key to relieving work stress
(higuruma hiromi x fem!reader)
footsteps heavy leading up to the door. fumbling with the keys, hiromi lets out a string of curses. he never has trouble finding his keys until after a stressful shift at work. finding the right key, he shoves it in the lock and turns it quickly.
he opened the door in the same motion of taking off both his shoes and expensive blazer. shutting the door behind him and giving a mental apology to his wife for leaving the entry way a mess, he walks into his shared home.
hiromi couldn’t catch a break today; back to back meetings, each one feeling like eternity - because grown men cannot agree on a single thing. not to mention the copy machine went down for a few hours, coffee spilt on his white dress shirt, dropping his binder on the floor in front of the new interns; the list just goes on.
all on hiromi’s mind was his wife. her soft curves plagued his mind all day. he missed her hugs. he missed the way she would kiss his nose and ‘boop’ it after. he missed her laughter. but most importantly he missed her pussy.
he pictured laying down while she hovered above him. he loved her teasing, although he would never admit that to her. they’re married, so he’s sure she already knows that.
he would want to grab her thighs, but she would just swat her hand at his attempts. “‘romi, you know i didn’t say you could touch, right?”
her sweet, yet stern, commands leaving his boxers feeling tighter.
back to the present with his figure planted in front of his bedroom door loosening his tie. he hesitated. it’s late, he realized, is she even awake at this hour?
“sweetie i know it’s late-“ he paused mid-sentence in the doorway. he found his wife sitting at the edge of their bed, startled by his sudden intrusion.
her hand held a brush mid-way through her wet hair, while her favorite show - forensic files - was playing low on the tv. she had just gotten out of the shower and into a cute - and comfy - matching cat pj set. (she’s been begging hiromi to get a cat for forever now - she’s a very good conviencer).
the smell of her floral and citrus soap wafted from the bathroom that connected to their master bedroom. his shoulders relaxed after hearing a “welcome home sweetheart. how was your day?”
he walked up to her sitting frame and buried his face into her neck.
“that bad, huh?” she murmured, kissing the side of his head while running her fingers through his hair.
he groaned into her neck and pushed his weight onto her body. her back hit the middle of the made bed while hiromi’s frame was on top of her. hiromi eagerly started to kiss and nip at her neck in haste.
“easy there boy,” she laughed at his hurried and horny state.
“please honey, i need this.” kiss.
“worst day at work.” kiss.
“i’ve been thinking of you all day.” nip.
continuing to massage his head she allowed him to keep going. his desperation was cute.
she knew her husband was having a terrible day when there wasn’t a response to her usual text sent on her lunch break. he always made an effort to respond even if he had to dodge a bullet to get to his phone. she just didn’t think he would be this feral getting home.
“mmm, i’m sure you were.” she started to rub his back in comfort.
hiromi doesn’t want to stop attacking her neck and collarbone. he desperately unbuttons her nightshirt kissing along each button’s old spot on her sternum. pulling down her night shorts and panties in a swift motion, he went back to his previous spot - nipping at her collarbone.
his wife grabs his hair and slowly eases him away from her neck.
“i’m trying to speak to you mister, but it seems you’re too busy,” she lightly scolds him.
“‘m sorry,” hiromi tries to register her words, now trying to paying attention. however, his eyes averted from her own, down to her neck and the marks he left. her whole upper body littered in purple bruising and teeth marks. he leaned forward again, drawn like a moth to a flame. entranced.
“come on baby,” she pulled on his loose tie, guiding him to stare at her warm face, “lemme take off your boxers and give you some head,” she kissed his temple. “you deserve a reward for making it through today,” she lightly pushed him off of her, unbuttoning his work pants and reaching down to his blue, cotton boxers.
“no,” he moaned out in protest. “no i need you on my face. please.”
