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Everything had gone astray once that woman was brought into his center.
A few days ago, the local EMS wing attached to a nearby hospital was the victim of a fire. After careful investigation, the source was found to be Nagito Komaeda, who had decided it was easier to take a piss on the side of a building rather than a public restroom. It turns out he pissed directly on one of their electrical boxes, causing it to go haywire and seize up in a series of sparks, igniting nearby wires and patches of vegetation that were growing there. Thankfully, the flames engulfed only the EMS area and part of the ambulance dock, leaving most of the hospital unscathed. As a result, all the drivers, paramedics, and standby nurses were temporarily transferred to the public safety center where Takaaki was stationed.
He didn’t mind it too much. His shifts were mostly from ten at night to eight in the morning, so the center itself was already slow and empty. The addition of the EMS members added more people to the mix; however, they weren’t even in the building half the time, getting most of their calls in the wee hours of the morning. Takaaki, currently filling the role of processing officer, spent most of his time at his desk, mindlessly shifting through paperwork and sometimes getting called aside for interrogations. He had no reason to interact with their new friends, so he didn’t. Even if he did, he’d doubt any of them would want to socialize with the likes of him.
At least, that’s what he thought anyway.
In the early days of the transfer, he was the one the newcomers were directed to for their questions. He wasn’t the most approachable, but he was the most straightforward and the most knowledgeable of the station and its facilities. He also had a hunch his superiors did it as a way to subtly bug him, knowing how reserved he was, but thankfully their guests weren’t as stupid as they may have hoped, leaving Takaaki unoccupied with any questions for most of his shift.
So when it happened, Takaaki knew something strange was brewing.
“Takaaki Ishimaru, that’s your name, right?” Takaaki was on his smoke break when the question cut through the air. He had to tilt his head down a little to locate the source of the voice and discovered it to be a relaxed, faintly aloof woman with messy pale pink hair tied back into a ponytail. She was wearing a pair of teal scrubs and had a cigarette between her fingers. Takaaki raised a skeptical brow but decided to entertain her anyway. It wasn’t like he had anything better to do.
“Mmhm, yes, it is. And you are? If I’m allowed to ask.”
“Hiroko Hagakure. I’m not really supposed to be here, but they need the extra help.”
Takaaki couldn’t deny that her voice had a soft, sultry register to it that made the tips of his ears want to burn. Lazy eyes bore into his own, and her lips were quirked into a permanent sort of smirk. She was a woman of mystery, and Takaaki would be lying if he said he would rather not solve her. It’s been a while since he wanted to study someone so carefully, to step out of his comfort zone and actually socialize with someone.
However, he decided against it for the time being.
“Extra help is always appreciated, Ms. Hagakure,” was all Takaaki said in response, raising his cigarette to his lips and taking in another drag. He didn’t make eye contact. It was intimidating to him.
“Please, call me Hiroko." She smiled, giving Takaaki a small wink before taking a drag of her own cigarette. They both stood there for what felt like an eternity, mutually smoking in each other's presence while staring up at the star-speckled sky, taking in a moment to forget they were at work, forget they were coworkers for now, and instead act as strangers. Takaaki was the first to go inside, putting his cigarette out on the bottom of his shoe before flicking it into a nearby trash can. He didn’t know how much longer Hiroko decided to take, and for the moment, he convinced himself that he didn’t care. For now, he was choosing to deny the shock he felt from someone initiating a conversation with him of their own accord, ignoring the fact that this person wanted to be on a first-name basis, and completely pushing away the realization that she was an incredibly gorgeous woman.
‘I’m too old for this kind of attention’. He told himself, "I shouldn't be thinking like that."
‘We’re coworkers. This is what coworkers do.
‘This will pass. It always does.’
Hiroko, however, would prove herself otherwise.
Their next interaction was a few days later, once again during one of their breaks, this time being lunch break.
Takaaki sat in their communal break room by himself, tucking himself away in a corner seat by the watercooler. His lunchbox was in front of him, containing only a portion of steamed rice and a thermos of miso soup and a small pill case. He was currently leaning back in his chair, legs crossed as he read one of the many books his son, Taka, had recommended him. Takaaki, unlike his son, wasn’t the most avid reader; however, he wanted to make his kid happy, and if it meant reading The Secret History by Donna Tartt, then so be it.
Takaaki had barely registered Hiroko’s presence until he heard the legs of the chair opposite to him scratching against the tile floor. He internally cringed at the sound.
“Anyone sitting here, Kaki?” Hiroko asked. Takaaki’s brows furrowed at the nickname. It’s been a while since he was given one.
“N-no. No. You can sit there,” Takaaki muttered softly, trying to conceal how flustered he was becoming. Hiroko instantly made herself at home, plopping down in her seat and propping her elbows on the table, resting her chin in the palm of her hand. They sat in silence, Takaaki trying to focus on his book while he felt Hiroko’s eyes burn a hole into his uniform shirt.
Eventually, after what felt like forever, Hiroko spoke back up.
“You get seizures?” She blurted out. Takaaki jolted, startled by the sudden question. He looked up at Hiroko, only to find that she wasn’t looking at him but at the pill case in his lunchbox, which was labeled with his different medications. Taka had done that so he’d stop forgetting to take them. Takaaki’s expression softened, though he still felt offended at the personal question.
“No, I have SPMS. Those help with the pain,” he explained as plainly as he could, hoping to shift the conversation away from his rotting health.
“Is that why you aren’t playing in the streets with your friends?” Hiroko cooed, earning a groan from Takaaki, who lifted his book up to cover his face, wanting to hide.
“I used to, but I kept getting muscle spasms, and that’s not really reliable when you’re swinging a revolver and baton around,” Takaaki had no idea why he was still entertaining her, but it seemed the words left his lips before he could even process them. Hiroko let out a low chuckle in response.
“You’re funny, Kaki.”
Takaaki felt himself tense up at the comment, and his mouth slightly hung open. He looked up from his book to find Hiroko looking back at him, drooping eyes and coy lips beckoning a response from him. Her hair was down this time, framing her face as if it were a painting. Takaaki’s cheeks turned a light shade of red as he caught himself staring, and so he shut his eyes and whipped his head to the side, hoping that if he couldn’t see her, she couldn’t see him.
