12 Days of Christmas (2022) || JJK

5 | Five Golden Rings

Pairing: Higuruma Hiromi x f!Reader

Prompt: Two co-workers and friends have the tradition to be each other's plus ones for the Christmas office party.

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"Fuck, Hiromi, right there," you moan sprawled out on the glass conference room table, tits bouncing beautifully in time with each of his thrusts.

Your hands are bound above your head; he used his belt to wrap around your wrists, buckling it to the leg of the table. Hiromi's hands are on your waist, gripping hard, holding you close to him as his hips piston into your own.

The last few years, the two of you have gotten close, become office friends. You would go out and get lunch together when you had time, and when you didn't, one of you would be in the other's office eating while working.

Since then, you've also become each other's date to the office Christmas parties. It's not for having a lack of a dating life, you both just seem to conveniently be single around the holidays every time, and why not go with someone you know you enjoy spending time with?

Sure, at first people in the office would tease you for coming together, especially Suguru and Satoru, but it was all in jest, never truly bothered either of you.

You also never saw each other as more than friends either, so it's a fucking surprise you're here, writhing underneath him in pleasure as he snaps his hips into yours.

Maybe your heart has grown more fond of him over the last few years without realizing it because when you saw him walk into your apartment, dressed in his suit for tonight's event, your heart began to flutter.

Hiromi looked absolutely dashing in his black tux with white shirt underneath, his raven hair styled just perfectly, a smile on his face that reached his tired eyes. He thought the same - you never looked more beautiful than you do tonight, in your floor length black dress that hugs your curves just right, a slit on the side that goes up just above your knee.

That dress is currently pooled around your waist, the top having been pulled down to expose your breasts, the bottom lifted so he could fuck you on the table of the empty conference room. His shirt has been unbuttoned and opened, exposing the black hair on his chest that you were running your hands through earlier in the evening.

There was just something about the way his eyes seemed less tired tonight, sparkled more than usual in the Christmas lights strung up around the office, his smile was wider too, as he had his arm wrapped around your waist, holding you close while making your usual networking rounds around the office talking with the other associates.

You passed by a few empty rooms, and before you knew it, his lips were on yours, or yours were on his, you're not entirely sure who made the first move.

Hiromi moves one hand to your throat, wrapping his large hand around, cutting off just enough air for your eyes to be rolling to the back of your head, back arching off the table when his thumb begins encircling your clit.

The room you're in is tucked away, off in a little corner of the office far away from the party, so neither of you are worried about getting walked in on. And not worrying about that means neither of you has to worry about how loud you're being either.

He slows his pace, circling his hips as he looks at you fondly, letting go of your throat to caress your cheek, "you've no idea how many times I've thought of this. How long I've wanted this." His voice is thick and gravely with lust.

Hiromi lifts your legs, bends them so your knees are next to your face - if he hadn't lifted your dress so far up, it surely would have ripped while moving you into this mating press position. His hands are on the bottom of your black stilettos, using them for balance as he picks back up at a faster pace.

On any normal night, you might have been embarrassed by how wet you've gotten just from his touch, but it doesn't feel that way with him, not when you see how much he loves watching your arousal coat his cock each time he pulls out before thrusting right back in.

He's listening to the way you're moaning his name, singing it for the heavens to hear. The way you move your hips to meet him despite your compromising position. Watching the way your cheeks flush every time he says you're doing so well for him, the flush extending down to the top of your chest.

"You're so gorgeous," he mutters, he can't help himself. He has to tell you.

So gorgeous in fact, he can't believe he isn't using every opportunity presented to him right now to just kiss you. He moves your legs over his shoulders, bending down to fold you half, slotting his lips between yours.

He swallows several of your moans as your tongues glide against one another, biting your bottom lip as your walls tighten around him, and you're free falling into waves of pleasure, chanting his name so seductively as your walls flutter and spasm that he's unable to hold back any longer.

Hiromi sloppily thrusts, two, three more times, before he's buried to the hilt, as deep as he can go, groaning onto each of your kisses as hot ropes of cum fill your insides.

He gives a goofy grin, eyes half lidded as he moves his hips in you a few times, moaning from the sensitivity before unbuckling your wrists.

"Sorry for being so rough," he murmurs, kissing your jaw tenderly before moving down your neck, between the valley of your breasts.

"Mm. Don't be." You're smiling, eyes closed. He hasn't pulled out yet, but you don't mind, using the time to catch your breath.

Your heart flutters again, when he looks up at you with tired eyes, soft smile on his face, chaste kiss to your lips, and you hope he'll continue to be your Christmas office party date for years to come.