She’s innocent, your honour!
Pairing : Higuruma X Reader
Description : You’re arrested for the murder of your ex-boyfriend and are expected to attend trial in two months, and your hot lawyer is ready to move heaven and earth to guarantee your freedom.
Tags! Fem reader insert ; Slight angst ; Lawyer Hiruguma; Pet names ; Sex on Desk ; Use of Handcuffs during Intimacy ; Oral Sex (fem receiving) ; He uses his big nose to please you ; Punishment Sex ; Mouth Fucking ; He slaps you with his dick ; Semi-Public Sex (Law Firm Office) ; Happy ending
Content Warning! Mentions of Physical Abuse ; Manipulation ; Toxic Relationship ; Murder ; Mentions of drugs, alcohol and cheating (; Naoya Zenin is your ex-boyfriend) MDNI
You’d just finished eating dinner that night when police officers suddenly swarmed your apartment, weapons pointing straight at you.
You stared in utter shock, trying to make sense of the shouted sentences coming from around you as one of them grabbed your wrists to handcuff them.
“Ma’am, you are arrested for the murder of M. Naoya Zenin. You have the right to remain silent, everything you say can and will be used against you in court.”
Dressed in only a tank top and shorts, your naked feet drag along the concrete outside as you are led to a waiting vehicle.
You finally snap out of your confused state when you’re thrown in, back violently slamming on the side before you sit on the small bench under you, no less than five officers surrounding you as the doors slam shut.
The ride is silent, so much so that it became deafening in a way.
You’re zoning out, staring at the ground, replaying in your head every single moment that had led you to this moment.
From that fateful day you’d met him, and how you thought you’d just found the love of your life, your soulmate. How wrong you had been. All the way to when you stood in front of his casket at his funeral, gaze empty, tears mindlessly spilling from your eyes.
How had it come to this, why were you suddenly suspected, after everything you did to help find out what had happened.
It wasn’t long before you arrived at the station, once again violently taken inside.
You were freed from your handcuffs as they locked you into a room with nothing but new clothes for you to change into, although you couldn’t really call them that, it was still better than walking around in your pajamas.
As soon as you stepped out, your hands were bound once again, and you could’ve sworn they’d closed them tighter, to the point where you’d bleed if you moved too much.
They sat you into what you’d guessed was an interrogation room, and from then on you waited, patiently waited, for what seemed like hours, before a woman entered and sat across from you.
“So, ma’am, do you know why you’re here?”
“Are you aware of the accusations currently made against you?”
“Could you recount to me the events from that day, please?”
Nothing came out of your mouth. You didn’t move an inch, didn’t even look her in the eyes, just blankly stared at the table separating you two.
“… Very well, I take it you do not wish to speak without your lawyer present. Would you want to call them?”
You didn’t have a lawyer, because why the hell would you. You’d never done a wrong thing your entire life, and you’d certainly never expected to end up here, like this.
“If you do not have contact with a lawyer, we will gladly provide you with one.”
Just what you needed, a lawyer paid almost nothing and who was forcibly assigned to your case. This would only result in a one way trip to jail.
But you didn’t dare say anything, didn’t dare look up, and the lady finally took that as a sign to leave.
You knew talking to anyone here wouldn’t help you in the slightest, so trying to defend yourself was off the table for now.
Not long after, some officers came to get you and took you to a temporary cell.
“You have a week to find yourself a lawyer, ma’am. Otherwise, you’ll be appointed one. You are required to stay here during this week before being moved to an actual facility.”
He sighs at the way you barely acknowledge him. “Your trial is 2 months away.”
The officer left after locking the cell shut, and you sat there, which was all you could do. A week, that’s it.
You spent your first 2 days going over all the different possibilities you could choose from, and each one seemed worse than the last.
You also wondered what kind of evidence they could possibly have against you that had suddenly made them think you’d done it.
I mean seriously, why would you have killed your beloved boyfriend. Everyone knew how much you loved him, how you’d do anything for him.
You two were a picture perfect couple, and all of your neighbours adored you both. From the moment you two had started dating, people were already imagining the days you’d get married and have beautiful children together.
Because you two loved each other so much, and it felt like your relationship was perfect, all highs and no lows.
So why the hell would you ever even as much as hit him, let alone kill him.
By day 3, you’d already started to picture what your life would be as a prisoner. Because, let’s face it, a randomly assigned lawyer was not going to do his absolute most to prove your innocence.
You were sitting in the corner of your cell, gaze blurringly fixated in the distance of the station, when you noticed a figure getting closer to you and stooping across from you, snapping your eyes back into focus.
“Ma’am, someone’s here to talk to you.”
You tilted your head, perplexed. Who could possibly want to see you right now? You had no one in your life anymore, no friends or family, parents gone god-knows-where, boyfriend dead.
