‧₊ ˚⊹ riding higuruma while he’s on a work call 18+
it was his own fault that he was in this position right now, not yours.
it wasn’t your fault that hiromi had been working on a case for hours at his desk. it wasn’t your fault that he just looked so good in that white shirt and tie that was slowly starting to come undone. it wasn't your fault that you were left watching him from the bed, wet and needy for him. it wasn't your fault that the next meeting he had was a voice call only—no video required.
and it definitely wasn't your fault that you ended up straddling his lap while he was on said call. in fact, it was just a natural consequence of all of the day’s previous events. you were so desperate for him after having to just watch him from the sidelines all day, and circling your own clit over your underwear just wasn't doing it for you.
so now, you find yourself grinding against the straining bulge in his slacks, panties so soaked that they're creating a darkened patch on his trousers. your hands steady yourself using his firm chest.
“baby,” higuruma whispers. his voice is low and gravelly and you can tell it’s taking everything in himself to keep his composure. “we shouldn’t be doing this.”
“miss you,” you whimper, continuously dragging your clit over him, the fabric of his trousers providing a blissful friction. “jus’ feels so good.”
hiromi shuffles in his seat, readjusting himself to try and create any semblance of relief from his throbbing cock. “we can do this after, i promise. i’ll touch you, i'll go down on you—”
he’s cut off by your hand that finds his dick, palming him through the fabric. hiromi swallows hard, muscles tensing up as you continue to squeeze lightly.
you shake your head, no. “want you now, hiro.”
and he doesn't argue back anymore. he lets you unzip him and pull his boxers down just enough to free his aching cock. it’s leaking profusely—his body can’t hide just how much he truly needs you just as much as you need him. when you thumb over his head, he sighs a little too loudly than he would have hoped.
“mr higuruma?” a voice speaks up from his laptop. “did you want to add anything?”
panic flashes over his face. “n-no, i—”
his words are cut off by you pulling your dampened underwear to the side and aligning yourself on his tip, hands planted firmly on his shoulders. it takes all of his willpower to not audibly groan at the feeling of your warm, wet cunt sinking down on him inch by inch, fingertips digging into his skin through his shirt.
“nothing to add, apologies,” higuruma finishes through clenched teeth, jaw tightening as you bury his dick up to the hilt within your gummy walls.
your head falls into the crook of his neck, saliva pooling in the corner of your mouth at the maddening stretch that you're experiencing. it still takes time for you to adjust to his size, even after all these years with him. hiromi’s hands fall to your waist, gripping tightly and urging you to move.
when you begin to rock your hips, it’s impossible to stop the whine that moves past your lips. the feeling of him filling you up completely, his chest heaving with every shaky breath that he takes, trying to keep as quiet as possible, is utterly unbearable. higuruma guides you gently, moving your hips up, down, back and forth.
“h-hiro—” you mumble into his skin. “fuuuck…”
soft grunts and pants escape him as he struggles to keep control over his body’s involuntary reactions to the stimulation. his hips snap up to meet yours with every slow, tantalising grind of your body. your walls clench around his length as the pleasure makes your insides buzz with desire.
“keep going,” he whispers into your ear, breath ghosting over your skin.
the two of you rut against one another like a pair of horny virgins thirsty for release. his cock squelches inside of you with every stroke as your sticky slick drips around him.
it feels like the meeting is neverending because all you want to do is cum, but you know it’ll be impossible to refrain from crying out in euphoria when you do. you've been yearning for release all day, so riding higuruma while he’s on call, while you’re struggling to keep quiet, feels all too much for you to be able to hold out.
and it seems like it’s too much for him, too, because he groans into your ear. “baby, ‘m close.”
of course hiromi was going to be the one who was about to finish first, despite his initial disdain towards being in this situation in the first place.
“can’t hold it for me?” you exhale, and he moans quietly, nodding his head.
he pants; jaw agape, eyebrows furrowed, hands clutching at your waist.
“that’s all for discussion, today,” you hear muffled voices from the glowing electronic on his desk. “thank you for coming, everyone.” then the call drops.
the man beneath you wastes little to no time in slamming the screen of his laptop shut and letting loose a long moooaaaan that he had been suppressing for far too long.
you whine right back, calling out his name. he thrusts up into you and a warm heat spreads across your entire body. you know he’s close.
hurriedly, your hand flies to between where your bodies are connected, fingers finding your clit to rub circles into the sensitive bud.
“hiro— hiromi, ngh—” you whimper helplessly, hips rolling into him fervidly. “gonna cum—”
he’s been reduced to an incoherent mess under you, so he just groans in approval. he pushes your hand that’s on your pussy away, replacing it with his own. the stimulation is all so much—his strokes sloppy and frantic, the wet slaps of skin-on-skin, his warm hands applying pressure on your clit.
your stomach is coiled tight, threatening to burst, and when you feel his thick cock twitch in you, you cry out in pure delight.
“fuck—!” your thighs quiver around him. waves of pleasure ripple throughout your body, hole fluttering uncontrollably around him. thick, creamy liquid pools at the base of his dick.
you feel his hot cum spill into you, his head falling back against the chair as yours slumps into his chest. your hands grip his hair tightly and his clasp on you goes limp.
both of you sit there in a stunned silence.
higuruma uses his strength to easily scoop you up from his lap, strands of sticky cum connecting your cunt to him as he places you on the bed and spreads your legs with his large hands wrapping around your plush thighs. he eyes up your pussy like it’s a meal, eyes glassy with hunger.
“let’s get you cleaned up.”
masterlist
note im not too happy with how this turned out tbh..... hopefully the concept is hot enough to get past the mid writing :,)
turnnoffyourmind
dailybridgerton
andulkaphoto
kianamaiart
ellievsbear
