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The firm’s office was still, cold, unwelcoming in a sense. It was something akin to a hospital. And in a way it was—clients came in for help (legal, but nonetheless, help), and everyone lost their minds at one point. That’s what everyone told you. When you walked in two months ago: shiny new intern who still had a little light in her eyes and a bounce in her walk. Fresh out of law school, suits pressed and with a faint scent of powdery femininity, to the experienced lawyers in the firm, this was the sight of naivety. You were but a young girl who didn’t understand how the world really worked.
It didn’t bother you much that the older lawyers didn’t take you as seriously as you’d like. “They’re just jealous that I’m not completely miserable and bitter yet,” you would think as they made snarky remarks when you passed them in the halls or got your hopes up when they said they had a task for you, only for it to be the third coffee run of the day. It didn’t bother you because, yes, they are envious, and because not everyone undermined your presence in the law firm.
Hiromi Higuruma. A senior lawyer with loads of experience in the field. Well-respected, charismatic in court—serious about his job in a way that made it feel manageable, not tense. It seemed that he was the only one who took you seriously.
“Y/N, how do you think we should proceed?” he would ask when you dropped documents at his desk and caught a glimpse of his current case. “Your optimism is needed in a field like this,” he’d say softly, for only you to hear when someone rolled their eyes at your input. Comments as such were littered casually, like it was a good thing you came along, regardless of experience.
He was handsome, too; it would be absurd to look at him and think the opposite. The way his dark locks would be neatly styled when he came in the mornings, only to end up tousled and undone by the end of the late nights in just the right way. When you stood behind him in a court hearing, your eyes would often trace the curvature of his nose bridge, so perfectly sculpted and defined. God knows if he was giving the death penalty, but hey, he looked good doing so. And those eyes—so exhausted and almost solemn in a way, along with the furrow between his brows that would settle when facing an especially hard case. You sometimes wondered if his brows would relax if you kissed that wrinkle between them, if his eyes would flutter close, and a shaky breath of relief would escape his throat-
“Y/N? No need to ponder so much about it. ‘Tis but a simple yes or no question.”
Ripped out of your thoughts, you shook your head, heat spreading from your cheeks as you looked at the computer screen in front of you to distract from your lack of attention on the subject. “I’m sorry, Mr. Higuruma. Could you repeat the question? I seem to have gotten distracted,” you bashfully said. Gosh, at a law firm? Not the time and place.
“Will his argument hold up in court?” Higuruma asked, eyes turning to look into yours. Your eyes remained on the screen to reread the data in the case, but from the corner of your eye, you saw Higuruma’s intense gaze, as if he wanted you to respond a certain way, as if there was a right answer.
“No. He contradicts himself not even a couple of sentences later. He confessed, yes, but his words later don’t match that.” You pointed at the computer screen, tracing the words and pointing out the contradictions. You hear Higuruma chuckle lowly, your words trailing off to look at him. Was it not the answer he was looking for? You looked down at the keyboard, looking for any error in your mind—there was none, that you knew of at least.
“That’s what I thought,” Higuruma said softly. Oh. He was testing you. And it looked like you passed his test, despite being… distracted earlier. “Mr. Watanabe, have Y/N on the case with us.” Both your and the other senior lawyer’s eyes widened, surprise taking over your face at Higuruma’s suggestion—no, command.
“With all due respect, I don’t think that’s sensible… She’s been here for what, two months? That’s barely enough time to learn the ways of the firm, much less go into the field!” You couldn’t help but agree with the lawyer. Sure, you graduated from a good law school with phenomenal grades, and that knowledge was still fresh in your mind. You had watched enough trials and hearings to know exactly how this firm does things, but to work directly on a real-life case? You thought they’d give you another year to prepare.
“She knows her stuff. And she noticed right away what we couldn’t before. Besides, we won’t push her to do too much right now. She’ll just sit in on discussions and flag inconsistencies, mostly,” Higuruma explained. He looked at you sitting next to him, as if trying to figure out why you were nervous. “She’s a lot more capable than you think, Mr. Watanabe,” he added, eyes never leaving you. A light hue of red tinted your cheeks, causing you to look back down at the keyboard. There it was. The gentle, yet firm tone of his voice when complimenting your skills. He said it like it was a fact. Every time, he praises your intellect and attitude as if it’s not surprising, like everyone would be crazy to disagree with you.
“Y/N, prepare for lots of late nights and painful meetings. We’re counting on you more than you think.” With that, Higuruma stood up to leave the conference room, but not before giving your chair a light spin. Everyone in the room seemed to look at both you and Higuruma, dumbfounded, with a hint of envy at the fact that he already held you in such high regard.