A rush of curiosity traversed your body, the biggest amount of emotion you’d felt these past few days.
You sat up and walked to the barred entrance of your cell.
It was the first time you’d left it for something other than to shower or use the bathroom.
You truly hadn’t missed the feeling of cold tight metal around your wrists, but this wasn’t what occupied your mind at the moment.
You entered the visitation room with an officer by your side, and he pointed to a table.
Your gaze followed his finger to meet the eyes of a man.
Heat instantly traveled to your cheeks as you took in the sight in front of you. Surely they were mistaken, why would such a handsome man want anything to do with you?
Dark hair that gracefully fell on his forehead, brown eyes focused on yours, beautifully punctuated by faint eye bags. And this nose, gosh this nose, so largely majestic he looked straight out of greek mythology.
Your stomach twisted softly as you finally sat across from him, bowing your head down a bit with a smile as a greeting.
He seemed here for business, looking extra formal in a neat suit, aura overflowing with confidence.
“Good day ma’am, my name is Higuruma Hiromi, pleasure meeting you” he starts, extending a hand towards you.
You’d heard his name before, you thought as you shook his hand.
Right, he was that one lawyer that always defended the most helpless cases. But why you? Your case was quite mundane compared to the ones he usually took care of.
Almost like he noticed the gears turning in your brain, he chuckled lightly before continuing.
“Seems I have quite the reputation. You probably already figured why I am here then.”
He doesn’t let go of your hand, quickly glancing down before going back to stare straight into your eyes.
“I heard about your case, and also was made aware you had yet to find a lawyer. So here I am.”
“Why?” You’d finally blurted out the question that was burning your lips.
His breath hitched a little bit, maybe surprised by how fast the word had left your mouth, and softly sighed before answering.
“Justice is, for me, the most important thing in our society. And the way you jumped from not even being questioned to suddenly being number one suspect in the murder of your boyfriend? Doesn’t quite sit right with me.”
His eyes on you felt grounding, reassuring. He looked so kind and compassionate.
“I am so sorry for your loss, by the way. I can’t imagine how you must feel having to now have to relive this tragedy in such a predicament”
You hum as you look down, your whole demeanour changing, an overwhelming feeling of sadness and pain taking over you.
“I would like to represent you. I promise to do my absolute best to get you out of this.”
You look up to meet his eyes once again, and a hint of something warms your heart : hope.
And who were you to refuse the help of such a famous (and hot) lawyer. You already knew he’d move mountains to clear your name. So of course you agreed.
And thus began a new chapter of your life that you never thought you’d experience. A new challenge you’d have to overcome. But you weren’t alone, not this time.
You’d met Naoya in the least romantic way possible.
It was around two years ago, and you had caught this horrible sickness bug that had already caused you to throw up three times that day.
And you were about to experience a fourth one.
You were practically running on your way back home from the pharmacy, but it was too late.
You emptied your stomach right there on the street, collapsing on the ground as your legs started to violently shake.
After taking a big breath of fresh air, you noticed a man standing in front of you, motioning a bottle of water in your direction.
“Here, to wash the taste off” He smiled gently.
You looked him in the eye and your heart started to panic. Oh no, were you about to vomit again?
No, this felt different, a warm feeling enveloping you entirely as you stood up awkwardly and took the bottle.
“Th-Thank you… I’m so sorry you had to witness this, I haven’t been feeling my best lately” you quickly responded, bowing down to express your gratitude.
Gosh he was so handsome. Pretty face covered in piercings, eyeliner and dyed hair, the total package.
“Nah, you’re good.” He chuckled, sound echoing all the way to your burning heart.
“You know, my mom has the best chicken broth recipe that works like magic, cures you instantly. I could give it to you.” he continued, getting slightly closer to… wipe your mouth with his sleeve?
You felt your legs go weak again, noticing the way his gaze lingered a second too long on your lips.
“U-Uh yea! It’s worth a shot!” you blabbered out, feeling the blush creeping up your cheeks.
He hummed, his hand reaching for his back pocket to hand you his phone.
“Here, pretty. Put your number in, I’ll send you the full recipe. And maybe-uh… we could see each other again? You know, when you feel better and all.” He stuttered out, a pink hue painting his entire face.
You couldn’t stop a little giggle from coming out of your mouth as you grabbed his phone and punched your digits in, feeling like your chest might burst open from how hard your heart is beating.
Such a peculiar way of meeting, but from then on, you two became inseparable.
Weekly meetings, alternating from his to your place, fun dates here and there, you’d never felt more at peace, never felt more in love.
You were flying so high on your little cloud. If only you could’ve prepared yourself for how fast you’d be tumbling down.
