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husband!higuruma x fem!reader

divider creds: fae-and-wolf

synopsis: You give your husband the cold shoulder after he forgets to do the dishes. He apologizes in the only way he knows will reach you.

⏾⋆.˚ ⚠️ WARNING: SOMNOPHILIA!, smut, no use of y/n, oral sex, clit play, spitting, arguing, pettiness, marriage, some fluff/humor, communication is a work in progress

preface:

this was cross uploaded on my ao3 account, gojoslefttoenail, as well!

word count: 1,907

you can see this as a continuation or standalone from my other oneshot w/ higuruma. it doesn't rly change much

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After a horrible week of endless shifts at the hospital, you were finally going to wind down by checking out a new local jazz bar with your friend group.

"Hiromi, I'll be back in a few hours. Please don't forget to do the dishes. They've all been piled up in the sink ever since the dishwasher broke down this afternoon."

You stepped into his study, where he had been locked up for the whole day. Seemed like he took on another case. Sometimes you wished the poor guy would just take a break for once, but he always shrugged your worries off.

He naturally stopped shooting laser beams into his documents and glanced upwards, his tired gaze softening.

"Sure, I will. And I'll call the electrician first thing in the morning too...C'mere," he lazily beckoned you forward.

"You look beautiful, honey. Have fun tonight. And call me if you drink too much. Don't want a DUI registered under my wife's name."

Hiromi's hand reached out for yours and absentmindedly fiddled with your fingers.

"Thank you, it's backless," you slowly turned around to display your maxi dress from all angles. 

"How classy. You fit the whole '80s jazz theme perfectly."

He placed a gentle kiss to your exposed spine and breathed in the scent of your warm perfume through his nostrils. Gourmand and mature vanilla. It complimented your equally warm skin and personality so well.

"Bend over my desk, honey. Just one quickie before you leave," he maneuvered you to his table, where papers were eagerly being shoved aside.

You laughed wholeheartedly and broke free from his grip before it was too late.

"Hiromi, not now! How could you even suggest that after what happened last time?!" 

The two of you had banned quickies after Hiromi discovered there was a dried cum stain on his slacks in the middle of a court appearance. He obnoxiously tugged his blazer downwards every minute or so, but it still didn't hide much. If anybody had noticed it, they didn't point it out, but it was still embarrassing regardless.

But, seriously, c'mon. How was he supposed to resist when you had looked so beautiful while watching TV in the living room? Hiromi was certain only his wife could make such mundane things look so pretty and elegant. He had originally meant to only give you a parting kiss then, but that steeply escalated to panties being pushed to the side and a fast ride to the Wild West. 

"Aw, don't be like that. I won't even make you do the work this time. Just relax and I'll take real good care of-"

"Goodbye, love! See you later!" you kissed his cheek before skedaddling out the front door.

Hiromi huffed in amusement and begrudgingly returned to his stack of files, already fantasizing about what he'd do when you came back home.

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Thankfully, you hadn't consumed enough alcohol to get drunk. You were able to drive back home safely, contentment stirring in your heart from the pleasant buzz of tipsiness. Until you were met with the sight of dirty glassware accumulating in the kitchen sink. Any prior fuzzy, light feeling snuffed out immediately. Of course he hadn't stepped out of that damned study the whole time you were gone. With a clenched jaw and fancy dress definitely not suitable for completing chores in, you began scrubbing the plates clean yourself.

Hiromi's mind was sluggish after skimming through a hundred documents. He tried massaging his temples, but it didn't help with how his eyes burned drier than the Sahara. He wanted nothing more than for you to come home, so he could render your witty remarks and advanced medical terminology into broken, breathy moans. You would make that specific, high-pitched whine every time he'd tap that spongy spot inside that felt like heaven. If a vagina could even count as spiritual salvation. He was growing painfully hard just from imagining it, but he didn't want to touch it until you got back. He swear he never used to be some pathetic horndog like this...until he got married to you. 

And that's when he heard it. Some clanging noises coming from beyond his closed door. You were back, yay! But what was all the ruckus for? It sounded like...glass? Specifically glass dishware.

Fuck.

He bolted out of the study and into the kitchen, horror flashing in his eyes.

"Honey, I'm so sorry! I sincerely did not mean to forget."

Silence. Followed by even more silence.

"...Baby, please. I'm sorry. I'll finish the rest of the dishes. Put them down."

"No need. This was the last one."

You held up a clean coffee mug and set it aside, so it could dry. Hiromi was at a loss of words as you patted your hands with a towel and quietly stormed upstairs. He couldn't even speak up when you purposely shoved past him, serving him a literal dose of the cold shoulder. He knew better than to follow you now. You would only lock him out of the bedroom for the night or blow up in his face. Neither option sounded appealing. 

So Hiromi resorted to what he did best: waiting. Waiting in line at a grocery store. Waiting for a verdict to release. Waiting until you cummed so he could follow right after. It was all the same to him.

