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In and out you told yourself, no need to dress up for something that would only take ten minutes. It’s not like you’d run into anyone you knew, anyone important. Plus, it’s not like anyone at the office actually knew your face. They would definitely recognize your name, but not your face.
That was what you had told yourself the whole way to your husband’s workplace, a tall building of over 55 floors. Surely with more than 55 floors, all filled with employees, you wouldn’t run into anyone important while wearing your house clothes which consisted of sweatpants and a bralette covered by an oversized zip-up hoodie. Not to mention the old slippers you used to wear to your college study rooms.
Yes, you were wearing sunglasses, but you would have to take them off inside, plus who knows how much good they would even do if you run into anyone your husband worked with.
You frowned. Perhaps this was a bad decision, after all your husband was one of the newest, youngest members in such a high-standing position in the company. His peers would be looking for absolutely anything to use against him, which would include a wife who looked like she just crawled out of a hole.
Nevertheless, you were already here, quickly walking through the glass doors as if confidence in your actions alone would protect you from people’s eyes. Fortunately, no one seemed to care about your attire in the lobby, but as soon as you made your way to one of the elevators that lined the side of the building, you caught more than one set of eyes staring at your apparel.
The elevator opened and you tried to press yourself all of the way to the back, attempting to disappear against the wall after hitting the correct floor button. The large takeout bag in your hand was the only refuge you had to hide behind, the plastic providing very little protection from the few harsh glances coming your way.
After what seemed like five thousand stops with people getting off and new people getting on, your husband’s floor finally arrived and you carefully pushed through the group and made your well-needed exit, your face warming as you felt nearly all of the elevator’s inhabitants staring at you.
The hardest part was over, you told yourself, making your way over to your husbands’ secretary’s desk.
As you passed through the office though, you could feel quite a few staff members gazing at you. You wondered if they knew who you were, you couldn’t remember any functions you would’ve met them at, after all this was only your husband's 5th month with the company and you’d only attended a very small handful of private dinners with colleagues and you doubted that any of those colleagues worked on his floor.
Just as you greeted your husband’s secretary, his office door opened, and unfortunately, two familiar faces strode out along with a new one.
“Mrs. Kuroo!”
“Mr. Oikawa!” you greeted, internally kicking yourself for your terrible luck. Of course, it had to be today that one of your husband's most important clients ran into you looking like this. And not only that, but your husband was right there alongside the older man to witness it, along with a man around Kuroo’s age, a very attractive man if you might add.
“What are you doing here Mrs. Kuroo? Important meeting?” Mr. Oikawa teased, obviously trying to ease your embarrassment over your shabby attire.
You laughed gratefully, your uneasy smile melting into a genuine one as you focused your attention on the kind older man. You were glad that he had a sense of humor, you were also glad that he fully knew that you cleaned up well, having gotten to know you through several dinners with you and your husband.
One man though had never seen you “cleaned up”, not that he minded. The younger man next to your husband appreciated how you looked dressed down in house clothes. His gaze traveled over your body, a fact you were oblivious to as you asked his father about his dear wife.
Your husband, on the other hand, was completely aware of how his client’s oldest son looked at you, an unmistakable smirk coming over the man’s eyes settled on your favorite bralette, a worn out old thing that Kuroo had bought you ages ago for one of your date nights.
“What the hell is she wearing?” your husband thought, not because he found you looked messy or lazy, but because he couldn’t believe your naivety wearing such thin sweatpants and such a skimpy top, even if it was “covered” by a hoodie.
Of course, he also appreciated the view. So much so that he almost couldn’t find it within himself to be upset with you.
Almost.
The only thing preventing him from being totally fine, stoked even, with your outfit, was the hungry gaze of Oikawa Tooru as you entered his sight’s crosshairs.
“Mrs. Kuroo,” Mr. Oikawa said after briefly and very cutely ranting about his wife, “I don’t think you’ve been introduced to my son, Tooru, this is Mr. Kuroo’s wife.”
You smiled at the handsome man, reaching out and accepting his strong handshake.
“Please, call me Y/N,” you said.