"Right" is all he managed.
Takaaki tried to avoid her after that, and for a period of time it seemed to work. He got through two shifts before she ended up finding him again, this time in the copy room.
Takaaki was leaning against a counter, looking through one of the taller cabinets for an extra pack of staples. He heard the door open and shut, and in his focused state he didn’t bother to turn around to see who it was.
“Pardon me, Kaki,” a low, familiar voice rang out, and before Takaaki could whip around and walk out of the room, a firm pair of hands found their place on his taut waist, and a recognizable sensation rang up his spine. A curt noise left Takaaki’s throat just before his hands were able to cup over his mouth. Hiroko had caught it just in time, though.
“Ah, did I hurt you?” Hiroko asked, panic beginning to spill over into her usually monotone voice. Takaaki felt a little bad for her in return.
“No, no, I’m just… I’m ticklish,” he blurted, wanting to erase Hiroko’s guilt as soon as he could despite knowing this is the same woman he was trying to keep away from him. However, she made no moves to let go or step back, instead keeping her hands firmly placed on his waist. He furrowed a brow, about to turn around and ask her what was going on, when he felt the hands suddenly scuttle up and down his sides, immobilizing him.
“ACK! MS. HAGAKURE! PLEASE—THIS IS HIGHLY—" was all Takaaki could sputter out before laughter fully took him over. He doubled in on himself, his hands confused about whether to clutch his stomach, which was starting to ache from his laughter, or fight off the offending pair of hands, still scuttling up and down his sides. He felt Hiroko press against his backside, crotch flush with his rear, as she continued her assault on him. He knew that he should know better, that now he was fully allowed to physically shove her to the ground and scold her and reprimand her for her indecent behavior, but for some reason he couldn’t muster the courage. He found himself in a state of longing for more touch, more contact, and more of whatever this strange relationship between the two of them was becoming.
“ENOUGH! I-I’VE HAD ENOUGH!” Takaaki shouted, slamming his fists on the counter to try and get Hiroko’s attention. It seemed to work as Hiroko finally peeled her hands away from his sides, letting him fall slack against the counter to catch his breath. He noticed Hiroko was still slotted against his backside. At this point, whether they wanted to or not, they were most definitely breaking the PDA and fraternization rules of the station, and Hiroko, with all her actions, was certainly crossing the line into harassment. If Takaaki wanted to, he could go home and fill out a case against her and get her kicked out so he could go back to business as usual. He could end this all right now.
It wasn’t as simple as he hoped.
He sat at his kitchen table, blank paperwork sprawled out in front of him. A few ruined and scribbled-over papers were off to the side, ones where he had lost his nerve midway through filling out the harassment report. He clutched his pen in one sweaty hand while the other palmed over the growing erection in his pants. He whined at the contact, feeling absolutely pathetic about how this woman has managed to ruin him over a matter of days. He knew he was stronger than the situation; he’d been bullied and shunned by the world for the last decade, so why in the world was he letting her get away with this? What did she even want from him? Her actions weren’t those of the bullying or the torment he’d experienced within the last few years; her behavior was something different. She was doing this out of a place of want, and by God, whatever it was, Takaaki just wanted her to have it so he could go back to living.
He continued to grope himself, another groan slipping past his lips as he did so. He couldn’t help but imagine the woman who had been torturing him the last few days. He thought of her voice, how smooth and sultry it was. He imagined her mouth against his ear, whispering sweet nothings into it, her warm breath brushing against his skin. He imagined her hands caressing his arms and legs until the nerves in them became so overworked that it’d drive him crazy. He thought of her lips, her hair, her clothes, her figure, all of her.
This was the baddest he’s ever been.
Using what little discipline he had left in his body, he shot up from his seat with enough force to knock the chair back. He quickly righted the chair before going to the bathroom to indulge himself in a cold shower before bed. He had a plan; he’d have the issue solved by tomorrow and no later. He just wanted to live again.
He just wanted her.
The next day at work, before he could lose his nerve, Takaaki reached into his desk and pulled out an index card. He proceeded to take one of his pens out from his shirt pocket and quickly scribble down a message to leave on Hiroko’s desk.
Meet me in the handicapped bathroom on the first floor by the vending machines at the end of your shift. I have something important to discuss with you. Just slide the door open when you arrive there.
-Takaaki Ishimaru.
That particular bathroom was the only place he knew he could get any privacy with Hiroko. After the scandal had occurred, Takaaki was so looked down upon that his coworkers didn’t even want to share a bathroom with him; thus, he’d been exiled to a handicap stall that had been collecting dust. Frankly, Takaaki was the only one using it in the first place, utilizing the grab bars, so it was a change he welcomed. However, he never expected he’d be inviting someone in there for a private discussion.
Takaaki’s shift ended an hour before Hiroko’s, so he spent the first half hour of his wait time pacing the side of the building, anxiously puffing a cigarette (well, more like cigarettes), and the other half hour sitting on the toilet in the bathroom, reading his book and nervously counting the minutes.
Takaaki jolted in attention as he heard the door begin to open, and he immediately turned his body to face it. Just as he’d expected, Hiroko stood on the other side, clad in her scrubs and her hair still in a messy ponytail. She looked around the hallway to see if anyone saw her stepping inside before making her way toward Takaaki.
“Cozy,” she smiled as she shut the door behind her and locked it. Takaaki just stood from the toilet, not giving her a response at first. Hiroko cocked her head at him, making Takaaki stiffen up, his face and ears beginning to burn up.
“May I ask what I was called for?” Hiroko smirked, crossing her arms and mirroring Takaaki’s stance. Takaaki bit his lip and looked to the side, wishing deep down that he was better at eye contact.
“What’s your goal here, Ms. Hagakure?”
“What?”
“I-I mean the teasing, always trying to sit with me, trying to talk to me. Why do you wish to be so close to me?”
“I’m… not sure I follow, Kaki.”
