#hiromi

[hunnismokah]

then i did hiromi higuruma and got shadowbanned on tiktok for it!

[busyshrimpy7749]

FINAL PROJECT CANNOT STOP ME FROM GOONING TO THIS MAN AGHHHHH!!!!!!!!!

[paunchiko]

higuruma would do anything to please you masterlist

working at a large law firm means you often work late. by your side is your secretary, higuruma. he was quiet, and soft spoken while you are loud and outspoken. from bossing him around to yelling at clients or talking aggressively to yourself, you dominate the office. he would be lying to himself if he didn’t find your dominance a turn on. you were like a princess to him, and he wants to please you in any way he can.

it was another late night. the blinds in your office were drawn shut, blocking out the empty cubicles and the stars shining over the city. it was so quiet that no one would have known there were large, hooded eyes staring up at you jerking off with your black lace panties wrapped around his dick.

“mm princess.. you’re so pretty.” he had been there for some time, stroking with slow flicks of his wrist, falling apart while waiting for your next instruction. “more princess.. i can take it.”

leaning back on your desk, you spread your legs apart, your folds catching his attention immediately. like a dog seeing a bone, he scoots closer to your open heat. he wraps his arm around your thigh, getting a better look at your pretty pussy as he desperately strokes faster. “wanna taste?”

without an answer, his tongue was hot and steady, his eyes never leaving yours. your fingers tangled in his dark hair, pressing his face close as his tongue traced slow, worshipful strokes into your wetness. the slick heat of his mouth was sinful and desperate—his nose bumping into your clit every time he tilted his head just right, making your thighs tremble.

between breaths, he murmured broken praises against you, ‘you taste so good’.. ‘you’re too good to me’.. ‘you make me feel so good’—the vibrations making you jerk against his tongue. every sound you made, he made one in return. “use me however you want, princess.” yanking him out of your thighs, whine slipped from his mouth, forcing him to look at you with blown-out pupils and spit-slick lips parted by ragged breathing. his adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, as if trying to taste you still. “lets put that nose to use, yeah?”

letting you guide him, your hand still fisted in his hair, his nose pressed into you, teasing and rubbing over his slick folds as his tongue continued to lap at you. his nostrils flared as he inhaled your scent deeply—he dragged the bridge of his nose up your slit in one slow, filthy stroke, his lips parting just enough to catch your clit gently between his teeth gently. “i’m—i’m gonna cum.. like this.. tell me i can’t.” he panted against your skin. “please.”

“course you can’t.” melting into you further, he drowned in his humiliation. “yes princess.” his eyes nearly crossed as he nodded against you, his fingers digging deeper into your thighs. his cock jerked in his grip, leaking onto the floor beneath his knees as he rutted into nothing. like a marionette pulled by its strings, he obeyed your movements. “hiro, flip me.”

as he obeyed, a loud smack echoed from your bare skin as you hit the desk. with his nose still pressed against you, now from behind, his breath was hot against your ass as he inhaled sharply. both arms slid between your thighs from behind, his fingers teasing your entrance while his nose dragged up in the crease of your ass.

his nose slid inside with a filthy wetness, the hooked curve dragging against your walls in a way that had you both seeing stars. “just like that, hiro.” clamping at your waist to hold you still as he fucked into you with shallow thrusts while his tongue swirled messily around your clit.

“i’m c-close again.” he whimpered, his voice high-pitched. He pressed his nose deeper into you, the pressure painful as your thighs clamped around his head, leaving him unable to breathe. just when it almost became too much, he pulled back once his vision started to fade—gasping for air, his lungs desperate—before thrusting his nose back in. reaching behind you, you patted his back, indicating that you were cumming soon, “princess.. please cum for me.”

his tongue came with relentless, broad, wetter strokes. "give me what i want, please," whining with nasty, sucking kisses sealed around your clit, desperately trying to satisfy you—pleasing you so, he didn't realize he had came on himself and on the floor. the moment you arched under his tongue, he broke up under you—your walls clenched around him, his tongue lapping hungrily through every pulse, desperate to wring out every last drop of pleasure from you. when he finally came to, his lips were swollen and his nose glistening with your cream.

[sukunastoenailclippings]

[fireflyschiikawa]

hiromi higuruma: delectable taste !

higuruma caresses your thumb longingly, your hand in his across the table.

knowing he’d had a long day you’d decided to cook him one of his favorite dishes, florentine pasta.

however when your husband got home despite his clear exhaustion, he insisted on having a candle light dinner so you pulled out your anniversary candles and set up the table accordingly.

now, his face is illuminated by the soft hue from the candle a contrast to his otherwise sharp features.

hiromi looks at you as if taking you in.

after a long day he craved this, your presence, long conversations and quality time with you a calming antidote to all his previous worries.

you giggle when he brings up your hand to his lips, kissing you right over the rock of a ring he’d gotten you.