“With pleasure.” Tooru greeted, turning up his natural charm as his eyes held yours. “You can call me Tooru if you’d like”
“Well Tooru,” you said, “I’d like to apologize to you and your father for how I look right now, as you can probably tell I’ve been cleaning the house all day, I just stopped by to bring my husband his lunch.”
“Don’t apologize,” Oikawa schmoozed, a sly smile reappearing on his face as he once again inspected your outfit. “In fact, your ability to look so stunning in even this is admirable…”
“Although…” he continued, leaning towards you as if he didn’t want Tetsuro or his father hearing. “The fact that your husband has a gem as precious as you doing housework, well…” he glanced back at Kuroo before returning his gaze to you, “that’s criminal”
Your face warmed at his closeness, coupled with his shameless compliment but you were able to keep collected, laughing at the silly thought of being a mere ‘gem’, lounging around the house all day.
“Thank you for your concern Mr. Oikawa, but I’m afraid I’d go insane if all I did was sit and look pretty all day,” you replied, your amused smile seemingly brightening the whole floor.
“Wouldn’t we all!” Oikawa senior interjected, placing a firm hand on his troublemaker of a son’s shoulder. He couldn’t believe the complete shamelessness of his son. “Well,” he continued “We must be on our way. Perhaps my own gem will bring me some lunch! You’re one lucky man Mr. Kuroo.” He said, bringing your husband into the conversation for the first time.
You looked at your husband, only to find that despite the raised hair on the back of your neck, he wasn’t looking at you but at his client.
“Don’t I know it.” Tetsuro chuckled, his broad shoulders straightening as he prepared to bid his guests goodbye.
You watched in quiet awe as the man you married walked his client to the elevator, demanding the attention of the whole office with the way he dominated the space, his carefree demeanor providing a startling change of pace that the cutthroat business often maintained.
You waited near the reception desk, not wanting to interfere anymore with your husband's duties. You hoped that you hadn’t caused too much trouble as is.
Little did you know the trouble that you had caused though, as the three men walked away from you, Kuroo tried to steer the focus of the two men, mostly the younger, away from you and back onto a more acceptable topic.
When the three finally got to the elevator, Oikawa senior got in first, insisting that he take you and Kuroo out for dinner sometime as he pressed the lobby button and motioned for his son to follow.
Kuroo thought that with that, he was off the hook, but Oikawa Tooru of course couldn’t leave without getting the last word in.
“Hell of a wife Tetsuro….” He said, low enough to where his father couldn’t hear but the dark-haired businessman could.
“She is….” Kuroo agreed, his eyes narrowing at Tooru.
“I could use one just like her.”
“Oh,” Tetsuro replied stiffly, not sure whether he should be livid or relieved that Oikawa finally dropped the act, pretty much admitting what he was really getting at. “It’s too bad…she’s one of a kind.”
He thought it best to at least try to keep the exchange light, to at least act like he didn’t know what Oikawa was trying to say.
“I’ll say…”
The wink that followed the comment made Tetsuro’s eye twitch. His fists tightened at his sides as the heir to the Oikawa corporation just chuckled, following his father into the elevator, muttering “one of a kind”, barely loud enough to hear, but plenty loud enough to make Kuroo briskly turn and stalk towards his office, his carefree facade gone as he stared at your back, still patiently waiting at his receptionist’s desk.
“What a surprise.” He said, catching your attention as his hand wrapped around your waist, guiding you through the open doors of his office.
You went with the motion, not able to see his face, but definitely able to hear the tension in his voice. Thinking it was because of your actions, you began to apologize.
“Tetsuro… I’m so sorry. I just wanted to bring you a quick bite to eat. I was just gonna be in and out. If I thought that ever in a million years that I’d run into someone as important as that I wouldn’t have shown up like this!” You muttered, your sentences anxious and rushed. You felt terrible, and you knew that Tetsuro must’ve felt humiliated.
The man behind you stayed silent, guiding you towards his desk before leaving you in front of it as he went to sit behind it.
