・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ Higuruma x Reader ✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・
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And every now and then, when you turned your head slightly toward him while talking. He caught himself remembering just how close your face had been to his a moment ago. Close enough that he could still picture it.
And it took him a little longer than usual to steady his heartbeat.
The drive slowly got quiet
Streetlights slid across the windshield every few seconds, painting brief flashes of gold across the inside of the car. The city had mostly settled for the night.
At first Higuruma thought you were just watching the lights again like earlier, but when he glanced over he noticed your head leaning slightly against the window, your eyes closed.
He drove the rest of the way in silence, glancing at you every so often. The confident, teasing lawyer who had spent the entire night arguing with him was completely gone now. Your expression was peaceful, almost soft.
When he parked outside his building and turned the engine off, you still hadn’t stirred. Higuruma stepped out, walking around the car before opening the passenger door.
He watched you for another moment before sighing quietly.Then he carefully slid one arm behind your back and the other beneath your knees. As soon as he lifted you, you shifted slightly, instinctively leaning into him. Your arms loosely slipped around his neck and your head rested against his chest.
Higuruma froze for a second.
Your warmth was immediate. Your breathing brushed softly against his collar. He forced himself to move again, carrying you inside. His apartment was quiet and dim, lit only by a soft lamp beside the couch. He lowered you gently onto the cushions. But your eyes opened as you felt yourself lay on the couch.
You looked around slowly, clearly confused.
Higuruma stood and walked to the kitchen.
“i’ll get you some water.”
When he returned, you were sitting up, staring around the room like you were trying to solve a puzzle. He handed you the glass and sat beside you.
“…where am I?” you murmured.
Then your eyes narrowed suspiciously at him.
Higuruma leaned back laughing lightly.
“I drove you somewhere safe.”
“no,” he said calmly. “it’s mine.”
You leaned closer, examining him like a witness on the stand.
“do you want me to believe that?”
He tilted his head slightly. Then, almost absentmindedly, he said,
“…do you want me to kidnap you?”
The answer slipped out without hesitation. For a moment he just looked at you. Something about the way you said it soft, careless, completely honest made his chest tighten slightly. It was slowly getting to him.
Meanwhile you had already moved on to another thought.
“you’re suspicious,” you said suddenly.
“mhm.” You squinted at him again.
“I fail to see how that’s suspicious.”
“no listen.” You pointed at him.
“you’re tall… and smart… and annoying in court.”
The corner of his mouth twitched.
“but you argue really well,” you continued. “which is annoying too.”
“that sounds less like a compliment.”
You leaned closer again, studying his face like you were discovering something new.
“And you listen,” you added quietly. “Most lawyers don’t actually listen. They just wait for their turn to talk.”
Higuruma watched you carefully.
“You notice things,” you continued. “tiny gaps in arguments.”
“…I recall mentioning that earlier.”
“yeah but you still lost,” you said smugly.
That made him smile slightly. You were still staring at him though. Really staring now.
“and your eyes are pretty.”
“and your lips…” you murmured without thinking.
Almost vacantly, you lifted a finger, the tip moving toward his mouth as if you meant to trace the shape of it.
Higuruma’s eyes flicked back to you. His heart beat a little faster.
His gaze caught the movement instantly.
Before your finger could touch him, his hand moved. His fingers wrapped around your wrist. firm, but not rough, stopping you just short of his lips.
His dark eyes searched your face like he was trying to figure out exactly what you were thinking. Then, without letting go of your wrist, he pulled you closer. The space between you disappeared.
“what about them,” he said quietly.
His voice was calm, but there was something different in it now, something lower, almost challenging. His gaze dropped briefly to your mouth before returning to your eyes.
You squinted slightly like you were analyzing something.
“they look… really nice.”
The words hung in the air.
Higuruma felt a slow, burning heat rush down his spine. Every instinct in him was screaming to pull you in and crash his lips against yours, but he held himself back. He couldn’t do it at first. Not when you were drunk, not when every soft word you’d said tonight was still echoing in his mind. If this happened, it had to be you who closed the distance.
