you're haunting higuruma's mind. surprisingly he likes it.. maybe a bit too much
cw: MDNI 18+, masturbation, cursing, he's jerking it, stressed out hiromi(as always) and his vast dirty imagination
Regardless of his looks, Higuruma isn't as detached or aloof as perceived.
Those weary eyes concealed any wandering thoughts and emotions he had about all of his coworkers.
Higuruma's thoughts on you were one of his bigger withholdings behind his apathetic gaze.
He had an unnamed thing for you; his assistant.
His oh so lovely, gorgeous assistant. You and your tight pencil skirts, perfect figure, and that honeyed voice?
"Hiromi, let me take care of that for you,"
Always so sweet with him.
"I've handled the paperwork for this one, Hiromi, relax,"
Your voice echoes in his mind as Higuruma positions himself in the tub, light splashes sounding when he settles.
His black suit damp, clinging to his skin. A part of him craves to have you stuck on top of him like that— maybe fucking yourself stupid on his dick.
All while sweetly moaning his name in your silvery voice. "Haah— Hiromi, so much-"
He exhales tensely, resting his head back against the edge of the bathtub and his eyes shut. An unconventional thing that's helped him clear his head before, but it doesn't seem to be working to rid you from his mind.
You bending over his desk to catch a fallen pen, ass looking perfect.
Your smooth legs when you wore a skirt a bit shorter than your usual pencil skirt. Hips swaying with a bewitching rhythm while you sauntered over to the printer.
The way your glossy lips purse while you're concentrating on some files, with those alluring focused eyes. Or the way you smile at him, even when he's dealing with a difficult case.
Higuruma's already palming himself with one hand, beginning to unbutton his slacks with the other. You could always work him up even if you were only in his imagination.
The breathy whine he lets out is sinful— would you like how he sounds?
He can only picture it: you, cheeks hollowed out around his thick cock, pretty eyes teary when he hits the back of your throat and him; a groaning, whiny mess under you, tugging your hair to guide you up and down his spit soaked shaft. Your thighs pressed together in a desperate attempt for attention to your needy heat.
"Fuck," Higuruma breathes your name, massaging the base of his stiffened cock. "Look what you're doing to me… naughty girl."
He tightens his fist around his leaking tip, smearing his pre over the slit with his thumb, then down his length with a groan. "'S all for you," Then again. And again, until he has a good pace that leaves his knees trembling in the water.
His eyes are squeezed shut while he strokes himself, breaths coming out in shallow pants. He can see you behind his eyes, grinding over him at his desk, pussy dripping all over him with a vice grip.
"Keep going 'romi, you're almost there," your voice reverberates in his head, leading him to increase the pumping of his dick; the water in the tub sloshing around as his hips buck into his hand.
"S-shit… so close," Higuruma's head lolls back further on the tub, bottom lip between his teeth, trembling to contain himself a little longer. He ruts into his hand frantically, twisting his wrist slightly when halfway down the shaft, cock twitching in his hands.
The shockwave he feels throughout his core and lower body is pure ecstasy. With one last image of you using him to please yourself, holding him down by his chest while you rock yourself back and forth on his cock, drooling and sticky, mumbling sweet nothings into his ear.
"Look at you, Hiromi, so pent up.."
"Cum with me, please… wanna feel you.."
Higuruma's cock pulsates, jaw clenched and thighs convulsing when he finally reaches his peak, milky off-white shooting in thick spurts. On his pants, suit, and tie. He grunts, still palming his cock until it starts to soften, residue of his release all over his fingers. His cum seeps down his clothes, mixing with the water in the tub. A messy blend he made.
"…fuck." he whispers, peering down at the stains forming on his suit. The disappointment at not having you actually gasp those words in his ear is a sobering reality, so is not being able to do any aftercare together.
His hand is still fondling his deflating boner, but now he's thinking hard about you. Maybe he'll try to speak with you at work so you two can get to what his imagination worked up of you. He needs it.
a/n: stress induced psychosis + higuruma = you easing his stress...heh second smut ever- i felt like my brain was gonna split in half until i actually started writing and hit the blessed flow state happy thirsty thursday!
i think im gonna make these biweekly until just after my exams- actually let me not even promise anything bc i start new meds soon, we will see what stimulants do to my crazy ass lazy unproductive head. not like any of yall give a flying fuck
also why did heatwave get like 1.4k likes? as i am editing this again it's about to hit 1.5k??? all of you are LEWD... but thank you so much for the love <3 smh my head now i have to keep feeding you
OMG IM DONE YAPPING. I HOPE YOU ALL LIKED THIS ONE. like & comment i wanna hear your thoughts
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