“Tomorrow, my love, when you bring me my lunch, I’d like for you to at least wear your ring. To avoid any….”, his hands laced together under his chin as his eyes scanned your body, stopping on your breasts, “unwelcome attention.”
“Are you mad?” your voice was almost a whisper as his eyes met yours, revealing the aggravated look on his face.
“Not at you my love…” he assured, rolling away from his desk slightly and opening his arms, inviting you to take your seat on his lap. He sighed as you sat down, his chin resting on your shoulder as he inspected the food you began pulling out of the bag, “never at you…”
“I’m glad,” you sighed happily, relaxing against his thighs as you prepared his meal “I was actually going to-”
“But-” he interrupted, his head turning on your shoulder until his lips pressed against your ear, “I fear that my pride has been challenged by Mr. Tooru Oikawa.”
Your stomach twisted with the name. You were foolish to think your husband would let you forget that whole situation.
“Challenged?” You questioned, “you really think your pride can be challenged?”
Kuroo chuckled against your neck, he knew what you were doing. He knew this was your lame attempt at self-preservation.
“Yes…and I believe that it needs some… .encouragement .”
You felt his nose bump your jaw.
“ Hmmm , I wonder whatever that means…” you hummed, your head gently lolling to expose more of your throat to him, to which he took as an invitation, his hot lips working against it.
“Maybe a little morale boost, ” he responded, a hand trailing up your torso until it came to rest on your neck, his fingers lightly digging into the flesh, pushing it to expose more of your throat.
“Perhaps,” you drawled, standing up before turning to straddle your husband's lap, grateful to the lack of armrests on his office chair, “I can be of some assistance Mr. Kuroo.”
You bit your lip as you stared down at your husband’s heady gaze, you sighed at the feeling of his palms resting on your ass, his long fingers massaging into the sweatpant-clad skin.
“That’s what I hoped you would say Mrs. Kuroo.”
You shook your head, your own hands coming up to cup your husband’s jaw as you teasingly lowered your mouth onto his. And almost just as soon as the kiss started, you were pulling your lips away, allowing them to hover near Tetsuro’s as he let out a groan.
“You’re such a tease.” he grumbled, “You know that?”
You giggled in response, leaning further away despite his protests. You knew that his lunch break was nearing an end and he’d yet to eat anything.
“You need to eat darling,” you whispered, your hands not leaving his face as his lips turned to kiss your palm.
“I know exactly what I want to eat right now,” he mumbled, his hand quickly raising and coming down against your ass cheek, making you jump before swatting him as he laughed.
“Come on…” you said, trying to pry his hands from your body as you slid off of his lap.
“Come onnn….” he replied, pouting at you as you began to gather your things. “I was just starting to enjoy myself.”
You rolled your eyes before offering him one last quick kiss.
“You need to eat darling.” you pushed, waking to the door of his office, turning back to look at him one last time just to find his gaze locked on your ass.
You cleared your throat, causing your husband to look back up at you, a wolfish grin on his face.
“I’ll see you at home. Love you.”
Kuroo sighed, finally accepting that this was goodbye.
“Thank you for lunch, my love. I love you.”
You waved one last time before walking out of his office, leaving him to eat all alone. He thought back to minutes ago, to that bastard Oikawa Tooru. How could a measly little brat like him come with such a big attitude? Someone needs to give him a little dose of his own medicine, Tetsuro thought.
Someone….
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“My love….”
“My love….”
You felt Tetsuro’s lips against your temple as you grumbled out a complaint, rolling over in your bed to hide your face away from your pestering husband.
“My love… I’m leaving for work.” He whispered, his upper body wrapping around yours as he embraced your lying form as well as he could, steeling himself as to not get lost in your pillowy outline.
You hummed, decided it probably best to wish him goodbye, you could always go back to sleep once he’d left. You turned around in his grasp, your half-lidded eyes meeting his.
“Love you,” you grumbled, your voice still rough with sleep. You offered Tetsuro a kiss, which he happily accepted before pulling away, stroking your cheek as he smiled down at you.
“My love…”
You hummed in response.