Naoya was what you would call a professional love-bomber.
He made you feel so seen, so important, and made you believe this would last forever.
Only then, when you were oh so comfortable, did he slowly reveal his true nature.
You see, he’d come from quite an abusive family himself, only he’d never been abused, quite the contrary.
And you came to realise that your views drastically clashed, especially when it came to women, as soon as you unfortunately agreed to move in together with him.
He expected you to drop everything for him, your friends, studies, side job. And you did, because back then, you thought that was what people in love did for each other.
However, the moment you even dared to ask him to pause his game to help you with the chores, it was like you’d told him to murder 10 people in cold blood.
And as time passed, it kept escalating.
Hugs and kisses were no more, the only physical contact you two had was when he demanded sex.
Why did you stay? Because he knew how to make you.
Once a month, he’d come home with a massive bouquet of flowers and your favourite snacks, whispering caramel covered nothings in your ear.
And you fell for it, everytime. Because you didn’t know any better.
It started going from bad to worse on your one year anniversary. Because guess what, he’d forgotten, of course he had.
Was probably out drinking with his friends or fucking some girl, who knows.
You waited for him to come home.
Heavy steps, slamming door, lights turned on, and here he was, half dressed, standing in front of you.
You were sitting on a chair from the living room, arms crossed in front of your chest, eyes throwing daggers at him.
He stared, confused, then his eyes darted to the table, where his carefully wrapped gift you’d spent months to find was sitting.
“Awww baby, a gift on a random day like this? I know I’m the best boyfriend ever, but come one now, that’s too much” He slurs out, and if you weren’t so used to him being drunk, you wouldn’t have understood a thing.
He steps closer to the table, not towards you of course, because who cares about a girlfriend when there’s a gift for you behind her.
“Don’t tell me you waited all night just to give it to me?” He coos, hand reaching for the package.
You quickly stand up and slap his hands off.
“The fuck????” he yells out,. He opens his mouth to say something, probably to calm you a ‘whore’ or a ‘bitch’, which was his new favourite thing to do recently. But you cut him off.
“Random day, huh? Yeah, one year of us isn’t that much of a big deal anyway.” You try your best to not throw the biggest fit in your life, you wanted to jump him so bad, but that wasn’t like you.
“Gosh, you women, always so sensitive. Why do you care so much about this anyway.” He reaches back for the gift, and is met with another thwack! on the top of his hand.
“Yeah, I care. Because for once I would like my boyfriend to acknowledge me, to show me I matter. You know, like you did a year ago?” You feel tears pricking your eyes, throat closing up.
“You’re out almost every night,” your voice gets louder and louder, words turning into screams, then cries “you barely even look at me anymore, you talk to me like I’m nothing but your pet, like you ha-“
You feel a burning sensation on your cheek, like a thousand needles going through your skin at once. He just slapped you.
“You should be fucking greatful someone like me even so much as tolerates you” He gets closer, firmly grabbing your forearm and squeezing, hard, to the point where your hand starts to feel numb.
Tears spill from your eyes, flying around the room because of the force with which he’d hit you.
You look down. You don’t move a muscle. You almost stop breathing.
That’s it. You’re done, you’ve had enough. You put up with his bullshit for way too long.
As soon as his grip on you softens ever so slightly , you bolt for the door. That girl he’s been fucking on the side can have him.
You were barely able to take two steps before you’re pinned against the wall, one hand on your arm and the other one around your throat. Not squeezing, just holding you in place.
His second hand moves to meet the one already on your throat, and then he starts pressing harder.
He begins to lift you up against the wall by your neck as you struggle more and more to breathe, until you start suffocating.
“Oh pretty, you really think I’ll let you go that easily?” He coos, hissing at the way your feet are kicking him in the stomach while your hands scratch his arms, hoping to make his grip on you falter, unsuccessfully.
“You’re never getting rid of me, ya hear? You’re mine, I own you.” He squeezes harder and you start seeing stars.
You knew he meant every single word, and as your vision turned to white, you hoped he’d just kill you right here, giving you an escape from this nightmare, even if it was at the expense of your life.
So when you emerged the next day, laying on the cold floor, and yet you felt like you were burning in the darkest pits of hell.
From then on, the situation kept getting worse.
It felt like once he’d discovered the thrill of putting his hands on you, he had to take every single opportunity.
You looked at him wrong? Slap! You messed up dinner? Punch! You missed a speck of dust while cleaning his shelves? Slam!
And it went on for months and months and months. And yet you didn’t leave, you couldn’t leave. Because you knew all too well that he’d find you and beat the shit out of you.
But he’d never take it far enough that your life would be in danger, because then he’d have no one else to toy with, and where’s the fun in that?