Takaaki gripped the rim of the sink with one hand and raised his other hand in a pleading gesture. He finally looked Hiroko in her eyes, his pale eyes and thick brows twisting themselves into a crazed, beseeched look. He’s gritting his teeth, though he’s trying to contain it. He knows how insane he looks right now, which is the very last thing he wanted, but unfortunately he never had the best control over his expressions.
“Hiroko Hagakure, you are ruining me! Every other person who tries to bully me or get me fired is upfront with their motives! But you—you have me on a leash, Hagakure! Please, tell me what you want so I can live in peace! If you want me gone, just say so, and next week I’ll be gone!”
Takaaki didn’t realize he was being loud until he felt the dull ache in his throat and heard his labored breaths echoing through the stall. He felt tears of passion sting at the corners of his eyes, and he couldn’t help but stare at Hiroko, who was staring back at him, her eyes just as wide. They stood like that for what felt like years, staring at each other as Takaaki tried to catch his breath, shaky huffs filling the air. Takaaki watched as Hiroko’s expression softened, her eyes drooping back to their normal expression, and her mouth tugging itself back into her signature smirk.
Slowly, Hiroko let out a shaky string of giggles, which gradually evolved into a full-blown laugh attack. Takaaki just stood there bewildered.
“W-what’s funny? Why are you laughing?”
Hiroko began to calm down a little, bringing a hand up to wipe the tears forming in her eyes, caused by her laughing.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I thought I was being forward, but I guess not.”
“What? Forward with what?”
“Here, let me say it plainly for you: you are attractive and I want to spend a night with you. I mean, haven’t you heard that when a girl teases you, she likes you?”
“I… can’t say I have, actually. My previous marriage was arranged.”
Hiroko got a little more confident now, stepping forward and placing a hand on Takaaki’s arm, softly gripping the sleeve of his coat. Takaaki looked down at Hiroko’s hand on his arm, his face burning up once more before he looked back at her. He felt the fingers of his opposite hand twitch before reaching up and putting a hand on her shoulder, bringing her an inch or so closer. His eyes were still wide and bewildered, though he'd calmed down a significant amount now. He still felt his heart beating behind his chest, pounding against his ribcage, and he really wished he could stop staring at her lips, how they curved when she talked, and how she licked them between statements. He felt Hiroko begin to stroke his arm, causing his body to tense up once more. Hiroko giggled as she felt him tense. Takaaki squeezed her shoulder in return, though he couldn’t bring himself to do more than that.
Eventually, he spoke up.
“When you say that you want to spend a night with me, do you mean… sleep with me?”
“Can’t think of anything else it may mean. What are you thinking, Kaki?”
Takaaki looked to the side, biting his bottom lip and letting out a low grunt.
“I-it’s been a while since I… you know. I don’t know if I can satisfy you the way you’d want.”
Takaaki could feel his pants tighten at the crotch. The mere thought of being Hiroko’s first choice was beginning to get to him.
“I mean, are you impotent?”
Takaaki couldn’t help but chuckle at the rather outrageous question.
“God no, I just—I'm worried that—"
“That you won’t last long?”
“Yeah…”
“Hmm, well, if you’ve gone that long without sex, I doubt one round is all you’ve got in you,” Hiroko winked, and Takaaki felt his face burn and his mouth fall slack. A weak noise left his throat, trying to form a response, but it seemed Hiroko had made up her mind.
“You have a car, right?” She asked, and Takaaki nodded, clamping his mouth shut and clearing his throat.
“Well then, I know a good hotel a few blocks down; it’s got everything we need. What do you say, Kaki? Do you want to lie with me?”
“…”
Hiroko held his hand on the drive there and during the walk to their room. Takaaki felt a pit in his stomach the whole time, not because of Hiroko or her actions, but because he couldn’t remember the last time he ever booked a hotel room or slept in a bed that wasn’t his own. He tried not to show his face where it wasn’t needed, and when he did step out of the shadows, it came as a shock, as though people were seeing a ghost, which was evident in the looks he received at the front desk and throughout the hotel lobby. He wanted to shrink up on himself, close his eyes, and disappear and reappear in his room with Hiroko, which was possibly the only thing keeping him sane in this moment. He wished he weren't so tall, so imposing, so that he could just hide behind Hiroko on the walk to their room. Hiroko didn’t seem to notice the looks, and if she did, she didn’t care.
Their room was simple: wooden and complete with soft, yellowish lighting. There was a single bed in the room, clad in fluffy white sheets and a small wooden tray with different toiletries arranged on it. There was a small second room, containing a couch and a round, wooden table. Takaaki didn’t really know what they’d do with a second room, so he chose to ignore it for the moment. Other than that, it contained the usual hotel amenities: a TV, a coffee machine and coffee packets, a fridge stocked with overpriced drinks and candy bars, the whole nine yards.
Hiroko unceremoniously flopped onto the bed, sprawling out on her back, while Takaaki sat down next to her, legs tucked up to himself. Hiroko sat up next to Takaaki to level with him and make it easier to talk. Takaaki gripped his knee. He felt like his face was on fire, his pants felt entirely too tight, and he still felt so incredibly foolish and stupid for thinking he could be good enough for Hiroko.
He looked at her and gave her a once over and nearly regretted that he did. With the way she was sitting, a hand propped on the bed to lean closer to him, he could see the black lace trim of her bra and catch a subtle peak at the leopard print pattern on the cups. His breath hitched, and he wanted to look away, but at the same time, he didn’t want to appear rude, so he let his eyes wander down, down to the fullness of her hips and thighs, down to the silver anklet on her left foot, and then back up to her slender neck and fluffy head of pale pink hair.
“See something you like?” Hiroko teased, and Takaaki finally allowed himself to look back into her light brown eyes.
“You’re very attractive,” Takaaki finally mustered, now scanning over her exposed collarbones. Hiroko giggled and reached up to pinch his cheek and gently pull it. Takaaki squeezed his eyes shut, mildly embarrassed by the action. He felt Hiroko shuffle to straddle his legs, sitting in his lap as much as she could. Takaaki opened his eyes to find her only an inch from his face, and once again he felt his breath hitch. Shakily, his hands found their way to her hips, gently cupping them and holding her still. Takaaki knows he has that same frightened and deer-like look in his eyes that he’s had for just about the whole night, but Hiroko hasn’t looked away yet, so he’s guessing it doesn’t bother her much.