And that's how the next couple of weeks went. You were practically running around the office. Although this time it wasn’t for measly coffee runs or to fetch the freshly printed document that the senior lawyers could easily get with two steps. You were relaying information to the other lawyers on the team, revising and correcting their data. One of the seniors on the case team tried sending you on a coffee run, but Higuruma subtly shut him down, saying you were too busy helping him.
With the trial getting closer and closer, tension in the office was building. It was affecting the typically composed and careful lawyer that Higuruma was. You noticed it in the way he was taking longer than usual to read the documents you’d drop at his desk, the way his eyes would linger on his computer screen before turning to give you his full attention when you spoke, the way he’d throw his head back on his chair and rub his face as if it’d rub away all his worries.
One particular night, you and Higuruma stayed behind at the office later than anticipated. Everyone had gone home once the sun started to set, leaving just you and the older lawyer in the empty building to continue working. The only light source in the room was a desk lamp emitting dim, warm light. It had probably been there for years, and the dimness was probably due to its bulb slowly dying.
Higuruma ran his fingers through his now messy hair, exhaustion evident in the way he sighed and rubbed his temples as he read through the case files. The sleeves of his collared shirt were rolled up to his elbows, his tie loose around his neck from the heavy day. “Seems like the only option at this point is to plead guilty. He confessed, there’s no way around that.” His voice was tiredly low when he spoke, his gaze stuck on the documents in front of him.
You looked up from your screen, not saying a word. It was obvious that Higuruma was over this case. You understood, this was an especially hard one, of course even the most experienced would crack under the pressure. Still, your job was to not only protect the law, but to serve the people and do everything in your power to provide justice. “With all due respect, Mr. Higururma, I think you’re wrong.”
Dark brown eyes finally met yours, and the silence after that was almost deafening. You swore it could probably swallow you whole. You averted your gaze, searching in your mind for something to follow your statement with. “I mean, yes, he confessed, but the amount of inconsistencies in his statement can’t be ignored. And with all the evidence we have, I can’t help but think he was coerced. He wasn’t even aware of counsel until after questioning.” You stood up with your documents, walking over to Higuruma’s desk to show him your notes and the areas you highlighted. He looked at you with that tired gaze, finally opening his mouth to speak.
“I’ll speak to the others about this. Go home, it’s late.”
You couldn’t tell if what he said was good or bad. The documents fell from your hands to his desk, your palms gripping the wood. “Sir, you’ll think about it at least? Yes, it’ll take a bit more work, but we’re not on a one-way street-”
“No, you’re right. I just… I’m tired,” he admitted. He was serious about his job, stoic at times, even. Surprised at the vulnerability, you stepped back from his desk with a nod. He seemed to have listened to you, so if needed, you’ll just revisit the subject tomorrow. There was still a little less than a week before the trial.
As you began to walk back to your desk to gather your things, you felt a rough hand on your forearm. You turned to see Higuruma, just as surprised to have reached out to you like that. His grip was soft before it trailed down your arm, falling to his side again, as if he realized what he was touching. “I’m sorry, Y/N. You… I just,” he cleared his throat, “thank you for the valuable input. I’ll review the possibilities and talk to the others. Please, do go home. It’s incredibly late.”
With a nod, you turned around, heading in the original direction of your desk. You quietly packed away your things, but from the corner of your eye, you could see Higuruma with his hand on his temples again. You mumbled a short I’ll see you tomorrow, sir, before closing the office door behind you. The events replayed in your mind. You had never seen Higuruma like that, so tired and so, so vulnerable. You just hoped he’d be in top performance the day of the trial.
During a team meeting, Higuruma, back to his outwardly professional and stern demeanor, presented the suggestion you had given him two nights ago. You were met with many eye-rolls, and are you sure? She hasn’t been here long-s. Nonetheless, everyone went along with it and started applying it to their reports because if Hiromi Higuruma said so, there was a reason for it. Ultimately, you were glad that your comment wasn’t out of line and that Higuruma really did consider it. It’d still be a while before everyone else saw reason in your words, but it was a start.
As everyone began to disperse back to their desks, Higurma walked over to you, grabbing your chair and turning it so you were facing him. “They’ll come around once they start working on it. We need you, they’re just stubborn.” He walked away, a small smile on his face as he ran his fingers through his hair.
We need you. Those words replayed like echoes in your mind as you walked back to your desk. He said it so nonchalantly, and that’s what always got you. Those words, along with his quiet vulnerability two nights ago, stirred something within you. He had always seen your potential and had defended you from the scrutiny of the other lawyers, but ever since that night, the air around you shifted. He was a lot more comfortable, he smiled at you from time to time, and it seemed like the exhaustion lifted from his eyes just a little bit.
