thinking about higuruma sending you a video of him unbuckling his belt just to tease you. suggestive drabble, fem!reader.
It’s a low shot of his abdomen, cropped just below the shoulders so you can’t quite catch the way his expression darkens, the heady look swirling in those tired eyes - just the toned column of his throat and the way he’s tugged the knot of his tie loose. His thighs spread a little as he eases back onto the desk he’s leaning on, the movement indulgent and unrushed. His hands creep into frame equally as slowly, and your eyes are glued to them in an instant - the shine of his cuff links, the veins jumping over his knuckles as thick fingers tease the buckle open nice and slow.
The video is quiet, just the sound of his steady breathing and the gentle clink of the belt, heavy metal against buttery leather. You strain your ears just to catch the way his breath hitches a little when he finally unclasps the button, then comes the teasing whir of the zipper as he drags it down achingly slow, tooth by metal tooth. The entire ordeal is a glorified strip tease - a HR report waiting to happen if the murmur of muffled cold calls in the background is anything to go by.
It cuts off just before the reveal, gifting you nothing but a passing glimpse at the bulge pressing through the dark briefs he has hidden beneath his slacks, and a slip of milky skin where his dress shirt has ridden up with the movement. He sends it alongside a simple text message: ‘I’ll be home in two hours. Show me just how patient my sweet girl can be, okay?’
