~red_velvet❤️🍰

You were always told your first marriage was a test you’d never prepare yourself enough for. There was no rule book your parents could pass down, no manuel you could buy from the nonfiction section at the bookstore—and definitely no study guide for what was bound to happen six months in, leaving you utterly heartbroken, eventually downloading the most popular dating app.

Believing things would be different the next time around, your second marriages sole purpose was for you to have some fun. You’re a little bit older, slightly wiser and finally ready to let loose, feeling relaxed and hoping for the best but expecting the worst. It came as no shock to your friends and family as you quickly had a shotgun wedding, marrying your very first rebound, blinded by love; or as some may call it lust.

All gas no breaks you said, driving off in a classic red two-seater in a skin tight wedding dress cut just above your thighs, your new man on your side clad with a flashy gold wedding band.

You believed this one was it, the first marriage was a mistake but your shiny new husband was the real deal—well… that is until the relationship crashed and burned, taking the extra effort to pop his tires and steal his curtain rods, you were sure you learned your lesson.

Again.

But as the saying goes, you can’t teach an old dog new tricks and by the time you said ‘yes’ and dug out that old wrinkled wedding dress from your closet, you were instantly back at square one prying open the heavy mahogany doors of a prissy law firm to file for your now third divorce.

Dressed in your nicest puffy blouse and tightest pencil skirt, your heels clacked with each step on the freshly waxed floors, walking deeper and deeper into the building, your confidence not faltering until you stepped into the slender elevator doors.

Your reflection peered back at you, a nervous expression plastered on your face. The floor almost felt hallow beneath you, fully ready to suck you down into the depths of the dark shadows of equipment beneath the thousand-something pound box of metal.

Rapidly pressing the sticky internal buttons to close the silver doors before anyone else could join you, you leaned against the wall with your eyes closed, the tight space feeling just as bleak and dim as your heart.

The cab begins its ascent, a glowing elevator screen above your head silently goes up, up, up! until they come to a complete stop—the pale yellowed digits reading a small pixilated ‘Floor 3’, the cables halting to pick up its next passenger.

Sighing, you pull down your skirt out of habit, making yourself small in the corner for the large crowd of people you're so sure is about to fill the cab but when you look up, you're met with the sullen eyes of a man—thankfully all by himself.

You couldn’t help but silently gawk at him, body clad in an expertly crafted black suit, his green tie neatly tucked into his jacket. His brown locks were lazily slicked back; probably in an attempt to keep them out of his face, but a couple of strands kissed his forehead in such a way it framed his face.

He calmly joined you in the tight space, your nose perking up at the slight scent of him, stale coffee and hints of spearmint chewing gum, just the kind of pick-me-up you needed today.

He nods in your direction, giving you a calculated once over, pulling his lips together in a tight smile before he quickly stares down to the carpeted flooring, trying to make the awkward ride together as normal as possible.

You join him in staring down at the ground, pupils tracing the swirling pattern that covers the floor when abruptly the shapes begin to rattle, a sharp noise vibrating beneath you.

The humming sounds from the mechanical mechanisms in the walls stop, the silence now uncomfortably loud, you can hear each teether of the wired ropes currently holding the two of you high up in the air.

Getting one last good look at the sign that now reads ‘Floor 13’, the lights flash once, twice; before going completely off, surrounding the two of you in complete darkness. The only light source left is a shinning red emergency sign and a battery powered flashing green light shining brightly around the tall man’s coffee colored eyes.

You wait a brief moment to speak, hoping the elevator was only having some brief technical difficulties before it could resume to no avail, the musty carpeting making the walls feel stuffy on your skin thanks to the air conditioning shutting off.

Grumbling, you break the silence, voice grattingly complaining out loud. “Are you kidding me? I have an important appointment and I’m going to be late!”

The stranger huffs, his hands coming up around his neck to loosen the knot of his tie slightly, probably due to the sudden unexpected situation. “Unfortunately this happens quite often… I believe we will be both stuck here for a while.” He speaks, voice low yet so soft it sends shivers down your spine, legs involuntarily crossing themselves.

