Work Text:
Today appeared to be Higuruma’s lucky day. He somehow won this case that had been appealed. With the win occurring before noon, he had the rest of the day off. This meant he got to spend some much needed time with his wife. Deciding to surprise you, he picked up a bouquet of your favorite flowers along with some wine to celebrate. He entered your apartment with a pep in his step.
“Hiromi?” Your voice called out as you heard the front door open.
While he slipped off his shoes, you padded over to meet him. You were met with a rare sight as his expression brightened into a beaming grin. You spotted the flowers in his hand, your own expression brightening as well.
“Did you win?” You already knew the answer, but wanted him to share nonetheless.
“We did.” He let out a sigh of relief.
He had been stressed out for a long while now due to the bureaucratic issues of the justice system. With all the effort he had put in, this was a well-earned win.
“Congratulations, my love.” You walked up to him, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him in for a kiss.
“Thank you.” He murmured against your lips with a smile.
“So you have the rest of the day off?” You pulled back to look him in the eyes.
“I do.”
“Have any plans?” You asked with a teasing lilt to your voice.
“Maybe.” He pressed another kiss to your lips. “But I would love to give my wife her flowers first.”
“I feel like I should be treating you.” You said.
“You deserve it. Considering you took care of everything else when I was deep in my work.”
“I guess…” You muttered, knowing that arguing with him would be futile. He was very good at providing evidence for his claims.
With that, you fully entered your home. Higuruma took it upon himself to prepare the bouquet for you. Grabbing a vase, he went to work clipping the stems and arranging the flowers. It wasn’t till he finished his work that he got a good view of you. At the sight, his heart stuttered and his skin heated up.
You were wearing one of his favorite articles. A simple sundress. Flouncy, but tight enough to hug your curves. The hem ended just above your knee, allowing for the occasional view of your bare thighs. He didn’t want to seem like an animal, objectifying you and all. But he couldn’t help but feel an instinctual urge when you wore that dress. It was an animalistic hunger that called for him to just take you then and there. Push the skirt of that dress up, pull your panties to the side, and push himself inside of you.
“Is everything okay?” You asked, cocking your head to the side in a way that made you look so innocent.
Clenching his hands repeatedly, he tried to calm his racing heart. Realizing he hadn’t responded to you, he cleared his throat. “Yes. I’m okay, my love. Just a bit tired.”
“Okay. You should rest then.” You said, eyebrows furrowing with concern.
“As long as I get to rest with you.” He said, trying to keep his eyes on yours instead of trailing down your body.
You and Higuruma relaxed on the couch. His head laid in your thighs as you read. With one hand you held the book and the other lightly scratched at his scalp. Feeling your bare thigh pressed against his cheek, Higuruma’s need was growing. Your skin was so plush and soft. He could easily just pry your legs apart and— There was no way he would be able to rest in these conditions.
Shuffling off of your legs, knelt on the floor in front of you. Warm hands slid up your thighs, turning your attention away from the book. Quirking a brow, you were about to say something but he interrupted you.
“Don’t mind me…” The low timbre of his voice had you shivering. “I’m just going to treat myself.”
“Treat yourself?” You felt your cheeks heat up as his hands pried your legs apart.
“Mhmm. It’s been so long since I’ve gotten to enjoy…” He gripped your thighs, ripping your body forward. “My wife.” His eyes locked with yours as he pressed a soft kiss to your thighs. The tender action shot heat to your cheeks and core, a whine escaping your lips.
With your legs spread, Higuruma saw a dark patch forming through your panties. He pushed up your dress, bunching it up at your hips. Pressing his face between your legs, he sloppily kissed through the fabric. The ridge of his nose stroked over your clit, making you whine.
As he continued to play with you over your panties, you wondered what had incited his behavior. Higuruma was a very generous lover, there was no doubt about that. However, he tended to take a gentler approach with you. Peppering you with adoration as he brought you pure ecstasy. There were times though… Times when he became insatiable. Behaving like a starved man, treating your dripping cunt as if it contained the nectar of the gods. When he made sure you were a babbling overstimulated puddle, he would take you. Dragging his fat cock through your slick folds before pushing himself inside of you. His thick tip smushing right into that gummy spot. His eyes would be wild, drinking in the image of you falling apart on his cock.