You went back to your desk, tasked with reviewing more reports and files. You tried to focus on your job, your mind sometimes going back to the week’s events. That night, did he hold you back purely because he was tired and wasn’t thinking straight? It seemed like it caught him off guard as well once he realized, so it might’ve just been accidental. But what he said earlier, did he really mean that the team needed you? Or was he just saying that, and it was really only him that needed you-
“Y/N, wow. Are everyone’s reports really so bad that you have to erase everything?”
A soft, low voice ripped you out of your thoughts. You looked up to see Higuruma reaching over your chair, the sleeve of his suit brushing against your shoulder as he grabbed the mouse to press the ‘undo’ button. You hadn’t realized that in the midst of your internal crash-out, your pinkie had settled on the ‘backspace’ of the keyboard. “Just a few notes will suffice; they can fix their mistakes later,” Higuruma said. He gave you a small nod, a signal of are you okay?, and you nodded back before he walked away.
The day before the trial was the most tense you’d seen the office in your two months there. Everyone in your case team was running around the office, phones were constantly ringing, the sound made you dizzy after a couple of hours, and papers were practically flying all over the room. That was to be expected, though. Everyone wanted all the details in order to ensure a smooth trial, along with a guarantee to win.
Higuruma, though keeping his serious and collected facade, was no exception to the stressful environment. His dark circles were even more prominent today, hinting that he hadn’t slept the night before, or perhaps, the nights before. He was a lot more grounded than the rest of the team, though, which helped everyone be just on the brink of insanity, but not quite full panic.
You walked over to his desk, dropping off newly revised files with some subtle feedback between them. He briefly looked them over, mumbling a small thank you before averting his gaze back to his computer screen. As you began to walk away, he reached up to grab your forearm. The same spot. Just like that night. This time, he didn’t let go immediately, his eyes going back to yours again. “Y/N, could you stay after hours again? I want to go over some final details on how to proceed tomorrow, and your feedback would really help me.” Once you agreed, he let go of your arm and went back to micro-analyzing his data.
As usual, the staff in the building began to decrease when it got late. Lawyers in the team stayed a little later, but ultimately left before ungodly hours, leaving you, Higuruma, and piles of paperwork. Like the last time you worked together so late at night, the only light source was the dimming desk lamp. You two shared a desk, making it easier to confide in each other and share information.
A deep sigh escaped Higuruma, his hands on his face as he threw his head back on his chair. You turned to look at him, a hint of worry in your eyes. At this point, the trial was less than 12 hours away, and the pressure of it all was starting to set in Higuruma. “Should we take a break, Mr. Higuruma?” you suggested, your hands leaving your keyboard and your chair turning in his direction. He sat up straight again, shaking his head.
“No, no. It’s just… assume the judges don’t believe us. How do we convince them that he really was coerced?” Higuruma asked.
“Well… let’s not overcomplicate things. If you look at the reports, you can see that the timeline in his confession doesn’t match that of the witnesses' testimonies, or even his accomplice's. That should be enough to convince the judges, or at least let them know something’s off,” you explained, your fingers darting to different areas in the reports. You looked over at Higuruma, and he seemed to relax a bit. He slowly nodded, looking at the reports before looking back at you.
“Our argument gets stronger each time, thanks to you, Y/N,” he said, jotting down some notes. “Now, his timeline doesn’t match that of the others, yes, but will that be enough? Witnesses often remember different things and aren’t the most reliable, even if they witnessed the events firsthand. And what about his accomplice's statement? He could very much be trying to throw us off with his words.”
You thought for a moment, eyes scanning the documents in front of you. “You’re right, witnesses experience different events from the main perpetrators. If we dig a little deeper and analyze the way his accomplice talks in his statement, there’s one subtle, yet plausible explanation: the accomplice was behind it all, and he coerced our main perpetrator to commit the act, as well as confess,” you explained, going through your notes and pointing out things in the reports.
“Yes, we’ll need more evidence, but the trial will be long, so we can just work the details as more information is presented from either party,” you continued to explain. You looked up at Higuruma, finding that his eyes weren’t on your notes. They were on you.
“You really don’t miss a thing, don’t you?,” he said, voice low as his eyes remained glued on you. You couldn’t look away either, blood rushing to your face at his words. Higuruma looked at you for what seemed like hours until he spoke again, “I got it from here. You should head home. Tomorrow will be a long day.”