Until one day, that day, where you just couldn’t take it anymore, this had to end.
He came home in the middle of the night drunk out of his mind and fell asleep mouth wide open on the couch
At least that’s what you assumed, considering that was the state you’d found him in in the morning, drool pooling on the floor.
However, he wasn’t snoring obnoxiously loud like he usually did. He, in fact, seemed kind of frozen in place.
“Naoya…?” you gently said, half expecting him to jump at your throat for waking him up.
Nothing, not a sound, not a movement. Had the universe heard your prayers?
You got closer until you were right next to his head, ear inches away from his mouth.
Weird, you couldn’t even hear anything, and now that you looked at him fully, his chest wasn’t showing any sign of breathing.
Tears streamed down your face before you could catch them. Why were you crying over him?
Maybe it was that one little part inside you that had always wished he’d go back to his early-relationship self.
You called the police and explained the situation, and not long after paramedics rushed inside your apartment to cater to your dead husband while officers started questioning you.
His autopsy revealed he died from a heart attack caused by the mix of alcohol with all the different drugs he had taken during his night out.
He was mourned by a lot of people, remembered as an amazing young man and loving boyfriend.
Higuruma had an indescribable expression on his face once you finished retracing your relationship with the man you were accused of murdering for the fourth time this month.
He took note of every single detail nonetheless, in case he’d missed something that could change the jury’s mind.
“Why didn’t you go to the police before?” he asked in a concerned tone. “You could’ve gotten out and he would’ve been arrested, and we wouldn’t be here right now”
“He knew every single police officer in the area, he had a thing for befriending every figure of authority” you retorted with a sigh. “They would have never believed me over him.”
He laid back in his chair. “They are accusing you of drugging him, so we just have to prove that he took drugs while he was out” Higuruma palms his face before pinching the bridge of his nose. “Can you contact any of the people he was with that night?”
“Hate to disappoint, but there’s no way his friends are gonna vouch in my favor, they hate my guts.” you mutter, “They’d love to see me in jail…”
A low groan escapes your lawyer. “Then we’ll have to prove you didn’t own any of the drugs found during his autopsy.”
“Is something the matter?” he noticed you shifting uncomfortably in your seat.
“Yea-uh… S’just that I-uh have quite a lot of different prescribed meds to help ease the pain of my bruises so…” you stutter, your hands starting to sweat.
“And I’m like 90% sure it’s the same kind that he and his friends liked to take” you say, barely audible at this point.
He hums, looking more and more defeated by the minute.
“I promise to always try my hardest to get you out of this mess, but you’re not making it easy for me, dear.”
Your heart jumps at the nickname, feeling heat reaching the tip of your ears.
But he was right. You didn’t have any alibi because even though you were sleeping when he came home, you had no way to prove it.
You also had in your possession most of the drugs found inside him. Everything pointed in your direction.
Your trial was now a month away, and you’d been spending an unhealthy amount of time in Hiruguma’s office, desperately trying to find something, anything, that could change the verdict in your favour.
Although you were supposed to be detained while awaiting trial, your lawyer had been able to get you out of the facility twice a week to meet up at his firm and go over the details.
You’d gotten quite comfortable with him, opening up, cracking jokes here and there to lighten up the mood whenever he’d bring up the abuse you faced.
You finally started smiling again, hope growing inside you after each meet-up as you perfected your defence.
And goodness how he loved your smile. His heart would skip a beat every time a small laugh escaped your beautiful lips.
He’d bring you a drink whenever he went to get coffee before your meet-ups.
He’d started calling you endearing nicknames in addition to your own name from time to time, completely dropping the formalities such as ‘Ma’am’.
He was starting to enjoy your company, and if the situation were any different, he probably would’ve already asked you out.
But he had to keep on being professional, otherwise he’d most likely never see you again.
So he tried his best to hide the way he was slowly falling for you.
He had to win this. For you. For him. You were his client before anything, accused of murder of all things.
But he had to face the truth. No matter how cute and innocent you seemed, you were hiding something, perhaps the key to all of this.
He needed to get to the bottom of it today.
As you entered his office all bubbly, he fought not to smile back at you, his expression stern.
You sat across from him on the comfy chair you’d spent hours on by now.
“Higuruma-san, are you okay? You seem down today.” you playfully whined while pouting.
He said nothing. Instead he stood up, eyes never leaving yours as he stepped in front of you.
He bent down, hands gripping the armrests on your sides, inching closer and closer.
You looked up at him, grinning at the sight, a sudden pulsing feeling in between your thighs.
“I know you did it, dear” he says in a monotone voice, the nickname sounding like it meant something entirely different now. “Why did you lie?”
You shivered, his gaze cold, piercing through you.
“I-What? Wh-Why would you say this I-” you tripped over your words, shocked at the accusation.