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That was a hella weird dream. One moment you were serving Krabby Patties at the Krusty Krab alongside Spongebob. And in the next, you teleported through one of Dr. Strange's portals and faced Thanos alone in battle. The cherry on top was randomly spawning into a strip club and finding your husband as one of the dancers?! Wait, why did his ass look kinda good in a Victoria's Secret thong?...

You woke up, remnants of confusion still lingering in your mind. And then, numbing pleasure suddenly hit you like a freight train. An involuntary moan left your lips, while your hands clawed the heavy duvet off of the bed. And there he was beneath the sheets—harshly sucking on your clit between his soft lips.

"You finally awake? It's been ten minutes."

"Explain yourself, Hiromi. Oh, fuck you-"

"You don't get to yet. Wait your turn," Hiromi's mood turned sour, returning to your wetness with more intent.

His tongue's rough base parted your puffy folds with striped licks, but he avoided oral penetration altogether. The anticipation to fuck yourself on his tongue left your legs twitching violently and throat parched from incoherent whines.

"Tch, stop moving," his hands grabbed the space behind your knees and locked them down in place.

Hiromi paused for a moment to let some spit dribble down your pussy, even though you were already coated in enough slick. That was usually the last step in foreplay before he made proper love to you. The thought caused your leaking hole to clench around nothing. He noticed. Of course, he noticed. He always did, even in the darkness of your shared bedroom. He lowered his head, so you wouldn't be able to see his knowing smile from that angle. 

Right when you thought you were going to receive a good dicking, the very tip of his tongue returned to abusing your clit with tiny, teasing flicks. Against your better judgment (you should still be mad at him), your back lifted from the mattress until it made a perfect arch shape. In between quick strokes, his lips curled back so that his teeth could lightly graze over and nibble on your flesh. What made things worse was that he was 100% aware of his unfair tactics. You knew he was breaking you to the point where your body couldn't physically manage the ecstasy...because it meant you wouldn't be able to keep giving him the cold shoulder. He preferred a crying and moaning wife in heat over a stoic, nonresponsive one.

Using your melted brain to the best of your abilities, you tried to find a way out of this.

"Higuruma, hold on," you whimpered through clenched teeth.

Hiromi's ministrations froze, his stare whipping up to meet yours. The intensity of his dilated pupils made your face heat up with self-consciousness, but you didn't dare look away first. Did that actually do the trick?

But then his brows narrowed and his left palm lightly tapped the side of your ass in warning.

"Oh, so we're using last names in bed now? That's a real low, even for you, Mrs. Higuruma."

His fingers pinched your clit once—earning a surprised gasp from you—before his thumb meticulously rubbed over the swollen area. It felt as if he were plucking each individual nerve out and playing them like harp strings.

Desperate times called for desperate measures. You blurted out the first outrageous thought that entered your mind.

"At this rate, I'm going to piss on the sheets. Quit it!"

But he didn't falter. Not even for a second.

"Then do it."

"What is your fucking problem?!"

"I don't know. What's yours?" he snapped back before applying more pressure into his circles.

Geez, you weren't expecting that. You gulped loudly, as if to physically swallow your pride, and then made one more attempt. Third time's the charm, right?

"Baby, I'm about to cum..."

Upon hearing the pet name, his hand retracted instantly. You knew he'd do that. He wouldn't give you an orgasm in his current state, even if you begged. Not until you guys talked things out first.

"Cruel bastard."

"Are we going to keep calling each other names?"

"You don't have any right to be mad. I wanted to enjoy my night, so I asked you beforehand to clean up. But you were too cooped up with work to do even that. I ended up doing the dishes anyway. So then, why are you upset over my valid reaction?"

Hiromi sat back on his knees timidly, a complete 360 from whoever he was a minute ago.

"...Once again, I am sorry about not washing the dishes. You must've been tired after your outing, and that was probably the last thing you wanted to do. I won't forget again. This was the first and last time."

He was using that confident lawyer voice, but his hands were still fiddling around with each other. 

"And I think there's been some miscommunication. Your reaction was indeed valid. But the way you conveyed it wasn't. I won't tell you how you should feel, but maybe skip the cold shoulder next time?...I don't know. You're entitled to space, but ignoring me doesn't fix any problems between us. It's just not healthy in general and can build resentment up fast. I'd rather have you yell at me, you know?"

Everything he said made sense. There was no way around it. Too ashamed to do anything else, you nodded solemnly.

"I'm sorry too. I'll try working on that. Just remind me if I shut you out like that again."

You two both exhaled sighs of relief at the same time, tension finally able to leave your muscles.

Hiromi then leaned forward and placed a brief kiss on your forehead.

"I love you."

"I love you too. Now, show me how much."

You lied back down on the bed properly, while the quiet hunger in his eyes reignited again.

"Spread your legs, pretty. I'll make it up to you."

author's notes:

ㅤ 🧊 # !! ꒰ so minty fresh ꒱

ㅤ ♡ ୨୧ ─ ・┈ They should call you sugar ✿

ㅤㅤ ✿ oh you're so sweet ┈ ・ ─ ୨୧ ♡

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