It appeared that the current moment you found yourself in would be one of these more… animalist experiences. Interrupting your thoughts, he had ripped your panties off. Immediately, he pulled your soaked cunt back to his face. His tongue found your clit, swirling around it with precision that had sparks shooting through your body. One of your hands curled into his dark locks as he sucked and slurped up your essence. He groaned as you moaned oh so sweetly from his ministrations. The arms encircling your thighs tightened, pushing his face as close to you as he could. It was as if he wished to melt into you. His tongue hungrily lapping up every drop of you he could get as his nose nudged against your clit in the most delicious way.
Legs shaking, you felt yourself nearing the edge. Higuruma knew all of your tells. The way your moans grew breathier, the flexing of your legs around his head, the way your hand tightened in his hair. Needing to please, he continued eating you out with fervor. Dragging his tongue up, he flitted it at your clit. Each hit against the sensitive nub flared the heat in your core more and more.
“H-hiromi!” You cried out, eyes clenching shut as hot white pleasure coursed through your body.
Your head was thrown back as you were hit with waves of ecstasy. Each pulse had your thighs twitching around his head. With hooded eyes, Higuruma watched the results of his actions. His tongue continued to lap away at your dripping heat, following you as you came down from your high.
Blinking your eyes open, you looked down at the man still going at it between your legs. You groaned, feeling a sharp spark of overstimulation. Whining, you tried to press his head away. In response, he smacked your hand away. Those dark eyes flared a warning as he dragged his tongue up your pussy. They told you: “I’m not done yet.” Nodding, you relaxed back into the couch, allowing the man to do as he pleased. He did deserve to treat himself after all.
Pleased with your acceptance, Higuruma groaned as he felt your pussy gush against his tongue. He continued, looking to bring you to that high once more. It wouldn’t be long. With your clit so sensitive, and his tongue knowing exactly where it needed it to go, you would be brought back to that crest in no time. Just a suck to your clit had you crashing once more. Thighs shook and tightened around his head as you cried out from the pleasure.
When you came down again, you thought maybe he would be done. You were sorely mistaken. The man made sure to rip two more orgasms out of you, leaving you in the perfect state for him to enjoy. Limp, moaning, with glassy eyes, you were pliant. A body willing to let him do as he pleased as you knew he would keep making you feel absolutely amazing.
Face covered in your slick, he licked his lips as he stood up. Slowly, he undid his belt then unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. You watched him shivering with anticipation as your eyes trailed down to the prominent bulge in his pants. He pushed down his pants and underwear, his cock flopping out. Thick and dripping with precum, you licked your lips at the sight.
His hands gripped at your hips, folding your body over so your legs hung over his shoulders. Grabbing his cock, he slapped it against your soaked cunt. The wet hits echoed through your living room as he tapped the tip against your puffy clit. You whined, shuffling your hips. With wild eyes, Higuruma grinned down at you. Leaning down, he pressed a hot kiss to your mouth, forcing you to taste yourself on his tongue.
As you kissed, you felt him notch his cock at your entrance. With a languid lap against your lips, he slid into your tight heat. Swallowing each other’s moans, you both shivered at the feeling of him filling you to the brim. Higurma felt like he was everywhere. Deep inside, his broad body hanging over yours, you couldn’t tell where he ended and you began.
After sitting in your heat for a moment, the man began to move. He dragged his cock against your sensitive walls, then pushed deep so the head smushed right into that perfect sweet spot. Hung over his shoulders, your legs flexed as he kept pushing into the spot. Just small movements that had another orgasm growing within you. He knew it was happening too, his eyes reading your expression as your face contorted in bliss. It was torturous, the pure pleasure being forced into your overstimulated pussy, but you still accepted it nonetheless. Watching you fully submit to him, he groaned lowly. His cock twitched deep inside of you as you graced him with the sweetest moans.
“You’re taking me so well.” He folded your body over even more, forcing your knees to your chest. His cock kissed your insides oh so perfectly, making you see stars. “Are you going to cum again?” His movements began to speed up.
Biting your lip, you looked up at him and nodded desperately. He grinned again, his cock slamming in-and-out of you. The orgasm slammed into you like a freight train. Your slick sprayed on his lower torso as his cock had brought you over the edge. You cried out, tears of overstimulation trailing down your cheeks as he dragged out your orgasm with each pull of his cock. Feeling your pussy walls flutter around him, his hips stuttered.
No, he couldn’t finish this just yet. He needed you to understand what you had done to him. Gripping your chin, he forced you to look at him. Teary eyed, you locked your gaze with his.