“May I kiss you?” Takaaki mumbled, and in response Hiroko leaned forward, closing her eyes and latching on to his bottom lip. Takaaki exhaled deeply and closed his eyes as well, welcoming Hiroko. He could feel Hiroko gently suckling at his lip and taste the faint mintyness of the gum she’d been chewing earlier. He felt a little embarrassed, knowing he probably tasted like menthol cigarettes and stale coffee, but it seemed to be a taste Hiroko couldn’t get enough of as she was beginning to lightly swipe at his lip with her tongue. He hesitantly parted his lips for her and hummed at the intrusion of her tongue. He squeezed her hips tighter as he began to lick past her tongue, feeling his teeth click against hers on occasion. He felt her breasts press against him as she leaned harder into the kiss.
When they pulled back for air, a soft pop rang through the room. Their eyes opened and they looked at each other, the two of them huffing for breath. Hiroko brought her arms up, wrapping them around Takaaki’s neck while Takaaki wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her even closer. She let out a soft hum as her thigh touched his hard on, which made Takaaki gasp.
“You’re stunning,” Takaaki murmured between pants, and Hiroko smiled at that. Takaaki leaned back in for another kiss, which Hiroko gladly accepted, moaning into it and sending a jolt right to Takaaki’s groin. He gripped her tighter as he began to lay her down, shuffling and scooting forward to ensure that her head landed on a pillow. Hiroko pulled back to make a snarky remark, but Takaaki quickly dove back in for another kiss, unsure if he could handle anymore teasing. He pulled his arms out from under her and straddled her as best as he could, moving his hands up to cradle her head. He felt Hiroko grind up against him, and he keened and ground back down on her, letting her feel his arousal. He wanted to let her know how crazy she was making him feel.
Eventually, Takaaki sat up, looking down at Hiroko, whose lips were slick with saliva and puffy from their kissing. Her eyes were blown out as she looked up at Takaaki, and she let her hands limply fall down to the sides of her head, opening herself up to him. Takaaki smiled at the sight, indulging in how delightful she looked. He let his hands come down to the hem of her shirt, and he leaned down so that his lips were right next to her ear.
“Can you help me with your clothes?” He asked, placing a kiss on her temple as he did so. Hiroko nodded and reached down to grab the waistband of her pants and pull them down. Takaaki allowed her some room to bend her knees and wriggle out of her bottoms. Once that was done, he tightened his grip on her shirt and began to pull it up, doing it slowly so that she could lift her arms up and let him slide it off. He placed it to the side before looking back down at the woman below him, and he felt himself grow sheepish all over again.
Seeing her breasts and stomach in nude form did something to Takaaki, something that made him feel crazier by the second. Her breasts were on the larger side and were currently threatening to spill over the edge of her leopard print push-up bra. Her stomach was soft, the lower half decorated in faint, silvery stretch marks. There was a faint trail of hair starting at her bellybutton and traveling down to the waistband of her panties. Just above her waistband sat a bold C-section scar.
Takaaki could feel himself start to drool over the sight. Before this moment, he didn’t usually seek a woman, and when he did, it was rather challenging. In their part of town, the trend was to look younger, but in all honesty, Takaaki wished for a woman who looked her age, just like him.
So, seeing Hiroko, seeing a woman his age who looked like it and owned it, who was so unapologetically herself, who was so much more confident than him, it made him want to bare his nails like a cat and carve himself a new home within her.
“You’re so cute when you’re like that. You look like Bambi,” Hiroko chuckled, and Takaaki subconsciously knew she was speaking about his wide-eyed expression. However, he couldn’t bring himself to care about how he looked this time, instead placing his fingertips at her collarbones and tracing down her torso, following the curves of her breasts and the slight dip in her stomach and tracing over her scar. Hiroko shivered at the touch, leaning up into it. She began to prop herself up on her elbows, wanting to sit up, but Takaaki placed a hand on her chest and softly pushed her back down, watching her fall into the pillows.
“Please, let me serve you and satisfy you. It’s my purpose as a man," Takaaki muttered, one of his hands coming back up to trace Hiroko's jawline with his fingertips. Hiroko smiled and opened her mouth to answer, but Takaaki placed his thumb along her bottom lip, stalling her. He leaned back down and began to kiss her again, tracing along her lip with his tongue and sucking it between his teeth. He tried to stay gentle, knowing his teeth were sharper and more jagged than most. While he cursed himself for his fucked-up teeth, Hiroko placed her hands on his shoulders, bringing him closer but keeping her grip loose enough for when he pulls back again.
Once Takaaki was done with her lips, he slowly worked up the bridge of her nose, stopping between her brows, and then spreading to her cheeks. As he finished her cheeks, he leaned down to her side once more, settling next to her ear. Hiroko shuddered as she felt his warm breath against the shell of her ear. Takaaki went in closer, kissing her lobe and bringing it into his mouth, suckling it gently. There was a small hoop in her ear, and he hated how he reveled in the feeling of it clicking against his teeth. He got in even closer, now sticking out his tongue and swiping it along the inside. Hiroko let out a whine as she felt it and leaned into the feeling.
“Is that nice?” Takaaki asked, and Hiroko nodded. Takaaki gave her ear another swipe before digging his tongue deep within it, swirling it around in search of a special spot. He felt Hiroko grip him harder, pulling him closer to her body. He felt a hand shoot to the back of his head, pushing it further against her.
“So good,” Hiroko whined as she felt and heard Takaaki’s tongue circling her inner ear, the squelching noise making her squeamish yet arousing her at the very same time. She began to buck against Takaaki, who attempted to match her movements, causing him to groan in her ear. Hiroko flinched away from the noise, and Takaaki pulled off of her, trying not to damage her ear. He brought his sleeve over his hand and wiped it up, sopping up as much moisture as he could, not wanting her to risk infection.