“Do you know what I would love more than anything today?” He asked gently
You hummed again.
“I’d love for my gorgeous wife to bring me another delicious lunch…. Will my gorgeous baby do that for me?” Tetsuro’s hand never left your face, his thumb drawing circles under your eye as your morning brain tried to process his request.
You nodded sleepily. You could get excited over the fact your silly little husband wanted you to bring him his lunch again later, for now, sleep.
“And my love…” he continued, his eyes drifting over to the outfit that he’d laid out for you “I would love it if you wore the outfit I picked for you… I think your body will find it quite agreeable.” He mumbled, just imagining your plush figure strutting into his office, wearing HIS outfit, delivering HIS lunch.
“Can you do that my love?”
You nodded, muttering out in agreement before kissing him goodbye one last time before he stood to full height and left the room.
When the clock reached 10 am you decided to finally pull yourself out of bed and make your husband lunch. You decided that today you would make him something yourself rather than pick something up, after all, you still wanted to make up for the incident that had happened a few days ago. Since then Kuroo hadn’t asked you to bring him his lunch, so you were slightly surprised this morning at the proposal.
Nevertheless, you were eager to please your husband so you made his favorite meal, packed it all neatly, and went back to your room to get dressed in the outfit he’d set out for you.
Your face warmed as you looked down at the outfit, embarrassed and confused as to what game your husband was trying to play.
You picked up the red lingerie set, the thin, lacy material soft under your fingers. You couldn’t believe that Tetsuro wanted you to wear this? Does that mean he wanted you to do your makeup as well? To get all dolled up?
You considered it for a moment. It wasn’t like you didn’t have the time. You still had over an hour before you needed to leave for his office.
You sighed, deciding that you’d humor your husband, after all, there must’ve been some reason that he wanted you to wear that outfit.
Another hour later and you were primed and ready to leave, your hair and makeup neatly done and your body carefully shaved, moisturized, and dressed in a thigh-length, black ruffle dress, black sandal heels, and ruby adorned accessories that matched the racy lingerie underneath.
You wouldn't lie, despite the inconvenience of dolling yourself up, you felt like a princess. Or at the very least you felt like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman.
So you gathered your things, along with your husband’s lunch, and set out towards his office, curious to know what was in store for you when you got there.
But as soon as you got there, you saw exactly why your husband asked you to dress up. The reason turned to greet you as you entered your husband's office after being called in by the raven-haired man.
You could barely hide the disapproving scowl you wanted to shoot at your husband as you warmly greeted Oikawa Tooru.
Your husband just smiled, a devious smirk that quickly fell as soon as the brown-haired bastard pulled you in for a hug, watching as his client’s hands fell a little too far down your back.
“Tooru…” you smiled, drawing away from the man and walking towards your husband to deliver his lunch. “What brings you here?” you asked politely, setting the packed food down on the edge of your husband's desk before stepping out of range of his hands as a precaution.
“Ahh, missed me did you?” Tooru drawled, leaning back into his chair as he admired the view. You were right when you told him you cleaned up well. You looked heavenly and the lunch you’d carried in with you smelled heavenly.
The perfect wife … he mused.
“How could I not?” You answered playfully, ignoring your husband's warning look. “I was just dropping in to deliver Tetsuro his lunch, I didn’t mean to interrupt.”
“you…Interrupt?” Oikawa grinned, his amused eyes glancing back at your husband, “never”
You couldn’t say you were unaware of the silent battle happening between the two men in the room. You knew that Tetsuro could be quite…childish when it came to certain things…. Especially when it came to you… but to see that Oikawa was just as ballsy as your husband was worrying, to say the least.
“I’ll just go the-”
“No.” Tetsuro cut you off, his hand catching yours, purposefully taking your hand and displaying your glistening wedding ring to Tooru, who barely held back a scoff. “Sit my love, I’m almost done with this after you can eat with me.”
You sighed internally but decided it was better to just abide by your stubborn husband’s desires.
“Alright. Please don’t let me distract you then.” You mumbled politely as you took the seat in the other chair across from your husband, next to Tooru.
