Guilty As Charged
{Hiromi Higuruma}
CONTENT ➤ power imbalance, slight degradation + praise, “good boy”, public sex, court room sex, angry sex (?), clothed, fingers in mouth, p in v, unprotected, attitude fixing, mouth covering, orgásm control, biting (like once), cussing, teasing, suggestive comments about noses (duh), not proofread
synopsis ➤ Judge!Reader is mean to Attorney Higuruma and won’t let him win. He gets an attitude and needs it fucked out of him.
PAIRING ➤ sub!Higuruma x f!judge reader
I’m so happy my sexy man is getting animated.
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Higuruma sits in his chair in the court room, fuming as he has just lost a case. It was merely a minor case, nothing serious like murder, but he took everything very seriously anyway. The judge seemed like she was purposefully overruling everything coming from him.
Everyone was clearing out, the defendant just took the community service with a major attitude.
“You know I was right.” Higuruma grits his teeth, staring up through his brow at you on the bench, gavel in your fist smirking down on him.
“This isn’t about you, though, is it?” Your tone is condescending, making his ears red in frustration.
“I thought you were supposed all about justice! You were wrong!”
“WATCH YOUR TONE WHEN SPEAKING TO ME! A little community service never hurt anyone. Maybe it serves you right to lose once in a while.”
Higuruma flinches at your raised voice, his knuckles turning bright white as they hold the arms of his chair so tight, they might break. His lip quivers with how angry he is.
“Maybe you need to stop being stuck up…” He mumbles just loud enough for you to hear as you stand from the bench.
“Wanna say that again, Attorney, I don’t think I heard you correctly because it almost sounded like disrespect?”
He keeps his seat, anger twisting his expression. His head jerks back by the sudden yank on his tie from you, wrapping it around your knuckles and tugging sharply.
Higuruma let out a strangled hum-like grunt.
“You’re gonna show me some damn respect, Attorney, you know better. Right?” Your grip tightens on the tie.
“Yes, Your Honor.” His breath hitches and his exhale is extremely shaky.
“Now, Mr. Higuruma, I need you to be sure you never cross me like this ever again. Say it.”
“No, ma’am, never again.” His jaw is clenched right as he speaks through his teeth.
“Never what?” Tug.
He yelps at being pulled again and is resigned to keep talking. “I-I’ll never speak to you like that again.” He tries to embarrassingly hard to hide how he’s pathetically chubbing up in his pants.
Your scoff hits him like a smack in the face, already telling him you see it without him having to look you in the eyes.
“Is this how you feel about reprimanding, Attorney? This is pitiful.” Your eyes show disgust but you pull him closer by the tie.
“No. Ma’am.” His voice is choppy and heavy. “There are people still outside.” He mumbles like he already knows what you’re thinking.
“And this is my court.”
His ass hits the edge of the wood desk when you drag him up.
“And you’re going to listen to me in my court, aren’t you, Hiromi?” The use of his first name makes him shudder. He nods vigorously and anticipatory.
“Yes, Your Honor.” His eyebrows still knitted but his tone eager.
Your judicial gown was the first to go, slipping over your head and revealing your professional attire underneath. Higuruma groans feeling his poor cock straining against the rough zipper of his dress pants. You want to let him free but seeing him uncomfortably squirm is a little more entertaining and still makes you wet.
Your palm presses roughly against his bulge, making him choke and hiss.
“Please… don’t do that.”
“Stop whining.”
“I still have my dignity, by the way. I could get up and that means you would stop demeaning me.”
“Be my guest, Attorney.” You let go of him, stepping back to give him room to move—which he does not. “That’s what I thought.”
Higuruma throws his head back when you undo his belt buckle. He grips the edges of the desk in restraint.
“What?”
“I—am a gentleman. I swear. I do not want to be a pervert and cause a different view upon me from you.”
“Shut the hell up.”
“Yes Your Honor.”
