you often wonder how a few harmless interactions with your neighbor ended with you lying flat on your stomach on your living room floor, being fucked senseless by none other than your milkman—choso kamo.
maybe it was his weary eyes, always rimmed dark with exhaustion. or the way his gaze lingered a little too long whenever he accidentally delivered extra bottles of milk to your door. you never expected that one day, you’d be the one getting milked instead.
his thrusts grew deeper, rougher, pulling pathetic breathy sounds from your lips as your body pressed helplessly into the floor. you’re already soaked, slick pooling beneath you as his fingers slip between your thighs, spreading you open before he brings them to his mouth without hesitation. his tongue curls around his digits as he tastes you.
“much more delicious than any milk i’ve had,” he murmurs against your ear.
heat floods your face, shame curling with pleasure as your body tightens around his cock, milking him so well it makes your vision blur.
you should fucking hate this, but you don't and that's what makes it a hundred times better.
choso’s hand fists in your hair, pulling you back just enough to arch your spine, forcing you to feel every slow, deliberate movement. his other hand slides down your stomach, steadying you, holding you exactly where he wants you.
“relax,” he says quietly. “let me take care of it.”
you nod, too far gone to do anything else, stars bursting behind your eyes as he drives you right to the edge.
when it’s over, he looks impossibly calm—like this was just another delivery. he licks his fingers slowly, as if savoring the best meal of his life, before standing and fixing his milkman hat. he zips his pants, already turning toward the door.
“delivery tomorrow,” he says over his shoulder. “eight p.m. don’t be busy.”
that's not my neighbor au? holy shit i wanted to write choso as francis mosses for so long. it's not the best but i hope ya'll liked it!!
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"...Should I cry over it?"
"No. Unless you want to..."
🥛 milkman!Higuruma x married fem!reader
tags + warnings: angst, fluff, smut smut smut ~ ! explic!t content, minors and ageless dni ~ ! infidelity, sneaky sex, risky sex, being cheated on and cheating back, hiromi is morally grey, soft dom!hiromi, service top!hiromi, pet names (sweetie for you, sir for hiromi), breeding k!nk, impact play, dacryphilia, kitchen sex, dirty talk, creamp!e, pregnancy, lactation k!nk, you need each other so bad ─── 2.2k words
a/n: i’m feral over him in ways i can’t contain 🥛 art: @/omzntion on tiktok 🥛 loosely inspired by Francis Mossess from TNMN uwu he's so cute
Suburbia.
Clean. Manicured. Rigid.
As stiff as it was, rigidity had it's pros... Rigidity meant schedule. Schedule meant dependability.
The Milkman was no exception.
Like clockwork, he'd be at your dream of a front door, a six-pack of that white gold balancing perfectly on his big palm, ready to deliver your weekly order. While you settled into your new neighborhood, Hiromi got to know his new route regulars:
Young couple, living in the home for about a month. Wed for a year.
You were kind.
And your husband was aloof.
You were always so put-together.
And your husband was neglectful.
You were suffering... Alone all day...
...And your husband was cheating on you.
...
Hiromi could tell by the way the light always wavered in your eyes... By how stiff your hips were as you reached for your empty milk jugs... By how tense your shoulders held you upright... Hiromi could tell.
And before leaving you for work...your husband always had that smug look on his face. That "I'm about to get lucky~!" expression that every man understood.
The bastard was surely fucking his secretary.
You, your cozy little outfits, and all that effort you put in--went ignored and overlooked by your husband.
And for weeks, you knew why, but were in denial about it.
You were falling apart inside. Underappreciated. Underloved. Underfucked. Holding out for something mediocre...
…
Over the first few weeks of delivering to your address, Hiromi gathered that information and filed it away.
It made his heart ache, seeing a woman sweeter than pie live with such injustice and disrespect...
For a mere ten minutes each week, Hiromi would witness the real version of his dreams: you, answering the door, soft and cozy with sleep still in your eyes…alone…
The only difference between his dreams and his regular Friday mornings was the way you looked at him.
In dreamland, you were happy.
In suburbia, you were miserable.
It was the day you answered the door with death in your gaze—when Hiromi decided he'd be doing something about it.
He didn't probe. He started by complimenting your hair.
You felt a flutter in your chest. And you blurted out the truth. Spilling it all over your front porch. You told Mr. Higuruma how you found out about your husband's mistress. And you didn't know what to do.
