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"Clean this shit up. I got to go handle some things in the office." Your husband says as he puts on his suit and tie. Leaving you cold and naked in bed. "But I didn't get to finish." You pout.
Your husband laughs, "You never do. A woman's purpose in life is to satisfy men. Nothing more, nothing less."
And with that, he leaves, his cum all over the lower part of your body. Left unsatisfied and sad. But it was just a small price to pay for being married, right? Your father and a good friend of his and they arranged the marriage. Your husband was the heir to a big-shot company, and what sells these days is a happy family. A wife and... kids.
The thought made your stomach twist.
At this point in your life, you'd always imagined waiting. Building love first. Growing into parenthood with someone who actually wanted you. But your father-in-law's constant comments about grandchildren had become impossible to ignore, and every passing week only increased the pressure.
So, night after night, you endured the same cold routine, letting your husband take what he wanted before rolling away like you were nothing more than another obligation on his schedule. No tenderness, no romance, no care.
You had tried—God, you tried. Home cooked breakfasts before his early meetings. Sweet notes tucked into his briefcase. Pretty little outfits chosen carefully, hoping he'd notice, hoping he'd see you. Hoping for some spark. Anything. But it always amounted to the same thing. Nothing. Because he didn't care.
He didn't even look back at you. The bedroom door stood open, cool morning air slipping in while you remained tangled in the sheets bare, cold, and aching in ways that had nothing to do with your body.
You stared at the ceiling for a long moment, numb, fighting the sting behind your eyes. The mess he left behind only made the emptiness worse—a humiliating reminder of what intimacy in this marriage had become.
One-sided. Mechanical. Hollow. But this was marriage, wasn't it? At least, that was what everyone around you seemed to believe.
The decision came three nights later.
Your husband was seated at the long dining table, eyes fixed on the glow of his laptop while the dinner you had spent an hour preparing went cold between the two of you. He hadn't touched it. He rarely did. You twisted your fingers together beneath the table, nerves tightening in your stomach.
"I think we should try marriage counseling." You blurt out finally mustering up the courage to speak. The sound of typing stopped. Slowly, your husband looked up. For a moment, the silence stretched so long you thought he might laugh in your face.
Instead, he leaned back in his chair, expression unreadable. "Counseling?"
You swallowed. "We barely talk anymore. We barely..." Your voice faltered. "I just want us to connect. I hate feeling this way."
His eyes narrowed slightly, studying you in a way that made your skin prickle. Then, unexpectedly, he smirked. "Fine."
The answer came so easily it caught you off guard. "Really?"
He shut his laptop with a quiet click and stood, grabbing his glass of whiskey. "If it'll stop you from being up my ass, then sure."
The words stung, but you clung to the yes anyway. It was something. Maybe this could work. Maybe this could be the thing that finally changed everything. A week later, you found yourself sitting in one of the tallest buildings downtown.
The company name gleamed in silver across the marble wall behind the receptionist desk. Your husband had scoffed when he learned the counselor was also the CEO of one of the most feared corporate law firms in the city. "Who the hell moonlights as a marriage therapist?"
But when the counselor stepped into the waiting room, the answer somehow made perfect sense. He carried himself with the same sharp precision as the building around him. Dark suit tailored to perfection. Hair slightly tousled in a way that somehow still looked deliberate. Eyes sharp enough to make you feel like every thought in your head had already been read and filed away.
"Mr. and Mrs. —," he said smoothly, offering his hand first to your husband, then to you. His palm was warm. Steady. Professional. But when his gaze lingered on your face for a second too long, something in your chest shifted.
"Hiromi Higuruma nice to meet you both, please this way."
His office was quieter than the rest of the building. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the city, sunlight spilling over bookshelves lined with legal volumes and psychology texts alike. Higuruma took his seat across from the two of you, notepad resting on his knee.
"Why don't we start with why you're here?"
Your husband sighed dramatically, crossing one leg over the other. "I don't know what the fuck is wrong with her. She drags and mopes around the house all depressed and shit for no reason."
Higuruma's eyes moved to you.
"And do you?" Your throat tightened. "No, I just- want to feel loved, I guess? He doesn't care." you admitted softly.
Your husband scoffed. "I work twelve-hour days running a company. I provide everything she could ever want."
"Materially," Higuruma said. The calmness in his voice was almost surgical.
Your husband's jaw ticked. "What exactly is this supposed to mean?"
Higuruma leaned back in his chair, expression unreadable. "It means your wife is asking for emotional intimacy, and your response is to list your financial contributions."
Silence. Heavy. Sharp. Your husband's face darkened. "She's dramatic."
Your heart sank, but before you could speak, Higuruma's voice cut cleanly through the room. "No," he said, eyes narrowing slightly. "She's lonely." The words hit harder than they should have.
Because it was the first time anyone had said it out loud. The first time anyone had looked at you and seen it.
Your husband stood so abruptly the chair legs screeched against the floor. "This is bullshit." He pointed at Higuruma, fury flashing in his expression. "You're supposed to be fixing her, not taking her side."
Higuruma didn't move. "If you believe your wife is the sole issue in this marriage, then you've already proven my point." That was it. With a bitter curse, your husband stormed toward the door, yanking it open hard enough for it to slam against the wall before disappearing down the hall.
The office fell into silence. Your breathing felt uneven. Embarrassment burned hot beneath your skin. "I'm sorry," you whispered.
Higuruma set his notepad down. "For what?"
Your brows pulled together. "For... this. For wasting your time."
His gaze softened in a way that made your pulse skip. "This wasn't a waste." He reached into his desk drawer and pulled out a sleek black business card, sliding it across the desk toward you. He wrote his personal number neatly on the back.
"You can come alone," he said quietly.
Your fingers trembled slightly as you picked it up. "I don't know if that's appropriate."
His expression didn't change, but there was something heavier in his eyes now. "Sometimes," he said, voice low and deliberate, "the healthiest thing a person can do is seek clarity without the person who keeps clouding it."
Your breath caught.
"If you decide you want that," he added, "text me." And that was all.
The card stayed hidden in the drawer of your nightstand. You told yourself that was safer. If it was out of sight, maybe it would stay out of mind. But every night, after another dinner eaten in silence and another cold goodnight from the man who was supposed to be your husband, your thoughts drifted back to it.
To him. To the way Higuruma had looked at you not with pity but understanding. Like your loneliness had been obvious the second you stepped into his office.
For six days, you resisted. On the seventh, your husband didn't come home until after midnight. No call. No text. No explanation. You sat alone on the edge of the bed in one of the silk nightgowns you'd bought hoping he'd notice, phone clutched tightly in your hand.