He who was adamant you’d never do such a thing, why did he change his mind so suddenly?
“I don’t want any excuses, I want a reason” he snapped at you, hands gripping harder, knuckles whitening.
You sigh, looking down, ashamed.
“You know how they’d all be, saying my abuse doesn’t justify shit.” Your words came out a little shaky, and you slowly looked back up to meet Higuruma’s anger-filled eyes.
“Either they’d view me as insane and send me to some facility, or make me rot in prison.” You continued with the feeling of a knot in your throat.
“And you thought I’d be the same?” His voice cracked ever so slightly, a prickly feeling in his chest.
“I-I didn’t know you back then, I thought it’d be my safest option” You started fidgeting with your shirt, pulling at that one thread that stuck out.
“The thing is you’re not that good at lying, dear.” Your eyes widen, and you notice how his seem to soften.
“Your story isn’t bad, but you need to be more convincing.” He smiled softly and you felt your body unclench in an instant.
“Yo-You’re not mad I lied???” you almost scream in disbelief.
“Oh no, believe me, I’m pissed.” He purrs, and your stomach might’ve just done a flip. “But that’ll be a problem for you to deal with later.”
“Now, what you’re going to do is tell me what actually happened,” one of his hands left your side to trace the outline of your jaws, making your breath hitch, “and then we’ll practice your original story until it sounds like nothing but the truth. Understood?”
You swallow, hard, and aggressively nod, face now burning from the way you were blushing.
You explain how you’d heard Naoya coming home, and you knew he always went to rest on the couch whenever he came back drunk.
You had grabbed a handful of painkillers from your nightstand. The strongest ones. The ones that worked so good they'd have you in a daze for hours. The ones who clearly stated on the box to never mix with alcohol.
He was sprawled on the sofa, not quite asleep yet, and you thought of the best way to make him swallow them all.
So you went and sat on top of him, slowly grinding your hips the way you knew he couldn’t resist.
He reeked of liquor to the point where you felt tipsy just by breathing him in.
You put a couple of pills in your mouth before crashing your lips into his and making out with him until you were sure he’d swallowed them all.
Then you’d pull back, rinse, and repeat.
From the way you stimulated him so well, he came pretty fast in his pants, and instantly fell asleep.
And that’s how you’d successfully managed to get rid of your manipulative abusing boyfriend.
Higuruma would be lying if he said it wasn’t clever of you.
He would also be lying if he said he wouldn’t have fallen for it, because he could only imagine how divinely good of a kisser you probably were.
As his mind wandered, so did his eyes now fixated on your lips.
Your eyes lock on his tie, who’d been dangling in front of you ever since he’d positioned himself on top of you.
Feeling cocky, you pull on it, just a little bit, just enough to bring his face closer to yours, noses brushing together.
One of his hands snapped to settle on top of the chair right next to your head to ground himself.
Feeling his hot unsteady breath against your lips, you slightly part them to help with your own breathing.
You both are a blushing mess, gazes sending electric shocks through the air. The tension was growing, intense.
And you couldn’t tell who initiated it, but your lips suddenly crashed together into one sloppy kiss.
Your tongue immediately goes to caress his bottom lip, begging to be let inside.
And his jaw snaps open in an instant and your tongues intertwine, earning a low growl from your lawyer.
One of your hands slides up his body before grabbing a handful of his soft hair, angling his head so you can slide deeper down his throat.
A broken moan escapes your lips when his knee separates your thighs to settle inches away from your throbbing cunt.
His fingers glaze up your thighs, sending tingles all over your body, and you nip at his bottom lip in response.
The sound snaps you both out of your pleasure in an instant.
He stumbles and catches himself onto his desk before he can fall.
You’re both still heavily breathing when an officer steps in. It was already time for you to head back.
He raises an eyebrow at the way Higuruma’s tie was undone, him who was always so neat.
You stand up and hastily say goodbye, never meeting the other’s gaze. Then turn around and follow the officer out.
The other times you two met up weren’t necessarily awkward, but neither of you mentioned what had happened.
You focused on prepping for your trial who was coming up faster than you thought.
There was always some tension between the two of you, a few stolen glances, a touch that lingered seconds longer than it should.
Higuruma had helped you perfect your speaking skills, and you had never sounded more convincing.
The day before your trial, you two saw each other one last time to go over everything, make sure there were no cracks.
You arrived in the courthouse wearing your finest outfit : a black blazer over a white button up , tucked into a knee length skirt that hugged your curves in all the right ways, and black stilettos.
You turned a few heads while heading down the corridor with one officer on each side.
You reached Hiruguma, still looking as neat and classy as ever. He turned towards you, eyes basically devouring you before looking back to meet yours.