Your voice was dripping with a mixture of fury, despair…an undertone of arousal…and consideration…as you eyed the Milkman up and down…
Before your thoughts trekked into unknown territory, you handed him last week’s empty jugs, and clumsily took the new ones from him, making the glasses clatter together in their crate. Not thinking. Not present.
Hiromi wanted to chat, offer you a shoulder...
He instead offered to help you put the milk away.
With sudden thoughts of him naked, you couldn't speak like a person.
You shooed him away and slammed the door.
He came back for next week's delivery right on time.
No longer a mess, but still not well with your loosening hair rollers and wrinkled cotton robe, you invited Mr. Higuruma in, apologizing for rushing him off last time.
He helped you put the milk on the counter. Respectfully removed his hat. Asked how you were doing as you gathered your empty jugs.
You were numb.
He was worried.
Two of the jugs were still half full and you needed to wash them in the sink. One was rinsed, and placed aside. Not looking, you reached for the other one, and tipped it over. Your emerald counter top was quickly splattered with white.
...
You didn't even flinch. Just looked at the mess of spilled milk and sighed, bitterly. "...Should I cry over it?"
Hiromi huffed. Heartbroken with a sense of humor. "No,” he said gently, “Unless you want to..."
"...I probably should. But I’m not sure I even can," you mumbled under your breath.
...
"...I can make you cry."
!
Your flighty pupils met Mr. Higuruma's, then. Parsing his thoughts.
He wasn’t jesting. Your eyes looked like his. Sleep-deprived, worryful, spiraling into madness… All covered up under those beautiful features...
You found out that devastating news weeks ago and still hadn’t cried over it.
A release was needed. And based on how you bit your lip, you were well aware that he knew.
“Mr. Higuruma…”
He unbuttoned his shirt sleeves and rolled them up. Calculated, quick. “Bend over the counter…” He only had ten minutes left for this block stop on his route. In his head, Hiromi gave you ten seconds. If you listened, he knew his next move.
If you rejected him, he'd have his delivery route changed before the day was done.
Hiromi’s lucky day.
You bent over.
If he had any say, it would be your lucky day, too…
Settling into the counter, it wasn't a sexy motion. It was an exhausted one. You were at your wit's end. Who cared if another man touched you? What did it matter, anyway? It's not like your marriage meant anything...
Your heart had been carved out of your chest, but you could still feel it...
Mr. Higuruma's hands grazing along your hips reminded you———you could still feel it.
“Tell me when," he said, "Safe-word: milkshake. Okay?”
You nodded, heart humming against your ribcage...
You thought of his words... Make you cry...
How--?
--!
His voice came out darker, then...
“You feel guilty, don’t you?” With one hand snaking up to your shoulder, holding you still, and the other palming your ass through your robe, he felt around for the fattiest part of you…while his words cut deep...
“Seducing the Milkman in these skimpy outfits…mere minutes after your husband leaves…" he laughed a little... "Even though he cheated first, you’re a perfect little wife, so you feel guilty…”
You whined through a bitten lip, his words twisting that knife in your chest even more sharply.
His hands started caressing you, a little more lovingly…
Hiromi’s timbre was low, “Y’feel like you need to be punished for--even thinking--of cheating back…”
**Smack!**
“Ah~!~!” His thick palm got your right cheek good, making you stand on your toes and lean into the counter.
“And yes, you can be punished…”
**Smack!!**
“But it won’t change the fact that you want this…”
“Fuck…” you crooned, shaking your head...fighting that sting, and that shame...
“No, you need this, don’t you?” Your left ass cheek received the same level of impact.
**Smack!!!**
“Yes, Sir!” you mewled, jerking away from that last harsh swat.
Maybe a little harder…
“You poor, guilty thing…” Hiromi rubbed along your body, soothing you halfway… He could feel you shuddering.
Almost there…
**Smack! Smack!! Smack!!!**
…!!!
“Milkshake!”
The safe-word flew from your lips, and then you sobbed.
You sobbed and sobbed…
Hiromi secured his hands on you, waiting…steadying his own breath… And when he felt you give your weight to him—he gathered you up like soft, fluffy cotton, holding you close before you went limp.
He was happy it only took six...
Any more, and he'd be too hard to keep working...
“You alright, sweetie?”
You nodded, fat tears welling up over your lashes.
He kissed you.
You clung to him.