Takaaki sat back up, placing his hands on her breast to steady himself. Hiroko was gasping softly, looking up at Takaaki. They smiled at each other, and Hiroko reached up to hold Takaaki’s wrists, stroking them softly. Takaaki took a moment to admire how the dim lights of the hotel room bathed Hiroko, highlighting every beautiful feature on her, making it look as though an angel sat underneath him. He loved the way the light reflected against her eyes, as if they were glowing as she looked up at him. Takaaki couldn’t help himself as he went down to kiss the beauty mark underneath her lip.
“Take your bra off, please,” Takaaki murmured, and he felt Hiroko squirm underneath herself to quickly unclip her bra, which Takaaki grabbed the straps of and pulled off of her arms. He set it to the side before he pulled back up, and he felt his breath hitch as he saw her exposed breasts, how soft they looked, and how her nipples still had a bit of perkiness to them. He ran his hands over them before giving them a soft squeeze, holding her nipples between his pointer and middle fingers. He gave them a slight tug, making Hiroko arch her back and moan. Takaaki’s mouth hung slack as he gave them another, harder tug, then bent down to take one into his mouth while keeping the other in his hand. He swirled his tongue around it and gave it a small suck, making Hiroko moan once more. Hiroko reached up and began to run her fingers through his short, silvery hair. Takaaki hummed at her touch, and he pressed his tongue flat against her nipple, lavishing it. He gave it a small kiss before moving on to the other, repeating his process. He reveled in Hiroko’s noises, pride swelling in his chest in the knowledge that he was making her feel good.
He gave her one last swipe with his warm tongue before kissing down her belly, paying special attention to her happy trail and scar. Once he reached the waistband of her panties, which were a lacy black but lacked the leopard print, he delicately wrapped his fingers around the band and pulled them down and off of her legs. He tossed them off the end of the bed, earning a small scoff from Hiroko. Takaaki just smiled at her, settling himself between her legs. He shuffled down, lying partially on his stomach. He brought Hiroko’s legs over his shoulders, and he couldn’t help staring at what was in front of him.
Everything about Hiroko’s cunt was absolutely enticing to him; the coarse black hair, the slight musk that hit the back of his throat with every breath, the wetness that coated her vulva, which was swollen with want. His eyes flicked up to Hiroko’s, which were wild with lust, and he swallowed nervously and shuffled up, bringing her up to his mouth. He took a deep breath, indulging in the scent, and he sheepishly groaned in reaction. He felt privileged to have the ability to worship such a beautiful, authentic woman and indulge in her so deeply. Raising a hand, he used his thumb to spread her open and caught a glimpse at her needy hole, desperately trying to grip against something that wasn’t there. Takaaki didn’t waste any more time; he pressed his tongue flat against her and licked a stripe up to her clit, which he then took into his mouth and began to suckle. The reaction was immediate, a loud moan ripping itself from Hiroko’s throat and her hands shooting back to Takaaki’s head, pushing him forward into her cunt. Takaaki groaned around her and pressed his tongue hard into her. Wet, sloppy sounds began to fill the room as he ate her out, a clear sign that he was indulging in his meal. She tasted slightly acidic, and it made his tongue tingle, and by god did he love it. He reached up, wrapping his hands around her waist and bringing her further into his face. His nose was now completely buried into her skin, and all he could do was inhale her sweet scent. He was aware that he was losing his breath, but whenever he tried to pull back, Hiroko shoved him back in.
“You said you were going to satisfy me, so do it,” she hissed, clearly frustrated from all of Takaaki’s previous worshipping. He didn’t mind; that’s what it was for anyway. He wanted to get her riled up. He needed her completely and utterly satisfied before he even thought of giving himself anything.
"Yes, ma'am," Takaaki mumbled into her, pulling her impossibly closer and lavishing her with his tongue as much as he could. Hiroko was grinding against his mouth, trying to ride his tongue as it slid in and out of her. Takaaki was becoming lightheaded, so much so that he could feel the blood filling his face as his brain tried to get whatever minuscule amount of oxygen it could. He whined into her cunt, his nails digging into Hiroko’s sides as he fought to pull himself away. He was aware of Hiroko’s moaning, but he was so dizzy from the lack of air that it was all so muffled. Eventually, he was able to wrench himself out, and he sat up, hands on either side of Hiroko to push himself off the bed. His mouth hung open, covered in spit and slick, the mixture dripping from his chin and lips and on to the bed. He coughed as he caught his breath, his arms shaking while he composed himself. He looked back up at Hiroko, whose face was plastered in a stupid, blissed-out smile as she caught her own breath.
“Am I doing well? Satisfying you, I mean,” Takaaki shyly asked between huffs. He stroked her stomach as she caught herself.
“Mmh, I didn’t know you were such a lover,” Hiroko cooed, her chest heaving. It took everything in Takaaki not to watch her breasts as she breathed.
“I told you: I am a man; my purpose is to serve. I’m not complete until I do just that,” Takaaki murmured, tracing Hiroko’s delicate skin. His hands found themselves on Hiroko’s thighs, which he gave a firm squeeze. Her legs were still over his shoulders, so he traced them up, fingertips traveling up and down Hiroko’s thighs. He turned his head and kissed the inside of her legs, softly mouthing at them and watching her squirm in response. He pulled back one of her legs, craning his neck and mouthing at the back of her ankle. He kissed up the heel of her foot and planted a few kisses on her sole, garnering a flutter of giggles from Hiroko.
“Didn’t think you’d be into that,” Hiroko chuckled.
“I’m not, but you’re stunning. I need to worship every part. Speaking of which, roll on your stomach.”
Takaaki let go of her legs, and Hiroko lazily flopped on to her stomach. Takaaki was incredibly thankful that Hiroko couldn’t see his face, because the way he bit his lip upon seeing the swell of her ass was nothing but uncouth. He composed himself and returned to his ministrations, running his fingertips up the backs of her legs, dwelling on the backs of her knees, an apparent hot spot as he watched her writhe at the touch. He continued upward until he reached her ass, and once again his mouth began to water. He placed a hand on each cheek and spread her, a low whine escaping his throat as he caught sight of her pretty, pink hole, twitching as it was exposed to the room. He bit his lower lip as he examined it.