Before you could lose your nerve, you opened the drawer, pulled out the card, and typed in the number. Your fingers hovered over the screen. Then finally—
Y/n: Hi. It's Y/n. I hope I'm not bothering you.
The typing bubble appeared almost instantly.
Higuruma: You're not.
Your heart stumbled. You stared at the message, suddenly hyperaware of the quiet in your room.
Y/n: I wasn't sure if I should text.
Three dots.
Higuruma: And yet you did.
You curled deeper into the blankets.
Y/n: Is it bad that I just want someone to talk to?
His reply came immediately.
Higuruma: No. It's human.
A shaky breath left you. No one had ever made your needs feel so simple. So valid.
Higuruma: Come by tomorrow evening after six. We'll talk properly.
Your pulse quickened.
Y/n: Alone?
Higuruma: Yes.
There was a pause before the next message appeared.
Higuruma: Unless that makes you uncomfortable.
Your fingers moved before your mind could catch up.
Y/n: No. It doesn't.
The typing bubble appeared again.
Higuruma: Good.
The single word shouldn't have made your stomach flip. But it did. The next evening, the city skyline glowed gold beyond the towering windows of Higuruma's office. The receptionist was gone for the night, the floor nearly empty except for the faint hum of distant printers and quiet footsteps somewhere down the hall.
It felt more private. More intimate. When Higuruma opened his office door for you, he was missing the suit jacket this time. His white dress shirt was rolled neatly to his forearms, tie loosened just enough to make him look less like a CEO and more like a man who had been working too hard.
And somehow that made him worse. Or better. You weren't sure. "Come in," he said, voice lower in the quiet office. You stepped inside, smoothing your skirt nervously before sitting on the leather couch instead of the formal chair from last time.
His eyes flickered to the choice. Interesting. He sat across from you, one arm draped over the back of his chair. "How have things been since the session?"
A bitter laugh escaped you. "The same."
His expression sharpened. "He still ignores you."
It wasn't a question. You looked down at your hands. "Yes."
"Has he apologized?" Your silence answered for you. Higuruma exhaled slowly through his nose, jaw tightening for the first time. Then his voice softened. "And how are you handling that?"
The question hit differently than when anyone else asked. Friends asked for gossip. Family asked to keep up appearances. But Higuruma asked like the answer actually mattered.
Your throat tightened. "I don't know," you admitted. "I feel stupid."
His brows furrowed. "For wanting affection from your husband?"
You nodded weakly. He leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees, eyes fixed entirely on you. "Don't do that."
Your gaze lifted. "Don't reduce your needs into something shameful just because someone else failed to meet them."
The words wrapped around something fragile inside your chest. You stared at him, breath caught. No one had ever defended your feelings like this. No one had ever spoken to you like you deserved gentleness.
Higuruma held your gaze for a long moment, and the room suddenly felt smaller. Warmer. The city lights spilled across the floor between you. "You've spent so long trying to be what everyone else needs," he said quietly, "that I don't think anyone's asked what you want."
The question settled heavy in the air. What did you want? A marriage that felt real. A touch that wasn't selfish. Someone who listened. Someone who saw you. Your lips parted, but the answer got stuck in your throat because Higuruma was already looking at you like he already knew.
Like he could read every lonely thought you'd been too afraid to say aloud. And suddenly the silence between the two of you didn't feel clinical anymore. It felt charged. Dangerously personal. By the time your session ended, the city outside had dissolved into rain.
Heavy drops streaked down the towering windows of Higuruma's office, turning the skyline into blurred gold and silver smears of light. You hadn't realized how late it had gotten. The office floor was almost completely empty now, the usual buzz of assistants and phones replaced by a soft, distant silence.
You stood, smoothing your skirt with shaky fingers. "Thank you," you said quietly.
Higuruma rose from his chair, watching you with that same unreadable expression that always made you feel like he was seeing far more than you said. "For listening."
His gaze softened. "You shouldn't have to thank someone for doing the bare minimum."
The words made your chest ache. Because that was exactly what your marriage had trained you to do be grateful for scraps. A tiny nod was all you could manage. When you turned toward the door, the sound of thunder rolled faintly outside.
You paused. "I didn't bring an umbrella."
Higuruma glanced toward the rain-slick windows, then reached for the coat draped over the back of his chair.
"I'll walk you."
Your pulse skipped. "You don't have to."
"I know." His answer was immediate. Simple. Like the decision had never been optional. The elevator ride down was quiet. Too quiet.
The kind of silence that made every tiny thing feel louder—the hum of the elevator cables, the faint rustle of his coat sleeve when his arm brushed yours, your own heartbeat drumming nervously in your ears.
When the doors opened into the lobby, the storm had only gotten worse. Rain hammered against the glass doors in relentless sheets. Higuruma stepped closer, opening the umbrella with a sharp click before holding it above both of you.
"Come on."
The walk to your car was short. It still felt endless. The scent of rain mixed with his cologne, something clean and expensive and unmistakably him. The warmth of his shoulder brushed yours every few steps, close enough to make your skin prickle.
You shouldn't have noticed. But you did. When you finally reached your car, you stopped beneath the umbrella, fingers tightening around your keys. Neither of you moved. Rain poured around the edges of the umbrella, cocooning the two of you in your own quiet little world.
"You're shaking." His voice was low. Gentle. You hadn't even realized. The truth hit you all at once. The loneliness. The humiliation. The exhaustion of pretending everything was fine. Your vision blurred before you could stop it.
"I'm trying so hard," you whispered, voice breaking. "I keep trying to be what he wants and it's never enough."
The first tear slipped free. Then another. Your shoulders trembled. And before you could turn away in embarrassment, Higuruma reached out. His hand settled lightly against your wrist. Warm. Steady. Everything in you froze. It was such a small touch. Barely anything. But it felt more intimate than anything your husband had done in months.
Maybe years. Higuruma's thumb brushed softly against your skin, grounding you. "Look at me."
Your breath caught as your eyes lifted to his. Rain pattered softly overhead, distant thunder humming through the night. His expression had changed. Still composed. Still careful. But something deeper lived in his gaze now.
Something that made your pulse stutter. "You are not hard to love," he said quietly. The words shattered something inside you. A sob caught in your throat before you could stop it. Because that was it, wasn't it? The fear that maybe you were asking for too much. That maybe you were too needy. Too emotional. And here Higuruma was, standing in the rain, looking at you like the answer had always been obvious.
His hand tightened just slightly around your wrist. "Your husband's inability to care for you properly is not a reflection of your worth."
Your breathing turned uneven. "Higuruma..." His name slipped from your lips softer than intended.