His hand slithered under your skirt. Firm. Soft.
Rewarding…
“You feel this? You deserve it whenever you want…”
His fingers pumping inside of you, his thumb at your clit, all working in rhythm to warm you up…
“And don’t feel guilty about it… I gotcha, sweetie…”
Reminding you how precious you are…
“Hhhh—Mr. Higuruma~!”
“Call me Hiromi…” he murmured in your ear. He smiled as you piqued for him, the first try of his name leaving your lips as a breathy, needy yelp~!
Your o-face had his knees weak.
"Your husband is a fucking idiot...he has no idea what kind of gem he's got locked in his shed..." the Milkman praised you, hooking his fingers inside you, swiftly pulling another orgasm from you…
Makin’ you cry...
Hiromi was late to the rest of his deliveries that day, fighting a hard-on.
And it happened again.
Every week, actually.
For months.
Hiromi would faithfully deliver your milk, and whatever else he had for you.
Every Friday, you snuck around in the early morning, taking extra time to do your hair and curl your lashes. Your husband didn’t think much of it. He’d be off early to work, as usual.
And Hiromi would be right on time, twenty minutes after you were left alone.
And he’d deliver everything you needed.
…
One day, he was running late…
He brought you a cherry pie to go with your milk…
Told you as a kiss on your lips, “You eat your pie…and I’ll eat mine…”
He sat you pretty on your kitchen counter, crouching down to tongue inside your cunt for as long as he could get away with…
His nose your new fixation, you indeed had your pie while he ate his, too.
Hiromi was so sweet to you, making you cum three times in ten minutes.
He took your empty milk jugs and kissed you gently, licking some cherry filling from your lips. He crossed your threshold with a bravado that made you laugh...and a new pep in his step.
You cried after he left.
And you fingered yourself thinking of him until the next delivery day.
Again, and again, he delivered...
Two months or so after starting these rendezvous, Hiromi sat at your breakfast nook, and you sat on his cock, riding him raw. He sucked at your tits, feeling what was different on his tongue, knowing you were starting to change…
He wondered if you knew.
He wondered if you’d keep it.
Before he started thinking too much, he playfully took his Milkman cap off and plopped it on your head, suckling at your breast while you bucked on him. He swirled his tongue around your taut nipples, squeezing your tits and tonguing you down until you squealed.
You offered to spot clean and iron his uniform slacks after getting them so messy.
Briefs halfway over his ass, he watched you do it, checking his watch and cursing his tight schedule. Looking back at you, and cursing your husband.
You were so beautiful.
You still had his Milkman cap on.
Four months into this...and your tits were leaking onto the counter as Hiromi squeezed them.
"He could've had you spilling milk like this, too... But no..." Hiromi brushed your hair over your shoulder and placed a hot kiss on your neck, and he whispered, "...That's my job..."
He made sure to get to you early today. He needed more time to indulge…
“Bred you full…now you’re leakin’ all this Grade A, just for me…”
The belt buckle flopping on Hiromi’s pooled slacks echoed in your kitchen as he fucked you faster, holding your tits and squeezing your nips between his fingers, making dribbles of your milk splatter below you... You moaned, pressing back into him, meeting his bucking hips… Feverish for him…
“You like it?” he grumbled in your ear, “You like when I touch you ‘n’ fuck you like this?”
“Yes, Hiromi~!”
He laughed at your open blouse buttons bouncing along with your tits. “So pretty, sweetie, cum for me…” He flicked your nipples and pulled you back on him.
You tossed your head back onto his shoulder, giving him a show of your happy tears… Humming happily, Hiromi rocked you through it, kissing your forehead, caressing your tits, your ribcage…
…Your baby bump…
"He doesn't even know yet, does he?“ Hiromi asked on the skin of your cheek, “He doesn’t know his devoted little housewife got all the cream she needed from the Milkman?"
He didn’t give you a chance to answer, deciding to make you whimper around his finger in your mouth. You sucked languidly in time with his hips meeting yours, eyes rolling back, toes curling in your slippers~! "Mmmhh~!"
He pressed into you harder, trapping you against the counter. "He doesn't know that you cream for me, too? Fuck... Sweetie…”
“OhhhHiromiiii~!”