His eyes stayed locked on yours, dark and steady, though his composure was hanging by a thread. The entire evening had been torture in the most unexpected way. Watching you laugh, watching the way you leaned toward him on the sidewalk, the warmth of the alcohol making you bold enough to say things you normally kept to yourself.
Every compliment had hit him harder than you probably realized.
The way you’d looked at him and called him handsome. The quiet way you said he was kind. The little smile you gave him when you told him you liked being around him. Each word had landed somewhere deep in his chest, making his heart beat faster and faster until it almost felt unbearable.
And now you were here, inches away.
You slowly leaned closer, still looking into his eyes, as if silently asking a question. Your lips brushed his, just barely.
That tiny, hesitant touch snapped the last thread of his restraint.
Higuruma’s hand moved instantly, one palm sliding up to cradle your cheek as he pulled you back into the kiss with a sudden intensity he couldn’t hide anymore. His other hand was still wrapped loosely around your wrist, guiding you closer.
The kiss was nothing like the gentle one you’d started.
It was deeper, fuller, all the restraint he’d been forcing himself to keep the entire night finally breaking loose. He tilted his head slightly, holding you firmly but carefully, his thumb brushing against your cheek as if grounding himself in the moment.
When he pulled you in, your body shifted forward until you were nearly on his lap. One of your knees pressed against the couch beside him, your balance tipping toward him as he kept you close.
He almost forgot to breathe.
You were so close he could feel your weight leaning into him, your body fitting against his as if the distance between you had always been the wrong place to begin with.
And all he could think about was how those drunken compliments were still ringing in his head, the way you’d said them so easily, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
No one had ever looked at him like that before.
His grip softened just slightly, though he didn’t let you pull away, his forehead almost brushing yours as the kiss slowed. His heart was still racing, louder than he wanted to admit.
For someone who prided himself on control, on logic, on restraint…
You had completely undone him without even realizing it.
You both pulled away slowly, the air between you suddenly feeling heavier than before. Your faces were still inches apart, his hands still cupping your cheeks as if he hadn’t quite convinced himself to let go yet.
Your lips were slightly parted when you tilted your head, studying him with that soft, teasing look in your eyes.
“so…” you dragged the word out slowly, breathing warm against his lips. “you did kidnap me.”
Higuruma let out a quiet laugh under his breath, the sound low and rough, his thumbs brushing faintly along your cheeks.
How many times is she going to ask me this?
“if this is kidnapping,” he murmured, voice calm but edged with something deeper now, “you don’t seem to mind it very much.”
Before he could even finish the sentence, you shifted forward. Your body settled fully onto his lap.
The movement made his breath catch for half a second. He hadn’t expected you to close the distance like that, to sit on him so easily like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Your hands came up and gently grabbed his face, holding it between your palms as you looked straight into his eyes.
“not really,” you said softly.
And before he could respond, your lips pressed against his again.
The kiss this time wasn’t hesitant.
It was immediate. Intentional.
Higuruma’s composure cracked a little more the moment he felt your weight against him. His hands slid down from your cheeks to your waist almost instinctively, gripping you there as if he needed the contact to steady himself. He pulled you closer even though there was barely any space left between you.
His fingers tightened slowly around your waist as the kiss got more intense, his control slipping more with every passing second. Your lips moved against his and he responded instantly, the kiss growing slower, heavier, filled with everything he’d been trying to hold back all night.
God… she’s going to ruin me.
That was the only thought running through his mind.
Then you suddenly pulled back just enough to shrug your suit off. The fabric slipped down your shoulders before you tossed it somewhere across the couch without even looking.
Higuruma watched the entire movement. His eyes didn’t leave you once.
You both paused again, breathing slightly heavier now, the tension between you thick enough to feel.
Your gaze dropped to the front of his suit. Your fingers lightly grabbed the collar of his jacket and gave it a small tug, silently telling him what you wanted.
A faint smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.
You were bold tonight. Bolder than he’d ever seen you.
Without breaking eye contact, he reached up and slowly shrugged his suit off his shoulders, letting it fall somewhere beside him. The movement was unhurried, deliberate, his eyes never leaving yours.
None of you spoke, You just stared at each other.
The dim lighting in his living room made your eyes shimmer slightly, catching the warm glow from the lamp beside the couch.