Furrowing your brows, you look at the man crazily, fingertips beginning to toy with the buttons on your blouse, popping them open one by one until you stop just above the crest of your cleavage. “Often? Wha-What’s that supposed to mean?”

You can’t be late for this appointment with this new lawyer as he was already incredibly difficult to get an appointment with, it would be a waste of a hefty down payment if you don't show.

Your friend for the time being only sighs in agreement, his voice beginning to become as equally frustrated as your own. “Ahem well—it recently happened last week, a couple got stuck for a few hours until the fire department was able to successfully get them out.”

You lean forward, placing a clammy palm to the array of buttons, pressing down on all of them repeatedly, grumbling under your breath. “Seriously? It’s already so hot in here! How am I—

“Creeeeeaaakkk!”

Suddenly the hunk of metal you're trapped in begins to teether on its axis, your heels doing very little to help keep you stable, your body sliding backward, causing you to stumble directly into the arms of the man.

You can feel the outline of his carved torso flush against your spine, your skirt; although skin tight, was thin enough to feel his heavy belt buckle pressing snuggly into your hip, practically searing the skin.

“Oh god! Sir I’m so sorry!” Apologies begin to tumble from your slacked jaw, body shaking from the nervousness beginning to strive through your bones.

You begin to freak out, your stomach swooshing and heart beating out of your chest. If the two of you were to fall midair, surely you would get injured—maybe even killed.

His grip on your skin thankfully calms you down, the kind of sternness that instantly makes you stand up straight, limbs still tightly attached to his own. He speaks up, voice more shaken than before. “D-Don’t worry darling. Uhh-Names Higuruma by the way.”

“Higuruma…” Going to tell him your name, you turn slightly to face him, his once deep set features turning a pretty hue of emerald, all thanks to that god awful light, but his hold on you is so tight, you begin to feel something new brush up against you.

The hard protrusion situated between his legs quickly makes you realize what you once thought was his belt, was something far more exciting.

Well—

Allegedly.

“…Wait, are you hard right now?” You ask, pressing your ass deeper into him, and when you do, the girth presses back into you, shaft throbbing and cockhead weeping.

The look on Higuruma’s face tells you exactly what he’s thinking, brown eyes looking everywhere except for your face. His jaw slacks, mouth moving to speak in defense, except no words fall from his tongue.

Smiling to yourself, you roll your hips once, just enough pressure to grind against him, listening by to his breathing instantly faltering.

Guilty.

He attempts to apologize, his hand still resting beside your hip bone now gently squeezing the flesh. “I—Ahem, ma’am I must apologize—”

You cut him off, grabbing his loosened tie. “—I think I know a way we can pass the time.”

.

.

.

“Oh fuck! Higurumaaa.” It’s hard to keep yourself quiet when he’s pounding into you like this, vigorous ‘plap!’ ‘plap!’ ‘plap!’ his hips thrust up into you stretch every part of your sobbing cunt, your legs wobbling with each jolt he sends through your core.

Eight pure unexpected lengthy inches of throbbing heat pummel deep inside your walls bulldozing its greedy way through your sticky opening, sculpting his shape practically up to your hoarse throat.

His hands move deliberately around your flesh, each wanton movement growing more and more confident with every blubbering moan he rips out of your chest, his precum slobbering through every river and column of your dripping cunt, carving you out like a flesh light.

“Fucking a stranger in public?” His words growl in your ear, strong hands finding purchase on your globular ass cheeks. “I shouldn’t be doing this, b-but how could I tell such a pretty face no?”

And doing this he shouldn’t, but the probability of him ever seeing you again is slim to none, and who would he be to turn down a quickie with such a pretty woman?

Higuruma’s grip is so rough your sure you won’t be able to sit down for your appointment, fingertips bruising deep into the skin, the fat of your thighs pebbling around the calloused fingerprints.

“Fuck!” You cry out, spittle collecting between the corners of your lips, cunt so sensitive and tight you can feel every single inch ballooning inside of you, down to the fat vein that runs up his pale shaft. “R-Running from men my whole life, n-now ‘m stuck with one.”

He laughs at that, voice sharp and raspy like music to your fucked out ears. “Ahh p-petitioning for divorce? So you’re still married?” He questions, each time his sweaty palms place a hard ‘slap’ to your ass, the flesh beating red hot. “Naughty girl.”

