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You were in your bathroom getting ready to go to the club with your friends. You wore a sparkly green mini-dress with hoop earrings and gold heels. While you finished up your makeup in the bathroom mirror, you had your best friend on speaker, the phone laid on the counter.
Her voice rang out loudly, “That bitch said to me, you won’t believe this, that my acrylics looked ‘affordable!’ What the fuck does that mean?” She was complaining about the new girl in your friend group, who everyone was starting to hate.
“She said WHAT?” you said, your glossy lips parting with a quiet pop.
“Girl I know, I was totally flabbergasted! So I asked her where she got her fake Gucci–”
Click. The front door to your apartment shut almost silently, and you knew Hiromi had finally gotten home, just finishing up with work.
“Hey, lemme catch you later tonight, Hiromi’s home,” you told your best friend.
“Ooh, Mr. Salaryman is home? Okay, talk to you later,” she said, hanging up.
The sound of dress shoes clacking on the tile rang throughout the apartment, slowly approaching the bathroom. It was easy to tell where you were – all he had to do was follow the scent of cheap perfume and shower steam.
Higuruma stopped at the bathroom door, standing in it. He looked exhausted. His suit was still perfectly in place, but there was no mistaking the slight slump of his shoulders and the dark eye bags he carried. Even so, he looked painfully handsome. “Hey,” he said simply.
“Hey yourself,” you said, your lips stretching into a smile as you stared at yourself in the mirror. “You’re home early.”
“Yeah, the case wrapped up sooner than expected…” he mumbled, scratching the back of his neck. When you were a defense attorney, a case concluding faster than normal was never good news. You knew immediately what that meant.
“Oh, honey, I’m sorry,” you frowned, putting on your mascara, the final touch to your look. You screwed the cap back on and looked at him. “Do you wanna talk about it?”
He shrugged, crossing his arms. “It’s the same every time. False accusations, lack of evidence, no reform,” he sighed, staring at the floor. Actually, you thought he was looking at the floor, but he was studying the metallic high heels you wore.
You noticed and did a little twirl, showing off your outfit. “It’s girls’ night, remember?”
“Ah, right.” His eyes travelled up your entire visage, taking in each detail of your appearance. Higuruma wasn’t a jealous man. He was logical, and he trusted you with everything he had. Instead of being insecure about a revealing outfit, he was happy to show off his confident, beautiful wife.
You turned back to the counter, picking up your Bath & Body Works perfume, about to spray on some more.
“As delicious as that smells,” he said, “I think you have enough of it on now.”
You smiled bashfully to yourself, knowing he really meant that it would be too much. “Okay, then,” you said, “I’ll just put it in my purse for later.” You set the bottle back on the counter, hovering your fingers over all of the products lined up in front of your mirror. You’d taken an everything shower, shaved, and done your makeup. You kept trying to think of what you were forgetting to do.
“Your hair,” Higuruma said, easily knowing that you forgot.
“Ah!” You leapt for your comb, putting it to your scalp and detangling the knots in your wet hair. Usually, you’d do something more elaborate, like curling or straightening it, but you were running a bit too late this time. After you finished combing out your hair, you turned to Higuruma, giving him a cheesy smile and gesturing to yourself, asking for his approval.
Higuruma leaned against the door frame, his arms crossed and eyelids lowered. “You look gorgeous, as always,” he said, his voice timbre and full of fondness. His lips were ever so slightly curved downwards as he looked at your face, admiring you.
You noticed the undertones to his words and the slight drop in his mood. “Hiromi, what’s the matter?” You pouted, standing there.
He shrugged, shaking his head and looking at the floor. “Nothing,” he lied, “I hope you have fun.” Though he obviously had more to say, he wasn’t being petty. He always put your happiness and wants first.
“C’mon,” you cooed, “tell me!”
His eyes trailed upward, stopping for a moment at your chest, before finally landing on your face. His dark sanpaku eyes bore into yours intensely. “I’d hate to be selfish,” he began, “but I’ve had a long day, and I’m craving the company of my wife tonight.”
A grin forced its way onto your face, and you were quickly flustered. It was so easy for him to do that to you, even after all this time. “Oh?” you exhaled.
He tilted his head forward so that he was staring at you through his eyebrows.
It was hard to wipe the smirk off your face. Sure, going to the club with your girlfriends was fun, but you hardly ever got the chance to spend time with Higuruma. He was always busy with work, coming home late at night. You couldn’t turn down the chance.
“Okay,” you said, not hesitating one bit, “I’ll stay home tonight.”
He smiled warmly at you, shifting his weight onto his feet so that he was standing up straight. Even when you were in heels, he was taller than you. The visual effect only intensified as he walked closer to you, placing his hand on your lower back and looking down at you. Higuruma leaned down, tilting his head to kiss you. You closed your eyes in expectation. “Are you sure?” he whispered, just as you thought he was about to put his lips on yours!