And Higuruma couldn’t look away.
You looked almost unreal sitting there on his lap like that, your hair slightly messy from earlier, your cheeks faintly flushed, your lips still soft and swollen from kissing him.
And then his eyes dropped.
Just sheer enough that the black bra underneath was clearly visible through the fabric.
His jaw tightened slightly.
He felt his cock jump in his pants, his body reacting before his mind could catch up. The feeling was sudden and impossible to ignore, especially with you sitting right on top of him.
He forced his gaze back up to your face.
Trying, and failing to regain even a fraction of his usual composure.
A slow, teasing smile spread across your lips.
“do you like what you see?” you asked softly.
Your fingers slid up to his jaw, gripping it lightly as you tilted his face back toward you.
Your eyes were playful, confident… almost daring him to answer.
Higuruma felt completely, dangerously out of control.
Higuruma let out a quiet scoff, though there was no real annoyance in it, only something darker, more amused.
His hand tightened slightly where it rested on your waist.
A slow smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he looked at you, eyes heavy and unreadable.
“you’re getting a little bold tonight, babydoll,” he murmured, his voice low and smooth, almost amused. His gaze didn’t leave yours for even a second.
As he said it, his other hand lifted slowly, fingers brushing lightly against your temple before he gently pushed a loose strand of your hair back behind your ear, his knuckles grazing your skin in a way that made the moment linger.
“careful…” he continued quietly. “keep looking at me like that and you might end up getting exactly the kind of attention you’re asking for.”
If anything, it sounded like a challenge.
Like he was daring you to keep pushing him.
Your fingers slid up to his tie, slowly loosening the knot with deliberate care, your eyes never leaving his face as you did it. The movement was unhurried, almost innocent if it weren’t for the way you were sitting on his lap.
Fuck, she knows exactly what she’s doing.
All evening you had been testing him, every compliment, every teasing smile, every second you’d leaned a little too close. But now it was worse. Now you were sitting on him, slowly pulling his tie loose like you had all the time in the world.
Feel the warmth of your body pressed against him, the way you shifted slightly every time you moved your hands.
His hand slid lower on your waist, fingers spreading across the small of your back, pulling you just a little closer.
Your lips curved into a faint smile.
“or what?” you asked softly.
The words came out almost playful.
But the way you said them was pure temptation.
Higuruma exhaled slowly through his nose, his eyes darkening as he watched you finish loosening the tie around his collar.
You were looking at him like you wanted him to lose control.
And the worst part was, It was working.
He studied your face for a moment, the flush on your cheeks, the sparkle in your eyes under the dim light of the living room lamp. The thin white fabric of your shirt still clung to your body, the black bra beneath it impossible to ignore.
Beautiful. Dangerous. Completely undoing him.
His thumb slowly brushed along your waist as he leaned in slightly, his voice dropping lower.
“you keep asking ‘or what,’” he said quietly, his breath warm near your lips. “like you don’t already know exactly what you’re provoking.”
His eyes flicked down for half a second, to your mouth before returning to your gaze.
“and you’re enjoying every second of it.” The faintest smirk appeared on his lips now. Because he knew. You were teasing him on purpose.
You smiled slowly before leaning closer, your lips brushing near his ear. All you whispered was a quiet, satisfied, “mhmm.” The sound was soft. Barely more than a breath.
But it hit him like a spark to dry tinder. Higuruma’s hands tightened instantly around your hips, his fingers digging in just a little as the sound of your voice so close to his ear sent a sharp rush of heat through him. The quiet hum you gave him wasn’t an answer, it was permission. A confirmation that you knew exactly what you were doing to him.
For a second he just sat there, jaw tight, his pulse pounding harder than he wanted to admit. The warmth of your body on his lap, your breath still lingering near his ear, the way you leaned into him like you belonged there.
Shit, she’s driving me insane.
You weren’t backing down. Not even a little. If anything, you leaned into him more, like you were curious to see just how far you could push him.
That was the final straw.
In one quick movement, Higuruma stood up.
His hands stayed firmly on your hips as he rose, lifting you with him so suddenly that your body bounced slightly in his hold.
