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For the past ten years or so, Higuruma Hiromi has seen it all as a criminal defense attorney—a damn good one, at that. Of course, that’s why he works in one of the—if not—the best law firm in Japan.
Extortion and blackmail, assault, hell, even murder. He’s had to defend all. He has been in through the loops of legal proceedings and tiring long nights just to keep his clients and their families sane. A good thing to do as a criminal defense lawyer if the justice system wasn’t just. He tried his best despite not knowing these people.
However, he never expected for one day, for him to meet that terrifying gaze of yours, sitting down in the interrogation room with your expression cold. Your plush, pink lips were pressed into a line and your eyes narrowed at the brick wall in front of you—as if the wall were judging you.
But the moment you saw him, it was like a switch flipped.
He’s seen absolute insanity in the courtroom, yet when he locked eyes with you the moment he opened the squeaky door, Hiromi felt himself go weak in the knees (and not because of age, mind you, on the contrary to many’s beliefs… particularly his co-workers and the interns he supervises).
“Hello, counselor,” your sugary sweet tone would have made him indifferent if he didn’t know who you were. Your glossy lips curved into a smile and you looked at him with gaze that could only be mistaken as love-struck, or obsessed. Take your pick.
“Good morning.” He stood by the doorframe and glanced over at the analog clock behind you. It was 12:05.
“It’s 12:05.”
“Then good afternoon, counselor Higuruma.” The detective was in front of you, glancing at Hiromi and then back at you saying nothing.
You’re a young woman; pretty facial features, curves in all the right places, soft skin, and you smell nice. Your makeup is pretty too and the cadence in which you speak is almost one of a song, sugary and melodic. The outfit that clung to your body was probably as much as Hiromi’s mortgage times two. Not to mention your damn shoes and jewelry.
You’re in your last year at the University of Tokyo’s law school, incredibly smart, and witty. Your humor was probably more sharp than his. You sure as hell can keep a conversation that didn’t make Hiromi feel out of place or like he’s dragging something on.
All the reason why an intoxicated Hiromi decided to hook up with you one night at a bar a few months back. When he woke up the morning after in a random love hotel at the red light district, feeling your arms wrapped around his waist and head on his chest. And once he got a good look at you, he almost burst into tears.
In-fucking-credible. One of the most terrifying criminal defense attorneys in the district being damn near brought to tears because of you. And shit, he had a good reason.
Why? You were the daughter of a partner in the law firm he worked at. The daughter of one of his fucking bosses. The daughter of one of the most powerful lawyers in this side of the world. You’re young, beautiful, had multiple men wrapped around your finger at the firm and at your school. He’s heard how you’re one of the popular office-crushes within the young interns.
But apart from your looks, you’re just an overall insanely intelligent woman from all the times Hiromi’s spoken to you (which irritates him a bit, that many people overlook your intelligence).
His first encounter with you a year ago was when he was chatting with you in the office lounge about the state of the justice system. He didn’t talk to you much after that, other than a few months ago during an office party at a bar…which then lead the both of you to a love hotel and the rest is history. He honestly doesn’t blame others for being attracted to you.
But you’re a smart woman… which also begs the question…what the hell are you doing in the interrogation room? Sure, he was told he was going to be defending someone important by his boss. He thought, ‘maybe it’s someone with a similar name’… but it was you.
Hiromi knocked on the door frame again and entered, meeting your gaze and the detective’s—Nanami, was it?
“We’re in the middle of an interrogation—“ “Not anymore,” he flashed his ID and motioned towards you, and you looked like you were enjoying his little interaction with Nanami. He’s interacted with him before, back when Hiromi was a rookie lawyer and Nanami was a simple security guard at a circuit courthouse.
“I’m Miss L/N’s attorney.” Nanami raised an eyebrow, glancing between you and Hiromi, to which he sighed and nodded.
“Well then, carry on.” He left, and it felt like Hiromi’s shoulders suddenly got heavier, his chest tighter, and the sweet smell of your intoxicating perfume filling his nostrils as if he could get high off those saccharine notes.