“Look at you milking my cock... Tuggin’ on me so well…” he chuckled, “I’d say it’s unfair to your husband, but he lost you a long time ago…” Hiromi pressed deeply inside you, stilling, and rubbed your clit until you clenched him hard enough to make him cum. With a pleased groan of your name and a praise, he finished inside you, plugging your cervix with all white like melted buttercream…
“Mine…”
He leaned his head on your shoulder and palmed your stomach, stroking your skin with his thumbs…
The Milkman stole you from that suburb as soon as you really started to show.
You lived with him in the city, now. Hiromi made you fall in love with it.
With him.
You made a perfect home with him in his cozy one-bedroom. He clocked more shifts, picked his law degree back up, ready to be serious and step up for you. He was keen to marry you properly, and get a better, bigger house in the ‘burbs for you and the baby…
He still delivered milk to your old address, always inwardly tickled at that frustrated tension on your ex-husband’s brow.
One Friday, when you were ready to finalize the divorce papers, Hiromi hand-delivered them, with a half-innocent, “I found this on the ground near your mailbox…”
…
You never did tell your ex-husband exactly where you went…
…Or with whom...
But despite his windswept marriage, he still sent the Milkman off with a smile, none the wiser.
~
a/n: yes i was ovulating when i wrote this. yes it was an impulse post. yes i need hiromi to *** ****** ** *** *** *** ***** i wrote more if you're as thirsty as i am kkkk~
A/N: This is my first time writing smut, I apologize if it isn't that good.
"Mmm..."
You coo, caressing Francis's face as you kissed him on the nose. How adorable he was for a man who didn't care much for others, merely focusing on his work instead of interacting with others.
You felt special, considering you were the only one he opened up to, the only one he'd talk to without shying away.
But it was only right.
You let out a ghost of a smile as you continue caressing Francis's cheeks with your hands, kissing his neck lightly as you felt him tremble by your touch. Every touch of your lips on his skin sent him vocally expressing just how truly sensitive he was, gripping onto the fabric of your clothes as Francis threw his head back, face redder than scarlet milk.
Francis breathes out heavily, his hand going behind your head to grip onto your hair as you continue to litter kisses on his neck without end.
"[Name]-"
Poor Francis, barely even able to speak out more than one word before suddenly releasing a high pitched moan, gripping tighter on your hair as he was caught by surprise by the bite you left on his neck.
Francis's entire body trembles, but he doesn't tell you to stop.
You lick your lips, leaning your head up as you took Francis's chin in your hand and made him face towards you.
He looks like a puppy because of his teary expression and red cheeks. You sigh, how adorable can this man get?
You take his lips into yours, slipping your arm behind his waist as you hum in content, kissing him with vigorous passion that you knew would make him struggle to get air after.
Francis whines, trying to kiss you back with the same passion you were giving him but the best he could do was open his mouth and let you take control, leaning back on the bed he was on.
"Francis.." You mutter his name, breaking the kiss as he panted, his lungs fighting to get air after making out with you for a minute straight.
Your fingers cup his cheek and he leans into your touch, staring at you in the eyes while panting quietly. You smile, pushing him on the chest, forcing him to lay down on the bed as you crawl on top of him.
"I'll take good care of you." You whisper into his ear, your hand already unbuckling his belt and zipping down his pants.
"[Name].. please-" Francis mutters something with a rasp tone in his voice, gazing at you with such doe eyes that activates a bottomless pit of hunger, of lust, in you.
You pull down the last barrier that covered his dick, your eyes swirling in lust as it leaked pre-cum, the tip flushing a light flustered pink, sensitive to your touch.
"Relax, I'll make you feel good tonight, okay?" You whisper in a gentle tone, already rubbing his dick up and down with your hand, eager to make him orgasm within 5 minutes.
You wanted to break him, hear him scream out your name when he cums.
He was simply just so adorable.
Your pace increases, and you feel the slightest twitch of Francis's dick in your hand as he suddenly whimpers, moaning out words for you to slow down.
"Wait- Wait- Mmmm.. [Name] please- go slow!-" Francis chokes on his words as you did the complete opposite of what he wanted, throwing his head back, his hips thrusted up to match your pace. His eyes rolling back, as the only thing that came out of his mouth were broken moans.
"Haa.. Ha-" Francis grips onto the sheets, letting out a chorus of "Ah, Ah, Haa~" completely letting you know he felt good.
You exhaled, trying to control yourself as you felt yourself get even more aroused just by listening to how lewd his sounds were.