His eyes flickered to your mouth for the briefest moment. The air shifted. The rain suddenly sounded louder. Neither of you moved. Not closer. Not away. Just suspended in the ache of the moment, balanced on the edge of something dangerous.
His fingers slowly loosened from your wrist, trailing down until his hand brushed yours. A choice. One he was leaving entirely up to you. And without thinking, your fingers curled around his. The contact sent warmth racing up your arm. Higuruma's gaze darkened, not with hunger, but with restraint.
The kind that said he had already crossed this line a thousand times in his head and hated himself for how badly he wanted to step over it now. "You should go home," he said softly. And so, you went.
The moment you stepped into your house, the silence swallowed you whole. It was too quiet. Too cold. Too much space for your thoughts to wander back to him.
Back to the way Higuruma's fingers had wrapped around your wrist in the rain. The steadiness in his voice. The unbearable gentleness in the way he had looked at you like you were something fragile and worth protecting.
You shut the front door behind you and leaned against it, your pulse still unsteady. This was wrong. Every part of it. You were married. No matter how hollow your marriage felt, no matter how invisible your husband made you feel, the guilt still settled deep in your chest.
You shouldn't be thinking about another man. Especially not him. And yet the second you closed your eyes, it was Higuruma you saw. His loosened tie. His rolled sleeves. The low timbre of his voice saying things no one had ever said to you before.
By the time you climbed into bed that night, your mind was still tangled around him. You turned onto your side. Then your back. Then your stomach. Nothing helped. Every time you tried to force yourself to think of anything else, your thoughts drifted right back to his office, his voice, the warmth of his touch.
The guilt only made it worse. Because deep down, you knew these weren't thoughts you should be having. Not about your therapist. Not about a man who had seen every crack in your marriage and every lonely part of you. Still, by morning, the ache to see him again had only grown. You stared at your phone for almost ten minutes before finally giving in.
Y/n: Can I meet with you again?
His reply came quickly.
Higuruma: Tomorrow evening. My office.
The next evening, the city was dipped in soft gold light by the time you stepped into Higuruma's office. He was already waiting. Suit jacket gone. Tie loosened. Sleeves rolled to his forearms. He looked less like the terrifying CEO everyone feared and more like a man who had stayed late just for you.
That thought alone sent heat crawling up your neck. "You came," he said, his voice low in the quiet room.
You nodded, suddenly nervous. He motioned for you to sit, and this time he chose the couch beside you instead of the chair across the room.
The closeness made your heartbeat quicken. For a long moment, he simply studied you. Then he asked, calm and direct:
"How is your intimacy life with your husband?"
The question made your stomach tighten. You looked down at your hands. "It's..." you hesitated, shame creeping into your voice. "It's not good."
Higuruma stayed silent, letting you continue.
"He only ever thinks about himself," you admitted softly. "He doesn't care if I'm satisfied. He never really has."
The confession hung heavy in the room. You expected embarrassment. Judgment. Instead, Higuruma's expression only sharpened with understanding. "You're touch deprived," he said.
The words made your breath catch. Your lips parted slightly. "I didn't realize it was that obvious."
"To me, yes," he said evenly.
His voice lowered, more careful now. "When a person goes that long without being touched with care, it starts to affect them emotionally. Mentally. Even physically."
Your chest tightened. Because that was exactly how it felt. Like your body had forgotten what tenderness was supposed to be. Higuruma turned toward you slightly, his gaze never leaving yours. "If you want," he said, voice calm and deliberate, "I could do that for you."
The room fell silent. Your pulse roared in your ears. You stared at him, unsure if you had heard him right. He didn't rush to fill the silence. Didn't pressure you. He simply let the offer sit there between you. Safe and tempting.
"I..." your throat tightened. "I don't know."
For the first time, Higuruma leaned back and gave you space. "Think about it."
Your eyes lifted to his.
"Don't text me till you know what you want."
.
.
Days turned into weeks. And still, you didn't text him. Not because you stopped thinking about him. Because it was the opposite. He was all you could think about. At breakfast, your husband barely looking up from his phone. In bed at night, staring at the empty darkness.
In the shower, remembering the warmth of Higuruma's hand and the way his voice always made you feel understood. The guilt never left. But it was losing. Slowly. Because now that the idea had been planted, it refused to let you go.
What would it feel like to be touched with care? To be touched because someone wanted you to feel good? To be seen? Weeks later, after another silent dinner and another lonely night, your restraint finally snapped. Your fingers trembled as you opened your phone.
Y/n: I know what I want.
The response was immediate.
Higuruma: My office. 6 o'clock.
And just like that, the line you had spent weeks trying not to cross was suddenly right in front of you. The entire drive there, your hands trembled on the steering wheel. Every red light gave you one more chance to turn around.
One more chance to go home, crawl into the cold bed beside your husband, and pretend the last few weeks hadn't happened. Pretend Higuruma's voice didn't live in your head. Pretend your body didn't ache with the memory of being understood. But somehow, every road still led you downtown. To him.
By the time the elevator doors opened onto the nearly empty executive floor, your pulse was pounding so hard it felt impossible to breathe. His receptionist was gone. The hallway lights were dimmer than usual, casting the silver logo in a soft glow.
At the very end of the corridor, his office door stood slightly open. Like he had been expecting you. He had. You knocked once anyway. "Come in." His voice rolled through the quiet like thunder.
When you stepped inside, Higuruma was standing near the window, the city lights stretching behind him in glittering gold lines. No jacket. Sleeves rolled. Tie gone completely this time. His expression gave away nothing, but his eyes dropped to you the second the door clicked shut.
"Y/n."
The words were low. Certain. Like he had never doubted it. The sound of your name rolled off his tongue like sweet honey. Your throat felt dry. "I thought about it."
His gaze sharpened. "And?" The room suddenly felt smaller. Warmer. You swallowed hard.
"I want to know what it feels like." For the first time, something softened in his face. Not triumph. Not hunger. Something almost gentler.
He crossed the room slowly, stopping close enough for your breath to catch but not close enough to touch. "What exactly do you want to feel?" he asked quietly teasing.
The question made your face warm. You inhaled and stared deep into his eyes as you said, "Can you touch me please?" In a sweet tone with lustful eyes.
Higuruma nodded and let out a hum. For a moment, he just looked at you. Like the honesty of it mattered more than anything else. Then Higuruma gave a slow nod while walking to his desk. "Okay."
One word. Simple. "Come to me." He beckoned patting the spot on his desk. Immediately you listened and he slid you up on top his desk hiking your skirt up in the process. He lifted his hand but paused just before touching you.