“but hiromi, i want you to relax you had such a stressful day-“
“the only way i can relax is to eat your pussy. please, i need you to suffocate me.”
she laughed, thinking he was joking, “hiromi, let’s stop with the jokes,” she pushed him down with her palm. his limbs flat and spread out on the bed.
she reached for hiromi’s boxers again, licking her lips in preparation but again stopped from his protest.
“no,” sitting up, hiromi grabbed her thighs and pulled her body towards him. “i need to eat you out. i need my mind to go numb and wander. i only want you. all i can think about is you.”
shocked for the second time tonight she complies with his request. “only on one condition,” she mentioned, raising her pointer finger up.
“anything,” hiromi stared into her eyes, love and command present in each of his irises, “name it and i will do it for you.”
“no touching me unless i say so,” she hovered over him, palm rested on his chest while her pussy was glistening with her own slick, “you got that, pretty boy?”
“yes,” he let out of a moan from eyefucking her cunt - he’s been dreaming of this moment all day. “yes, i understand. just please, i need to taste you now.”
she sat down quick, much to his surprise. hiromi thought he would have to beg a little longer like he usually does, but he’s guessing his wife is taking pity on him after his rough day today. (which he isn’t complaining about.)
a second later he began eating his well deserved meal. he licked and slurped up his wife’s pussy, drool and wetness running down his chin.
his nose was massaging her clit, nerve endings on fire from his fast pace. she let out a quick yelp of surprise when he sped up the motion.
“‘romi,” she moaned his name like a prayer, hands finding his head and guiding it slowly. her bottom half rode up and down on his long, curved nose - her favorite part of being on top.
not even caring about air, he continued. his tongue finding any place to lick, danced feverishly with no plans of stopping. he allows his head to be grabbed, fucked and used by his wife. hiromi wouldn’t want it any other way.
his hands went to grab at her hips, flexing his digits around till he found her soft flesh. squeezing and trying to guide her hips at a faster pace, she pauses.
hiromi, completely fucked out, face wet, and mind elsewhere whimpered at the loss of weight on his face. “please come back,” he pleaded, raising his hands in an attempt to bring her back. his eyes opening to see your figure hovered above him again.
“hiromi,” she started, “what did i say?”
his eyes wide and guilty said it all.
“hiromi-“ she was cut off.
“i know what i did,” hiromi mumbled, “but please i need you so bad. all i wanna do is make you cum over and over. my body craves you. my hands need to feel my wife.”
she contemplated for a second but ultimately gave in, “just this time hiromi. i’m not going to be so nice next time.”
“thank you,” hiromi kissed her thigh, “thank you,” he kissed her other thigh. his hands moving along the backs of said thighs, tracing her stretch marks and squeezing her ass.
“thank you,” he let out a final time before she sat back down, clit perfectly angled on his nose. she moved her hips faster this time, no more teasing. she knew he was eager to please her and let him be.
again, his lips placed open mouth kisses on her labia. licking, sucking, and spiting are the only movements he could muster. he was completely lost in his wife’s cunt. not daring to stop.
he took her clit into his mouth and sucked, teasingly slow. she let out a soft moan and a “just like that ‘romi…. just like that.” her hands pushing the wet hair off his sweaty forehead.
as hiromi sucked slightly faster his hips thrusted upwards, unable to control his lower half. he moaned into her pussy, the taste of it divine.
the vibrations of the gesture caused a coil in her lower abdomen to snap. he heard a faint “…‘cumming,” while her hips picked up movement. her mouth formed an ‘o’ shape, while her eyes rolled back to her skull. she hadn’t cum that hard in a while from just head alone.
hiromi, not paying attention to her recent orgasm kept going. no plans of stopping, even as his boxers were now stained a darker blue.
he really missed his wife.
a/n: ok so i finally wrote a little longer of a scene. as much as i love writing foreplay and super dominant women, i wanted to do something cute, sexy and domestic. like who doesn’t love married life with a stressed, pussy starved hiromi?
also still probs gonna write a part two with the beel fic (i love the premise sm) - but have a more dominant and cruel reader compared to the caring wife role in this one.