“Y-Yes! T-Third one!” Now under any other circumstance you would have never admitted to that embarrassing fact, yet his fat dribbles of precum swishing around your cervix hit you like a truth serum, your vulnerability all laid out for him in a steamy elevator.

If you could see his face right now, you probably see the prettiest blush spreading from his chiseled cheeks to the tip of his aquiline nose, the familiar noises of a third marriage ringing in his ears—as if it sounds far too similar to a case he confirmed just days ago.

“Is that so pretty?” He pries, grinding his cock into your slit, letting his puffy purple mushroom tip sniff around your walls for your nubby g-spot. "Maybe fourth times the charm huh?” Teasing you, he takes note of the sharp gasp you release just as his cock hits the gooey spot he’s been looking for, angling his hips just righttt, he slams into it—chasing your orgasm like a dog to cattle.

“F-Four? No! N-Never again!” You groan, his cock pressing and pressing you all the way from the back of the elevator to the front, grabby hands sticking to the out-of-service buttons, each trust making the plastic sink and swell repeatedly.

“Any of ‘em ever make this pretty pussy cum four times?” Higuruma asks, readying his fingertips to push your own buttons.

Snaking his hand around your front, he slides it all the way down, feeling the feverish rise and fall of your abdomen expanding with air, your lower belly swelling even further from his bloated cock ripping apart your insides, all the way down to your neglected clit, pressing into the bud.

“F-Four…” You droll, the feeling of his fat fingertips easily swirling around your bundle of nerves like knows exactly where to press sending jolts to your busted nervous system. “…Four ‘s way too many Higuruma.”

“Too many? Y-Your lucky courts not in sess—fuck!—session.” He tuts, sappy brown eyes obsessed with the sight of your fat jiggling. Riveting flesh rippling every time he grabs it, greedy cockhead unable to keep up with his mouth's conversation. “Because you’d be soooo guilty angel.”

His hips stutter behind you, unstable fingers catching up to his mind, he presses even harder, concentrating on your clit, feeling your cunt uncontrollably convulse around his girth. “C-Can feel her clenchin’ around my cock, she like being bad?”

“Fuck! Where’d you learn to t-talk like thisss.” Slurring, Higuruma’s words alone could probably get you to your release, the nasty words in conjunction with his calm, raspy voice makes your cunt lurch even more liquorous slick, sticky sap coating his cock with a sweet scent.

“W-Where did this tight pussy learn to talk like that?” He counters, letting your soaked pussy lips do the talking, his leaky mushroom tip making out with your walls. “I-I know it’s not from those past s-selfish lovers of yours—”

“Eyeeek!”

A sharp thrust of his cock suddenly teethers the elevator again, this time forcing Higiruma's body on top of yours, pushing your frame back towards the cooling walls of the aluminum box.

Your heated cheeks stick to the surface, words mumbling recklessly, “we’re gonna fall—”

“—No, not happening. N-Not when I’m in this little pussy.” He defends, words trampling over his hectic grunts, the rasp of his voice vibrating your spine.

Each drive of his cock causes the elevator to shake, your feet feeling as if they are walking on a tight rope with every forceful movement of his hips slapping against yours. “We-We’re gonna break it!” Squealing, the only reason you’re able to stand up straight being that of Higuruma’s firm grasp on your flesh, his hand surely to leave bruises on the curve of your hip.

“Nonsense, I-I’m not stopping—I can’t stop.” He heaves, the smell of his musky sweat filling your nostrils, causing your tastebuds to melt.

“You feel so fucking big like this!” Drooling at the feverish rub of his fat thumb in between your pussylips, Higuruma only ticks his tongue, his breath hitting your ear in short bursts.

You can tell your close, and you're even more confident that he can feel it too, your velvety walls crushing down on his spongy erection, pussy practically forcing himself deeper and deeper with each clench.

“You gonna cum on my cock?” He coos, mouth gently grazing your earlobe. Wetting his lips, they travel further down your sweaty neck, pointy canines beginning to press into the sensitive pressure point just behind your ear. “Want you to make a biggg mess for me to clean up.”

