`𓏲𝄢 ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ higuruma who actually enjoys getting under your skin in the workplace setting just to get a kick out of it, despite not looking the part. he’s aware he can’t publicly express his affections without human resources breathing down his neck, so he works around the preset rules.
he’s so methodical. always meticulously two steps ahead of certain situations that go unnoticed even by the most experienced and trained eyes.
like “accidentally” bumping into you around a tight corner in the office and dropping a stack of neatly aligned paperwork, causing it to helplessly spiral onto the ground. he crouches down onto floor level to pick up the mess, giving him an up close view to the few inches of bare skin that your tight pencil skirt doesn’t fully cover.
a curt murmur of an apology gets heard from below as he takes his precious time gathering the loose papers, his large figure hunched over in front of you.
your breath hitches once his callused hand leaves a caressing touch against the soft skin of your calf before he finally stands up on his feet again. droopy, tired eyes quickly flashes over with mischievous intention.
“excuse me,” he’ll say before carefully maneuvering around you. all while you stand there flustered and in disbelief.
or when he purposely cages you from behind with his arms outstretched on either side of your figure. broad chest bumping into your back, slightly hovering over you, as you sit at your cubicle listening to him thoroughly explain the case that has been lost in translation for you.
his minty breath intertwined with a hint of coffee hits against the shell of your ear. his voice just falls below a whisper causing a shiver to run down your spine.
you soon subconsciously tune out his monotonous words as the only thing your mind can focus on is the husky smell of his cologne intoxicating your mind and making you weak in the knees.
“….but i’m sure a smart girl like you will memorize the legal proceedings for the trial, isn’t that right?” hiromi muses. a faint smirk tugs at the corners of his lips, feeling the way your breathing rapidly picks up against him.
but his favourite way of riling you up is during the dreadful hours of overtime, where only one or two other restless attorneys occupy the boring, dull space.
a dropped ballpoint pen that rolls under your cubicle isn’t enough to draw major attention. the option to simply roll over his office chair and pick up the item doesn’t occur, instead he fits himself under your cramped desk without a care in the world.
“hiromi what are you—”
“you’ll have to excuse me—” he mutters hastily pulling up the fabric of your skirt to scrunch around your waist and widening your legs until your laced panties are exposed, “—just looking for my pen.”
he pulls your slick panties to the side and dips his tongue into your already wet hole and your pussy automatically clenches around the warm muscle. “mngh! that feels..." you tightly grip at the desk table to brace yourself while your back arches off the chair.
his palms roam freely on your thighs to selfishly grip at the flesh in an attempt to gravitate your body closer towards him. his knees begin to dully ache due to the tiled floor but he doesn’t pay much mind to it.
he groans against your heat, “needed you exactly like this.” he licks a large stride from your hole to your plusing clit then enclose his mouth around the nub, gently suckling onto it.
you loudly squeal with your body jerking forwards, nails digging farther into sturdy table. soon nail marks slowly start to appear onto the surface.
hiromi sympathetically sighs from below you, “try to keep the noises down for me, okay?”
I think there's no part of me that deserves to be alive, truly. I want to slit my wrist and hope all the evil inside me pours out. Perhaps then I can experience some peace
“But there are dark, untouched corners within all of us. Sex can be very exciting in one moment and barely tepid the next. It can feel like love but not be love. It can feel like possession and then the person walks away. You can’t possess another person. You can’t make another person not die. If nothing else, at least my vomit fetish is mine. It’s mine and it’s real.”
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