You had been allowed to wear makeup, and if you weren’t 100% confident about this, you sure looked it.
“Are you ready to win this?” He whispered leaning down, his breath tickling your ear,
“Never been more ready, sir.” You grinned as you answered.
And you meant it. You told your story with so much emotion and conviction you could even see some shiny eyes in the jury.
When you were asked questions, you answered calmly, sure of yourself, without even an ounce of hesitation.
You’d practiced all of this, and Hiruguma was right, they were so predictable.
While the jury was deliberating, you couldn’t help but feel nervous, leg bouncing up and down and heart beating faster and faster.
A reassuring hand came to hold your trembling one.
“You did great, dear. You have nothing to worry about.” He murmured as he leaned closer to you.
You took a deep breath, in and out, and your whole body relaxed as he gently caressed his thumb over the back of your hand before letting go.
“The jury deliberated, and in the case of the murder of M. Naoya Zenin, the defendant is found…”
The silence is deafening, the anticipation eating you alive. It lasted just a second, but it felt like hours.
Your mouth falls open as tears immediately burst out of your eyes.
You jolt up and jump into Higuruma’s arms, holding him so tight around his neck his head might fall right off.
“We did it, dear. I told you we would.” He smiled so softly, looking down at your teary face.
“Oh, thank you thank you thank you!!!!” You couldn’t contain your joy anymore.
You were free, you were done. That bastard would never be on your mind ever again.
“How about we go debrief all of this in my office, yeah?”
You barely had time to come back to earth before you’re suddenly slammed back first against his desk.
You yelped at the feeling, but it quickly turned into a hiss when you felt your skirt ride up your legs to stay in your hips.
Your blazer was laying god-knows-where and your button up was ripped open, lacy push-up bra on full display.
Your lawyer was standing in front of you, completely flushed, heavily breathing as he took in the heavenly sight in front of him.
He was looking at you, but he also wasn’t.
“Hi-Higuruma-san?” you shakily ask.
He snaps out of his daze the second he hears how formal you still are.
“Now, now, dear. The trial is over.” He spreads your legs apart to step closer to you. “Call me Hiromi, yeah?” His face now so close to yours you can feel his words on your skin.
His eyes are filled with something, he looks hungry, starving even.
“Y-Yes, Hi-hngh-Hiromi” you whine out as you feel something hard, something hot, press lightly against your clothed lips.
“You know, I put my job at risk for you.” he clicks his tongue, looking you up and down. “Are you ready to own up to the consequences of your actions, dear?”
“Y-Yes I am” You moan as he leaves open mouthed kisses on your neck, up your jaw, stopping just before reaching your begging lips.
Your hands spring up to wrap around his neck and bring his mouth crashing into yours.
You were so desperate, kissing him so messy, tongue sliding violently in an attempt to deepen the kiss.
He obliges your demand, lips sucking on your tongue before slipping his own deep inside your throat.
And you’re so caught up in the moment, enjoying the sweet taste of Hiromi’s saliva merging with yours as your hand tangles in his hair that you don’t notice he’s holding something.
Not until you feel that familiar cold feeling around your wrists.
“Hi-hck-Hiromi?” you struggle to catch your breath as you realise what just happened.
He grabs the metal chain joining the handcuffs tied around your wrists to bring them above your head.
“You’ve been really bad, dear.” He plants a delicate kiss against your saliva covered still parted lips. “I’ll make sure you’re punished adequately.”
He leaves your sight, and all you hear is a Thud! before you feel some hot air onto your clothed cunt.
“Hiro-hngh” you whine as two fingers press a line down your soaking wet panties, a loud Pop! as he sucks them into his mouth, tasting you for the first time.
“Shhh, be a good girl and let me do my job, dear” He’s so incredibly close to you his words vibrate against your folds, sending electric waves through your entire body.
If you weren’t in a state of pure need and horniness, maybe you would’ve reacted at the loud Riiiiip! of your panties before they suddenly went flying in the air.
You wouldn’t have had time to say a thing anyway, head thrown back against the desk as he plunges into you nose deep.
He laps at your sweet sweet juices like he’d been thirsty for days and needed to desperately hydrate himself.
He groans at the taste on his tongue, so good, all for him.
Your thighs mindlessly try to bring themselves together around his head, but the way he was gripping your thighs and leaving marks that would totally bruise was preventing you from moving.
You try to lift your arms to bring them to his head and pull him closer, but they’re snapped right back in place the second you feel a stinging sensation on your cunt. Slap!
“My dear, I thought I told you to leave it all to me.” He murmurs, mouth pulled away just enough to feel his breath inside you, but not enough to actually touch. “You wouldn’t want me to stop now, would you”
“N-No Hiro, I-hngh m’sorry” you blurt out, half conscious at this point, walls shaking at the sudden lack of stimulation.