“Yes—Shit! G-Gonna cum!”

“Heh, already?” He questions, feeling your cunt heat up in preparation for your soaking release, walls shivering in anticipation.

“Yes, please!” You beg, words sobbing from your chest, nails biting into the metallic wall. “Please let me cum! C-Can’t wait!”

Ahh, but Higuruma isn’t ready for this feeling to be over yet, slowing his once vigorous pace into slow rough motions, he slams into you so hard you squeak, the breath leaving your throat. “I see…m-my plaintiff wants to cum.”

Eyes clamped shut you feel it overtake you, the inside of your thighs burning similarly to the wobbling elevator. Your wires are just about to snap, every attempt to ignore your orgasm only egging it on.

Higuruma remains stoic, pussydrunk words slurring as he aimlessly thinks out loud. “Equal distribution between both of your properties.” He grunts, cock rotating inside of you as his fingers takes care of your clit with equal opportunity, his clean words having a sinful double meaning.

“I can’t-pleaseee ‘m begging you.” And begging you are, body tensing as if it feels like you're seconds away from sneezing—or blacking out in the scorching hot elevator.

“Begging huh?” He asks, shamelessly weighs his options on what to do with you. Realistically it will be another hour or two before help arrives, and maybe—just maaaybe, he could starve a couple of orgasms out of you, keep you begging ‘n pliable, edging you ‘til your sobbing.

But you—your pussy, is a vice he could never starve himself of, and how dare he not selfishly allow himself to feel you cum around his cock, greedily wanting to feel how tight you’ll squeeze him, how wet you’ll soak his flesh. “Your motion has been granted love, cum for me.”

“Fuck!” With a pinch to your clit you come undone, wires snapping and breaking into millions of tiny minuscule pieces, your orgasm so strong your eyes begin to spot in colorless orbs, head growing dizzy similarly to your swooshing g-spot. “Too much!”

“No—I know it’s not. Breathe for me honey.” He coos so nicely; yet his cock doesn’t stop its pounding inside of you—he only strengthens it, pace blazing through your swollen hole to chase his own release. “Keep breathing and soak this dick for me honey—Fuck! Not gonna last.”

In your post-sex fucked out gaze, your limbs vibraite with so much pressure you don’t fully feel the sudden loss of inpact between your thighs, Higuruma’s thick cock abandoning your womb to paint your pretty ass instead.

White hot ropes lurch out the deep shaded tip with each squeeze of his hand around his shaft, creamy seed claiming and covering every slice of bare skin lifted from your wrinkled up skirt, the salty scent filling the air.

His hand falls from the tight grip on your body, his high-tech metal watch catching on your burning flesh, causing you to hiss in agony. “Do—um… Do you have the time by chance?”

“Shit—hold on…” He mumbles, vision still blurring from his orgasm. “It’s currently a quarter past four—”

“—Wait seriously! My appointment was thirty minutes ago! Now i’m gonna lose my deposit.”

Thirty minutes ago.

Higuruma also had a client scheduled… thirty minutes ago.

He does the math in his mind, quickly realizing his 4 pm appointment wasn’t with just anyone—but with the woman he’s currently adjusting his still hardened cock to shove back inside of. “Yeah? How about this… Cum on my cock three more times ‘n I’ll convince your attorney to give you a free appointment.”

“hiromi,” your breath catches. just the raw, skin-to-skin contact is making arousal pool in your underwear, thighs squeezing together on instinct. 

“let me eat you out,” he whispers, breath fanning against your ear and making your stomach flutter. “please.”

“but you must be so tired, baby. don’t worry about me, you should rest,” you tell him, though your body gives away your desires, automatically leaning into his touch. “you’ve had a long day.”