Thankfully, the men left it at that and resumed talking business, letting you tune the conversation out as you busied yourself on your phone.
You didn’t notice how the conversation shifted, how the men’s stupid little battle of glances towards you resumed. Oikawa’s eyes challenged Kuroo’s as you mindlessly sat there, obediently waiting for your husband to be ready to eat with you.
Tetsuro reached under his desk and into his pocket thumbing the small remote he’d slipped in there this morning.
Your eyes widened as you suddenly sat straight up in your chair, attracting both men's gazes towards you.
“Something wrong?” Oikawa asked, his tone innocent as he watched you with what seemed to be concern.
You cleared your throat, your face heating up from humiliation as you heard the small sound of buzzing coming from between your legs. You quickly crossed them before glaring at your husband, not able to hide the small intake of breath as your panties vibrated against your cunt.
“Not at all,” you softly replied, not brave enough to meet the gaze of the businessman.
“As I was saying Mr. Kuroo,” Oikawa continued, suppressing a grin as he heard a change in the vibration patterns, watching you try to suppress your squirming in his peripheral.
“If my company is to even consider business with yours, we need to be shown proof of ample… payoff.”
Your eyes got impossibly wider at the words. There was no way, no fucking way for him to know what was happening. Was there?
“Of course…” your husband responded, leaning back in his chair as his eyes never left your body.
How much? He wondered. How much could you take before you started shaking? He could already see your thighs twitching as they tried to inconspicuously press themselves together, squishing the soft flesh in the most taunting way.
“Mrs. Kuroo,” Oikawa suddenly said, causing your wide gaze to snap towards him, revealing the panicked, half parted look of your lips. “I suddenly feel that I’m far from ready to leave. Is there any way you could retrieve me a drink?”
You began to stand, your ankles wanting to shake as you bit your lip, feeling your husband increase the level.
“On the contrary Mr. Oikawa,” your husband started, smirking at his hungry eyes, taking in the shaky sway of your hips as you walked towards the corner of the room to retrieve his client's request. “I’m afraid that only current partners have certain… perks. I’ll have to ask you to leave now. I’ll have my secretary send you the necessary paperwork.
You were so distracted with trying to keep yourself composed that with your back turned, you didn’t see the way that Oikawa abruptly stood from his seat, his jaw-dropping at Tetsuro’s dismissal.
“Bullshit.” he hissed, “you can’t kick me out now .”
Tetsuro laughed, leaning forward in his chair.
“As I said, if only you were a partner.” his fake frown mocked the brunette as he gaped, his eyes glancing back and forth between your unsteady figure and your husband's smug one.
“Perhaps” Tetsuro whispered, “one day you’ll find some adequate…. payoff … unfortunately I tend to keep my assets to myself.”
“It was great to see you, Mr. Oikawa!” Tetsuro said loudly, catching your attention as you practically had to brace yourself against his office bar, “If you’ll please alert my secretary not to disturb my wife and me. After all, I have a delicious meal to eat.”
Oikawa sputtered for a second, looking incredulously at your smug bastard husband. He glanced back up at you, his breath nearly leaving his body at the desperate look on your face as you tried pathetically to bite back the small noises trying to leave your throat.
God Dammit! he thought, looking at your fingers that gripped the counter of the bar. He could only imagine how wet you were at the moment, how you’d burst into tears any second, begging to be filled. He seethed at the thought that he wouldn’t be able to witness it all because of your bastard husband.
“ This. ” He said darkly, leaning towards Tetsuro, his threatening gaze matching the intensity of the raven-haired man’s humored stare, “is far from over.”
Without another word, the brunette stormed out of your husband's office.
You cried out in relief and finally allowed your body to relax, mindlessly twitching as the vibrations against your clit got stronger and stronger.
“You!” you gasped, pointing an accusing finger towards your husband. You should’ve known that something was up as soon as that motherfucker had convinced you to bring him his lunch today. You couldn’t believe that he would do that to you, humiliate you like that.
You stormed towards him on unstable legs, jabbing a finger into his chest as he stood and tried to take you in his arms, having the audacity to laugh.