With a nod, you packed your things and stood up. Higuruma was focused on his documents again, as if that moment between you two hadn’t happened. You left the office, your heart pounding out of your chest. The nerves before the trial, along with the way Higuruma looked at you tonight, were quite the perfect combination for a sleepless night, you feared.
Contrary to how frantic everyone was at the office yesterday, they were extraordinarily collected today. Which is great; no one wants their legal team to be losing their minds in the courtroom. You noticed Higuruma waving you down from the other side of the room, and you walked over to him. “Don’t be nervous. This is your first real trial, but you’re mostly here just to listen in,” he said, adjusting his tie. You were indeed a bit nervous, as the case did take a turn when you stepped in, so it was like you were actively participating. You nodded at his words, and he patted your shoulder before walking into the room. Along with everyone on the team, you followed suit.
The trial was long, painful, and exhausting—it certainly made some of the lawyers on the team reconsider their career paths, but hey, the marginal benefits far outweigh the marginal costs. During intermissions, the team often asked for your advice. Maybe it was because you were the backbone of the claim, or maybe because they were finally taking you seriously. Either way, the attention made you giddy, as well as overwhelmed.
"The court found the defendant not guilty.”
Around you, sighs of relief were released all around you, everyone’s shoulders relaxing as the trial reached its end. Your muscles relaxed in your chair, your eyes immediately traveling to Higuruma. “Great job, everyone,” he said as he packed his things and led everyone out of the courtroom. As everyone discussed celebrating and going out for a team dinner, Higuruma only sent a small smile your way.
Cheers, laughs, and beer glasses clinking filled the atmosphere. Everyone discussed what had gone down at the courthouse, telling it like some sort of folk tale now that it was over. They thanked you for your help, some even apologized for scrutinizing you at one point. It was lovely, but you couldn’t help feeling a little left out. Conversations about previous trials, anecdotes about the firm from many years ago—it was hard for you to relate to that. After an hour or two, you politely congratulated the team and wished them a good night before making your way out of the restaurant.
It was springtime, yet the nighttime air still carried a chill that made you wish you had brought a spare jacket. You stood on the sidewalk, waiting for a cab to escort you back. A set of footsteps sounded behind you, before coming to a halt by your side. It was Higuruma, sleeves rolled up and tie undone, slightly crooked from the day’s events. He turned to you, greeting you with a nod. “Not feeling the party?”
You laughed softly, shaking your head. “It’s been fun, really. Just decided to get a head start on catching a cab on a Saturday night,” you said, pulling out your phone to check on the cab times.
“Come on, I’ll take you home. Like you said, it’s Saturday night, you’re going to be here hours before you can catch a ride,” Higuruma said, putting his suit jacket on. Your eyes widened in surprise, about to protest, but Higuruma’s car was so nearby that he was already holding the passenger side door open for you. You got in with a sigh, mumbling a thank you.
It was a silent ride. You’ve been alone with Higuruma plenty of times, but not in such close quarters, away from anything law-related. There was no need for him to test you, ask for advice, or inform you on hearings.
“Mr. Higuruma? Do you think we could stop by the firm? I want to get a head start on revising the next cases tomorrow, but I left the files at the office,” you said, breaking the silence. After everyone began to see your potential on this case, you didn’t want to waste any time slacking off. Higuruma gave you a nod, turning towards the firm.
After the trial had concluded, the office seemed strangely still. There were still documents and notes on every desk, but it felt strange knowing that on Monday, everything regarding this case would be tucked away in a folder, then in a cabinet somewhere. You rummaged through the papers on your desk, gathering the ones you wanted to study for the remainder of the weekend. Higuruma stood by your desk, patiently waiting on you.
“Y/N,” he broke the silence with your name. You looked up at him, focus interrupted. He ran his hand through his tousled dark locks with a sigh before looking at you. “You’re so incredibly remarkable, you know that?”
You set your documents back on your desk, staring at Higuruma for a moment. There he went again, praising you like it’s a matter-of-fact. You could never get used to it. Even right now, your legs felt a little wobbly, like they wouldn’t hold your body up for much longer.
“I mean, you come in one day, and just absolutely change the outcomes we were so certain about. You see things that I can’t see at times,” he continued, leaning down to meet you at eye-level, his palms on the wooden desk, dangerously close to where your own hands rested.
“I didn’t do all that much,” you responded with a sheepish smile. “You were the chief counsel for this case; you did much more.” Your fingers crept forward, accidentally brushing Higuruma’s. You didn’t move your hand, though. Now that he was so close to you, looking anywhere else but in his eyes didn’t seem like an option.