“so have you,” he mumbles into your skin. “let me take care of you.”

every nerve in your body is screaming at you to just take his offer and indulge yourself for one night. 

your husband turns you to face him. he leans in closer. now, you can smell the faint scent of his cologne mingling with sweat on his skin. it’s musky and heavy and so so him. his eyes flick down to your lips and he presses his against yours. the kiss is tender and full of all the love you hold for one another but never have the time to say. his taste is familiar; reminds you of home. 

as he tangles his tongue with yours, he starts to gently push you towards the bed behind you. he breaks the kiss, a strand of saliva connecting his lips to yours, and rests his hands on your shoulders. you sit on the edge of the bed and shuffle backwards, leaning against the mess of pillows at the head of the mattress, elbows planted by your sides. 

you clench together to try and provide some semblance of friction between your legs, where your clit is aching with need. slowly, higuruma crawls towards you. he parts your legs and you let yourself get lost in the warmth of his touch, his rough hands running across the burning hot skin of your inner thighs. a soft exhale escapes his lips when his gaze falls upon the damp spot that has begun to spread across your cotton underwear. you suddenly feel exposed, sitting here in nothing but your bra and panties, whilst he’s fully dressed and looking up at you with glassy, pleading eyes. 

he leans his head against the inside of your plush flesh, and you extend a hand to cup his face. the ebony haired man in front of you nuzzles into your palm as you stroke your thumb across his cheek. hiromi begins to kiss the inside of your hand, sending chills scampering down your spine, and never once breaking eye contact with you. 

“please,” he pulls away slightly and his voice cracks with hunger. “let me make you feel good. you deserve it.” 

higuruma shifts his body to be face to face with your clothed, yet still drenched, pussy. 

“i don’t want to burden you, hiromi—”

you’re cut off by him pressing his nose into the fabric and inhaling deeply. “you’re never a burden,” he kisses your core. “i can relieve your stress for you. i want to help you out.” his worship of your body as if it were a temple makes butterflies swarm within you.

you nod lightly, any sense of resolve dissipating in an instant. “okay.”

hiromi wastes no time in peeling the sticky fabric away from you, tossing them to the ground and revealing your drooling cunt. it’s almost embarrassing, the way you're already dripping so much for him, slick oozing out of your hole after all he’s done is talk to you sweetly.

your husband swallows thickly. “sit on my face,” his voice drops down an octave and your stomach lurches. 

obediently, you follow his command. whilst he rolls over on to his back, you position yourself over him, straddling his face. it’s obscene how soaked you are—you think you can literally feel a drop of wetness drip down your inner leg—from the way your husband is gazing up at you right now. his eyes are half-lidded, jaw slightly agape as he breathes heavily, eager to taste you. who would have thought that a few weeks of abstinence would leave you so desperate to be touched?

“sit.” hiromi’s voice is husky and deep and he wraps his hands around your thighs, pulling you down on to his face. 

you can feel his breath flutter against your heat as you sink down on him. he presses a gentle kiss against you, then kitten licks at your clit, and your body tenses up in anticipation. instinctively, your hips buck down to chase his mouth. 

higuruma laughs, low and sultry. the vibrations reverberate throughout your body and make you shudder. 

“so eager.”

before you have time to scold him, he licks a strip up from your candied entrance to your throbbing clit, tongue flat against your folds. a strangled cry escapes your throat, the noise guttural and raw. it’s been so long since you’d had time alone with him, even the most mundane of acts feels almost overstimulating. 

hiromi’s eyes flutter closed as he moans into you, lapping up your juices like a man starved. 

“mmh,” he groans. “missed your taste.”

his words fly straight to your pussy; your hole quivers around nothing. your hands find the headboard in front of you and, when he glides between your folds, you grip it so tightly your knuckles start to turn white. his warm, wet tongue traces patterns into your clit, and the bliss is so overwhelming that you can’t help but whiiiine his name out. he’s slurping and gulping all of you and the sounds coming from the two of you are nothing if not filthy. 

and just when you thought it couldn't get any better, he plunges his tongue into you. in this position, his nose is pressing up against your clit, providing a mind-numbing pleasure that ripples over your body in electrifying waves. 

“fuuuuck, hiromi,” you mewl. “feels so—hah—good.”

you’re grinding down into his face now, velvety walls clenching around him with every push of his nose against you. his hands guide your hips as you fuck his mouth, legs trembling above him. 

“keep going, baby,” he grunts. “use me.” 

higuruma pumps his tongue in and out, curling it inside, nose relentlessly rubbing up and down your clit as he moves his head to match the pace of your hips. your mouth hangs open in pure ecstasy. helpless pleas tumble from your lips as he coaxes an orgasm out of you. 