“A-are you okay with being touched here?” Takaaki asked quickly, his eyes staying fixed on her ass.
“Mmh, everywhere you’ve touched me has felt so good; I really don’t want you to stop,” Hiroko groaned, arching up into Takaaki’s touch. Takaaki nodded even though she couldn’t see him and moved a hand forward so he could swipe his thumb across her hole. Hiroko twitched into the touch, so Takaaki pushed into her, making her buck into him even more. Takaaki removed his other hand from her ass and dipped it down between her legs, cupping her cunt. He let a finger slide inside, and he crooked it, stoking her inner walls. Hiroko gasped and gripped the sheets underneath her. She stuck her ass up as high as she could, begging for more of Takaaki’s attention, and who was he to deny it? He gave her a few more soothing rubs before leaning forward and spitting on her asshole and using his thumb to spread it. He shifted his hand that was inside her cunt, adjusting it so that his ring and middle fingers were inside her cunt while his pointer finger poked against her ass. He moved his other hand up to the small of her back, rubbing as he slowly worked his fingers in. Her cunt easily welcomed his fingers, while the one in her ass encountered slight resistance. Regardless, the moan that Hiroko let out could probably be heard from five doors down and two floors up. She immediately bucked back against him, wiggling herself further down onto his fingers. A filthy string of moans began to spill from her.
“Shh, shh, relax. Let me take care of you,” Takaaki shushed her, holding her hip with his free hand while he continued to thrust his fingers in and out of her. Hiroko shoved her face further into the sheets and gripped them even tighter as she tried to relax into Takaaki’s fingers. Takaaki flicked his wrist as he thrust his fingers in, stroking Hiroko’s inner walls. He could feel her tighten around him as she relaxed, and he pressed even further into her. Hiroko would push back into him in response, creating an albeit sloppy rhythm, but one that got her off the best. Takaaki was silently wishing he could pull his fingers out and latch his mouth back on to her, but he’d rather die than ruin her pleasure. But fuck, the thought of her ass squeezing around his tongue was filling him with a type of lust he thought he’d grown incapable of feeling.
“Nnngh, Kaki, please. You’re doing so good, please-please. Hiroko muttered into the sheets, her words coming between gasps. Takaaki held her hip tighter as he brought her further down, curling his fingers and pressing them into the rough spots that he knew would bring her pleasure. She tensed around his fingers, letting him know she was close. Takaaki kept the pace of his thrusts the same but sped up the flick of his fingertips, reveling in the way it made Hiroko shake.
Hiroko gripped the sheets as hard as she could and bucked back. A raw moan that almost sounded like a scream ripped through her throat as she came. She squeezed down on Takaaki’s fingers and squirted, clear fluid covering Takaaki’s hand and part of his sleeve and staining the sheets beneath them. Takaaki kept his fingers shoved inside her until she came down from her high, after which he loosened his grip on her hip and pulled his fingers out. He smiled in amusement as Hiroko tried to fall back on his fingers. He gave her a few more quick rubs before fully pulling his fingers out.
“Patience, you’ll get more soon,” Takaaki soothed softly, rubbing her back before flipping her over onto her back.
Hiroko was absolutely blissed out. Her makeup was smudged, mascara and eyeliner running down her face while her pale-pink lipstick was smeared across her cheek. Her eyes were squeezed shut as she huffed for breath, and her hands remained in fists by her head. She arched her back, writhing in the aftershocks of her orgasm. Takaaki soothingly rubbed her thighs to bring her down. He watched her with a fond smile; his chest swelled with pride knowing he caused such an orgasm. He looked down at his stained hand and gave in to his urges, licking the cum away from them.
“I- wow. I- w-wow. I didn’t know you had that in you." Hiroko was finally able to speak, and she cracked open her eyes to give Takaaki a partial look, a small smile crossing her stained lips. Hiroko’s eyes flicked down, and a strange look of concern appeared on her face.
“Did you not enjoy it?”
“Hmm?”
“You’re not hard.”
“Oh, it’s not that. It’s just a side effect of my medication; when I don’t get direct stimulation, my body struggles with, uh, arousal." Takaaki’s usual bashful self returned in full force as he overexplained himself, earning a small chuckle from Hiroko. She sat up on her hands, settling herself and shuffling towards Takaaki. She then brought her hands up and began to run them over his clothed chest.
“Well, how about we get these clothes off of ya’, hm? It’s a little awkward being the only one naked in here. Hiroko smiled and began picking at the buttons on Takaaki’s shirt before he could respond. Takaaki just nodded and watched with hunger as Hiroko worked down his uniform shirt, revealing the white cotton undershirt that sat below it. Once Hiroko was done unbuttoning his shirt, he shrugged it off and tossed it to the side. Hiroko admired his body, now clad in only his undershirt and work pants.
“My, you certainly don’t look frail here,” Hiroko purred, hands tracing up and down Takaaki’s toned arms, up his broad shoulders, and down to his supple chest, giving it a small squeeze. Takaaki’s face burned up, and he looked to the side. Hiroko continued in her ministrations, grabbing at the edge of his undershirt and pulling it over his head.
Takaaki, despite the chronic pain, was a little more in shape than most men his age. His chest and stomach were toned; however, the fat that comes with age was slowly beginning to win out. He wasn’t the hairiest man, his chest containing a few wiry hairs, and he had a happy trail to match Hiroko. There was a scar along the side of his stomach.
“Kidney transplant?” Hiroko quizzed.
“Removal. My father needed it,” Takaaki answered. Hiroko didn’t question any further.
Hiroko made quick work of Takaaki’s belt, pulling it off and tossing it aside, and began to help him shimmy out of his pants. Eventually, he was left in a pair of black briefs. The outline of his half-hard cock was becoming prominent. Hiroko wrapped her hand around it and lightly squeezed it, garnering a deep noise from Takaaki. The raspiness of his voice caused every sound he made to ripple through his body, a feature that Hiroko seemed to enjoy as she continued to stroke him. It was now Takaaki’s turn to grip the bed sheets. He bit his lip and bowed his head as Hiroko touched him.