You let out a small scream, the sound quickly turning into a breathy laugh as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders to steady yourself.
You knew exactly what you were getting yourself into.
You were still drunk, after all.
Your thoughts were hazy and warm, the alcohol buzzing through your veins and making everything feel lighter, easier. Normally you might have stopped to think about it, about tomorrow morning, about the awkwardness, about whether crossing this line with your courtroom rival was a terrible idea.
But right now? You didn’t care. Right now you were just enjoying yourself. Enjoying the way he looked at you. Enjoying the way his hands felt on your body. Enjoying the tension that had been building between you for months finally snapping.
All those long days in court arguing against him, watching the way he spoke, the way he carried himself so calmly, so confidently. You’d always thought he was smart. Irritatingly smart.
You’d always noticed that, even if you never said it out loud.
The sharp suits, the composed expression, the way he listened so carefully before tearing apart someone’s argument with perfect precision.
But now…now you were seeing a completely different side of him. His hands were gripping your hips like he didn’t want to let go. His eyes were darker than you’d ever seen them before. And now it looked like he was about to show you exactly what else he was capable of.
He carried you into his bedroom and laid you down on the bed. The motion wasn’t rough, but it wasn’t gentle either, there was an urgency in the way he moved, like he had been holding himself back for far too long now.
You sank into the mattress as he straightened up, loosening his tie. His eyes stayed on you while he undid the buttons of his shirt one by one, revealing warm skin and the hard lines of his chest and abs. You watched every inch of him, your gaze shameless as it traveled down his body.
A smirk tugged at your lips, your finger resting between your teeth as you admired the view.
His crotch pressed tight against his pants, the outline of his hard dick impossible to miss. The sight alone made heat spread through your stomach.
He noticed where you were looking.
A quiet, knowing smile crossed his face before he leaned down, bracing himself over you and smashing his lips into yours. The kiss was hungry, heated, and messy.
His hands moved to your hips while he kissed you deeply, his fingers slipping under the waistband of your pants. You gasped softly against his mouth as he tugged them down your legs, breaking the kiss just long enough to pull them off.
“I’m gonna make sure you get exactly what you asked for,” he murmured.
His fingers hooked into your panties and slowly dragged them down your thighs.
The second the cool air hit your exposed cunt, your breath hitched.
You were already soaking.
Your pussy glistened between your thighs, slick and warm, your folds wet and parted slightly from how aroused you were. A thin shine of wetness coated your pussy lips, and even from where he hovered above you he could see how your cunt practically throbbed with need.
He looked at you, not to your face. Your pretty cunt.
Your pussy was spread beneath him, wet and flushed, your delicate folds shining with slick. The sight made something dark flicker behind his eyes.
For a second he just stared.
His gaze softened in a way you didn’t expect, almost reverent.
“Jesus…” he muttered quietly, his voice lower now.
His eyes practically lit up as he looked at you.
His thumb brushed lightly against your inner thigh before sliding between your legs. He spread your pussy folds just slightly, watching the wetness cling and stretch.
“so fucking wet already,” he teased softly.
His thumb dragged slowly through your slick folds, gathering the wetness before gliding upward.
When his thumb finally pressed against your clit, your entire body reacted instantly.
Your eyes squeezed shut and a soft moan slipped from your lips. Your arms fell back against the bed as your fingers clenched the sheets, tugging them slightly.
Your hips shifted toward his hand without you even realizing.
That was the only thought running through your mind.
More of his touch. More of him.
Higuruma noticed immediately. A low chuckle left his throat.
“look at you,” he murmured, his voice teasing as his thumb began slow circles over your clit. “your pussy’s dripping and I’ve barely even touched you.”
Your breathing got faster, chest rising and falling while your head tilted back against the pillow.
His thumb kept moving, slow and deliberate, spreading your wetness over your clit and down your pussy again.
Every circle sent warmth curling through your stomach.
“you want it that bad?” he asked quietly.
His thumb slid down your pussy folds again, gathering more slick before pressing back against your clit.
Your hips lifted slightly off the bed, silently begging for more.
He noticed that too. His smile deepened. “say it,” he whispered, eyes dark as he watched your cunt react to every touch. “tell me how much you want me to touch this pretty pussy.”