Giving you time. A choice. Your entire body reacted to how patient he was. To how he waited for every tiny sign that you were okay. "Tell me if you want me to stop," he said, voice low and calm.
You shook your head.
His thumb traced your bottom lip slow a touch so soft it made your eyes sting unexpectedly. Higuruma stepped a little closer. Close enough now that the clean scent of his cologne wrapped around you. He pecked the side of your cheek close to your mouth before dropping to his knees.
He knelt between your legs, fingers moving to hook around your panties and pulled them off with exquisite patience, his eyes never leaving yours. "Tell me if it's too much, kay?" he whispered in which you nodded in response.
As he bent forward, his lips brushed the soft, sensitive skin of your inner thigh. You felt his breath there, warm and humid. Your fingers threaded through his hair without even thinking. He licked once through your folds, and your back arched pushing yourself closer to him. "How does that feel?" He mumbles. The question almost broke you.
"Good," you whispered, voice trembling. "Really good."
His eyes held yours. And he hums satisfied with your answer.
His hands cradled your thighs as he mapped you with his mouth, his tongue leaving trails of devotion along the mound and creases of your sex. He kissed your swollen clit, languishing in the beautiful sounds you were clearly trying to hold back.
When you were soaked and quivering a shaky breath escaped you. No one had ever touched you like this. Like you were something to be handled carefully. Something precious. When you opened your eyes, Higuruma was watching each reaction and every breath you took.
His hunger only grew, watching as you attempted to buck your hips into his face. It was almost cute, especially with how wet you were, and he barley even did anything. He eagerly started to lap up your pussy like he was starving.
Higuruma's tongue left nothing untouched, dragging his tongue from between the bottom of your inner labia to the top, brushing over your clit and giving it extra special attention before dragging his tongue back down.
"F-fuc~" Your words were cut short by a long, breathy moan. Your thighs tried to clamp shut around his face, but Hiromi wouldn't allow that, holding your thighs down onto the desk, even harder this time, hard enough to leave you sore.
He quickly grew tired of just appetizing you, quickly sinking further down into your heat, sticking his tongue past your entrance and letting it slide against your slick walls, taking in everything he could. "Mmh taste so fucking good." He mumbled against your heat.
Now, you were screaming in pleasure, and Higuruma had barely even started. It felt so good, his big nose rubbing up against your clit, his lips sucking your opening as his tongue was shoved down as far inside of you as it could go, moving his head back and forth as he shoved his tongue in and out. "F-feels so good! Oh God- Hiro-"
Your legs spasmed as you started to get close, to which Higuruma moved one of his hands down with his mouth, moving two of his fingers in and out of your tight cunt and down into your abused pussy. Higuruma's fingers were so thick and long, scissoring you open as he let his lips move up to your clit, sucking on it aggressively as his tongue swirled around the small bud, which only further blossomed from each touch.
You were so overwhelmed with pleasure you could only grab Higuruma by the hair, trying to pull him away instinctively from the brutality of overstimulation your clit was receiving, but it was no use, no matter what you did, he wasn't about to let his meal run away, especially not when he wasn't even close to being satisfied.
Your whole body was shaking as you came all over his mouth, grinding your hips against his face as you screamed out his name.
As you come down from your high, he gets up humming in satisfaction. Wiping his mouth and pushing the remainder of your mess in his mouth. "Fuck." He lets out a low groan. Your eyes trail to the mess you left on his dress shirt all the way down to the VERY prominent bulge in his pants.
Your hands reach down but before you could touch, he grabs your hand and kisses the back of it. "Don't worry about me darling, just wanted to please you." He pecks up your arm.
"But-" Your phone ringing cuts you off before you can say anything. It was your husband. You glance at Higuruma to see if it was ok and he nods. "Hi honey." Your voice was still a little shaky from the previous event that occurred.
"Where the fuck are you Y/n? I come home and there's no food on the table, what kind of wife are you?"
"O-oh I'm at-" Higuruma puts his finger to his lip signaling you not to tell your husband your actual location. "-the grocery store getting groceries."
"Well get home now. I had a long day at work and I'm fucking hungry."
He hangs up on you, and you sigh. It was crazy how fast reality can slap you in the face. Warm hands rubbing on your thighs interrupt your thoughts. "You shouldn't let him talk to you that way."
"I know. But he's my husband."
His hands start to lightly squeeze the flesh on your thigh, "Still doesn't give him the right." His hands run up your body and find their way to your neck. "don't like how he talks to you." He mumbles squeezing and you have to bite back a moan.
"I should get going before he calls again. Now I actually have to go to the grocery store." You nervously laugh.
"Mm." Was all he said as he let go. You hop of his desk and shimmy your skirt back down.
"Come back to me tomorrow." He says and all you do is smile and nod in return.
And with that you left. The guilt hit you like a train. Even though he treated you bad you still cared for him in your own fucked up way.
So why was it that every day after that you found yourself at Higuruma's office at 6 o'clock spread pretty for him on his desk.
A month has passed since your first meeting, and he showed you all the different things he could do with his long fingers and tongue. But you wanted more, craved more, your body ached for something different. It's been a month and he's never kissed you once.
It was starting to make you self-conscious. There was a strong possibility that he could be doing the same thing with his other clients and that made you feel some type of way. Yes, he didn't owe you anything, but you couldn't help it.
So, you took the immature route and ghosted him. The silence was unbearable. No 6 o'clock elevator rides. No dim office lights. No Higuruma waiting by his desk with those sharp eyes that always seemed to know exactly what you needed before you said it.
You had expected relief.
Instead, every hour without him felt wrong.
Your husband had left for a three-day business trip that morning, barely sparing you a glance as he grabbed his suitcase and barked something about keeping the house presentable before disappearing out the front door.
By evening, the house was too quiet. You stood in the kitchen, absentmindedly stirring tea you had no intention of drinking, your thoughts spiraling back to the same thing they always did. Why hadn't he kissed you? A whole month of his hands, his mouth, his patience, his care. But never your lips. The thought gnawed at every insecurity you'd been trying to bury.
Maybe he didn't want you like that. Maybe this was just what he did. Some side arrangement with lonely clients who needed more than therapy. The sharp sound of the doorbell cut through your thoughts. Your brows furrowed. No one visited this late. You moved toward the door slowly, peeking through the glass pane first—and froze.
Higuruma. Dark overcoat. Damp hair as if he had just got out of the shower. One hand in his pocket, the other relaxed at his side like showing up at your house was the most natural thing in the world.
Your heart slammed against your ribs as you opened the door. "Higuruma?"
His eyes flicked over your face, taking in your surprise, your tank slipping off one shoulder, the bare legs. For the first time since meeting him, he looked almost... unsettled.