"Shit, fuck.. you drive me crazy." You groan, nuzzling your head into the crook of his neck, biting on his skin; pumping even faster.
Faster.
More.
You needed to hear more of him.
"Fuck- Cum for me, Francis." You utter, feeling his dick twitch and convulse at your words. Just a second after, you immediately felt warm and sticky cum dropping on your hand as Francis let out a loud moan of your name.
Your eyes blurred with arousal, wanting to break him more.
"[Name].." Francis whispers out, but you shush him before he could say anything else.
You smile, getting on top of him as you pull down your pants. Rubbing your pussy on the tip of his dick as you used his cum to lubricate your insides.
Francis just stares at you, panting. His hand on your back, but he was mostly curious on what you were doing.
"I can help you.. if you wan-" Francis's eyes widen, letting out a sudden moan that cut off his sentence as he felt his dick enter your warm and wet pussy. He gripped hard on your hips, whining in pleasure as he felt your walls tighten even more around his cock.
Francis wasn't even fully in yet but he already felt like cumming again.
"[Name]. [Name]. [Name]. Fuck- fuck.. you feel so good, sugar.." Francis whines, thrusting his whole length inside of you. Moaning in the process of doing so, almost cumming when he felt your pussy clench so hard on his dick.
You pant, wrapping your hands around Francis's neck. Letting yourself rest for a while before raising your hips and dropping down on his dick.
"I'm gonna milk you dry.. Mr. Milkman."
Francis groans at the name, his dick twitching as he imagined you taking every single drop of his seed, he imagined filling you up to the brim.
You ride on Francis's dick at a fast pace, wet slapping echoing throughout the room as skin met skin.
Francis moans, changing his hold to grip onto your ass, his head burying into your neck while you bounced on his cock.
"Sugar.. you're taking me so well." Francis mutters softly, completely in bliss by how good your pussy felt.
You moan, your pussy clenching at his words. Despite him being the bottom this time, he still had a way of making you feel like you were the one being submissive.
A frustrating feeling grows in your stomach, wanting to show Francis that you were supposed to be the dominant one.
You clenched tighter on his dick, increasing your pace as you made sure he completely felt every inch of his dick get swallowed by your pussy.
Francis mutters something under his breath, completely lost in pleasure as he moaned in ecstasy, cumming in you for the second time.
You pant, continuing to ride Francis even if he already orgasmed, you wanted to show him that you were more than capable enough of giving both you and him pleasure.
"Sugar, wait- agh- haa~ slow down.." Francis tapped on your hip, grunting and moaning as he felt your tightness.
You moaned, leaning backwards as you rode Francis as if he was a mechanical bull for you to conquer.
Just a few seconds after, you feel Francis cum another time, whining and whimpering, begging you to stop.
"A little more.." You say, panting. Ignoring the feeling building up in your stomach as you tried to at least make Francis reach another orgasm before you finish.
"Sugar- God, if you don't stop- Ngh~" Francis's voice crumbles, his tone deep but filled with cracks as it was raspy and tired.
"More.."
You feel yourself almost cumming, and you moan. Throwing your head into Francis's neck as you slammed yourself down on him and bit down on his neck.
Francis pulls on your hair, gasping in surprise as he felt your body shake above him, his cock does the same, twitching and pulsing because of how intense you were clenching down on him.
"You're going to kill me one day, Sugar." Francis mumbles, running his hands through your hair as he grabbed a strand and kissed it.
You whine, still not getting off his cock, your body too tired to even move.
"I just missed you.. you've been gone for so long because of work, and you look like you haven't even gotten enough sleep." You complain, caressing his face as you leaned on his shoulder.
The tips of Francis's lips turn upwards, a soft yet baffled chuckle escaping from his mouth.
"Mmmm.. I didn't realize you missed me that much, you should've told me, Sugar.. I would've come home immediately." Francis places a kiss on your forehead, lifting you off his cock as cum dripped from your pussy to his thighs.
Francis puts two fingers inside your pussy, scooping a load of your cum before putting it in his mouth.
A satisfied expression appears on his face as he swallows, pecking you on the lips before saying something that makes you mumble in embarrassment.
"Much better than milk." Francis laughs out, kissing you on the lips with complete gentleness.
"Now let's get you cleaned up.."
You hum, gripping onto him tightly as he lifted you up and carried you to the bathroom.
Let's just say, you both did much more than just clean yourselves up in the bathroom.
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