He hums softly before going right back in, tongue teasing your gaping hole while his nose massages your clit just right.
Ugh, the amount of times you’d dreamt of his nose inside you, he was driving you insane.
And he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t always fantasised about rubbing his nose in all the right places to please you.
Your broken moans and the sounds of your squelching pussy filled the office, hands twitching over your head, not being able to move and help out.
Your eyes roll back at the back of your head and you feel like you might just faint when you feel his tongue reach inside you, getting past your entrance to start tickling at your fluttering walls.
“Fuck-ugh, oh my god Hiro-” you can barely control your mouth as it screams out every single curse word you know at the way he starts fucking his tongue inside you deeper and deeper, muscle bending in all the best spots.
Your back arches mechanically, changing the angle of his nose on your abused bud, making your insides clench on his tongue so hard he thought it might snap off.
One of his hands sneaks closer to your dripping pussy, a thumb making circular motions on your clit in addition to his nose.
His tongue fucks you faster, deeper while his movements on your clit don’t falter, and you feel that familiar sensation coiling in your stomach.
“Hiro, I-oh fuck, I’m close” Words come out all slurred with the way you’re drooling on the desk under you.
“Cum for me, dear, go ahead.” He purrs inside you, and it’s enough to throw you over the edge.
“Hmmm fuckfuckfuck im cummin- ”Slick starts pouring out of your twitching cunt as Hiromi drinks up every single drop, not wasting one bit.
Your walls suck his tongue in as he continues to move it in and out, easing you through your peak.
Your muscles begin to relax, still heavily breathing as he gives one last sloppy kiss to your pussy before reluctantly parting with that pair of lips to go and meet the other.
His entire lower face still soaked with your juices, he gives you a gentle peck and whispers sweet praises in your ear.
He stands back to reach for his belt and your eyes follow, gaze immediately dropping to what now seemed like painfully tight pants.
Just by the mound pressing against the fabric, you knew he would be stretching you out so good.
Both of your lips started to water at the sight and he noticed, a small grin forming and an eyebrow raising playfully.
His belt falls to the ground in a loud Clink!, his pants following right along.
You whine in anticipation as you finally see the shape of his huge cock, outline clearly visible through his boxers, so insanely tight you could even see a vein on the side.
A wet shape changed the color of the underwear at the tip of his clothed length, slightly twitching when he notices the way your hole clenches around nothing.
He finally takes off his vest, and undoes his tie about halfway, already imagining the way it’d slap on your face when he’d finally ram his dick deep inside you.
After what seemed like forever, his thumb grabs the hem of his boxers and his achingly hard cock springs free, slapping up against his lower abs.
A bead of pre-cum rolls down the side of his dick all the way to his twitching balls.
“Gosh, baby,” You jolt at the new nickname. “You’re going to be the death of me, you know?”
He steps closer once again, grabbing the base of this cock before sliding it between your drenched folds, pressing against your clit before teasing around your begging entrance.
“Hhgh-Fuck Hiro, please” You’re asking, demanding. You’d never needed anyone more than right now.
“M’not sure I understand, dear.” He bends down to plant open mouthed kisses along your jaw, then down your neck before stopping just above your blushing collarbone.
“Please jus’-mmmh, I need you-hck inside” You sound so ruined already it’s almost pathetic to hear.
It just turns Hiromi on even more though. His red tip finally aligns with your leaking entrance, not quite pushing in yet, but just enough to make you yelp at the stretching sensation.
If you were already feeling it this bad, you couldn’t help but think it just might not fit.
And just like he’d read your mind, or maybe you’d actually said it out loud, he gave you a reassuring kiss on the forehead.
“Don’t you worry about this, dear. I’ll make it fit.”
And with that he slides his tip in, and your walls immediately start twitching, hands grabbing onto each other as it was the only thing they could do.
“Hngh-Oh Fuck Hiro” He was stretching you out so good, pushing in inch by inch, filling you up agonisingly slow.
One of his hands gripped onto your hip for support while the other was firmly pressed on the desk just next to your head.
He was only halfway in when something snapped inside him, and with one violent thrust of his hips, he bottomed out, balls sloping your ass while his tip kissed your cervix.
You cried out his name probably a thousand times, screams punctuated by a few curses here and there, tears pouring out endlessly.
He stayed still for a while, taking in the feeling of his cock surrounded by your twitching walls, squeezing so beautifully around him he almost came on the spot.
He pulled out most of his length, only leaving his tip in, earning a disappointed grunt from the way you suddenly felt empty.
He scoffs before thrusting hard and deep inside, setting up a ruthless pace, your mouth forming into a little Oh! before letting out the lewdest sound you’d ever produced.