“Am I sure?” you repeated, exasperated and impatient. “Yes I’m–”
He cut you off with a kiss, pressing himself so excitedly against you that you stumbled backward. Luckily, the hand on your back steadied you, preventing you from losing your balance and falling over in your heels. He deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue into your mouth. He mumbled something about your lips tasting like strawberries and mint. He was moving so fast that you couldn’t keep up. He’d just stolen your breath, and now he was moving his head down to bite your neck, lathing his tongue over each new sore spot. He sucked purple hickies into your skin, holding you tightly.
“Hiromi,” you said, slightly concerned. It wasn’t often that he got this worked up, but you couldn’t say you disliked it. In fact, it was quite the opposite.
“I haven’t had you all week,” he groaned against your collarbone, pulling you tighter against himself. You could feel his hard dick press against your hip. “Forgive me if I’m eager.”
Well, it took no convincing to forgive him. You had absolutely no issue with it, even if everything he did surprised you. For example: when he started grinding his erection against your leg, inhaling the scent on your neck. Suddenly, he moved his hand up your back, placing it between your shoulder blades, and he bent you over the counter!
“Your ass looks great in this dress,” he said casually, rubbing his hardness against you from behind. It wasn’t like him to talk about your looks in a dirty way. Hell, it was rare for him to say anything other than ‘pretty’ or ‘beautiful.’
“That’s why I picked it out,” you laughed, moving your ass back against him.
“That so?” he asked, wrapping his left hand around your body to grab your boob through the excuse of a dress.
“Guilty as charged,” you joked, spreading your legs apart to accommodate him better.
His voice darkened. “Then I guess I’ll have to punish you, hm?” It was a funny thing, using elementary legal terms as a lawyer in a sexual manner. It was even funnier how much it turned you on. He took it further, saying, “I have to ensure you’ve learned your lesson,” as he lowered his left hand. It ran down the front of your body until it stopped at your crotch. He curled his hand and dug his fingers against the front of your panties, rubbing your clit through the fabric. You winced in pleasure and moved your hips, both to stimulate yourself and to stimulate him.
For that moment, you said nothing, not having expected the joke to have gone this far. Luckily, you were bailed out by the interruption of your phone buzzing, sounding vibrations throughout the marble counter. Higuruma just kept grinding against you.
“She texted me,” you said, glancing at your phone.
The notification read, “WYA???” Even so, Higuruma snapped his hips against you, making you soak your own underwear in arousal.
“I– wait, I should text her ba-aaack,” you said, fumbling for your phone. You held it in both hands, trying to focus on the keyboard, but Higuruma wasn’t letting up. His hand grinded against your wet panties harder; his erection pressed into your ass more insistently. He was practically giving you backshots through your clothes, humping you so urgently that you swayed forward and back.
“I think you can text her just fine,” he said quietly, startling you with the feeling of his breath in your ear. At some point, he’d leaned forward and pressed his chest to your back. Now, he licked the shell of your ear and bit it, making you squirm.
You were shocked by how audacious he was tonight. He was typically a gentle lover, but he was being rough – and you weren’t complaining. You dug your elbows into the counter, trying your best to type out a coherent message to your friend. You typed, “Soory vut I cant make it tonigt, someting came up.” You immediately cursed under your breath, knowing your friend would catch onto that. Before you could backspace and revise, though, Higuruma reached one arm around your right shoulder, pressing send.
“Hiromi!” you gasped, but he didn’t care about the protest. He suddenly grabbed your hips from behind, lifting you and flipping you around to sit you on the counter. He stood between your legs, hiking up the glittery dress around your waist. You instinctively placed your hands on his shoulders, and even if you hadn’t put on blush earlier, your face would still be bright red. Higuruma lowered himself, sitting on his knees on the bathroom floor as he leaned forward between your thighs.
“Wait, shouldn’t I take this off first?” you asked, lifting your foot to emphasize the high heels and grabbing the dress you wore.
Higuruma placed his hand on your knee, pushing your leg back down onto the counter and spreading your legs further apart. “I told you that you were gorgeous, and I meant it,” he said. He was going to fuck you with your clothes on.
“Oh my god,” you said absentmindedly, as he used one thumb to pull your panties to the side. He went in, licking a wet stripe up the length of your pussy. His tongue swirled around your clit a few times, making your hips stutter, before he moved down south. He stuck his tongue in your hole, lapping up the sticky moisture that leaked out all for him. At the same time, he moved his face back and forth, burying his nose in your folds. He lifted his head up and down so that his nose rubbed your clit while he tongue-fucked you.
“Hiromi,” you moaned, threading your fingers in his hair and ruining his slickback. He hummed against you, only making your cries louder. His grip on your knee let up, and he slid his hand up your body, wrapping his fingers around your neck whilst he ate you out. He wasn’t choking you, just touching you lightly. You felt embarrassed, but you wanted more. So, you placed your hand over his, pressing his hand against your neck more firmly – just as a suggestion.
Thankfully, he took that suggestion. His fingers and thumb gripped your throat tightly, cutting off airflow. You couldn’t say anything now, or even breathe, not that you wanted to. You only let out choked sounds of gratitude, jerking your hips closer to his face.
“You taste so good,” he talked into you, curling his tongue and pressing the tip of it hard against your walls. He dug his nose against you more fervently.