Higuruma chuckled softly, shaking his head. “Oh, please. I just gave a couple of orders. You were the mastermind behind it all.” His voice had lowered a bit, just above a whisper. The office was empty, but still, his words were only for you, not even for the walls. A beat of silence settled between you for a second before Higuruma opened his mouth again. “I meant it when I said I needed you.”
It felt like everything around you faded away at his words. “Did you...?” you whispered, your fingers inching forward on the desk, touching his hand more properly. You could hear the way he breathed in this proximity, and you could even hear how he swallowed when your hands made contact.
“More than you know,” he said, his gaze never leaving yours. Your hand unconsciously moved away from him, and he immediately caught your wrist with his rougher one. His grip wasn’t, but he looked down as if surprised by his own action and loosened it.
You didn’t let him get away. Your finger traced his wrist where it held your own, your face inching closer to his. Gosh, if he didn’t want this as much as you did, you’d go insane. “May I proceed?” you whispered.
Higuruma didn’t answer. He simply pressed his forehead to yours, gazing at your lips. You had permitted him, but he was still hesitating, as if it would be a crime for him to indulge in you. You closed the distance, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. You could feel his jaw tense up beneath your lips, a sigh escaping him before he cupped your cheek and properly pressed his lips to yours.
You both stayed like that, lips moving slowly and carefully. Your hands trailed up his side until they reached the back of his neck, attempting to tangle your fingers in those dark locks. He pulled away so suddenly, catching your wrist in his hand. You furrowed your brows, a slight hint of disappointment beginning to brew inside you.
“We shouldn’t, Y/N,” he simply said. You pulled your hand away, looking down at the desk. You heard him sigh, and you looked back at him, his hands running through his hair. His eyes met yours, and he spoke again. “Not here. I’d be no more than an animal.”
You slowly nodded before suggesting your place. You did agree with him. You had imagined this countless times, and you’d be damned if it took place on a hard, messy desk.
The drive home was a silent one, but the unspoken tension lingered. Higuruma had his hand on your thigh, closer to your knee as if to keep a safe distance, but the contact was a promise to you.
Once your apartment’s door was closed, you wasted no time finding his lips. He kissed you with more fervor than at the office, his hands tracing circles on your hips as he pulled you closer to him. Your hands found his shoulders, trying to slip off his suit jacket before he caught your hands, pulling away from you, once again.
“Y/N, please tell me. Are you sure about this?” his voice was quiet, almost begging you to reject him. Not because he didn’t want you—gosh no—the looks he would give you at the office tell you that wasn’t the case. The hold on your hips was still strong, trying to steady himself. You knew that for him, giving in to you might as well be his death sentence.
You pulled him down, pressing your lips to his so softly. “I don’t want you to hold back,” you said without so much as a shake in your voice.
That seemed to snap something in Higuruma. His hands moved to cup your cheeks, and he closed the distance with such hunger. His tongue traced your lips, asking for entrance, which you so happily granted. His tongue was controlled, careful even. He wanted to know what you liked, what forced sweet noises out of your throat. Your hands trailed up his arms to tangle in those dark, messy locks that you always imagined running your hands through.
Stumbling into your bedroom, you finally slipped his suit jacket off, and he briefly removed his hands from your face to undo his tie, throwing it somewhere in the room. The back of your knees hit your bed, and you fell back, pulling Higuruma down with you so he was on top of your body.
He sat back on his knees, admiring you for a moment. His eyes traced down from the top of your body to the bottom. It made you feel naked in his gaze, even though you were still fully clothed. It was different from the way he would stare at you at work, and it made you cover your face with your hands. “You’re staring a bit much… don’t you think?”
“How could I not?” Higuruma breathed out, his trailing back up to your face. He removed your hands from your face, giving each a kiss before leaning down, trailing wet kisses on your jawline and down your neck. He momentarily sucked on a spot just above your collarbone, licking the area before pulling away. “Going to the office on Monday with visible marks might not be the best idea,” he said, pulling you up so you were sitting. “I’d rather this moment stay between us, too.” He removed your top, revealing your lace bra. He kissed down your sternum, nose pressing close to your heartbeat. You were sure it was loud enough that it would make his ears ring.
Higuruma liked to stare; you took note of that. Once your bra came off and fell in some unknown spot in the room, his eyes raked over you before going back to pressing his lips all over. A particular spot above your breast made you almost whimper in his ears, and Higuruma wasted no time creating marks on that spot—no one would see those anyway.