Before you could start yelling at him, the sneaky bastard pressed his thumb to the remote, increasing the speed again, effectively shutting you up. Your hands fisted on his chest as a quiet whine betrayed you, slipping out.
“What’s wrong, my love?” Tetsuro asked, his tone taunting as his hands went to grip your hips.
“Y-you-” you tried to spit out, unable to focus on breathing and speaking at the same time as the vibrations in your panties overtook your mind.
“ Ohh no ..” Tetsuro tutted, looking down on you like a predator and his prey “aren’t you glad I asked Mr. Oikawa to leave my love, wouldn’t want him to see you like this would we?”
You tried to push him away.
“Yeah…. Couldn’t let that bastard see my pretty baby like this, could I? No matter how much he wanted to.” Tetsuro whispered against the shell of your ear, his fingers pressing into your hips harder.
“ Tetsu -” you gasped, a small whimper coming out of your mouth as you felt the slick feeling of your panties soaking through.
“What do you need, Baby?” Tetsuro asked, his arms gently turning you in his hold, pressing himself against your ass, letting you feel his rock-hard cock against your plump ass.
“You, Tetsu… need you …” you pleaded, your face burning with humiliation as you allowed your husband to gently bend you over his desk.
“ Shhh Baby …” Tetsuro crooned, his hands firmly spreading your legs for him as his fingers pressed hot circles into your thighs. “ I’ll take care of you. ”
You whined as he bunched up your dress, exposing your bare ass to him, the only clothing protecting your cunt from him being that flimsy vibrating thong that he’d tricked you into wearing.
“ Shit baby …” he groaned, his hand coming down loudly against your ass, making you squeal as you prayed that his office was soundproof. “You looked so pretty for me… all dolled up just for me…”
You wanted to roll your eyes, remind him that this was all his doing. But as you felt his clothed cock rub against your ass, all you could do was nod.
“ Yeah ….” Tetsuro whispered, his hands kneading you, alternating between a bruising massage and light slaps that made you jerk against his desk “it's too bad you let that asshole see you like this baby. He couldn't take his eyes off of you, off of my baby.”
You drilled your eyes close at the thought of Oikawa’s hungry stare, the poor man had played right into your husband’s hand.
“I bet all he wanted to do was fuck my baby. Fuck my baby in front of me….. isn’t that mean baby? He’s mean for wanting to fuck your little pussy… my pussy.”
You felt your husband's fingers travel beneath you, reaching around your body to press against your drenched panties. He drug his fingers against them, making your pussy twitch at the teasing touch, making it even slicker.
“Did you want him to fuck your pussy baby? Did you want his cock inside your pretty little cunt Baby?”
He waited for your response, watching your back heave as your top half lay against his paperwork.
When the response never came, he had no choice but to take the sides of your panties and quickly roll them down your legs, effectively taking the small vibratory off of your pussy, robbing you of any relief, causing you to whine out a protest before his hand smacked your ass, quieting you.
“Answer me my love.” he scolded.
“ No..never, ” you promised, your hips attempting to press back against your husband, trying to find some stimulation after losing the sensation on your clit.
“You never wanted his cock?” He asked, his hand snaking back down towards your now bare cunt.
“No!” You gasped as his middle and ring fingers pressed into you, his thumb grinding down against your clit.
“For not wanting his cock my love, you sure do look at him like a little whore.” He mumbled into your ear, his fingers working into you, using your own wetness to guide the digits in and out smoothly.
Tetsuro could feel his cock straining against the pants of his expensive suit, the head of it weeping as your greedy pussy clenched around his fingers. He knew that you wanted more, that his cock had trained you to need it and only it. He knew that you couldn’t get off on his fingers alone anymore, and yet still he chose to torture you with pleasure that would always prove to have no satisfactory end.
“ My love ” he whispered. His fingers stilling in you, much to your dismay. “My lunch is going to get cold.”
Your eyes widened at the thought of him leaving you high and dry like that, the thought of him contently going to eat his lunch, leaving you needy and desperate.
