hiromi wherein he came from work and is so tired and just in need of release!! 😩
hiromi higuruma came through the door like a storm that had been building all damn day—tie already loosened, jacket slung over one shoulder, dark hair a little messier than usual from running frustrated fingers through it. the courtroom had chewed him up and spit him out again, hours of arguing, evidence stacking like bricks on his chest, and by the time he kicked his shoes off in the genkan he was bone-tired, shoulders heavy, cock already half-hard from the sheer frustration of needing something—anything—to make the noise in his head shut the fuck up.
you were waiting in the kitchen, barefoot in one of his old button-downs that barely skimmed the tops of your thighs, holding out a little bowl of fresh strawberries like it was the sweetest peace offering in the world. red and glistening, still wet from the wash. you smiled soft and hopeful, voice light. “hi, baby. rough day? i got these for you—thought they might help a little.”
hiromi’s eyes dragged over you slow, from the messy bun at the nape of your neck down to the way the shirt gaped open just enough to show the swell of your tits, no bra, nipples already pebbled from the cool air. the strawberries looked good. but they weren’t what he was starving for.
he didn’t even answer with words at first. just dropped his jacket on the floor, stalked across the tiles until he was right in your space, towering, one big hand snatching the bowl from your fingers and setting it aside with a clatter. the other hand was already fisting the front of his own shirt you were wearing, yanking you flush against his chest.
“strawberries?” his voice was low, wrecked, that smooth courtroom baritone gone gravelly with exhaustion and pure want. “cute. but i don’t want fruit, sweetheart.” his thumb dragged across your bottom lip, smearing it open. “i want this pretty little mouth. i want this greedy cunt. been thinking about burying myself in you since i left the office. you gonna give it to me?”
your breath hitched. you nodded fast, already melting under the weight of his stare. “…yeah,”
he didn’t let you finish. his mouth crashed into yours, messy and demanding, tongue shoving past your lips like he was claiming territory. he tasted like black coffee and the faint bitterness of a long day, but underneath it was that familiar hiromi heat—sharp, intense, starving. one of his hands slid down your back, palmed your ass hard enough to make you squeak into the kiss, then hiked your thigh up around his hip so he could grind his thickening cock right against your bare pussy.
no panties. of course there weren’t.
“fuck,” he groaned against your mouth, hips rolling slow and filthy. “already wet for me? been waiting like a good girl?” he bit your bottom lip, tugged it between his teeth. “or were you touching yourself thinking about me coming home and using you?”
you whimpered, fingers clutching at his dress shirt. “just wanted to take care of you—”
“yeah? then let me eat.” he spun you around so fast your back hit the counter, bowl of strawberries rattling beside you. hiromi dropped to his knees right there on the kitchen floor like a man possessed, shoved the hem of the shirt up to your waist, and buried his face between your thighs without another word.
his tongue was relentless—flat and broad at first, licking a long stripe up your soaked slit before he sucked your clit into his mouth with a wet, obscene noise. two thick fingers pushed inside you immediately, curling hard, scissoring while he ate you like a man who’d been denied for weeks instead of hours. your knees buckled; he hooked one of your legs over his shoulder and held you open wider, groaning into your pussy like it was the only thing keeping him alive.
“taste so fucking good,” he mumbled, voice vibrating against your clit. “sweeter than any goddamn strawberry. keep making those pretty noises for me—let me hear how much you need my cock.”
you were already shaking, one hand fisted in his hair, the other gripping the edge of the counter so hard your knuckles went white. his fingers fucked into you faster, wet squelching sounds filling the kitchen, his tongue flicking and sucking and devouring until your thighs trembled and you came hard—gushing around his fingers, soaking his chin, crying out his name like a prayer.
hiromi didn’t give you time to recover. he stood up, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and spun you again—bending you over the counter so your tits pressed against the cool surface, ass up, legs spread. you heard his belt clink, zipper yank down, then the thick, heavy weight of his cock slapped against your ass.
“gonna fuck you stupid,” he rasped, lining himself up. “gonna use this tight little hole until i forget every single thing that pissed me off today. you ready?”
he thrust in with one brutal snap of his hips, burying himself to the hilt in one go. the stretch burned so good you screamed, walls fluttering around his thick length. he didn’t ease up. didn’t go slow. he fucked you like he was angry at the world and you were the only thing that could fix it—deep, punishing strokes that made your hips slam into the counter, the sound of skin slapping skin loud and filthy.
“fuck—yes—take it,” he growled, one hand fisting your hair to arch your back, the other gripping your hip hard enough to bruise. “this pussy was made for me. so wet, so fucking sloppy already. listen to it—hear how greedy you are for my cock?”
you could. the wet, squelching noises every time he drove back in were obscene, your juices dripping down your thighs, coating his balls. he leaned over you, chest to your back, teeth sinking into the junction of your neck and shoulder as he pounded harder, faster, the angle hitting that spot inside you that made stars explode behind your eyes.
“gonna fill you up,” he panted, voice breaking. “gonna pump you so full you’ll be leaking me for days. you want that? want my cum dripping out of this pretty cunt while you make me dinner?”
“yes—god, hiromi—please—”
he reached around and rubbed your clit in tight, mean circles, never slowing the brutal rhythm of his hips. the second orgasm hit you like a freight train—walls clamping down on him so hard he snarled, hips stuttering.
“that’s it—squeeze my cock just like that—fuck—” he fucked you through it, then pulled out suddenly, spun you around, and lifted you onto the counter like you weighed nothing. strawberries scattered across the surface as he shoved your thighs wide again and slammed back inside.
face to face now. his forehead pressed to yours, dark eyes wild and glassy with exhaustion and lust. sweat beaded on his brow, hair sticking to his temples, but he never stopped moving—deep, grinding thrusts that made your tits bounce and your breath catch on every moan.
“look at me,” he ordered, voice rough. “want to watch you fall apart on my cock again. gonna make you cum so many times you forget your own name.”
you were babbling now—nonsensical little pleas and his name and “more, harder, please hiromi”—while he fucked you like a man who’d been starving. one hand wrapped around your throat, not squeezing hard, just holding you there, owning you, while the other pinched and rolled your nipple.
“my perfect little stress toy,” he murmured, lips brushing yours. “come on, sweetheart. give me one more. wanna feel you gush all over me before i fill you up.”
you broke again—sobbing his name, nails raking down his back through his shirt, pussy spasming around him so violently he finally lost it. with a guttural groan he buried himself deep and came hard, thick ropes of cum flooding you, spilling out around his cock as he kept shallowly thrusting through it, milking every last drop.
he stayed inside you for a long moment, both of you panting, foreheads pressed together. then he kissed you—slow this time, almost tender, like the storm had passed and left only the quiet after.
“thank you,” he whispered against your lips, voice hoarse. “needed that. needed you.”
you smiled, boneless and glowing, fingers carding through his damp hair. “anytime, baby. strawberries can wait.”
hiromi huffed a tired laugh, still buried deep inside you, cum slowly leaking out onto the counter. “good. because i’m nowhere near done with you tonight.”