A wet mouth engulfed your nipple, making you squirm. Higuruma pressed his body down on yours to hold you still, lapping at your nipple. He groaned around the hardened bud, sending vibrations straight to your core. You couldn’t help but arch your back towards him, causing one of his hands to grip your waist to keep you still. He would not let anyone disrupt him from tasting your body, not even yourself.
Higuruma’s free hand toyed with your other nipple as he licked and sucked downwards, leaving wet trails of marks on your torso. He removed your bottoms in one swift motion, the cold air of the room making goosebumps erupt from your exposed skin. Once again, his eyes took you in, like he was burning the sight of you, clad in lace panties, into his mind. “You’re beautiful. So so, so beautiful.” Higuruma repeated those praises as he adjusted himself between your thighs, kissing your hip, your navel, and the front of your panties.
“May I?” Higuruma hooked his fingers on the waistband of your panties. After getting you practically naked, he was still asking for permission; it made you giggle in your mind. You weren’t complaining, though. Hearing the desperation in his requests awakened something in you.
He looked up at you, his tired eyes and blown pupils making your clothed cunt throb. You bit your lip to suppress the moan that was threatening to come out at the sight. You nodded, your fingers finding themselves tangled in his hair again. “Gosh, yes. Mr. Higuruma, please.”
Higuruma practically ripped off your panties, his jaw tightening at the sight of your glistening softness. “First of all, you are the sweetest thing I’ve ever laid eyes on. Second of all, say my name, Y/N. This isn’t the firm,” he said, barely giving you enough time to process his words before immediately licking a long stripe from your hole to your clit. His eyes rolled back as his lips latched onto your clit, as if he’d been dying of thirst and you were an oasis.
You threw your head back on the pillow, your thighs instinctively closing around Higuruma’s head before he pried them open with his hands, his attacks on your clit never ceasing. The way his tongue swirled around the swollen bud—though fervent—was careful, deliberate, and controlled. He wanted to take his time not only tasting you, but learning your body and what ruined you.
“H-Hiromi…” His name felt foreign on your tongue, but seeing the way his brows furrowed and how he pulled your hips impossibly closer to his face? You wanted to keep saying it like a sacred prayer. You tugged on his hair, making him groan against your folds. It sent vibrations through your core, echoing through your body.
Higuruma reached lower, his tongue delving into your entrance. The movement made you arch your back, your walls tightening around his tongue. His nose pressed oh so deliciously on your clit, making your eyes roll to the back of your skull. His nose was the thing you thought of the most, always wondering how it would feel in your most intimate parts, how it would press against you. You made a mental note to inquire about sitting on his face, if this happened again sometime. Higuruma inhaled deeply as his nose pressed on that swollen nub, as if he wanted to engrave the scent of your arousal in his head.
“You’re so delicious, my dear. Fucking hell.” Higuruma said against your pussy, pulling away for a moment. His tongue continued fucking into your hole, your walls occasionally clamping down on the muscle, which would make his eyes roll. His nose glistened with your arousal as it pressed on your clit, making you squirm every time he pulled you closer. At this point, his hands had certainly left marks on your thighs, his nails creating little crescents on your skin. He was making sure you didn’t close your legs again, but how could you? You were sure you weren’t on Earth anymore, and you didn’t want to come down at all.
Your legs began to shake underneath Higuruma’s grip, your hips bucking erratically towards his face. That coil in your lower belly was about to snap. You began to frantically call out his name, your hands tugging the strands of hair they were tangled in. Higuruma, noticing that you were about to reach your orgasm, removed his tongue from your insides and went back to attacking your clit. His movements were much faster now, flicking and lapping at your sensitivity. He let go of one of your thighs and began pumping two fingers in and out of you, curling at all the right places. Your moans were broken, strings of incoherence and attempts at Higuruma’s name.
Higuruma removed his mouth from your clit for a moment, his fingers never ceasing their movements, though. “On my mouth, Y/N. I’ll be damned if I don’t get all of you tonight,’ he said, the grip on your thighs tightening as his mouth found your pussy once more. With one last suck to your clit, the coil in your lower belly snapped. It felt like a thousand waves crashing over your grave once your orgasm hit. Your back arched, a broken mantra escaping you as you came on Higuruma’s face. You looked down at him, your hips bucking towards his face as his eyes rolled back. Your orgasm dripped into his mouth like honey, and Higuruma gladly lapped at it.
Once you came down from your high, Higuruma gave your overly sensitive clit one last kiss before coming up to pepper more kisses on your face. Your labored breaths settled, and Higuruma’s mouth engulfed yours. You could taste yourself on his tongue, which you discovered turned you on more than you thought. Once you regained enough energy, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, kissing him back with matching passion.