His slightly oversized blazer is pushed off his shoulders, the bottom buttons on his shirt are undone showing his happy trail, and his zipper ends up all the way down.
“Would you look at that.” Your fingers dance across the front seam of his boxers, watching the small wet spot grow. “I was expecting little rocket ships on them.”
“Don’t patronize me, I’m humiliated enough.”
“Good.” His cock springs up as you pull the plaid boxers down, standing tall and flushed, tip blushing an angry red, leaking pre down his twitching shaft. “I’d be humiliated if I were you too.”
Hiromi keeps looking back at the doors anxiously but his hips jerk and stutter when your finger slides over the slit of his tip, a small cry escaping him, precum flowing over.
“Look how pretty.”
Hiromi moans almost comically loud for the small praise, making you snicker sinisterly, making his face red.
You bunch up the pencil skirt around your hips, hooking your fingers underneath to remove your panties. Hiro’s droopy eyes widen, his breath quickens, and drool starts to pool at the corner of his lips. Your pussy was hypnotizing, just the sight of it made him jolt and light headed.
“Oh, fuck oh—mmugh!” Hiromi tenses when you lay him back on the long desk, climbing over him and above his poor cock.
“Just…go slow-? MMPH!” Your thumb pushes past his lips, pressing down on his tongue to put a halt in his speech; he chokes slightly, his eyes squeezing shut.
“Overruled.” You push your hips low, sliding his cock through your soft walls and engulfing him in heat. He knows it’s wrong, the setting, the manner, even the person but he just can’t seem to stop himself from bucking into you too.
The desk makes faint scratching noises against the floor as you find your pace in riding the tired lawyer.
His eyes glaze over, lids lying low while he stares up at you like you’re one of the Great Wonders of The World. Gosh, he feels so pathetic it makes his stomach turn—or maybe it’s the gorgeous Judge on his dick right now.
“There ya go, just like that. You handle it well, Hiromi.”
He wishes so badly he could say something back but all he can do is nod and drool around your thumb like a rabid animal. His hands can only ghost over your moving hips.
“Have—have you thought about your choice of words? About talking to me l-like that, Attorney?” You push his chin, bearing down on him roughly, his tip reaching the sweetest spot inside of you just right.
His frantic nods prove as a yes.
“Atta boy. You learn q-quick.”
Hiromi needed to get closer, needed to feel you, to have you look in his (very dilated) eyes. So he weakly sits up on his palms, his short nails, scrape at the wood of the desk every time you bully down on his leaking and throbbing cock.
Hiromi’s large, hooked nose, presses against yours at the proximity now of you both. His breathing is ragged and he whimpers loudly under you, feeling his stomach tighten.
“What a—beautiful thing…” your other hand comes up to trace the ridge of his sharp nose. The contact there has him nearly shattering beneath you, chest heaving in rhythm with your relentless pounding. He becomes louder, clearly forgetting where he is. And that just won’t do.
His loosened tie finds itself shoved into Hiromi’s drooling mouth, successfully muffling his noises. He’s reduced to nearly inaudible moans and small whimpers.
He decides to rest his shaking hands against the plush of your hips. One snakes down to feel your puffy and neglected clit, thumb flicking over it precisely in attempted sync with you.
His panting turns into stifled whines, the dirty pleasure makes his whole body flex and tense. It’s wrong, so damn wrong but he can’t say he’d never thought about it, twisting his wrists over his length when he’s alone back at home, thinking of how mean you were and the way you talked to him some days.
“Mmm—m’gonna cum… pl—ease.” Hiromi’s pleads are strangled against the matte, black tie but nevertheless heard.
“You’ll cum when I say you can. Yes?” Your strokes are merciless, giving him a difficult time on purpose. He nods desperately again, this time trying to convince himself too.
“Wonderful.”
His grunts become guttural with restraint, teeth digging into the fabric of the tie. The feeling of your perfect gummy walls squeezing around him just the right way made him damn near incapable of not cumming then and there. All he could do was continue playing with your clit like his life depends on it.
