#hessooofine

Higuruma noticed everything.

the way you'd fix your necklace whenever you were nervous—how you liked your coffee and how you organised your notes during important meetings.

So of course he noticed your undenying fascination concerning his nose.

your gaze lingered a second too long during work hours, during meetings where you were meant to focus. Hiromi couldn't let his poor little assistant keep getting distracted, he needed you attentive.

When he suggested you have your 'fun with him' you thought it was a joke. But you quickly realized he was dead serious when he brought you back to his apartement.

“hiromi..a-are you sure this is okay?” You tried bringing yourself up, yet higuruma was holding you down in his firm hands. He shushed you lowly, bitting back a small chuckle as he nudged his nose onto your aching clit.

He had you parked right on his face. Either one of your thighs were rocking on the sides of his cheeks. He hummed sweet nothings as he innocently buried himself between your thighs, pressing you even harder onto him.

"Mhm ,'m sure—'love this pussy" He'd praise- practically losing himself between your sweet folds. Hiromi groaned against your soft skin darting his tongue directly onto your aching bud.

He swirled around it precisely, making sure to note your reactions. Your drooling pussy dripped, lathering his face- you whined in protest claiming it was too much— that you couldn't take it.

but he couldn't stop, his body wouldn't allow him. You tasted too sweet for your own good. You grinded your hips against him—plump thighs shuddering against his face as you tried pushing him away.

"Don't hide—"He moaned, listening to your throat sing the cutest whimpers- your eyes rolling back in pure bliss. You were drunk of pleasure and it was truly the best feeling you've felt in the longest while.

Hiromi brought you to a high no ones' ever gone with you before and fuckk you couldn't get enough of it.

" —'m-close...hiromi!" You mumbled, dragging your hips at an abrupt pace against his nose. He began picking up his tongue's pace, lapping around your heat. "y-yes baby—like that"

Higuruma landed a sharp slap across your plump ass—adding his fingers to the torturing mix, a soft gasp slipped past your lips.

"Sweetheart, come for me 'wanna taste you." Your slick thighs clamped around him as your body quivered. His hips bucked leisurely as he chased his own hurried release. you cried out , your orgasm hitting you. "Hiromi—" you shrieked.

Overtime you and higuruma made this a habit. Bringing one another home, laughing over dinner, fucking. If getting you distracted got you what you needed, you'd be sure to get distracted all the time.