“hiro, focus on eating i worked hard to cook this for you”

he sighs and nods always ready to oblige, until his eyes flick down to your lips.

he points at them, “you’ve got something”

“huh?” you bring the back of your hand up to wipe at whatever is there not paying it much mind.

he tuts, “still there” and you move to wipe at a different angle again missing the spot.

extending two fingers he motions you to lean forward and you do.

you see the split second decision cross his mind as higuruma leans forward as well. his nose bumps into your face and his tongue comes out to lick the spot next to your lips you’d had food stuck on.

realization dawning you jerk back shocked bringing your hand up to touch your face,

“did you just lick me?” your face fills with amusement.

“tastes good, love” higuruma remarks as if it’s the most natural thing in the world, to lick your wife’s face, why not? he thinks.

you laugh elated, he’s a freak your honor.

well you already knew that.

firefly; new dada alert (,,>﹏<,,) !!

[beejaws]

HAPPY FRIDAY TO HIGURUMA AND HIGURUMA ONLY 🗣️

[widowrelic]

日車 寛見 you’re halfway through annotating case notes when your phone buzzes — one sharp vibration against the dark oak table that you almost ignored because its work hours and higuruma hiromi does not text frivolously, his messages usually are clipped, extremely formal, devoid of punctuation unless necessary.

‘please revise page three, court at nine tomorrow, good work!’

so when you see his name pop up at the top of your screen, your first initial thought was ‘oh shit, I missed something’.

the attached video had your brows furrowing, thumb hovering over the play button, glasses being pushed up by your free hand and before you could even think about stopping yourself — you click..play.

you don’t even register the sound of soft — guttural groans filling the small assistant office, you honestly don’t hear the sound of knocking against the wooden door beside you.

all you see is him — your boss — higuruma hiromi, slacks unzipped, white work shirt unbuttoned, tie dangling loosely from his neck, hair disheveled — sweaty, eyes lidded, thickened hand wrapped around his veiny yet oh so flushed tip that dribbled gooey drops of pearly pre onto his fingers.

and he was big — massive but so fucking thick, god..how would it fit? you never would’ve imagined that your quiet — reserved boss would be so big, so pretty too, I mean he was gorgeous..face wise you’d already known that but now..you’re seeing him..like this..all in his glory.

and god..you didn’t even know where to look, your eyes drifted from his furrowed brows to his parted lips, your own lip falling loosely between your teeth as you sucked in a harsh breath, your pulse is blaring at you through your goosebump littered skin, face hot — flushed with some sort of deep heat, your eyes stare straight ahead at the wall of framed certificates.

this was an accident, it had to of been, right?.

the neat space that once was comfortable, a place you called a second home now felt cramped. I mean, this was your boss, the man who signed off on your work hours, the man who corrects your paperwork with surgical precision.

“f - fuck..” he groaned, hips bucking up into his fist gently, the mean squelch of his syrupy cock filled the ringing of your eardrums causing your eyes to snap back at the phone.

“god — y’feel s’good baby” he gasped out, free hand tweaking with his pebbled nipples, eyes staring dazed off into the camera.

you felt it — the fiery pulse between your legs the second you dragged your eyes up from his cock toward his eyes, your thighs rubbed together, the tight pencil skirt you wore restricting your movements but still, you found yourself letting out the sweetest — honeyed gasp of air.

you honestly couldn’t help yourself when you reached for the hem of your skirt and shimmied the fabric down your thighs and away from your heeled feet.

and you didn’t stop yourself when you lifted your feet off of the ground — placing them on the desk, sticky thighs spreading themselves apart when you’d placed two shakey fingers between your puffy pantie covered folds.

with a stifled whine your head lulled back against the soft chair, glasses fogged up with all the ragged breaths that fell from your spittle covered lips.

“fuck fuck — wish it was y’ instead” his voice — god his voice, it was literally a wet dream, he was such a sex symbol, voice was smooth — silky, sultry as he talked you or well whoever this was meant for through it.

“higuuu” you moaned out, fingers pushing your dampened panties to the side before pushing two manicured fingers past your entrance and curling them up against your sweet spot.

“shitttt — this is so unprofessional — ngh” he keened, neck strained as he fell back against his chair, the hand he had wrenched around his weeping cock fast, matching the pace of his bucking hips.

but then..you heard it, the soft beg — plea even, of your name, the name you’d heard him utter many times during brief meetings.

“oh god” you cried out, fingers moving faster inside you trying to match his rhythm, you propped your phone up against a candle that sat on your desk before leaning back — placing a finger against your puffy clit, you lazily drew circles around it.

“shit — s’close f’you baby” he panted, moving his hand directly around his tip before dropping it low around his hairy base, he continued that motion over an’ over.

“fuck — fuck! Feels s’good” you hiccuped, cock drunk and you hadn’t even gotten full of his cock, you hadn’t even seen him in person today but just the mere sight of him through a screen had you teetering closer to the edge than ever before.

“shitshitttt — m’cummin’ fuck!” he gasped, hips stuttering, his cock twitched — along with his tummy as long silky ropes of gooey cum splattered onto his sweaty chest.

that was only enough to push you past the edge as well, your thighs shook, eyes rolled back, cunt clenchedaround your fingers in rapid pulses as you let your syrupy slick gush past your knuckles and down your wrist.

with a sharp gasp you pulled away from yourself, shame engulfing your entire body before you saw his name pop up on your phone yet again but this time…

Incoming call from [boss: hiromi higuruma]

shit…

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