Your eyes fluttered open, hazy and glossy as you looked up at him. For a second your gaze drifted down his arms. Strong, tense, veins running along his forearms as his hand moved between your legs. The sight alone made your cunt clench around nothing.
Your lip slipped between your teeth as he slowly rubbed your clit, his thumb moving in slow circles that made your hips twitch.
You looked back up at his face, breath shaky.
“please… Higuruma…” you whispered, your voice breaking slightly as your brows pulled together, your eyes wet with pleasure.
You wanted him more than anything. You needed to feel him, his fingers, his cock, all of it.
“fuck…” he breathed, his gaze dragging over your face, drinking in the way you looked beneath him. “you’re so fucking gorgeous.”
Then he leaned down and kissed you.
The moment your lips met, his fingers slid in, pushing two thick fingers inside your pussy. You gasped against his mouth, a muffled moan spilling into the kiss as your hands grabbed onto his arms, fingers digging lightly into the muscle there while your other hand slid behind his neck.
Your cunt tightened instantly around his fingers.
He groaned softly into your mouth as he began fingering you properly now, pushing in slowly at first, then pulling back and thrusting them into your slick pussy again. His fingers curled inside you, pressing deep against that sensitive spot that made your back arch.
Your moans grew louder against his lips.
His thumb never stopped rubbing your clit, circling it slowly, sometimes pressing harder until your thighs trembled. He spread your pussy folds with his hand, feeling the way your wetness coated his fingers every time he pushed them back inside your tight cunt.
You whimpered, biting your lip again, your eyes glossy and unfocused as your body twitched under him.
He finally pulled back from the kiss just enough to breathe, his lips hovering inches from yours while he continued to finger your pussy.
The wet sounds of it filled the room.
His eyes moved up to your face.
Your lips parted, soft moans slipping out as your chest rose and fell quickly. Your nails scratched lightly against his arms while his fingers curled inside your cunt again and again, each motion making your hips jerk.
You looked completely wrecked beneath him.
Glossy eyes. Bitten lip. Cheeks flushed.
And he couldn’t stop staring.
Higuruma watched you like he was mesmerized, his gaze hungry as he kept fucking your pussy with his fingers, his thumb still grinding slow circles on your clit.
“look at you…” he murmured, voice thick with desire.
Your pussy clenched around his fingers again, your body twitching as another moan spilled from your lips.
Loved the way your cunt tightened every time he curled his fingers. Loved the way your pussy folds glistened slick around his hand.
But most of all, he loved the way you looked beneath him, completely lost in pleasure, biting your lip, eyes glossy and desperate while he made your body shake with every slow, deep stroke of his fingers.
“uhh… fuck,” you gasped, your back arching off the bed as your arms fell helplessly to the sheets.
A hot rush twisted through your stomach, and your pussy tightened around his fingers. Your head tilted back, breath catching in your throat as the sensation rolled through you.
The movement pulled hard at your shirt. The fabric strained across your chest until one of the buttons finally snapped with a sharp pop. The front of the shirt fell open just enough to reveal the black lace of your bra, the delicate fabric pushing your breast upward.
His eyes dropped there instantly.
For a moment he just stared, caught off guard by the sudden view. If he’d thought you looked beautiful before, the sight of you now, breathless, flushed, your shirt half open, made something dark flicker in his gaze.
But his fingers never stopped moving inside your cunt.
“i’m gonna… c-cum,” you moaned, barely aware of your torn shirt as your hips lifted into his hand.
His fingers curled deeper, pressing and stroking with a rhythm that made your breath shudder. Your thighs trembled as the heat built higher and higher.
His other hand slid behind your head, cradling it gently against the bed. His thumb brushed along your cheek, slow and soft, completely opposite to the way his fingers worked between your legs.
“cum for me,” he murmured, his voice low. “please pretty girl”.
The words pushed you over the edge.
A loud moan tore from your throat as the tension snapped and pleasure rushed through you all at once. Your body shook as you spilled around his fingers, your pussy clenching tightly while wave after wave rolled through you.
He kept moving, slowly working you through it, his fingers still sliding inside you until it became too much.
