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overstimulation ⸝⸝ ＃hiromi higuruma
･῾ ᵎ kinktober #09 ⋆ „you’r husband can’t stop touching you“
⊹ ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ nsfw · fem!reader · soft!dom!higu · overstim · crying · praise · creampie · tummy bulge · age gap
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Your back hit the bed with a quiet thump, and you barely had a second to catch your breath before Higuruma’s hands were on you again.
He was Gentle, and Sure. As he always was.
He always touched you like this—like a man who wasn’t just trying to fuck you, but love you with everything he had.
“Still doing okay?” he murmured, brushing your hair back with one hand as the other slid along your thigh, parting your legs again. His wedding ring glinted in the golden bedroom light, catching your eye as it always did when he touched you like this. Claimed you like this.
“I’m—” You shuddered as his fingertips grazed your slick folds. You were soaked, oversensitive, trembling. “H-hi…ug.. I—can’t—”
“You’ve already done so well for me tonight,” he said, his voice low, soft, warm. “But I think you’ve got more in you.”
You whimpered, thighs twitching, hips trying to shift away from his touch—but there was nowhere to go. He had you laid out beautifully: back to the sheets, arms limp by your head, legs spread open and trembling. He’d already made you come three times—once with his mouth, twice with his fingers—and your body was slick with sweat and the evidence of your release.
You were shaking.
And he wasn’t done.
“Higu..,” you pleaded, a broken version of his name. You reached for him without thinking, hands weak and searching. “Please—”
“I’ve got you,” he said immediately, voice firm but patient, threading his fingers through yours and pinning your hands gently above your head. His body moved between your legs, slow and heavy, warm and real.
You gasped when you felt the thick weight of his cock press against your sensitive entrance—just barely nudging in, teasing. Your whole body jolted at the touch, your overstimulated nerves firing all at once.
“I know,” he whispered, dragging his mouth across your jaw. “It’s a lot, baby. But you’re my girl. My wife. You were made to take me.”
Your breath caught at the sound of it—his voice, deep and steady, threaded with something darker. Possession and Worship, but also Need.
There had always been something about the way Higuruma loved you. He never rushed. Never lost control. He took his time—memorized you, studied you, understood every twitch, every moan, every boundary. It was the kind of intensity only someone older, more patient, more sure of himself could give. And it made your heart ache.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” he murmured, rocking his hips forward an inch. The thick head of his cock slipped inside you, spreading you open in a way that had you gasping, your back arching off the bed. “So sensitive. So perfect for me.”
“H-hurts—” you choked out. It didn’t really. Not in a bad way. It was too much, yes—but not unwelcome. It was the ache of being full, overfull. The dizzying stretch of being claimed again and again by the man who wore your ring on his finger and your pleasure in his voice.
“I know, sweetheart,” he breathed. “You’re doing so well for me. Just a little more.”
His hand tightened around your wrists, the motion tender but unrelenting as he pressed deeper, inch by inch, until he was fully inside you. Your walls fluttered helplessly around him, so sensitive you could barely breathe, your mouth falling open in a wordless cry.
“Shhh,” he whispered. “I’ve got you. I’ve always got you.”
His hips rolled forward—slow, deep—and you nearly sobbed.
You could feel everything. Every stroke. Every vein. Every unhurried thrust, dragging along your walls in slow, devastating rhythm. He fucked you like he wanted to ruin you—worship you—like this wasn’t about getting off, but giving you everything.
“You can take it,” he whispered, teeth grazing your throat. “You always do.”
You tried to reply, but the words dissolved in your mouth as he angled his hips just right—and dragged a sharp cry from your lips.
“There,” he growled, the first hint of heat curling in his voice. “Right there. My good girl. So fucking tight for me. You’re still clenching, baby.”
“Hii—please—I can’t, I can’t—!”
“You can,” he said firmly, eyes burning down at you. “You’re gonna come for me again. One more, baby. Give me one more. You can do it.”
You could barely think. Tears prickled the corners of your eyes, your legs shaking as he leaned in deeper, pressed his hand against your lower stomach.
“Feel me here?” he murmured. “You’re taking all of me. So fucking deep. Let go, baby. I’m right here.”
And you did, You shattered.
Your orgasm hit like a tidal wave, raw and overwhelming. Your vision blurred, a sob ripping from your throat as your entire body clenched around him, your release flooding out between your thighs.
Your back arched. Your hands twisted in his. You didn’t know if you were crying or moaning or begging, but Higuruma was there—pressing kisses to your neck, praising you with every breath, fucking you gently through it until your body sagged beneath him, utterly spent.
He finally groaned low in his throat, his thrusts growing erratic as he chased his own end.
“Fuck,” he growled. “You feel too good. I’m gonna fill you up, sweetheart—gonna come so deep inside you—”
You could barely process it—your mind fuzzy, body limp—but the moment he came, you felt it. The hot pulse of it inside you. The weight of him on top of you. The way he didn’t pull out immediately, instead wrapping both arms around you and holding you tight against his chest as he whispered your name like a prayer.
“You okay?” he asked softly, kissing the damp skin of your forehead.
You nodded, too drained to speak. You felt like you’d melted into the mattress—ruined and rebuilt all at once.
Higuruma pressed a few more kisses to your cheeks, your eyelids, your jaw. “You were perfect,” he murmured, brushing his knuckles across your swollen, tear-stained face. “So damn perfect.
And in the arms of your husband—older, patient, quietly intense—you finally let yourself drift into sleep, warm and full and utterly his.
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