“ Tetsuuu… ” you whined, one of your hands blindly reaching back to massage his cock through his pants, pulling a light chuckle from his chest as he went to stop you, his fingers interlacing with your on top of his desk as his other hand continued its endeavors.
“Yes my love”
“I want you….” you breathed, feeling your husband lean down and press his lips to the back of your neck, pushing his cock further against your ass and his fingers deeper into your walls.
“Here my love? On my desk?” He teased, the tips of his fingers pressing up into your pretty spot as your breathing quickened at his lewd observation of the situation.
“Yes… please. .” you whined, keening at the feeling of your approaching orgasm that both you and your husband knew would never come unless he finally gave you his cock.
Without another word, Tetsuro pulled his fingers out of your now dripping cunt, not bothering to wipe them off as he unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out, using your arousal to pump himself, readying his cock for you.
“ Fuck ..” he groaned, watching your juices string between his fingers as he dipped them into your cunt before using it to coat his dick more.
You moaned in anticipation, clenching around nothing as you heard the wet sounds of his fist pumping his cock as it neared your entrance.
“ Tetsuu- ” you begged, feeling the fat head of it pushing against your entrance as he leaned back down, pressing his solid chest against your back.
“You ready Baby?” He asked, his dick twitching against you as he breathed in your perfume, tilting your face back into a hungry kiss.
“ Mhmm” you moaned against his mouth, your lips parting in a silent gasp as his thick cock quickly pressed into you, not wasting any time in sheathing itself within your walls.
“ Shit… ” Tetsuro gasped, standing straight up as he decided that slow was just impossible at the moment.
“I’m gonna fuck you nice and fast Baby… you want that ? You want me to fuck you nice and hard?”
You keened, grinding your ass back against his hips in approval, your head nodding against his desk.
“ Please …” you begged, “hard and fast Tetsu..”
Tetsuro groaned before his hips involuntarily started slamming into you, the loud slaps quickly filling his office as his mind focused in on fucking you.
As he slammed into you, his mind unavoidably wandered back to Tooru Oikawa. That smug bastard… if only he could hear you now. Underneath your husband and babbling about how much you loved his cock… about how much you needed his cock.
He knew that it was cruel to set Oikawa up like that, to give him a cruel little preview of his lunch break, to give him a cruel glimpse into the complete paradise he experienced in you.
But he deserved it, Tetsuro thought. He deserved getting absolutely fucking blue balled like that for looking at you like that… his wife.
He couldn't find it in himself to feel bad, not with the way your pathetic little pussy was sucking him in with every thrust as you whined and cried and begged for him against his desk.
“Shit.” he muttered, “Want you to ride my cock baby, wanna ride my cock for me?” He asked, quickly pulling out of you.
“Please!” you cried, whimpering as his cock left your cunt. You quickly turned to find him already in his office chair, his long legs spread as his pants fell around his ankles. Without having to be asked twice, you climbed onto him, your own thighs drowning his lap as you sank back down onto his cock, the sight concealed by the tulle skirt of your dress.
“Fuck ” Tetsuro hissed, his jaw clenching at the feeling of you as you fervently began bouncing on his thighs, your nails digging into his blazer-covered shoulders as you completely used him for your own pleasure, chasing your high with no regard to him.
Not that he needed your special attention, the weight of you coming down against him with every bounce was enough to make him cum on the spot. The look on your face as you stared at him with blown-out pupils, the small line of drool running down your chin as you fucked yourself dumb.
Fuck he thought, letting his head fall over the back of his office chair as he let himself get swallowed up in the pleasure. Drowning in the feeling of your pussy milking him as you continuously bounced up and down.
“ Tetsu …” you panted, your lips finding the opportunity to latch onto his throat, your teeth grazing against his adams apple as you ground yourself against him, feeling your high rising within your abdomen.
“You need me to do it for you my love?” he asked, sensing that you were tired after such a long time of bouncing on him. You let out a little whine, letting your forehead fall into the crease of his shoulder as you felt him lift you off of his cock, guiding you back to lay over the edge of his desk.