You pushed weakly at his wrist. Only then did he pull away.
He looked down at his fingers, glistening with the mess you’d left behind. A small smirk curved across his lips as he lowered his hand again, spreading the slick warmth over your pussy before finally withdrawing.
He stood at the edge of the bed for a moment, pushing his pants down and letting them fall to the floor while his eyes stayed locked on you. Your body was still a little breathless, laid out across his sheets, half-naked and flushed. The sight alone made his cock twitch hard against his stomach.
He glanced down at it, thick and fully erect, already aching for you. A low groan slipped out of him as his mind filled with the thought of how your tight cunt would feel wrapped around it.
God… I can’t wait to be inside that pretty cunt.
He climbed back onto the bed, moving between your legs, his weight settling over you. Your eyes followed him the entire time, that small, teasing smile spreading across your lips. The tension between you both felt thick.
You leaned forward and pressed a slow kiss against his neck, your lips brushing his skin while your hands slid up his chest. Then you pushed him gently onto his back and swung one leg over him, straddling his hips.
Now you were the one on top.
Your eyes dropped between his legs. His cock stood up hard and heavy, thick and flushed, just waiting. You bit your lip as you stared at it.
Your hand reached down and wrapped around it, fingers curling slowly around the hot length. He inhaled sharply the second you touched him, his hips lifting slightly into your grip.
You leaned down close to his face, your breath warm against his lips as your hand slowly stroked him.
“it’s so big…” you murmured, your eyes locked with his.
A smirk spread across his face, dark and confident.
“you can take it, I'll make sure” he said quietly, his voice rough.
The words made heat rush through your stomach.
You slid down his body, your hair falling over your shoulders as you moved between his legs. Your eyes never left his face while you lowered yourself toward his dick. You parted your lips and slowly wrapped them around the tip.
“fuck- ” his head dropped back immediately, a deep groan ripping from his chest.
Your tongue slid along the sensitive head before you pulled back slightly, teasing him.
“get on it,” he breathed, lifting his head to look down at you, his jaw tense. “please… fuck, I need you on my dick.”
You laughed softly, the sound playful and dangerous.
You never would have guessed a man like him could look like this.
So composed. So controlled. Always choosing his words carefully, speaking with that calm logic that made him seem untouchable. The kind of man who never lost control of himself. And yet here he was beneath you, breathing heavier than usual, his eyes darker than you had ever seen them. Watching you like you were the only thing in the room that mattered.
You climbed back up his body again, straddling his hips. Your hand guided his cock between your thighs. The tip brushed against your wet pussy, sliding through your folds. Both of you felt it.
Your clit throbbed when the head dragged against it, slick and slippery.
He watched the way your pussy glistened around his cock, his hands moving to grip your hips.
“so fucking wet,” he muttered, his eyes dark with hunger.
Slowly, you lined the tip of his cock up with your entrance.
Your eyes met his again. For a moment neither of you moved. The tension was unbearable.
Then you slowly lowered yourself. The head pushed into your pussy, stretching you open inch by inch. Both of you moaned at the same time.
“fuck…” you gasped, your hands gripping his chest.
His fingers dug into your hips as he watched your face, completely mesmerized by the way your tight cunt swallowed his cock.
Your body dropped the rest of the way down, your wet pussy taking him completely.
A loud moan fell from your lips.
“oh my god… I can feel you… stretching my pussy,” you breathed, your voice shaking.
His jaw clenched as your cunt squeezed around him.
“yeah,” he groaned, his thumbs pressing into your hips. “that tight little cunt feels so fucking good on my dick.”
You loved hearing him lose that control with you. The way his voice dropped, rough and unguarded, sent a sharp tension through your body, making your breath catch. It was intoxicating, knowing you were the reason he sounded like that.
Your eyes stayed locked together, both of you breathing heavier now.
“you feel how wet you are?” he murmured, his voice low. “your pussy’s so slippery around my cock.”
Your hips shifted slightly, making him slide deeper inside you.
His head fell back again.
“fuck… don’t stop,” he muttered, gripping you tighter. “ride my cock… let me feel that tight pussy.”
You leaned forward until your faces were inches apart again, your breath mixing with his.