“h-hiromi, ngh, so close,” you whimper. 

any other day, he would have taken the time to edge you until your brain turned to mush. today, however, he takes pity on his poor, overworked wife, and decides to let you take what you need from him. 

“you’ve worked so hard, baby,” he rasps, letting up his ministrations temporarily to praise you. “you deserve to cum, right?” 

“mhm,” your eyes are screwed shut in complete ecstasy as you thrust onto his face oh-so-desperately. “s-so close, i can’t hold out—”

your dewy slick is coating his nose, leaking down the sides of his mouth and his chin and higuruma is utterly drunk on your smell, your taste, on you. you fervently rock your hips, chasing your high with nothing in your brain other than hiromi, hiromi, hiromi. 

he withdraws his tongue from inside of you and drives it against your sticky silk, incessantly swirling around your clit. then he sucks, and you gush on his mouth. 

“shit—fuck—hiromi, ‘m cumming—”

your thighs clamp around his head, hard, and you cry out. the pleasure overtakes your body in full force, euphoria coursing through your veins and clouding your vision. the man underneath you continues to lick you through your orgasm, your muscles convulsing uncontrollably. to hiromi, the sight is exquisite: you, writhing above him, moaning his name out so deliciously. it’s almost enough to make him cum in his pants. 

and when you come down from your high, body slumping next to him, he just pulls you close to him, nestling your bodies together.

“thank you,” you whisper, fatigue spreading throughout your body. “i needed that. i love you.”

“i’ll do anything for you,” he kisses the top of your head. “always.”

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“hiromi,” your breath catches. just the raw, skin-to-skin contact is making arousal pool in your underwear, thighs squeezing together on instinct. 

“let me eat you out,” he whispers, breath fanning against your ear and making your stomach flutter. “please.”

“but you must be so tired, baby. don’t worry about me, you should rest,” you tell him, though your body gives away your desires, automatically leaning into his touch. “you’ve had a long day.”

“so have you,” he mumbles into your skin. “let me take care of you.”

every nerve in your body is screaming at you to just take his offer and indulge yourself for one night. 

your husband turns you to face him. he leans in closer. now, you can smell the faint scent of his cologne mingling with sweat on his skin. it’s musky and heavy and so so him. his eyes flick down to your lips and he presses his against yours. the kiss is tender and full of all the love you hold for one another but never have the time to say. his taste is familiar; reminds you of home. 

as he tangles his tongue with yours, he starts to gently push you towards the bed behind you. he breaks the kiss, a strand of saliva connecting his lips to yours, and rests his hands on your shoulders. you sit on the edge of the bed and shuffle backwards, leaning against the mess of pillows at the head of the mattress, elbows planted by your sides. 

you clench together to try and provide some semblance of friction between your legs, where your clit is aching with need. slowly, higuruma crawls towards you. he parts your legs and you let yourself get lost in the warmth of his touch, his rough hands running across the burning hot skin of your inner thighs. a soft exhale escapes his lips when his gaze falls upon the damp spot that has begun to spread across your cotton underwear. you suddenly feel exposed, sitting here in nothing but your bra and panties, whilst he’s fully dressed and looking up at you with glassy, pleading eyes. 

he leans his head against the inside of your plush flesh, and you extend a hand to cup his face. the ebony haired man in front of you nuzzles into your palm as you stroke your thumb across his cheek. hiromi begins to kiss the inside of your hand, sending chills scampering down your spine, and never once breaking eye contact with you. 

“please,” he pulls away slightly and his voice cracks with hunger. “let me make you feel good. you deserve it.” 

higuruma shifts his body to be face to face with your clothed, yet still drenched, pussy. 

