they some sort of expensive sweet? But then, why were they hidden under the bed and not in the refrigerator? You shrugged, and began to lean over to put it back in its spot, when you heard the soft padding of socked feet on the carpet and the door quietly squeaking as Hiromi gingerly opened the door.