“I go first.” Your breathy whisper in his ear causes him to nod again and shudder violently, almost falling back on his elbows. He watches your every move through teary eyes.
Hiromi’s thumb is calloused from long hours of gripping a pen daily. That very thumb is rapidly bringing you to a hard orgasm. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
The combination of Hiro’s swollen tip against your sensitive cervix and his rough thumb on your pretty clit does a number on you, having you clenching and cumming on his patient cock. A ring of your cum coats his base. Keeping quiet is the last thing you want to do but biting Hiromi’s shoulder eased the echo.
Higuruma was close. So, so damn close; his thighs were stiff, ready to cum so hard he felt he might pass out. But you stopped.
“No! Ugh—no, no, no please!” The tie drops from his mouth, tears threatening to spill when you lift off of him. Damn it.
“And you’ll cum how I want you to as well.”
“Okay, yes, Your Honor.” Hiromi feels like he’s delirious, intoxicated by you.
Your slick drips down your thigh lightly, glistening in the florescent lighting overhead.
“Ma’am, your—uhm…”
“Would you like some?”
“Fuck, yes. Please.”
Your middle and ring fingers gather the sweet wetness beading on your skin.
“Open.” Higuruma obediently invites your digits past his lips. He breathes out sharply from his nostrils, feeling his cock pulse just at the taste of you; as if he’s been deprived of it his whole life.
Your other hand finally wraps holds his cock again, it burns against your skin. His whimpers seep past your fingers, looking you in the eyes as best as he can.
“Almost there, huh?” The sloppy sounds of his precum assisting your hand’s strokes fills the court room.
His left hand grasps hopelessly at your wrinkled sleeve, his sweaty forehead pressing heavy against your shoulder.
“Will you let me… uh—kiss you? Ma’am?” His low set eyes gaze up at you through his pretty eyelashes. His blown pupils communicating a begging message of “please, please show me some real affection while fucking me, I need it.”
You lean in and he lets out a deep sigh of relief. The lightest kiss is pressed to his lips before you pull back. He chases your lips pitifully, realizing that you’re messing with him again.
“C’mon, please! I need it, I’m gonna cum… help me out here…”
“Alright, Hiromi. You’ve earned it. Good boy.” He grips onto your sleeve tighter, kissing you as if it’s the last thing he’ll ever do.
The feel of your tongue on his lower tip, the way you spoke to him, and the quick, constricting tugs on his cock send him over the top, the cry that escapes his lips is swallowed by yours. His cum spilling over and down your hand, the squelching noise becomes more prominent with the added slick.
You let him catch his breath, he cautiously puts his head on your shoulder in exhaustion.
“Thank you…” His breath batted.
“Clean this up, we have work to do, don’t we?” You love-tap his face lightly.
He nods, groaning when he has to pull his boxers and pants back up, buttoning the last couple buttons on his shirt again.
Hiromi stares in awe watching you fix your skirt, tucking your dress shirt back into it.
“You’ve got…” You wipe his lips with your thumb, small bits of your lipstick that smudged on his face. “Guess I should mark you more permanently next time.”
“N-next time?” Hiro tries playing it cool, he turns his head with poorly covered interest.
“Mhm. Next time it’ll be your nose getting the same treatment.” Your index finger slides from the bridge to the tip of his big nose and poking the end. “How ‘bout it?”
“I’m free this Saturday.” He finishes buckling his belt and folding his blazer over his arm hopefully.
“Saturday.” You fix his tie and pat his chest, nodding back in agreement and leave after adjusting yourself.
“I must be divinely favored...” Hiromi smiles to himself, looking around one last time just to be safe. His lips tingle with the phantom feel of yours all over again, his fingers trail down his nose the same way yours did.
Saturday…
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A/N: This was in the drafts for a looong time.
XO