“you like how my pussy feels?… Higuruma” you whispered teasingly.
His dick jumped inside your pussy when he heard his name in your mouth. His eyes flicked down your body, watching where you were joined.
“Fuck… I fucking love it baby,” he said hoarsely, his hand sliding up to your neck as his fingers curled there, firm but not rough. His thumb brushed slowly along your cheek, grounding you as his eyes stayed locked on yours, dark and full of want.
You smiled at him, your hips rolling with a steady rhythm as you moved up and down on his cock. A soft breath slipped from your lips when you sank down, your eyes fluttering shut for a moment before opening again to meet his gaze. He watched you closely, head tilting to the, his hand coming up to cradle your cheek, thumb brushing over your skin like he couldn’t get enough of you.
He loved watching you take his cock so beautifully.
You straightened your back, shifting your pace as you began to bounce on his dick, slower at first, teasing, then deeper, letting each drop of your hips linger. Your hands pressed against his thighs for balance, your back arching in a way that pushed your tits forward, rising and falling with every movement.
His touch followed you, sliding from your cheek down the curve of your neck, over your chest, until his fingers caught the front of your shirt. With a sharp tug, the buttons snapped one after another, popping open and leaving the fabric hanging loose, barely clinging to you.
You glanced down at the ruined shirt, a small, playful pout forming on your lips, but it didn’t stop your hips. If anything, you rolled them a little harder, a little slower, letting him feel every inch of you as you kept riding his cock.
Higuruma let out a low laugh. “I’m sorry… I’ll take you shopping for a new one,” he murmured, his hands sliding up to squeeze your boobs, thumbs brushing slowly over them like he wasn’t sorry at all.
“you… better,” you breathed, your voice breaking into a soft moan as you bounced on his cock again. The stretch made your head tip back, your body shivering as you felt every inch of him. You didn’t stop, you couldn’t. Lifting your hips and dropping again, harder this time, faster, your rhythm turning desperate.
Your back arched, pressing your boobs forward into his hands as you rode him. His grip tightened on your hips, fingers digging in as he watched you fall apart on top of him. The wet sound of your pussy taking his cock filled the room, your pussy juice slick and dripping down, making every movement messier, louder.
“fuck… baby…” he groaned, jaw clenched, his head falling back for a second before snapping forward to watch you again. “You feel so- so good…”
Your breathing turned uneven, soft whines slipping out as you bounced faster, chasing the feeling building low in your stomach. “Higuruma…” you gasped, eyes squeezing shut, your body trembling.
His hands tightened, He felt himself cumming already. He tried to steady you, but you kept going.
“fuck- you gotta… s-slow-” he tried to warn, his voice strained, his control slipping.
“no…” you whimpered, shaking your head, moving even faster, your body taking over. “please… just- cum inside me… Higuruma…”
A sharp groan tore from his throat as his grip on your hips turned almost desperate, holding you down as his body gave in. You felt him tense beneath you, his cock pulsing, and it only made you ride him harder, dragging it out, refusing to let the moment pass too quickly.
He pulled you down into a rough, hungry kiss, swallowing every sound you made as your hips kept moving against him. His hands tightened on your hips, guiding you harder, deeper, until he groaned into your mouth and you felt it. His cock throbbed as he came, hot cum spilling deep inside your pussy, his hips jerking up to make sure you took all of it.
The feeling sent you over the edge. You moaned against his lips, your body trembling as your pussy clenched around his cock, riding out your own release. Your fingers twisted in the bedsheet beside him, gripping tight as wave after wave hit you.
When you finally pulled apart, a thin string of saliva stretched between your mouths. Both of you were flushed, eyes glossy, breathing uneven. You gave him a soft, satisfied smile, your eyelids heavy.
You shifted slightly, and he wrapped his arms around you, holding you close as you both came down from the intensity. His cock was still inside your pussy, his cum slowly slipping out around it as your bodies stayed pressed together.
Neither of you moved. You just lay there, tangled up in his arm, your breathing slowing… until you drifted off, falling asleep in his arms.
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:- Posted after a while 😩 lemme know if I made mistakes or was repeating myself, I wrote this like after every couple of days lol.
