| 18+ sending higuruma a photo while he’s working | bf!higuruma x fem!reader ⋆.𐙚 ̊⋆.𐙚 ̊⋆.𐙚 ̊
Higuruma was absently spinning in his chair, his blazer discarded onto another one of the chairs in the office. He was having difficulty focusing on anything, his thoughts forming and melting with the heat overwhelming the room. The buzz of his phone almost blended into the rumbling of the air conditioning, which was doing a poor job at fighting the summer heat.
Higuruma’s eyes lazily drifted along to where his phone was face up on his desk, peeking just underneath some papers. The rest of his body slowly followed as he leaned back and kicked his heel against the floor to propel himself to the desk.
His expression didn’t shift a fraction… besides the slight bob of his Adam’s apple up and down in his throat and his pupils dilating as they finished scanning the contents of what you sent.
2 photos of you in new black, lacy lingerie. One selfie from the top-down, one in the mirror with your back deliciously arched as you leaned forward, and another video of you suggestively sucking a lollipop, then trailing it down your body, pushing and teasing at the lace of the lingerie. A video Higuruma watched once… twice… then he clicked his phone shut, lackadaisically gathering himself from his chair and standing up, letting it spin as he collected his belongings.
“Lunch break.” He said to nobody in particular, dismissing himself from the office.
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You hadn’t even gotten the chance to give him the show that you had planned when he opened the door to your room.
He had you backed up into the bedroom desk in 3 long strides, his big hands easily lifting you up onto the desk and moving the cloth out of the way as he crouched down and buried his face into your heat.
A breathless moan left you as your hand flew down to his hair. “Nghh–babe!” You tried to pull him away and it took a couple more swirls of his tongue through your folds before he hesitantly parted from your lingerie-clad crotch.
His lips were swollen and wet and his gaze was fixed entirely on you once he decided he had it in him to lift his head. “Yes?” He asked, his long fingers still playing along the lace of your panties, sneaking under and running over the hot skin there.
“I thought you… were supposed to be working.” You let out with taxed breaths, gulping a little at the way he was still moving his hands and looking at you very intentionally.
It was stupid. You sent him those photos and the video expecting him to maybe sneak off into the bathroom during work and send you something himself. It was easier than asking him to start sending you stuff like that. A rather harebrained plan, you realized just then.
“I thought you wanted me here. With you.” He replied quite simply. Your face turned a violent shade of red as you looked away for a moment to avoid his gaze, which was dedicated entirely to you in this moment.
“But?” He leaned into you, his breath hot against your collarbone, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses slowly up the column of your neck.
“Nothing.” You said weakly as your fingers tightened in his hair. It felt embarrassing asking for more than what he was already giving you.
He pulled back, eyes searching yours intently. He’s perceptive, a little too perceptive for your liking. One corner of his mouth lifts up in a small, lazy smirk as his eyes rake over you before meeting yours again. “Darling, you know better than to try that with me.”
You feel the heat flush up your neck, coloring your cheeks as you look at him. You weren’t used to being in a relationship with someone so… attentive. But you found it hard to break your gaze away from his, boring into yours yet encouraging you to speak. He let you wallow in your silence until you eventually spoke up quietly.
“I didn’t mean for you to leave work–not that I don’t want you here, I do! I really do–I just… I.. maybe… thought you could send me something too?” Those last words leave your lips in a rushed and embarrassed fashion, and you look down as you bite your lip.
You hear Higuruma breathe a chuckle.
He doesn’t make you look at him. “I’m sorry, love.”
You look up at him, opening your mouth to retort, but before you can, his eyes have this fondness that his fingers follow with as they caress their way up to your stomach.
“It was so hot in that office.” He drawled out, his words slow and sweet. He pulled you down from the desk, stepping backwards while holding your hands, eyes raking over your body with no reservations as he continued to speak. “Couldn’t think properly when I saw you like that, pretty girl.”
He spun you around gently, holding you by the waist as he had you facing the full-body mirror in your room. “See what I mean?” You gulped; the sight was a dream. The lights in the room were off, but the golden rays of the hot sun were reflecting off where they fell on the floor, spilling in stripes onto your bare skin and burning through your see-through lingerie.
“Mmm, I rest my case.” Higuruma rumbled, standing casually behind you, imposing and tall, his fingers trailing up and down your sides, the sun in the room casting a dreamy backlight over him. The golden dust of the room danced lazily around the both of you as you stood there in the mirror.
Higuruma snuck a hand down, fingers easily slipping underneath the lacy lingerie and pressing down on your clit, causing you to press your thighs together. “‘romi…” You breathe out an airy moan.
“No, pretty girl.” He said nonchalantly, a hand moving to push your thighs apart while the other continued rubbing your clit.
“Is this how you were going to touch yourself?” He quickened his movements, his fingers moving frantically against your clit, his voice the extreme opposite of his movements. “Hm?”
“Stop teas–ah!” You can hardly speak as his fingers rub quick circles over your swollen clit, still wet from his mouth.
He chuckled, then he placed a hand onto your back, his fingers lazily spread out. He pushed forward, and you gave in, bending forward in front of him, your hands holding onto either side of the mirror.
“You can watch while I give you what I can for now, right?” He said nonchalantly as he unzipped his slacks, and you felt his cock bounce up to your entrance. “I’ll make sure to fulfill your request on my own time.” He guided it with one hand, his other softly gripping your chin and pulling you back.
“I…” You’re at a loss for words, but he doesn’t give you much time to respond anyways as he guides himself into you, pushing the lingerie to the side with his fingers, and bottoms out in one swift motion.
“Fuck.” He groans quietly into your ear.
He starts to slowly thrust, his head bent down as he watches you take him.
“Ha–babebabe wait.” You try to say, your hand flying up to his head, gripping onto his hair a little harder than you intended. It makes him let out another soft groan, his hands moving to easily lift you up off the floor. He spreads you wide open for him, hands settled under your thighs, and you can hardly look in the mirror.
“Oh fuck you feel so good.” He practically whimpers as he starts fucking into you harder now. His finger finds your clit, reaching over from where he holds you under your thigh.
“I thought you said to stop teasing?” He asks breathily as he fucks you, either unaware or uncaring of how he hardly gave you time to adjust to his thick cock pounding up into you.
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a/n new account hello world i love higuruma i imagine that he daydreams quite a bit
first time writing smut for the world to see (im so fucking scared and i realized i switched tenses halfway through its a mess )
… i also wrote a lot more than i intended to. got a little carried away i think i should start labeling when it’s fluff or angst im not rlly familiar with this stuff yet
Fuck im never doing this again AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