You looked down at him with drawn-up brows, overwhelmed in the best way possible. Tears pricked your eyes, threatening to fall as you neared the edge. It was good, too good! You felt dizzy, like the whole room was spinning, and all you could think about was his beautiful hawk nose being wet with your slick.
Just when you thought you’d die hanging on the edge, Higuruma flicked his gaze up to you, making eye contact while he dragged his tongue out of your hole. He moved upward, sucking on your clit instead. You zoomed in on your face, noticing that his nose was shiny, glistening, really – that was what did it. Right when you came, Higuruma released his hold on your neck. With a loud gasp, you rocked your hips against his face, whimpering and crying your mascara off.
Higuruma let out a breath against you, sucking your clit until you’d finished riding out your orgasm. He rose, towering over you while he took off his belt. As if you were one of Pavlov’s dogs, the sound of him undoing his belt buckle made you pay attention. You’d just finished, and yet your pussy ached with need still.
“You should see yourself right now,” he said, dragging his pants down and struggling to get them over his shoes, which he was in too much of a rush to remove. You cast a hand over your face, knowing there were black streaks of makeup. Maybe you looked bad? Higuruma was now bare from the waist down, still wearing his blazer and tie as he lifted his dick, aiming it at your entrance. He said, “You look rotten, dirty girl.”
That statement threw your insecurity out the window in a heartbeat. Feeling more confident, you grabbed his tie and yanked, pulling him by the neck to kiss you. He didn’t resist. Your lips melded together passionately, your breaths intermingling. He pressed his cock into you, making you scoot forward on the counter to meet him halfway.
After he started thrusting, he pulled back from the kiss, putting his forehead against yours. “You’re so wet,” he huffed, “that all for me?” His eyes burned holes into yours while he worked you open, plunging deeper into you.
“Every drop,” you replied, wrapping your arms around his back and pulling him closer, if it were possible.
Higuruma moved one hand between the both of you, rubbing your clit with his thumb while he fucked you. You could feel the pressure inside you where his dick split you open, forcing you to widen for his thick cock. He pressed on your clit like it was a button, making you pant and whine.
“You’re clenching around me,” he observed, bottoming out and grinding his tip against your cervix. It made you let out a pleasant sound. Ordinarily, it would hurt, but tonight, you couldn’t tell the difference. He moved his thumb in circles on top of your clit, sending sparks through your body. “Your brain shut off, didn’t it?” he said, staring at your face while your eyes rolled back. “You look so cute, full of my dick.”
You let out a hollow, mindless laugh at the comment. “So big,” you said, barely speaking English.
“Yeah, my cock’s big? Look at you, though, taking it so well. I’m so proud of you, baby.”
You wore a woozy smile, happy and horny. He kept pumping himself in and out of you, paying your clit special attention while he stared at you. He moved his free hand down to your hip, pulling you closer to the edge of the counter so that he could reach even deeper. He rocked himself into you, massaging your walls with his dick.
“You gonna cum for me?” he asked, tilting his head in a condescending manner. His eyes stared down into yours as you nodded. “Yeah? Gonna cum all over my big cock?” he elaborated, only making this worse for you. His thumb was absolutely bullying your clit, making your thighs twitch and close around his hips. “Where do you want my cum?” he asked.
You didn’t waste a second. “Inside,” you told him.
“Inside? You want me to get you pregnant?” he said huskily, still being sexy while actively making sure you meant it.
“Inside,” you reiterated.
“You’d look so good pregnant,” Higuruma sighed at the thought, throwing his head back. “Breasts swollen with milk, skin glowing. I have a hard enough time as it is; I don’t think I’d be able to stop fucking you.”
“I never want you to,” you told him, wrapping your legs around his waist and locking your ankles.
“Then I won’t,” he said, moving faster. He was getting close – his dick twitched inside of you, and he hurriedly rubbed his thumb over your clit, wanting you to cum at the same time. “I’ll fill you up again and again. I’ll make sure it takes. Every single night, you’ll go to sleep stuffed.”
Not only did his words make your mind cloudy with disgusting thoughts, thighs shaking with need, but they had an effect on him, too. He got off to his own ideas, and his rhythm was thrown off course.
“F-fuck!” he slurred, squeezing your hip while he came. The feeling of hot seed filling you up made your brain and clit tingle alike. You thoroughly enjoyed it, and your heightened sensitivity was quickly taken advantage of by Higuruma, as he grinded his thumb harder against your bud. Finally, you came again, milking him for all he was worth while he pumped out the rest of his orgasm.
You were both breathing hard, tired – but not too tired – from the unexpected passion. He kissed your forehead, staying where he was between your legs. “Are you alright? It wasn’t too much, was it?”
You shook your head instantly. “I’m fine, it was perfect,” you reassured him, still coming down from your high. He saw the hazy smile on your face, and his worries dissipated.
Another buzz broke your intimate moment, drawing your attention to your phone.
A new notification from your friend said, “😂🤣 What position he got you in?”
Higuruma scoffed in amusement. You laughed, turning the phone screen-down. You both looked back at each other, giggling to yourselves. You still had the whole night ahead of you.