“Hiroko, please,” Takaaki whined, mesmerized as he watched her hand stroke him. Hiroko only chuckled and moved her hand to his waistband, wrapping her fingers around it and pulling his briefs down. Takaaki was now rock hard, and his cock smacked against his stomach as it was freed from its cloth prison. His cock was a good length, around 8 inches, and he was uncut. His thickness was average, and his balls matched his length nicely. He lightly thrust in the air, begging for more stimulation. Hiroko’s eyes went wide as she looked him over, and for once she was speechless.
“I-ah-don’t know if they have condoms that big here,” she giggled nervously, wrapping her hand around Takaaki’s cock and biting her lip when she felt it twitch. She pulled his foreskin back, watching precum ooze from the tip. Takaaki softly bucked into her touch, wanting more. Hiroko gave him another stroke, which he greedily tried to follow with his hips. Hiroko pressed her thumb into the tip, smearing precum down the sides. Takaaki jolted and let out a quiet groan. He reached up and squeezed her shoulder, a silent plea for something he didn’t know. He had no clue what he wanted, just that he wanted more.
“Are you clean?” Takaaki finally muttered out.
“Yeah.”
“Do you promise?”
“I wouldn’t lie about such a thing, Kaki.”
“I know, I know, I just—getting sick scares me. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be; you’re in good hands. Let me take care of you now." Hiroko smiled, her free hand reaching up to stroke Takaaki’s face. She licked her lips and leaned in, kissing him while she beat him off. Takaaki eagerly kissed her back, wrapping his arms around her and leaning her back down on the bed. Her hand was squished between them, though he still tried to thrust into it. He could feel her pubic hair and the wetness of her vulva against the base of his dick, and he was humiliated by the filthy groan that left his mouth. He pressed down a little harder, wanting to feel more of it. He felt Hiroko let go of him only to wrap her arms around him and flip their position. Takaaki let out a startled noise and pulled back to look at her, cocking a brow.
“How flexible are you?” Hiroko asked.
“Not very,” Takaaki admitted shyly. Hiroko giggled against his lips and gave him a reassuring peck before sitting up; now it was her turn to look down at him. Takaaki gazed up at her, wide-eyed and breathless, his mind going numb at the thought of Hiroko taking control. His hands found themselves on her hips, thumbs tracing small circles around her stomach.
Hiroko reached back and grabbed the base of his cock before shifting up and lining it up with her pussy. Takaaki's breath caught in his throat as he watched, and he twitched in Hiroko's hand, unsure of how much longer he could wait. Hiroko sat down at an agonizing pace, and Takaaki let out a strangled noise as he felt his tip slide in. His grip stiffened on her hips, holding her still.
“Are you sure this is the position you want? I don’t think I’ll be able to- ah- pull out when I cum,” Takaaki shuddered out. He felt Hiroko tighten up, and he leaned his head back, scruffy hair rubbing against the pillow behind him.
“I’ve got an IUD in; they give the nurses a discount on them,” Hiroko said, winking at him, and Takaaki felt his chest tighten at the knowledge that Hiroko was giving him permission to cum in her. He loosened his grip on her hips, letting her slide all the way in. The two groaned in unison as she reached the base. She was warm and wet and tight and welcoming, and Takaaki just wanted to mount her and claim her and make her his. He worked with her, bringing her up and down, trying to do the work for her. Hiroko moaned, feeling so incredibly full as she rode Takaaki, gently bringing herself down and feeling his tip brush up against her cervix, sending a jolt up her spine. She leaned forward, pressing her chest against his and wrapping her arms around his neck. Takaaki slipped out, and he felt his dick rub up against her inner thigh. He wrapped his arms around her and brought her close, placing a small kiss on her neck.
“‘M sorry, you just got in deeper than I thought,” Hiroko whimpered against his skin. Takaaki rubbed her back before tightening his grip around her and bringing her up, settling her back on to the tip of his cock. Hiroko whined and dug her nails into his back as he slid back inside. Takaaki shushed her, and he felt her nuzzle against his neck, feeling the low vibration of his voice. Once again, he felt his dick become completely immersed within her, and he held on tight as he began his thrusts, which were slow and methodical. Hiroko moaned into his ear, her lips pressed against his temple.
“Better?” Takaaki asked, and he was met with a weak nod from Hiroko. Takaaki let his hands glide down, gripping her ass as he adjusted his footing and began thrusting a little bit faster. He whined, wanting so desperately to shove himself inside at a rapid pace, but he valued Hiroko’s comfort over his pleasure, so he kept the easy pace he was at now. When he felt Hiroko try to buck down on him, he started to go faster, earning another slew of moans from her. She grew tighter around him, making his eyes squeeze shut. They’d barely started, but he knew Hiroko was close. Having her orgasm once made her subsequent ones come easier. She buried her face into his neck, taking in his scent. He felt her nip at his Adam’s apple, and he allowed her to.
“No marks,” he grunted between pants, and Hiroko let out a soft noise in response. He was beginning to sweat, causing Hiroko’s body to slide against his, and the mental image of Hiroko’s breasts being soaked in his sweat made him want to go feral. Hiroko bucked down on him once again, and he took it as a sign to go harder. Hiroko clawed at his back and wailed into his neck, quietly verbalizing and begging for more. He spread her ass and began to prod at it, and the moment he pushed his finger into it, her second orgasm came with a shudder.