The interrogation room looked like any other stereotypical one from the movies; grey brick wall, metal furniture that scratched the cement floors like nails on a chalkboard. The fluorescent lights kept flickering too, much to his annoyance. Not to mention it was cold, but he doesn’t know of it was radiating off of you, or if it was just the room itself.
You seemed… off, even if you were looking at him as if he was a shiny new doll in a toy store.
He looked at you—noted your sly expression—and sighed. “I will be defending you… your father called for me.”
You hummed, tapping your stiletto pointed nail on the metal table top. “Sir, please sit. I’m starting to feel rather intimidated. Where’s your pretty little assistant? Tanaka? Or is it just you?”
Oh.
Hiromi exhaled sharply, dragging the metal chair across from you and causing for the legs to whine sharply against the cement floor. The mention of his assistant and co-worker coming from you felt a bit chilling.
“Miss… why are you here?” It was a mundane question; it was something he always ask his clients, but Hiromi felt on edge asking you it. Even more when your eyebrow raised and your lips curled into a deeper smile. Like you were on the verge of laughing at him. He knew why, but he wanted to hear you say it.
For the past few months after he slept with you (and his rather abrupt leave since… he slept with his supervisor’s daughter and was terrified and hungover), you had been incessantly begging your father to alter Hiromi’s schedule constantly. Whether it was Hiromi defending one of your friends’ parents in court or being asked to be a guest lecturer for some 3L class, he knew it was your doing.
Especially when he was talking about the Japanese law system and its intricacies during a class lecture, and you were eyeing him in the front row like you wanted to fuck right then and there, eyes all sultry, wearing an impossibly short skirt, and twirling your hair around your finger.
Sure, you didn’t necessarily upright texted or called him (he didn’t even have your damn number), but it was too much of a coincidence for you to not be the mastermind of his busy schedule where he ‘so happens to see you’ all. The. Damn. Time. Then you act with pure slyness around him as if you knew you held something over him.
Since well…you did.
Before Hiromi could even begin to avoid you, the morning after, you’d proposed a ‘fuck buddies’ relationship, to which he hesitantly responded with a ‘I’ll think about it’ and left.
And now this? Even after Hiromi requested a few days off to relax after the constant cases with your friends’ parents. He was in the middle of indulging in some dishes his parents sent over when he got the fucking call from your father, faxing the documents over and sending him over to the station.
“False, mundane, little accusations, one can say. I know it would be a conflict of interest if my father defended me. So why not his favorite subordinate.”
“Elaborate on these false accusations.”
Your eyes brightened. “You know how tricky Japan and its justice system can be with … such situations.”
He narrowed his eyes at you, waiting for you to elaborate, and placed his leather work bag on the table with a quiet slam, taking out documents.
“Money laundering. From a legal clinic’s fund.”
Your lips pursed and you exhaled sharply. “That’s such an interesting word. Money laundering. Sounds like a word that would be related to ‘laundry’ or whatever. You wouldn’t think that word would have anything to do with messing with money… rather washing it!”
You giggled at your own joke yet all he wanted to do was to tell you to shut up on your tangent given the fact you’re accused of such a crime. And to a legal clinic’s fund? You’re fucking loaded and you do that?
“Did you..?”
“No. To be frank, the university’s clinic wasn’t really handling the money very well.” He sighed, rubbing his temples and glancing at the double sided mirror, hoping no one was there.
“Y/N—”
“Keep calling me that.” Your voice suddenly got sultry, following a slower cadence and incorporating a type of subtle vocal fry. “Just like that.”
Hiromi blinked, “Miss L/N. I’m trying to understand so that I can—“
You leaned towards him, arms crossed to the point where you were pushing your breasts together (much to Hiromi’s surprise and eliciting his current… embarrassment at the fact he was ogling you in such a manner…). Was his tie on too tight? Suddenly the chilliness of the interrogation room got replaced with a feeling of humidity…
“Why I’m here?”
He nodded, to which you pressed your lips together again. “So now you care?”
In his decade-long career of being an attorney faced with different stressful situations, he never thought he’d be so… speechless. Until now… and you.
“I beg your pardon?”