It was only then that you noticed Higuruma’s arousal sytraining through his slacks. You had already finished, but here he was, fully clothed and about to burst. From the way his pants tented, you could tell he wasn’t exactly of a modest size. That alone was enough to stir your desire again. Your nimble fingers began to unbutton his shirt, a soft moan escaping your throat once more and more skin was revealed. You and Higuruma both sat up on your knees, your hands continuing their work on his shirt. Once you slipped it off his shoulders, your lips pressing against his Adam’s apple. You felt a low groan vibrate through his throat and began suckling on the area, making sure not to leave any visible marks. You trailed down his chest, leaving marks on his sternum, his ribs, anywhere that made him release sounds.
Your lips reached his lower abdomen, your eyes following the trail of hair leading south, making you squeeze your thighs. As your fingers reached up to unbutton his pants, one of his hands caught your wrist, the other grabbing your chin and pulling you back up. “My dear, what are you trying to do?” A soft chuckle echoed through your ears as Higuruma absentmindedly traced your bottom lip with his thumb.
“You haven’t come yet, and… my gosh…” Your words caught in your throat; you couldn’t keep your eyes off his body. The way the muscles in his abdomen tensed every time you traced your fingers over them, the red and purple marks you left on his chest, and how his nose was still glistening with your release.
“Tonight is about you. Pleasuring you is more than I could ever dream of wanting, sweetheart,” Higuruma said, pulling your face close to kiss you. It was a soft kiss, but his tongue still moved in a way that made your legs shake.
You broke the kiss, trailing open-mouthed kisses up his jawline, until you reached his ear and whispered, “I still want you inside, Hiromi. I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep without knowing how you feel.”
If Higururuma thought eating his intern, who was nearly ten years younger than him, was losing his mind, he was wrong. Upon hearing those words, Higuruma snapped. His fingers tangled in your hair as he pushed you back down on your bed, his free hand making quick work of the buttons on his slacks. His tongue shoved into your mouth in a way that was certainly rougher than the times before, but he had already memorized how your body liked being kissed, so the effect was still there.
Once Higuruma stripped down to his intimates, he positioned himself between your legs again, and you couldn’t help but grind down on his clothed hardness, making him shudder and release a shaky sigh. Your hands traced his abdomen once more before hooking on the waistband of his boxers, biting your lip as his aroused length was released from its confinement. Higuruma’s brows furrowed as the cold air hit his hardness, his eyes closing as your hand wrapped around his shaft.
Higuruma was quite big. You noticed when his cock pressed painfully against the fabric of his bottoms. Seeing it in the flesh, you almost began doubting whether or not you wanted this. But of course you did. You realized you were staring, but giving Higuruma a taste of his own medicine wouldn’t hurt. You wanted to burn the sight into your memory: his pinkish tip glistening with precum, a vein going from the base to nearly his tip that you hoped to someday feel on your tongue, the sheer girth that made you anticipate the stretch, the gorgeous trail of hair from his navel to his intimacy, which you noticed earlier. You’ll be damned if Higuruma didn’t fuck you stupid tonight.
Your hand wrapped around his shaft, pulling a low moan from his throat. Your thumb pressed on his tip, gathering his precum on the digit and bringing it to your lips. The sight would’ve been enough to make Higuruma reach his peak over and over again, but he made a pact not to come until he was engulfed by you. You took note of the way his head would throw back at certain movements, and which strokes made him particularly vocal. Higuruma buried his face in the crook of your neck, brushing your hand away with a small laugh.
“Y/N, you’re going to make me release faster than I’d like,” he said, taking the opportunity to lick and kiss your neck again. His length rubbed on your folds, making you shudder. You pushed your hips against him as well, trying to find more friction.
Higuruma pulled away, aligning himself with your entrance. After asking if you’re okay (once more), he oh so slowly pushed into your wetness. The stretch made tears threaten to escape your eyes, but at the same time, it was so delicious. He gave you a couple of minutes in between each thrust for you to acclimate to his length.
“Fuck, sweetheart,” he breathed out once he finally bottomed out. You felt so stretched, so very full, it made your head spin as his tip kissed your cervix. Higuruma was still, his nails digging crescents into your hips, and you had to grind down on him to get him to move. His thrusts were slow at first, calculated, a bit hesitant, even. He not only wanted to make sure you weren’t going to get hurt, but he was also taking his time learning what your body liked. He studied the angles that made your back arch, the spots that made you whimper so very sweetly in his ears, the speeds that made your eyes roll back.