"Why did you stop seeing me?" Your breath caught at the quiet accusation in his tone.
You crossed your arms over yourself, more to steady your nerves than anything. "How did you even find my address?"
His gaze didn't leave yours. "It's in the client files," he said evenly. "You and your husband filled it out at your first appointment."
The answer was simple. Practical. And somehow it still made your pulse race. Then his voice dropped lower. "I miss you."
The confession hit harder than it should have. Your throat tightened. You looked away first, unable to handle the way he was staring at you. "You probably say that to all your clients." The words came out quieter than intended. More vulnerable. More bitter. For the first time, something in Higuruma's expression sharpened.
He stepped closer, just enough for the warmth of him to slip through the cold night air. "No."
The single word was firm. Certain. His eyes locked onto yours, intense enough to steal your breath. "I haven't done any of this with my other clients." The world seemed to still around you. The rain. The hallway light. The nervous beat of your heart.
All of it drowned beneath the weight of what he had just admitted. "You're different," he said, voice lower now. "Do you really think I'd be standing at your front door after midnight if you weren't? I need you Y/n. Please."
The vulnerability in his tone shook you more than any touch ever had. Because Higuruma never sounded uncertain. Never looked affected. And yet here he was, on your doorstep, looking at you like ghosting him had unsettled him more than he wanted to admit.
Your fingers tightened around the edge of the door. "But.....- no nevermind."
His gaze softened. "Speak."
You swallowed. The command going straight to the already growing leaking mess in between your legs. "A month," you whispered. "And you never kissed me." The confession sat raw between you. Higuruma went still. Then, slowly, his hand lifted—not touching, just brushing a damp strand of hair away from his forehead as if grounding himself.
"I didn't kiss you," he said carefully, "because I knew if I did, I wouldn't stop at one." The words sent heat rushing through your entire body.
His eyes dropped to your mouth for the first time that night before dragging back up to meet your gaze. "That was the line I was trying not to cross."
Your breath caught. Because suddenly it wasn't rejection. It was restraint. Restraint that looked dangerously close to snapping. And with your husband miles away, the house silent, and Higuruma standing in your doorway looking at you like this— the tension suddenly felt unbearable. A small smile grows on your face, "I think we're well past a crossed line Hiro."
You step to the side and allow him to enter your house. "I'll do anything for you Y/n. Just tell me. These days without you have been hell."
You inhaled and stared deep into his eyes as you said, "Can you take care of me please?" In a sweet tone with lustful eyes. Instead of responding, you just sighed at his lips being crashed onto yours. His lips smoothly moving against yours and both of your body temperatures rising.
His hand unwrapping from your neck and going to the middle of your back. The both of you tilting your heads to get a better angle and shove your tongues deeper inside one another's mouths.
Tingles running's throughout you as his hand crept from your back, to over your ass. You smiled at him gripping and caressing it with his thumb. His hands went farther down to the back of your thigh and tapped it to signal for you to jump.
After doing a little jump, your legs rested by his waist and your arms wrapped around the back of his neck. "Room?" he says in between breaths.
"Second floor third door on the right." Higuruma gripped under your thighs roughly and felt you tangle your nails into his soft hair as he carried you up the steps without ever breaking the kiss.
He opened one of the bedroom doors with one hand and closed it behind him with his foot. Quietly groaning as he heard you starting to let out muffled moans into his mouth.
You felt yourself being placed down onto soft carpet and you being pushed back against the wall.
Whimpering at him biting down on your bottom lip before he fully pulled away. You licked your lips and felt nervous at his eyes looking into yours as his fingers tugged on the ends of your tank top. You nodded your head faintly and watched his eyes avert down while he began to slowly lift your shirt.
Fully pulling it over your head, he let it fall to the floor. You smiled a little at him just staring down into your cleavage and your lace bra. You felt goosebumps from the feeling of his cold rings gliding down your waist from his fingertips hooking around the waistband of your shorts.
Closing your eyes from him planting a long kiss on your forehead and the feeling of your shorts dropping down to your ankles. You stepped out of them and kicked them to the side while Higuruma's lips pulled away from coming in contact with your forehead.
Your tongue swiping over your lips as Higuruma began to pull off his clothes. Abs, chest, all exposed and uncovered from that coat that hid all of the things about this man.
The moon light shines into the room. The lighting just making the both of you more turned on while you took the time to take in each other's bodies.
Your eyes catching the shadows of you both on the floor. You looked back up at him, the two of you only hearing one another's breathing. You stared into his pretty eyes feeling his hand wrap around your wrist. Higuruma dragged your hand up to him and placed your palm against warm chest. You looked down at your hand and slowly dragged it down his abs.
Bringing up your other hand, you started rubbing them all over his upper body as he tilted his head and started to kiss right below your ear. Humming and closing your eyes feeling his lips go farther down after each wet kiss. You softly moaned in his ear as he's now found your sweet spot that made your body flinch beneath him. Your breathing got heavier from him starting the process of leaving a hickey on your neck.
Higuruma started to walk you over to the bed and you felt the back of your legs press against the edge of it. He removed his lips from a certain spot on your neck and wiped it with his thumb to see the deeply colored mark clearer. Once again, you wrapped your arms around his neck and felt him begin to lay you down on the bed.
Your hands slid down to his face, and you made him smash his lips against yours. The cause being the feeling of starting to fully undress you. You let out a small whine from him playing with the clip of your bra made him smile as he fully unhooked it.
You giggled into the kiss at Higuruma flinging your bra somewhere in the room. His hand wasting no time to cup your breast and pinch your hardened nipple to make your back arch slightly. You were starting to lose focus from him touching all over you.
His hand spread your leg out a little then he ran his fingertips along the rim of your panties. You sighed into the kiss and felt him pull away from your lips. You chewed on your bottom lip as he kept eye contact and rubbed two fingers over your covered area to feel the large damp spot on your panties.
You looked away at him smirking at you and hooking his fingertips around your underwear.
His eyes never left your face whilst he slowly pulled off your panties. You gently shivered at cold air rushing into your wetness from you being completely exposed now. Your eyes watching as Higuruma backed up to take a good look at you.
Your cheeks warming up as he looked at you as his prey. Seeing his erection grow bigger in his pants, your eyes widened slightly.
"You are just.....wow." His voice gentle as he just stared in awe and lust. Feeling shy, you covered your privates with your hands and looked away. "No, don't cover up beautiful...I wanna see everything" His hands bringing your legs up to rest on his shoulders.