“Hiromi,” you clicked your tongue and tapped your nails on the table again, eyeing him up and down as if you were analyzing a piece of text. Hiromi felt the hairs behind his neck stand up; you said his name in such a manner that sounded like he was being scolded.
“I’m just a bit taken aback that this is what it takes for you to even speak to me.”
He felt his eye twitch. What the hell was wrong with you?
“Look—“
You smiled again. “I don’t embezzle. That’s dumb—but, I know who did. But why not take the blame if this is where it’s gonna get me: in front of you.”
“I know you’ve been avoiding me, counselor. I’ve been wanting to talk to you for a while.”
Was this even ethical? Where’s your cunning lawyer mindset? What if someone heard you? What the hell is going on? Are you insane?
“That’s out of the question, Miss L/N. Are you being honest right now?”
Fuck, your eyes gleamed the moment his voice cracked.
“Sir, if people were honest, there’d be no need for legal counsel or trial… however, I assure you I am. I would have no reason to lie to you.”
You batted your lashes at him, ever so tantalizing so, and gazed at him, eyes going from his lips to his nose and eyes. He felt nervous.
“Well… How much does settlement cost? I don’t mind. I’m satisfied.”
“A hefty amount, I can guarantee you that,” he replied.
He sighed, putting his documents away before muttering to himself, “I need compensation…”
He was quiet when he said so, but was thinking out loud. What a crock of shit this was.
Hiromi wanted to spew you out. You have everything handed to you on a silver platter—and you do this? This was during his damn day off, and you just sit there full of pure nonchalance for the situation you were currently in.
You’re lucky you haven’t even gotten expelled or blacklisted from other clinics. Sure, perhaps with your father’s connections and intent with going into corporate law, this mishap can be brushed over. It can even be erased!
But… where’s the fairness in that? Not everything can be fixed with money, after all. Where’s his settlement for having to deal with your ridiculous antics?
“Sure… I can compensate ya.” Hiromi looked up at you, your arms crossed and smiling innocently at him.
You stood up abruptly, startling him from the screeching chair, and planting your hands on the table.
“Sir, I don’t know if you’re aware of this about me… but I like pretty things. And if I see something I like, I’m going to want it.”
“Even if my methods are… ethically questionable.”
——
You were on your damn knees, the plush of the mattress sinking down while your back was arched against your attorney. Your body felt all hot, makeup all smudged and looking absolutely disheveled.
“M-More—! Gimmie—hic—more!” Your knuckles went white from the way you were gripping the sheets with such strength.
Hiromi was so mean, and rough, and so fucking elated. It was a deplorable little side of him that enjoyed it; enjoyed having you on your knees while you took his cock. Your hips moved against his pelvis while he thrusted into you, grabbing your hair roughly and forcing you to arch your back even further. “Fasterfaster—Oh fuck!”
“Goddamnit…” His lips were parted, groaning deeply while he held a fistful of your hair and tugged you backward towards him. Your pretty little cunt devoured his dick so deliciously—so tight and warm, he could’ve cum the second he bottomed out in you. He was so fucking deep inside you, you were sobbing like he was giving you the lay of your life.
After dealing with paperwork and making a few calls to the firm to deal with the issue at hand, you took him by the hand (rather romantically, might he add…) to a hotel downtown. For compensation.
It took a few hours of him discussing matters with your father and the station—much to his embarrassment of being in front of you doing such. You just stood beside him, eyeing him up and down and practically eye-fucking him.
Then the minute you got out of the station, it was already evening and you pulled him by the tie, saying something along the lines of ‘compensation needing to be discussed in a private spot next’.
Your face was squished on the mattress, muffling your loud cries while your tears stained the sheets (amongst other things). As unprofessional and rather improper it sounds, he could die a happy man buried inside your pussy.
Normally, Hiromi would be worried of what the other people in the hotel would be thinking considering you were crying so damn loud. But he’d be lying if he said he didn’t find this hot as hell.
“S-Sir—! L-Lemme try something…” You sounded absolutely exasperated, looking back from your shoulder and being met with Hiromi’s flustered, flushed face. He saw you smile, and pulled your hair harder.