It felt absolutely wonderful to Takaaki, feeling her grow impossibly tight and incredibly wet and feeling her cum leak around his dick. He swore his vision went white for a split second, and he gripped on to Hiroko’s twitching body as he fucked her through her orgasm. He tried to pull out to give her room to relax, but Hiroko held on to him, wanting him to stay inside. Instead, Takaaki held on to her and flipped their position once again, putting them in missionary. He grabbed her legs and hooked them over his shoulders, gripping her thighs to keep her in place. He started his thrusts back up, and he sobbed, feeling how wet she was now and how effortless it was for him to slide in and out. His balls were smacking against her taint, the sound echoing through the room. Hiroko reached up, grabbing her legs by the knees and pulling them back further, allowing Takaaki to slot in even more. Her knees were up to her chest now, giving Takaaki enough room to crouch over her, locking her in mating press. One of his hands went up to her ankle while the other reached around to grab her breast, gently pulling on it. Hiroko was completely fucked out of her mind, her head thrown back, her eyes wide and glassy, drool running down her chin. Her moans were bordering on sobs as she allowed Takaaki to thrust into her to his heart’s content, being so sensitive that speed and harshness didn’t matter to her anymore. She could feel Takaaki in the depths of her stomach, and it only drove her crazier. He squeezed his eyes shut in an effort to maintain his composure as Takaaki's breaths came out in shudders. Occasionally his mouth would fall open, a short sob escaping his throat as he indulged in Hiroko’s warmth. His knees burned from the position, but he didn’t care; he was more focused on serving the woman underneath him.
“Oh my God- fuck. Kaki, you feel so good, fuck,” Hiroko sputtered out, a hand leaving one of her legs and reaching forward to stroke Takaaki’s stubbled face. Takaaki kissed her palm as it passed his mouth. He took her thumb into his mouth, nibbling it and swirling his tongue around it. He moaned around it as he did a particularly intense thrust, feeling his tip kiss her womb. He felt his balls tighten, his orgasm inching closer and closer. He sucked in a heavy breath and leaned forward, letting Hiroko relax her legs to his sides. With her hands now free, he took one of them in his own, placing their joined hands at her side, and let the other rub up and down his back. He pressed kisses into her ear, traveling along her temple and cheek before reaching her lips, which he took into his own with a ravenous passion.
“You’re so lovely, so beautiful; you take me so well,” Takaaki murmured between kisses. Hiroko could only moan in response, hungrily chasing his lips every time he pulled away to speak. Takaaki rolled his hips into her, legs tensing as he approached the brink of his orgasm.
With a final thrust, he spilled himself inside her. His free hand traveled down to her hip, stilling her as he emptied himself. His hips twitched and bucked as he orgasmed, Hiroko’s cunt gripping around him and milking every last drop. He was still kissing her, gasping in her air as he brought himself down from his high.
They stayed still for maybe a minute or two before Takaaki pulled out, his cock having gone soft. He was covered in their mix of fluids, though he was too exhausted to care about it too much. He shakily got up from the bed and walked over to the bathroom, grabbing a roll of toilet paper and bringing it back with him. He wiped Hiroko down first before mopping himself up. He tossed the pieces of tissue into the wastebasket and rejoined Hiroko on the bed, lying beside her and hesitantly bringing his arm around her. He was met with a tight embrace, Hiroko settling her head into his chest, letting out a content noise as she did so. Takaaki held on to her, resting his chin on top of her head.
“God, I don’t know how we’re going to work now,” Takaaki mumbled into Hiroko’s hair.
“What do you mean? Never slept with someone from work before?” Hiroko snickered, half joking.
"Never. I hadn't had sex in maybe 5 years before this. I don’t think I’ve had sex this good- well- ever. It- mmh- I don’t know." Takaaki looked to the ceiling, eyes glued to the stationary ceiling fan. He was beginning to notice how warm it was in the room, especially in Hiroko’s embrace.
“It what?” Hiroko pushed.
“It… makes me scared. You’re your own person; I can’t hold you down, I know that, but a part of me… doesn’t want this to end. You’re a beautiful soul, Hiroko; I don’t want to lose this." Takaaki could feel his eyes prickle with tears, and he mentally cursed himself and his family’s strong, passionate emotions. He tried his best to steady his voice, but there was an obvious waver in it.
“I’m not going anywhere, Kaki, I promise,” Hiroko soothed, a hand coming up to massage his arm. Takaaki brought her closer, his hands reaching for her hair and toying with it. Hiroko leaned into his touch.
It’s been so long since he was intimate, since he’s been this close to another person. It felt magical to him to have a night where he wasn’t lonely, where he had the warmth of another person to comfort him. He could feel himself begin to rock the two of them back and forth, involuntarily bringing Hiroko into his self-soothing technique. Hiroko wriggled up, placing her head on his shoulder and examining what she could see of his back. She noticed a splotch of black text along his upper back.
“That a tattoo?”
“Ah, yeah. It’s my son’s name. I got it when he was born.”
“Let me guess, you were young and dumb?”
“Ha, I wish, but no. I was 30; I started late with him.”
Hiroko leaned further and tried to read the name.
"Ki-kiyo."
“Kiyotaka.”
“Alright, Professor Name.”
This earned a snicker from Takaaki. Come to realize it, it’s been awhile since he’s heard a stupid joke.
“I was just trying to help,” he chuckled, a raspy voice rumbling through his chest. Hiroko smiled at his laugh and squeezed him tighter.
“You could probably tell, but I’ve got a son of my own too,” Hiroko sighed, tracing the defining lines of his back with her nail. Takaaki shivered whenever the finger ran up his spine.
“How old is he?” Takaaki asked, toying with her split ends.
“Just turned 22. Yours?”
“He’s 17.”
“Neat,” Hiroko smiled, tucking her face into Takaaki’s neck, yawning as she did so. Takaaki yawned in response and laid his head against the pillow underneath them, part of his chin still touching the top of Hiroko’s head. A hand reached back behind him to flick off the bedside lamp before returning to Hiroko’s backside, rubbing it and soothing her to sleep. His eyes felt heavy, so he shut them.
“Hiroko?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m… really happy I met you.”
“I’m happy I met you too, Kaki.”
Takaaki didn’t know when he fell asleep, just that he did it in Hiroko’s arms, taking in Hiroko’s smell and warmth. The world around him didn’t exist; it didn't matter at that moment. All that mattered to him now was that he was a servant to Hiroko’s love and that he satisfied her and how he had the privilege to sleep beside her.
And the fact that he was going to do it again.