“i don’t want to burden you, hiromi—”

you’re cut off by him pressing his nose into the fabric and inhaling deeply. “you’re never a burden,” he kisses your core. “i can relieve your stress for you. i want to help you out.” his worship of your body as if it were a temple makes butterflies swarm within you.

you nod lightly, any sense of resolve dissipating in an instant. “okay.”

hiromi wastes no time in peeling the sticky fabric away from you, tossing them to the ground and revealing your drooling cunt. it’s almost embarrassing, the way you're already dripping so much for him, slick oozing out of your hole after all he’s done is talk to you sweetly.

your husband swallows thickly. “sit on my face,” his voice drops down an octave and your stomach lurches. 

obediently, you follow his command. whilst he rolls over on to his back, you position yourself over him, straddling his face. it’s obscene how soaked you are—you think you can literally feel a drop of wetness drip down your inner leg—from the way your husband is gazing up at you right now. his eyes are half-lidded, jaw slightly agape as he breathes heavily, eager to taste you. who would have thought that a few weeks of abstinence would leave you so desperate to be touched?

“sit.” hiromi’s voice is husky and deep and he wraps his hands around your thighs, pulling you down on to his face. 

you can feel his breath flutter against your heat as you sink down on him. he presses a gentle kiss against you, then kitten licks at your clit, and your body tenses up in anticipation. instinctively, your hips buck down to chase his mouth. 

higuruma laughs, low and sultry. the vibrations reverberate throughout your body and make you shudder. 

“so eager.”

before you have time to scold him, he licks a strip up from your candied entrance to your throbbing clit, tongue flat against your folds. a strangled cry escapes your throat, the noise guttural and raw. it’s been so long since you’d had time alone with him, even the most mundane of acts feels almost overstimulating. 

hiromi’s eyes flutter closed as he moans into you, lapping up your juices like a man starved. 

“mmh,” he groans. “missed your taste.”

his words fly straight to your pussy; your hole quivers around nothing. your hands find the headboard in front of you and, when he glides between your folds, you grip it so tightly your knuckles start to turn white. his warm, wet tongue traces patterns into your clit, and the bliss is so overwhelming that you can’t help but whiiiine his name out. he’s slurping and gulping all of you and the sounds coming from the two of you are nothing if not filthy. 

and just when you thought it couldn't get any better, he plunges his tongue into you. in this position, his nose is pressing up against your clit, providing a mind-numbing pleasure that ripples over your body in electrifying waves. 

“fuuuuck, hiromi,” you mewl. “feels so—hah—good.”

you’re grinding down into his face now, velvety walls clenching around him with every push of his nose against you. his hands guide your hips as you fuck his mouth, legs trembling above him. 

“keep going, baby,” he grunts. “use me.” 

higuruma pumps his tongue in and out, curling it inside, nose relentlessly rubbing up and down your clit as he moves his head to match the pace of your hips. your mouth hangs open in pure ecstasy. helpless pleas tumble from your lips as he coaxes an orgasm out of you. 

“h-hiromi, ngh, so close,” you whimper. 

any other day, he would have taken the time to edge you until your brain turned to mush. today, however, he takes pity on his poor, overworked wife, and decides to let you take what you need from him. 

“you’ve worked so hard, baby,” he rasps, letting up his ministrations temporarily to praise you. “you deserve to cum, right?” 

“mhm,” your eyes are screwed shut in complete ecstasy as you thrust onto his face oh-so-desperately. “s-so close, i can’t hold out—”

your dewy slick is coating his nose, leaking down the sides of his mouth and his chin and higuruma is utterly drunk on your smell, your taste, on you. you fervently rock your hips, chasing your high with nothing in your brain other than hiromi, hiromi, hiromi. 

he withdraws his tongue from inside of you and drives it against your sticky silk, incessantly swirling around your clit. then he sucks, and you gush on his mouth. 

“shit—fuck—hiromi, ‘m cumming—”

your thighs clamp around his head, hard, and you cry out. the pleasure overtakes your body in full force, euphoria coursing through your veins and clouding your vision. the man underneath you continues to lick you through your orgasm, your muscles convulsing uncontrollably. to hiromi, the sight is exquisite: you, writhing above him, moaning his name out so deliciously. it’s almost enough to make him cum in his pants. 

and when you come down from your high, body slumping next to him, he just pulls you close to him, nestling your bodies together.

“thank you,” you whisper, fatigue spreading throughout your body. “i needed that. i love you.”

“i’ll do anything for you,” he kisses the top of your head. “always.”

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