“Do you know what you do to me?” He growled through his teeth, his thrusts speeding up.
You could barely think, much less register his words when his cock forced more heat to build up in your core. Each hit made your brain turn into mush. The only thing in your mind now was the thought of the pure pleasure the man was providing you.
Higuruma didn’t appreciate your lack of response, his hand moved down to your throat with a light squeeze. “Answer me.” He growled again, jaw tense. “Do you know what you do to me?”
Screwing your eyes shut, you searched for the words. “N-no!” You managed followed by a long moan as his cock smushed into that gummy spot.
“You can’t just–” He moaned as your pussy fluttered around his cock. “Can’t just look so fucking good.”
His hand moved from your throat to grip at your hip. With more leverage on your body, he dragged your body to meet his thrusts. Along with his cock deep inside, your clit rubbed against his pelvis. You cried out as he continued to make heat bloom within you.
“I can’t help myself, you know?” He eyed the dress pooled around you. “When you make yourself look so…” He groaned, cock twitching as you let out a whine. “Irresistable.”
His words made you cum again. Squirting and shaking, you cried out. He didn’t stop pummeling into your soaked cunt. Your slick had coated both of your thighs, dripping down and onto the couch.
Nearing his own high, Higuruma’s fingers slid between your bodies. He swirled the tips over your extremely overstimulated clit. “C’mon, love. Just one more, give me one more.” He leaned down, pressing a messy hot kiss to your lips. “We can do it together, yeah?” His eyes locked onto yours, pleading.
Somehow, you found the will to nod. Though you were spent, crying from the overstimulation, your pussy absolutely wrecked, you would do whatever he asked. He grinned wildly, his cock continuing to brutalize your internal sweet spot. Each hit inside and swirl against your clit neared your final orgasm. Just one more…
One last swirl and deep thrust inside, you felt that familiar wave of pleasure overtake your being. Another cry, another shaking of your body, another fluttering of your pussy. Choking out a moan, Higuruma’s hips stuttered. Deep inside of you, hot ropes of cum filled you with a satisfying warmth. It felt like ages before his cock stopped twitching and filling you.
Gently, your husband pulled out of you and laid you onto the couch. Boneless, you could barely move. The aftershocks of pleasure had you twitching and whining. Higuruma brushed back the hair stuck to your forehead, pressing a soft kiss to your face. It looked like he had returned to his typical doting self.
“I’m sorry if that was too much, my love.” He kissed your lips. “I just couldn’t…” He didn’t want to make this sound bad, but he couldn’t find another way to word it. “I couldn’t help myself.”
“W-what do you mean?” You managed to croak out with a sniffle.
“Well, I just had a great day, then I see my wife looking so pretty in this dress…” He chewed on his lip nervously. “You just look so good. No, amazing. You look amazing, and I needed to have you.”
“Needed?” You smiled softly at him.
“Yes, needed.”
Higuruma helped clean you up as you came back to earth. He had moved you to your bed, holding you close to his chest and whispering sweet nothings to you. Seeing that you had regained your faculties, he asked: “Are you okay?”
Nodding, you pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “I’m more than alright.” You sighed blissfully. “My husband just gave me too many orgasms to count and claimed he was treating himself. Of course I’m alright.”
“I was being selfish.” He said.
“I beg to differ.” You teased.
“Do you really wish to get into this?” He teased back, kissing your cheek. “I have plenty of evidence to the contrary.”
“Is that so?” A mischievous glint flashed in your eyes. “I would like to admit some evidence.”
“What evidence?”
“Exhibit A.” You pulled off the dress you were still wearing, now leaving yourself fully nude. You shoved it against his chest with a cheeky smirk.
Taking in a shaky breath, he nodded. “Evidence is admitted.”
“No objections?” You pressed yourself against him.
“No objections.” He agreed, then a grin of his own grew on his face. “Though, I hope you understand that I can use this evidence to my advantage?”
“And what if I told you that the defendant purposefully wore the dress?” You gave him a challenging stare.
“The defendant better not be committing perjury.” His gaze darkened at your implication.
“She has stated the truth.” You grinned, biting your lip.
“So this crime is solicitation.” He gripped your chin with a strong hand. “What do you plead?”
“Mmm… what sentence do I get if I plead guilty?”
“That’s up for me to decide, though, I could lessen your penalties.” He murmured, leaning towards you. His lips brushed against yours, making you gasp.
“Then, I plead guilty.”