"Just wow....." Higuruma repeated, then whistled as he stared over your body some more, trying to take in everything at once. Absolutely loving the sight of your bare breasts. "You've done what no one else has done before...you managed to make me at lost for words" A burst of confidence erupted in you.
Smiling widely at him saying, "So goddamn beautiful," and leaning down towards you. His breath kissing your flesh as his head rested by your neck. Placing your hand on the back of his head, and closing your eyes feeling wet, and warm kisses being planted on your neck.
Humming and slightly arching your back again. His fingers tap dancing up your spine, and hand resting on your back. You inhaled feeling his large hand wrap around your throat. Higuruma turning his head towards your ear, his hot breath tickling your skin.
"Y/n." Higuruma lowly said against your ear. Letting out a tiny whine from his breath tickling you and his voice making you more aroused. You softly answered back with, "Yes?"
And felt yourself throb at Higuruma gruffly saying, "I'm gonna give you what you been crying for. I'm going to take good care of you. Kay?" he says biting on the top of your ear.
You responding back with, "Kay," made Higuruma leave one last peck on your lips before he left a wet trail of kisses down your collarbone, to your chest, then, stomach, and stopping right above your pelvic area.
You propped yourself up on your elbows and stared down at him just staring. Feeling a little shy and embarrassed, you tried close your legs but just felt him spread them wider. His pointer and middle finger rubbed through your while he said, "All soaking wet just for me." and watched as your juices created little strings every-time he's close his fingers and spread them again.
"Just for you." You smiled and combed your fingers through some of his hair. Him sternly responding with, "And that's how it's gonna be from now on" and looking at you dangerously causing you to drip onto the bed.
Feeling your cheeks get hot as you watched how Higuruma just stared at her with such lust and desire. Caressing the back and inner of your thighs slowly, him just thinking about how he's gonna do some things to you.
You lightly flinched at his fingers sliding down your inner thigh and stopping right before he reached your folds. "Hiro please..." You whined with furrowed brows and saw a grin on his face.
Higuruma looked up at you and lightly blew cold air on your delicacy. You huffed and adjusted yourself as you were propped up on your elbows. Watching him lower his head, still keeping eye contact with you, then turning it right before he reaches your aching area.
You threw your head back and groaned feeling him planting kisses on your inner thighs.
Humming as he sucked and left purple hickeys on your skin, and you quickly sucking in air with him leaving bite marks.
He kept on kissing while pulling your legs up over his shoulders then locking his arms under, and around them to keep you in place. Finally, he faced back towards your glistening pussy that was just waiting to be devoured lifting your head back up, you saw Higuruma sliding his hand back down.
Your teeth sinking into your bottom lip from you biting down hard at the feeling of his pointer, and middle finger squeezing your folds closer together to see more wetness ooze out of you.
"Shit, baby." Higuruma gruffly chuckled and ran his two fingers in between your folds, feeling in side your gushy delicacy.
His fingers getting slippery from being covered in your arousal fluid. You quietly moaning "mm~" as you've never felt anything like this before. Pinching and moving your clit in a circle, you softly moaned and clawed at the bed covers.
Higuruma removed his fingers and lightly sighed, preparing himself to please you. Fondling the thickness of your thighs, Higuruma stuck his tongue out and licked up in between your plump folds with eye contact. You gasped at the sensation of his warm tongue pressing up against your parts. Higuruma licked his lips and hummed as he finally tasted what he's been longing to for weeks.
"Hah~" You moaned with your lips parted and your eyebrows furrowed at Higuruma licking up and swirling his tongue in a figure eight motion on your swelling clit. Higuruma internally smirking and felt his dick twitch through his pants at the sounds of your lewd noises.
Moving his tongue around your bundle of nerves faster so he can hear more of your moans that he absolutely loved. "Oh shi-ah~"
Your breathing getting heavier from him wrapping his lips around your bud and sucking hard.
Higuruma pulled up then released your clit from his mouth, watching it go back into place. Your whole body getting hot as he sped up his pace and bopped his head up and down, with his tongue getting covered in your juices.
"Yes, just like that!" His tongue flicking over your clit every time he lapped his tongue back up.
Him deeply humming "mm" each time his head bobbed up and down. Feeling his pants getting tighter from your loud moans. You slid your hands down and tangled your fingers in his extremely soft and thick hair.
Higuruma's lips getting covered in your wetness as well as the tip of his nose. His tongue licking inside of you and your legs starting to lightly shake as juices just kept flowing out of you. You rolled your hips as you grind against his tongue. "F-fuck I can't-" You whined feeling as if you were about to go crazy. Higuruma tilted his head a little and spread out your folds with his fingers to lick you up at a different angle.
Gently shivering at Higuruma mumbling, "You taste so fucking good," and gently biting down on your clit. You tried to squirm away, feeling something forming in your stomach. You felt a harsh spank on your ass from trying to get away.
"Stop fucking running. This is what you wanted isn't it?" He demanded in a low voice and dragged you closer to his face by your thighs. Higuruma's lips once again wrapping around your bud and he licked over it with his tongue.
"Ouu yes!" You rested your head on the bed, arching your back at the sucking noises he made. His tongue collecting your juices then releasing them back onto you. You throbbed against him and tried to get your legs from out of his grip. Higuruma shoved his head more deeper in between your legs and faintly grunted at you tugging on his hair.
Moaning out, "Im gonna cum! Oh my-fuck! Hiro please~" and pulling your bottom lip into your mouth.
"Go ahead. Come on be a good girl," He mumbled and proceeded to flick his tongue on your clit repeatedly then using his whole tongue to cover you as he licked up. Slurping up all your juices, licking in every spot and crevice, eating you out amazingly.
"Hah..h-ah.. Ohh shit~" Higuruma smiled at you loudly moaning and cumming all over his tongue. You flinched at the sensation of him continuing to lick despite your sensitivity. Your chest heavily rose up and down, and you watched him appear from between your legs with a sexy look on his face.
He grabbed your hand and pulled you so you can sit up on your knees. Your eye level being with his erection and you gulped with your eyes moving up to his. Higuruma watched you blink repeatedly then look back down after he made you palm his boner.
You instinctively rubbed up and down slowly pulling at it, hearing him faintly groan and say, "You see what you do to me?" His tongue swiping over his top teeth. Your taste still lingering in his mouth.
You took a deep breath and Higuruma stared down at you amused at the fact that you were somewhat scared to see. You flinched a little and your eyes widened at it literally being all in your face.
Higuruma chuckled at your parted lips and you not being able to draw your eyes away from it. Your face was tilted upwards by Higuruma gripping under your chin and pulling you into another kiss. One hand rested on your thigh and your left one wrapped around his length slowly. You hesitantly squeezed and heard him hum in literally being all in your face.