“Sweetheart, are you really in the position to be making demands?”
“P-Please, sir…”
“Fine.” And there returned your cute smile, “Please lay down over there.”
He slid out of you for a slim moment and rested against the headboard. Hiromi stroked his slippery cock, glazed with your syrupy slick and his eyes widened at you, slowly approaching him and grabbing his cock to align it to your cunt. Oh the stretch was fucking delectable, just as you sank onto him.
“You’re so—nghhhfuck!”
You bit your bottom lip, legs shaking slightly while you angled your hips to rock yourself. It was almost damning how you threw your head back, covering your face and acting all shy like you didn’t initiate this.
“F-Fuck… move your hips like that,” he grabbed the plush of your hips and guided you back and forth on his cock. Your hands were planted on his firm lower stomach, and you squeaked with every slight movement of his firm cock inside you. “Attagirl, beautiful.”
“Just like that.”
It was sick, twisted, deplorable; there was no justification for fucking you again. Compensation, his ass. Now you’re both sober and aware.
But he couldn’t care less anymore. The way you bounced on his cock, plump breasts bouncing with every move of your hips slamming against him, drove him fucking insane. “S-Sir—! You’re so f-fucking big!”
Goddamn, was this a sight to fucking behold. Your maw was slack, tears running your face, and your brows were knit together while you fucked yourself with his cock, the tip pummeling your g-spot with every gyration of your hips.
You’re damn gorgeous.
He didn’t even have to do anything with his hips to have you sobbing.
“Mmm, fuck, sir—!” You pulled him by his loose tie with such damn force, leaning towards him to kiss you.
He could taste the gourmand of your lip product, the smoky lingering taste of the tobacco of your cigarette, and the feverishness radiating off you.
Your arms were wrapped around his neck as you began to kiss his face, paying extra attention on his nose and lips. Your back arched into his, breasts pressed against his firm chest while you kissed him.
However, it felt too tender to be purely of lust…too intimate and gentle for that. So much so that it began making Hiromi second-guess everything as his load spilled and sloshed inside you, dripping down your thighs as you got off him.
Hiromi’s breath hitched in his throat, his eyes following you getting off his cock and lowering down to suck him off. Holy fuck…
Your lips placed feathery-light kisses on his flushed skin, stopping by his cock and swirling your tongue on the weeping tip.
“You really… What the hell are you doing with an old guy like me, beautiful?” His rough, calloused hands caressed your smooth face, free of stress-induced wrinkles and any indicators of middle age. No grays, nothing…
And in comparison, Hiromi’s black hair was littered with grays; he had crow’s feet on the corners of his eyes every time he smiled (which was rarely nowadays…he wouldn’t want to bore you) and his already-prominent nose was getting longer with age.
You were too out of his league and tax bracket to even consider looking his way. Sure, he was a top lawyer at his firm, but you come from legal royalty… besides, Hiromi could only imagine the awkward situation he’d have with your father every time they’d work together on something.
You’re still in your youth, and you’re messing around with him? Just the thought bewildered him more than it should. You could have anyone you want.
Your lips suctioned on his length slowly, tongue flattened and feeling every curve and vein of his cock in your mouth.
“Because you treat me seriously.”
“And put me in my place, rightfully so.” Hiromi didn’t know what to say. You really were an adamant woman… and he’d love it if you didn’t have the dynamic you have.
“Reconsider my offer, counselor Higuruma.” Your doe eyes looked back at him, lashes fluttering charmingly while his cum and your slick smeared on your lips with every time you put his cock in your mouth.
He blinked in embarrassment and looked away, “I don’t— Jesus Christ—”
You sucked him even harder (if even possible) and your hand rubbed him at his base. Your eyes were still on him and you smiled.
“Is it the firm that’s making you this way?” And you knew your question was answered with Hiromi looking away again in embarrassment. Both from you being correct, and the fact you were jerking him off while simultaneously maintaining that dominant aura you have.
It was juxtaposing. But you really were right.
“Don’t worry about them. I’ll make it worth your while, sir.”