You feel his dick pounding all the way to the back of your throat, breath catching as you start seeing stars.
He’d already fucked you stupid even though he’d just started, not a single clear thought forming in your brain, just him and his massive cock hitting every spot of your insides.
His hand on your hip lifts you up ever so slightly, desperately trying to reach deeper and deeper into your core.
And suddenly his tip brushes that spot, the one that made your entire body jolt in pleasure.
“Shit-Yea Hiro! There, right th-hngh-there!” Your words are barely understandable now, but he seems to get it, hitting the spot with every thrust.
“Hmm, s’this your sw-ha-sweet spot, dear” He coos, each word followed by the loud slap of his balls against your ass, that spot now sore too.
You choke on your answer because he’s now going in and out of you impossibly harder, insanely faster, your whole body twitching in pleasure.
You were already so close, walls squeezing around his cock as if to try and milk it dry.
“You almost there, baby?” His tone is so sweet, the complete opposite of how he was violent he was while fucking you on top of his desk.
“Y-Yes” You muffle a cry as you answer, trying so hard to look back at him, vision blurry from tears of pleasure.
“Me t-too, dear.” He whispers against your lips before sliding his tongue into your open mouth.
You reciprocate the kiss the best you can, sloppily making out as saliva pools out the corners of your mouth, his dick still shamelessly rearranging your insides.
He reluctantly pulls away. “Mmmh, cum on my-ah cock, dear. I n-need more.”
Your hands snap up, handcuffs now wrapped behind Hiromi’s neck as you pull him back to kiss you. And this time he lets you, melting into the kiss.
You cum almost instantly, back arching so much his cock is now hitting brand new spots inside you.
Your whole body twitches as you moan inside his mouth, those lewd sounds travelling all the way down his body to his throbbing cock.
His rhythm doesn’t falter, and it’s not long before he reaches his peak as well, tip spluttering out ribbons of white, painting your whole insides as he guides you through your own release.
He thrusts in and out a couple more times until your walls stop squeezing around him, fucking his cum deep inside you.
You look a hot mess, panting and still shaking lightly. Gosh you were so beautiful, all ruined just from his dick inside you.
He pulls out, a moan escaping you when you feel his seed pouring out of you, sliding down your slit all the way to land on the floor of his office in a loud Ploc!Ploc!
He steps away from you to admire the scene, and before you manage anything out, he grabs your thighs and slides you back until your head is dangling off the end of his desk.
“Wh-What are you-” You don’t get to finish your sentence when his dick is suddenly directly in front of your eyes.
He was standing next to your head, looking down at you with a grin on his face.
“That filthy mouth of yours,” He starts, tone calm and serious. “So comfortable with spouting lies in the court of law.”
He slaps you with his dick, not enough to hurt but just enough to sting, making you gasp at how hot yet embarrassing this was.
“Think it needs to be cleaned.” Your eyes widen at the way he positions his slick and cum-covered cock on your lips.
“Open wide, dear” He purrs, one hand settling on the side of your head, a thumb caressing your jaw.
As soon as you do, he slams his full length inside your mouth all the way down the deepest part of your throat.
You gag and choke around him, tears immediately streaming down, or should you say up your face as he fucks your mouth at the same deadly pace he’d just fucked your pussy a few minutes ago.
Both his hands now on the sides of your head, he holds you still as you suffocate around him, sometimes pulling out to let you catch your breath before slamming right back in.
“Hmmm, yeah. Taking me in s-so well. I knew you-ha would.” He throws his head back at the feeling of your throat closing in on his throbbing cock, fucking your mouth like it was just another pussy.
With a few hard pumps, he cums in your mouth, most of it sliding down your throat with ease as some drips down the corners of your mouth.
He pulls out to instantly bend down and drop a small peck on your abused lips.
“That should do it.” He whispers, hot breath hitting your face as you try to regain your senses.
He picks you up in his arms and leads you to the couch in the middle of his office, sitting down before laying you down on his lap.
You snuggle against his thighs while he brushes a hand through your hair.
“Now that your trial is over, we can finally grab coffee together, if you’d like.
You laugh at the request, considering the sinful things he’d just done to you a few feet away from where you were laying.
Still, you nod, smiling at the thought of you two going on your first official date.
If someone had told you a couple months ago you’d be dating a hot lawyer you’d managed to corrupt into saving you from a murder charge, you would’ve looked at them as if they were the craziest person on this earth.
But yet here you were, not that you were complaining, because you were right where you wanted to be.
Note : Hope you guys enjoyed :p Sorry if some stuff doesn’t make sense i have no clue how murder trials and lawyers work lol.
Full fic inspired from my drabble from a couple days ago!!