Higuruma’s thrusts grew faster, and he leaned down to press kisses on your neck, stroking your hair with one hand. “You’re so amazing, oh my god. What did I do to deserve this?” He mumbled praises in your ear, almost rambling. Higuruma didn’t believe in God, but you turned into his religion. He was a lawyer—the one that did the prosecuting, but he’d gladly sentence himself to death if it meant being inside you at this very moment.
Your hands clawed at his back as your legs wrapped around his waist—futile attempts at pulling him impossibly closer, as if you wanted your bodies to be consumed into one by each other. His nose nuzzled into your neck, his hands snaking around your back to hold you flush against his chest. His hips stuttered a bit as he thrusted, and you could tell his orgasm was nearing. More and more moans emerged from his lips, vibrating against your neck and traveling directly to your lower belly.
Your walls tightened around Higuruma’s cock, making him pull away from your body and throw his head back. His hands trailed down your sides to find your hips again, angling your body to thrust deeper. A certain spot made you arch your back deliciously off the bed, drawing a lewd moan out of your lips. “Oh my god, Hiromi, right there..!” You began to grind your hips down to match his thrusts, the coil in your lower belly coming back—stronger this time.
Taking note of your reactions, Higuruma hit that spot inside you repeatedly, making you repeat his name incoherently in a string of moans. The pleasure caused you to squeeze his cock, practically milking him. Higuruma’s eyes squeezed shut at the action, a guttural moan escaping him. As your orgasm neared, he pressed on your lower belly, his thrusts becoming slow, hard, and controlled.
You reached up, wrapping your arms around Higuruma. The way you clawed at his back made him wince, the pain mixing with the pleasure making him shudder. Higuruma’s hand let go of your abdomen, snaking down to your clit. His thumb flicked at the sensitive bud, making you see stars. Tears threatened to fall from your eyes as the coil in your lower belly snapped once more, engulfing you in a sea of white. Coming all over Higuruma’s cock, he came with one last thrust, his tip kissing your cervix. Hot, white ropes of desire spilled in you, Higuruma’s eyes rolling to the back of his skull as his hips slowly came to a stop, riding out both of your orgasms.
He attempted to pull out of you, but your legs wrapped around his waist, caging him in. “Wait… Hiromi… don’t pull out yet, please,” you breathed out, hands pulling him down by his neck to kiss his lips. The kiss was messier than the others—tongues lazily swirling around each other and spit dribbling out of the corner of your lips. Higuruma peppered kisses all over your face, stroking your hair as he mumbled sweet praises in your ear.
After what seemed like hours, Higuruma pulled out of you, despite your futile attempts to keep him inside forever. “Sweetheart, we have to get you cleaned up,” he told you, but his absence felt never-ending when he left momentarily for a cloth to clean you up. You could barely keep your eyes open as he ran the damp cloth on your body, but you tried your best; you enjoyed watching him take care of you—that, and he needed your help to find you some fresh intimates and pajamas as it would be against his being to invade your privacy. Higuruma watched you fall asleep, his hand cupping your cheek. He crawled into the blankets with you, pulling you close and inhaling your intoxicating scent.
The sun shining through your window stirred you awake. You slept better than you ever had, and it made you laugh internally at the idea of having sex with your boss to achieve this level of well-restedness. You found Higuruma sitting up next to you, bare torso on display and reading glasses on. He was looking through the case documents you were going to pick up last night from the firm. Nothing gets past that man, you had certainly abandoned them after the whole ordeal last night.
“Good morning, Y/N. I hope I wasn’t too hard on you last night. You did sleep, right?” Higuruma placed the documents on his lap, concern taking over his eyes. You sat up, shaking your head.
“I slept like a baby. How about you? My bed too uncomfy?” You kissed his shoulder, looking up at him.
“I’m fine, my dear,” he replied. He smiled at your soft kisses on his shoulder, kissing your forehead in return. “Oh, you forgot these last night, I just grabbed them on our way out. I took the liberty of reviewing them, and I’m absolutely positive that you need to be on our team again.”
You blinked. Here he was, barely clothed and in your bed, and it was like he was at the firm. It made you laugh softly. He read case documents like the morning paper, and went into work-mode with the snap of a finger. You made a mental note of these traits.
“I know I said I was going to study them today, but please, Hiromi, let’s put those files down for a day,” you replied, making him chuckle softly. He nodded in agreement, putting the folder on your nightstand along with his glasses. He wrapped his arms around you, pressing kisses to your neck.
You knew that you both needed to talk about this. Things were going to be different now, regardless of if this was a one-time thing or not. For now, you were in your own bubble, separate from the world. Your bed was the altar and your bodies were the religion you worshipped. Nothing else mattered right now.