“Are you ready baby?” he questioned, to which you responded with a desperate nod, urging him to fuck you off of that sweet ledge.
Before you could beg again, Tetsuro’s hips were slamming back into your ass with a renewed pace, so hard that you could hear nothing but the sound of skin on skin as you could feel his balls slapping against your clit, making you cry out.
“
Fuckkk
…” you moaned, your hands trying to grasp onto anything on his desk top, coming up empty.
Tetsuro just folded over you, his fingers lacing between yours as he began to whisper in your ear, attempting to bring about your orgasm as he felt the familiar feeling of his balls beginning to tense, getting ready to pump you full of his cum.
Your head was spinning with all of Tetsuro’s sweet mumblings in your ear, telling you how pretty you looked… how good you felt around his cock… how proud he was of you… how much he loved you.
It was all too much, you could feel yourself beginning to lose it as you begged your husband to go faster, to pound into you harder.
“Are you close, my love?” he panted against your ear, his fingers gripping your soft sides so hard that you’d surely wake up the next morning with purple imprints.
All you could do was nod, crying about how good his cock felt, how much you wanted to cum for him.
“You wanna cum for me, Baby?”
You nodded, desperately needing him to push you off of that cliff.
“You wanna be a good Baby and cum for me?” he grunted.
“ Yes!” you cried, “ wanna be good for you!”
Tetsuro felt his balls drawing up, all he needed to cum was the feeling of your pussy clenching around him, that’s all he needed.
“Go ahead my love…” he cooed, his fingers taking your chin and forcing your mouth back against his “you can cum now,” he said into your mouth, finally allowing that rubber band in your stomach to snap.
You started to shake as you cried out, your orgasm coming in brutal waves as you felt Tetsuro empty himself into you. Your hips moved on their own as you continued to use your husband to work yourself through your high, loving the way he hissed as his cock quickly became overstimulated.
“ Shhh my love… ” he hushed you as you cried, stilling your hips against his desk as you still shook from the after effects of your orgasm.
“ Shhh… you did so well my love… my beautiful wife…. you did so good .” he soothed, gently pulling out and crouching down to admire his work.
You heard his desk drawer open before feeling cold plastic against your entrance. You gasped as your husband pressed a small diamond studded plug into your pussy, sliding your panties back up to hold the accessory in place.
Tetsuro didn’t want you to waste a single drop, the next time the Oikawa would see you, he’d be in for quite the surprise if Tetsuro could help it.
He stood, letting your dress fall back around your thighs as if nothing had happened. You heard him fix himself behind you before he sat back down, pulling you onto his now clothed lap.
“Are you okay my love?” he asked, his arms coming around you to attempt to straighten up his desk again, retrieving the forgotten lunch pack from the floor.
You nodded. Slowly trying to process the events of the last 45 minutes as your husband began to happily dig into his favorite home cooked meal. Every few seconds he’d coax your mouth open, encouraging you to eat each bite he offered, rubbing comforting circles in your back as you both enjoyed the food.
“Tetsuro…” you mumbled after a particularly large bite, your wide, still watery eyes looking back towards your husband.
“Yes my love?” he asked, contently focused on enjoying his delicious post-quickie meal.
“Did Tooru know what was happening to me?”
Tetsuro hummed.
“You didn’t happen to plan him being in the room for so long. Did you, my darling?”
No response
You sighed, your face beginning to burn again as you relived the humiliation of your husband's business partner watching you struggle with vibrating panties.
“I think… my love …” you mumbled, taking the fork from your husband and finishing off his meal.
You got up, gathering your things silently, checking yourself in the mirror, rubbing at any smudged makeup, taming your hair with your fingers. You went to leave, deciding your husband needed to get back to his oh so important business deals.
“I think..” you continued, pressing a sweet kiss to your husband's lips before stopping in the doorway. “That someone will be sleeping on the couch tonight.”
With that you left him, speechless and still hungry. And yet somehow, he couldn't bring himself to regret any of it.
His mind wandered back to the pretty diamond plug.
The couch … he mused… not while that pretty piece of jewelry was waiting for part two.