He must like that. It was warm and stiff in a good way. You could feel some of the veins pressing against your palm as you began to move your hand up and down. His precum leaked on your hand while you rubbed him. Higuruma stopped your hand from moving and laid you back down onto your back. You felt your nerves start to rise as he pulled off the rest of his clothes.
"You good pretty?" Higuruma asked, observing your nervous face.
"Amazing." You smiled and watched his brows raise as you spread your legs. He just grinned back at you and leaned down a little. You inhaled and gave him a little extra nod for reassurance and prepared yourself to grip on the sheets. His large hand wrapped under your chin, squishing your cheeks together. You whimpered at the feeling of his tip rubbing against your walls and clit to get some sort of lubricant so it can be easier to slide in.
You let out a gasp at the sensation of his wide tip being thrusted into you. "Pay attention to me." Higuruma cooed towards you. You opened your eyes staring directly into his. "A-ahh~" Your face scrunched up and eyes squinted at half his length being thrusted into you.
You pressed your hand on his stomach, while moaning out "shit~ Hiro that's enough" and shutting your eyes closed. "C'mon baby. I know you can take it. Can you do it for me?" He smiled and slid a little more into you. "I- I-" You whined and frowned up at him as you let out little moans with each inch he slid in.
"You're gonna take this shit." He demanded and moved your hand away from his stomach. "Mm-mm what did I say? I said pay attention to me right?" Higuruma's stern voice running through your ears and you felt his grip tighten on your cheeks. His domination making you even more aroused.
You fluttered your eyes open and felt his dick slide out of you, then thrust back in even deeper. "Oh shit! Yes~" You rolled your hips as you let out a moan. Higuruma smirked knowing you were getting used to his size. He groaned as he thrusted and felt your tightness around him while your fluids kept seeping out your hole with every thrust.
"You feel it?" Higuruma asked as he applied pressure on your lower belly with his hand, feeling his length poking there. Higuruma grabbed your hand with his and placed your palm right below your belly button. "I'm right there. See, this is what real dick feels like." You whined at his words and slid your fingers in his deep brown hair.
"Fucckkk baby, you feel so fucking good" Higuruma's deep groan sent thousands of shivers down your spine. You whimpered at his nails digging into your flesh from his tight grip. Higuruma threw his head back and closed his eyes whilst he stroked deeply and slowly in you.
He leaned down towards you, and you heard his breathing getting more heavy. "Faster.." You softly said into his ear, your warm breath tickling his neck. Higuruma slowed down his pace teasing you even more and heard you let out whines.
"Beg for it." Higuruma kissed all over your neck leaving dark marks. "Please Hiro, please~" He smiled at your whines against your neck then chuckled. He leaned back up and sped it up for you just for a few seconds watching as your breast bounced it different kinds of directions.
You let out a tiny whine feeling him going slow again. Higuruma hummed and ran his left hand up your smooth stomach to your breast then back down to your belly. He tugged and pulled on your nipple. Cupping your breast in his hand and feeling it's softness.
He stared at you with lustful eyes at you biting your lip and letting out hum-like-moans from him slapping your breast around. "So damn sexy" Higuruma said out loud seeing you looking at him through your eye lashes. Higuruma leaned back down towards you and you wrapped your legs around his waist. Dragging your nails down his back, feeling his breath hitting on your neck.
"Go harder~." You moaned out.
Higuruma asking, "Harder?" against your ear with a smirk on his face.
A "Mmhm" came from you as you nodded yes to his question. Higuruma thrusted more roughly into you hearing your lewd noises getting louder. "Like this? You like that?" He seductively whispered, whilst licking and biting on your ear lobe. His dirty talk driving you insane with his perfectly deep voice being the cherry on top. "I asked you a question" Tingles flowing all licking and biting on your ear lobe.
Finally answering, "y-yes I like it." Your breath tickling him as well as your nails from playing with his loose strands of hair. Higuruma's lips pressed all close to your ear making you flinch. The bass in voice making you quietly moan as he asked, "This is mines now, right?" Whilst his fingers tapped dance down your belly to your folds.
You didn't even think twice. Especially after all of this, it was definitely the end for you and your husband. There was no return. "Yes~" You answered and smiled as he said "Good girl" with a small smirk. "Shit." Lowly cursing under his breath, he slowed down his pace and kept his hand on your belly to calm down his excitement.
You frowned at him pulling out, leaving you empty and without the feeling of being filled.
Giggling at the feeling of him just tossing you around to make you be on all fours. Higuruma spoke near your ear saying, "Let me see" and you nodded knowing he was referring to your arch. Higuruma leaned back up and watched as you spread your legs a little and deeply arched your back making your pussy all on display for him. Higuruma whistled in 'wow' as you just sat and waited for him.
Higuruma pushed down in the middle of your back to test your arching limits. "Damn." He lowly said to himself. "Stay right there for me, okay baby" You let out a whiny 'mhm' at his instructions and wiggled your butt from feeling impatient.
"Ouuu" You moaned at the stinging sensation left on your ass cheek. "You like that shit don't you" He let out a gruff chuckle as he slapped your ass once again. You nodded, letting out a tiny moan and pressed your ass all up on him, wanting to feel more of Higuruma.
Higuruma slapped over and over again, his slaps being harsher after each one. He felt himself getting more turned on at each moan you let out and the way your ass effortlessly jiggled.
"Hahhhhh~" Your moan ending with a groan from Higuruma unexpectedly sliding all the way inside you.
He gripped and slapped whilst you moved your hips in different directions, "aahh-oh yes.." Muffled moans coming from you as you went harder and felt Higuruma grab your hips.
You slowed down feeling him stopping you and slowly stroke into you. Higuruma paused, grasping under your chin, he turned your head up so you can look into a mirror. You turned flustered seeing the position you were in and Higuruma leaned down towards your ear.
"You see yourself?" He asked, smiling at you through the mirror and pointing with one of his fingers holding under your chin. You nodded slowly and felt goosebumps from his cold rings brushing against your flesh.
Higuruma stared at the both of you for a few seconds and let out a low hum after. Feeling your legs almost give out from him saying, "I want you staring at yourself while I pound the fuck outta you," and gently kissing behind your ear to your neck.
Higuruma mumbling "and I wanna hear everything" against your skin then looking up and winking at you in the mirror. You whimpered noticing he was about to start going harder from the change in thrusts he gave you.
Higuruma was going a steady pace with his whole dick covered in wetness and you could feel your juices dripping down your thighs. You pushed some of your hair away and felt it tickling your back. Suddenly you gasped feeling him go harder every time he thrusted into you. "Oh fuck!" You let out a shout-like-moan as he pounded harder. "More!" Higuruma had a proud grin on his face hearing your loud moans and you begging for more.
