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“Are you sure?”
Your voice is shaky as you stare down at the man below you. There’s a smear of bright red lipstick on his mouth, a sign of your presence. You never would’ve guessed it but he likes those. He likes leftover makeup from you and all the bruises you litter across his throat. He tells you it makes him feel alive. You’re inclined to believe him by the sparkle in his eye.
Higuruma hums for a moment like he’s contemplating, which you know is a bluff. He probably had made up his mind the second he walked through the front door. You’re sure he knew that this is exactly how he wanted you as soon as you walked up to him and planted a kiss on his lips.
He always kisses you rougher after work. Higuruma is a gentle man, a kind man, but you can tell his nerves are frazzled when he finishes the day. You’d expect him to be tired more than anything but it’s the opposite, his mouth seeking yours with such vigor it borders on unruly. Maybe he’s compensating. Doesn’t want you to feel like you're not worth the effort, even after a long day, especially after a long day.
“I wouldn’t ask you to if I wasn’t sure.” He says, looking up at you through his downturned eyelids.
His hand shifts beneath your slip on dress, holding onto your waist tighter. Even with one hand his grip still feels strong and stable. You let your gaze slip down towards his other hand. It lay face up, his middle and ring finger joined together in a motion that’s all too familiar to you.
You nibble your lip, your eyes darting away before you grab your underwear, pulling it to the side. Your cunt clenches around nothing once exposed to the cool air and the mere prospect of being filled with Higuruma. It’s tempting to put up more of a fight, to tell him you’ll look silly, but in the end Higuruma always gets what he wants.
“There you go Honey.” He murmurs.
You want to say it’s patronizing, but even if it is it doesn’t matter. That doesn't change the way your stomach tightens and the lava that flows through your veins.
“Just don't look at my face.” You get weirdly shy, lowering yourself closer towards his fingers.
He tilts his head while watching his fingers drag through your wet folds. “I won’t.”
You whimper as soon as he dips into your pussy. Your walls suck him in, molding around his skin instantly. He doesn't even have to do anything but sit still and your body still reacts to him. You grab his button up, hands dragging across his chest as you let his middle and ring finger slip into you fully.
“Fuck- it’s, you’re-“ your eyes roll back into your head.
He twitches his fingers once, and they press against the tender spot inside. You moan louder, wondering how anyone satisfied you before this. Higuruma breathes in deeply, waiting ever so patiently for you to get acclimated to the size of him. You press your forehead against his shoulder and begin to raise yourself slowly, slowly, feeling his fingers drag against your walls. He lets you ride his hand at your own pace, finding the speed that works best for you.
“Does it feel good?” His voice is low and dangerous, the tone causing your cunt to leak more around him.
You pull away from his chest and look down, whimpering at the sight of his rolled up button up and forearm flexing while you fuck yourself on his fingers. Your knee shifts slightly, causing it to press against his groin. He’s fully clothed as you straddle him, but you’d be a fool to mistake the wet patch on his slacks as anything but a sign of his need.
“So good, so good.” You reply out of breath, as you push your body up before falling back down.
You look up to glance at his face and find him already staring at you. Your body betrays you by clenching on instinct. “You said you weren’t going to look at my face,” you whine, movements faltering in embarrassment.
“I lied,” he says quickly, curling his fingers into you, poking and prodding.
“Lawyers are good at that.” You’re quick with it, jabbing at him verbally.
Higuruma cracks a smile when you speak, even if it’s with slight vitriol. He knows you want him to put in all the work, for him to piston his fingers into you until you can’t see anymore, which is exactly why he keeps his fingers still. He wants you to work hard for him.
You know he won’t look away, so instead you close your eyes to save yourself from the shame. If he wants to watch all the expressions you make while you fuck yourself on him, then so be it.
“Want you in me,” you complain, fists curled up on top of his shoulders.
He’s keeping his fingers curled now, letting them bump and prod at your g spot as you ride him. Pathetic whimpers fall from your lips, and you don’t even want to know what kind of face you're making right now.
“I am in you.” He responds as he looks down, parting his lips when he watches how your cunt swallows him up.
Fucking lawyers and their arguments.
“No Hiromi, your cock I want your-“ you moan out, speeding up.
Fuck, you could picture it now. He would never admit it, but he has such a pretty cock. It reaches all the right places, and never fails to make you cum.
“Yeah?” His tone dips. “What do you want me to do?” He eggs you on.
You want it bad. You reach down and your fingers circle your clit, the sensation making you jump on his lap. It’s wet and it’s sticky and you aren't sure how long you're going to last like this.
“Want you to hold me and fuck me,” you open your eyes so you can look down at your hand and his steadily bringing you to orgasm. “Want you to ruin me.”
Higuruma groans at that, tempted to fuck you even if it’s just with his fingers, but he holds back. Your middle finger slides across your clit, speeding up as you push yourself down on his own. The sounds coming from your pussy are obscene, but you're past being embarrassed at this point.
“Hiromi I’m gonna cum, you're gonna make me-“ you almost yell from how good it feels.
“Fuck baby, keep going, you’re doing so good.” He encourages you.
You lean forward, angling your hips just right as you fuck onto him. Your clit almost hurts from how you’re abusing it, but you’re so so fucking close.
If you had any brain power left you might press your lips against Higuruma’s, but all you're focused on now is cumming.
“Nghhh-“ you moan, eyes slamming shut as soon as you feel yourself fall over the edge. “Fuckfuckfuck,”
All it takes is one more swipe across your sensitive bud and you're cumming, walls tightening around Higuruma’s fingers so hard he thinks his circulation might cut off. He’s in awe as he watches you use him, as you use his body until there’s nothing left you can take.
Once you come down you fall forward, smashing your face against his chest and nuzzling into him. He cracks a soft grin at your dramatics, slowly easing his fingers from your cunt before taking a glance at them. Strings of cum slide down his skin, the sight making his pants even more tighter.
“Thank you,” you press a kiss to his neck, chuckling when you see his slight shiver.
“I should be thanking you.” He responds. “How does the saying go? Dinner and a show?” He pulls back to look down at your features before flipping you beneath him, your legs spread and pussy exposed. “I got my show, so now it’s time for dinner.”