pregnant sex with hiromi ⭐︎
higuruma hiromi hasn’t been stressed in a suspicious minute. he’s been more calm, poised, and factual as of recently. he seems… visually happier.
he’s applied for six months worth of paid leave already— that’s almost two hundred days he’s been racking up. some firm members speculate a getaway trip. others are betting that he’s being wed.
nobody truly knows why he’s planning on being absent for six months, but you certainly do. the reason being the little fury growing in your belly.
hiromi has made it his personal duty to discreetly accommodate your every need— including your heightened sex-drive. your libido has increased dramatically, resulting in you pawing at hiromi’s body every other hour because you want him to stuff you full with his cock.
that’s why you’re nestled in his lap, pussy wrapped neatly around his hard-on. your skirt is bunched around your hips, button-up top slightly undone, and belly bump creating a slight gap between your bodies. hiromi feels you squirm uneasily against his body and he squeezes your thigh in reassurance.
“stay still, sweetheart.” he whispers, hand moving up to stroke your back while he fills out documents. “you don’t want me to mess up and lose another case, right?” hiromi’s thankful you can’t see his face right now. gritted teeth, temples pulsing, and eyes narrowing in an attempt to stay focused.
“n-no, sir—“ you breathe shakily. your head’s tucked in the crook of his neck to avoid the embarrassment of your overly needy body. “i just want you to m-move…”
your body aches for action from hiromi’s cock. it’s simply shoved in your needy cunt, veins firm against your g-spot.
hiromi sighs and continues to draw mindless patterns on your much smaller frame. “but what about our little baby, honey?” he knows how to push you buttons— you can’t bear hurting such an innocent little thing. “you don’t want to hurt them, do you?”
“won’t hurt them… just be gentle—“ you muster weakly. you let out a small gasp when hiromi delivers a small flick to your perky clit. “higuuu, please— i’ll die without your cock..!” that does it.
hiromi drops his pen and makes you face him. there’s a ravenous look across his face, a product of all his built-up lust. he’s careful of the little bump when he splays his hand across your tummy. you hold onto his shoulders when he slightly lifts you and slams you down mercilessly on his cock.
you’re bouncing up and down his dick, faint breaths of ah! ah! ah! leaving your lips. "hiromiiii...!" you moan into the spacious office room. the sinful sounds of skin against skin accompany your sweet sounds, something hiromi delights in.
god, you're the most perfect little thing.
needy, pliant, obedient, and carrying his baby. hiromi halts his actions and runs his thumb against your protruding stomach. you let out a needy whine which causes his cock to twitch against your tight, warm walls.
"tell the little one to buckle up." hiromi says, grounding your hips on his lap.
"mommy and daddy are a little... restless right now."
sorry this one's short, had to cut it down. i'll make a part three :)
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