He paused in between a few strokes and moved around inside you, making hundreds of butterflies flutter in your stomach. You brought your lip into your mouth and noticed your hands were getting a little shaky.
Your breath hitched at Higuruma picking up his pace again. You reached your arm back and placed it on his lower stomach to try and stop him from thrusting so hard. "Mmm" Higuruma's deep hum being music to your ears. He tightly gripped your wrist and pinned it against your back then started pounding even more aggressively.
"HAH~" You balled your hands into a fist digging your own nails into the palm of your hands and your toes curling. Eyes squeezed shut from him giving ruthless back shots out of nowhere. Hearing Higuruma say "Fuck." under his breath as he watched himself slide in and out.
Higuruma wrapped his hand around making a ponytail in your hair and roughly tugged, pulling your head up to look at yourself in the mirror. You looked away and bit on your lip. "Look at yourself and see how fucking slutty you look, darling" He gripped tighter around your hair and you felt yourself getting wetter at the sound of his deep voice and aggressive tone he had with you.
Obeying his order and seeing yourself in the big mirror. Tears streaming down your cheeks, you letting out moans mixed with the sounds of your pleasure cries, hair frizzy and wild, mouth hanging open, and your ass clapping loudly on his stomach. The sound was filling the whole room.
He gave you hard, dragged out, slow strokes in between his medium pace ones. "Mmm~"You hummed loving the way he'd switch up the flow to make you feel different things. You clenched around him feeling yourself getting closer and closer by the second. "Shit." He cursed and let out a deep moan.
His medium paced, but deep and hard thrust were driving you insane. His tip repeatedly and roughly hitting against your cervix hurt yet felt so good. "Oh. My. God." You head slightly bobbed back and forth as you punctuated every word you moaned with each time he pushed back into you.
You saw him laughing deeply and smiling at you seeing you struggling to take it. "Damn this pussy is so fucking good" Higuruma chuckled with his head cocked to the side as he watched your facial expressions. He's actually crazy.. You felt embarrassed so you looked away from his gaze in the mirror. Higuruma sternly said, "Look at me." making you feel tingles all over your body. You pulled your bottom lip into your mouth and looked at him through your eyelashes.
Higuruma leaned down towards your ear but still kept eye contact in the mirror. Wrapping his hand around your throat and squeezing. "Feels good doesn't it beautiful?" Higuruma whispered against your ear with a smirk on his face.
You felt extremely flustered at the intensity of his eye contact and the way he talked. "Answer me." His hand gripped tighter around your neck and he slowed down and stroked softer into you. "Yes." You gave him a slow nod and pouted hearing the sound of wet noises with each thrust.
"Hmm" He let out a deep hum in your ear then leaned back up. Higuruma placed both of his hands on your shoulders and gripped tightly. He sped up his pace and went harder. Relentlessly stroking in you, making you arch even more.
Your face was smooshed into the sheets as you screamed out his name. He felt tingles throughout his body from the way you screamed and he gripped on your ass cheek. You started to shake hard at him hitting each and every right spot every time. Spots you didn't know existed or was possible to hit.
Higuruma hummed with each stroke and ran his hands down your spine. He let out a tiny whimper then cursed under his breath from the feeling of you clenching tightly around him.
"Oh shit! Too much!" Higuruma licked his lips enjoying the sound of your cries.
"I don't care. You're gonna take this shit." He slapped your ass hard, watching it jiggle in the process.
"Higuruma please!.." You begged from the feeling of being too overwhelmed with pleasure. Higuruma rubbed your back saying, "Just a little more for me baby, you can handle it." then smirked at the way you were going insane from his touch.
The way he'd go from talking rough with you, then to sweet left you shocked. His thrusts getting sloppier and faster making your mind go blank sending you into a state of ecstasy. Higuruma's moan sending shivers down your spine and his tight grip creating bruises on your smooth flesh.
You moaning out, "Hah~~ I'm gonna cum!" Higuruma grunted feeling himself about to release.
Higuruma went faster, "Cum all over this dick then" He said with a smile. You gasped then choked on your moans at the feeling of him absolutely destroying your insides. A scream-like-moan came from you whilst you came extremely hard all over him with tears in your eyes. You trembled with your eyes rolling to the back of your head and toes curling.
"Oh, fuck" Higuruma shut his eyes closed and gripped on your waist as he filled up your hole with his semen. You looked in the mirror seeing his head thrown back as his hand rubbed down his face, to his neck, and down to his abs. You whined at a harsh slap on your ass
Beads of sweat dripping down his body as he finished off in you. He slowly pulled out after a few seconds and watched how the thick, white, sticky substance flowed out of your throbbing hole.
You heard him let out a gruff and out of breath laugh after your body plopped down on the soft mattress. You hummed at the feeling of the warm and cozy covers. His left hand soothingly rubbed up and down on your smooth back to try and calm you. Feeling the vibrations of you shaking against the palm of his hand.
"You did so good for me, sweetheart" Higuruma cooed whilst placing wet kisses all down your back.
His ears filled with the sounds of your heavy pants and little whimpers and hums. Asking, "You, ok?" He looked at you with a raised eyebrow while he still placed kisses on your back. You sniffed and felt the warm salty tears dripping down your cheeks. "Never been fucked like that before huh?" Higuruma let out a breathy chuckle and wiped your tears with his thumb.
You could barely even talk. With a shaky voice you said, "....cocky bastard" and strong glare made a small smile appear on his face.
Breaking your moment your phone starts to ring, and your husband's name appears across the screen. Immediately you hand the phone to Higuruma. He gives you an are you sure look and you nod.
A wide grin grows on his face as he answered. Your husband was the first to speak. "Tomorrow, I need you to pick up something from the office." He said no greeting or anything. God he was such an asshole.
"She's busy right now." Was all Higuruma said before you husband flipped like a live wire. "WHO THE FUCK IS THIS WHERE IS MY WIFE?"
"With me. Oh, and I'll be buying your sorry ass company just to put you out of a job." And with that he hangs up the phone and tosses it to the end of your bed. A smirk starts to grow on his face as he climbs over you.
"I need this divorce to go as quick as possible. I don't ever want to see his face again."
Higuruma starts to place kisses on the inside of your neck, "Good thing in the CEO of a law firm." His kisses get lower....and lower.
"I know we're not about to go again." You laugh breathlessly.
"Shhhh. You deserve it." Was all he says before he disappeared underneath the sheets and between your thighs. It felt great to finally be seen and cared for.
You could get used to this.