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Criminal Contempt (Chapter 7)

Previous Chapters

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

18+ Higuruma x reader Synopsis: You and Higuruma have hated each other since the second grade and for some reason, you ended up in the same classes, high school, college and now firm. With the company looking to make someone senior partner, you come face to face with your rival again. Tension builds as you two are forced to work together on a high profile case and nowhere to put your frustrations.

Trope: Enemies to lovers.

Warning: Graphic language, sex, smut.

Higuruma looked at his watch, seeing that it was now six in the evening. He’s been calling you for the last hour, wondering and waiting for your response. He texted you a few times, concerned for your wellbeing. After staying late at work, he wanted to know a good time to stop by and what you wanted to eat. In all honesty, it was eating him up inside for your lack of response. If something were to happen to you, he knew he couldn’t live with himself. 

Walking the isles of the grocery store, Higuruma took his time collecting ingredients that you liked. Maybe an angel hair pasta with a medium rare steak. Garlic, rosemary, thyme; everything needed to make the perfect dish. It was like a game of mental gymnastics. Higuruma believed that if he took his time and focused on the ingredients, it would distract him from checking his phone or calling you again. Time may go faster if he didn’t think about you. But that was a lie. What felt like an hour was only seven minutes with the eerie off white lights that shined down on the customers. 

There was a feeling within him that felt like a fire brewing in his chest. Higuruma called again, unable to control his eagerness to hear your voice. 

The voicemail played and even though he didn’t leave a message, he decided he would now. 

“Hey,” he said with concern flowing through his voice. “I got off work and went straight to the grocery store. I got some stuff to cook for you but I haven’t been able to get in contact with you. I’ll-”

The beep ended the message prematurely, making Higuruma’s frustration grow. He put his phone away and decided to check out and just drive over to your place. You could have been sleeping and just had your phone on do not disturb. He’s done that plenty of times and to fault you for that would be unfair. 

As he put his groceries in his car, he stopped himself. His thoughts became an echo that repeated over and over in his head. He wasn’t obsessive over you but there was a tinge of obsession there. It was all for your safety though. He just wanted you safe with him. 

Getting in, he pulled out of the parking lot with his stereo on low. Soft rock played in the background, matching his mood. But then he became increasingly anxious as he got closer to your place. His eyes were hyperfocused on the road and his hand tight on the wheel. When he finally made it to a stop light, something told him to look to his right. In the parking lot of Finder, a popular bar, he saw a car that looked a lot like yours. 

There was no second guessing but just to make sure, he popped a U-turn at the light and pulled in. Quickly getting out of his car, he looked through the window and saw the grey Chanel cardigan that you loved to wear, sitting in the passenger seat. 

He had to remind himself that he wasn’t going to get jealous. He couldn’t be jealous. You weren’t his girlfriend and it’s not like you two were committed to each other but in a sense, you were. Building trust required honesty and Higuruma was nothing but honest with you. 

Suddenly, he heard your laugh around the corner. It was infectious and rang like wind chimes in a light breeze. Who could be making you laugh like this? Higuruma quickly stood behind a truck that was two sizes too big for this small parking lot. Feeling a rush, Higuruma had to ground himself. You could be meeting up with a family member or a friend. Joy can spark from small conversations, surrounded by strangers that were inebriated in a bar. Your laugh could mean anything and that’s what he would continue to tell himself.

Listening carefully, he heard the pitter-patter of your footsteps paired with someone else’s. Peaking his head around the corner, Higuruma’s worst nightmare came true. Hovering near you with his eyes lowered with care, Nanami said something inaudible that made you show all thirty-two of your pearly whites. 

“Thank you,” you told Nanami. “This was a great way to start my mini vacation.”

“Of course,” he responded, lightly touching your arm. “Text when you get home, alright?”

“I will,” you responded sweetly. Nanami kind of lingered, itching for a romantic gesture to follow. His eyes were fixated on you, like a bee to a sunflower. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to relay his feelings for you but instead, waved you off and walked to his car. 

Higuruma breathed loudly through his nose, seeing right through Nanami’s “good guy” demeanor. Watching you closely, he noticed that you didn’t double-back to see if he looked at you, which gave assurance that you had no romantic interest towards Nanami. Higuruma soon felt regret as he watched you grab your phone from your pocket and look at the messages he sent. 

“Oh no. I forgot my phone was on do not disturb,” you whispered to yourself. You immediately called Higuruma and his phone began to ring. He panicked and was frantically trying to reach for it before you heard. Thankfully, it was noisy enough from the bar to drown it out. He declined the call and you were sent to voicemail. 

“Higuruma, I am so sorry I missed your calls. I was at the bar and forgot I put my phone on ‘do not disturb. Call me when you’re free. Come over whenever.” You hung up and got into your car before driving off. 

Leaning against the wall, Higuruma felt like he breached some level of trust with you. “Fuck,” he said, feeling as if this would eat at him. Thinking on his feet, he left to buy some flowers before heading over to see you. 

When you got home, you texted Nanami that you made it home safely. And as beautiful as he was, you found yourself thinking about Higuruma instead. It was obvious that Nanami wanted to talk to you in a more romantic sense but you shied away from his advances by cutely diverting any hint of flirtation he gave you. It wasn’t like he was overbearing or aggressive, it’s just that the overall tone of your meet-up was perfect for a night of romance that you wasn’t willing to accept. Plus, you had an agreement with Higuruma. Sleeping with others was off the table and you planned to follow that. 

You walked to your bathroom and started taking off your clothes. After running the water, you let the steam fill the room. Your mind wandered to a place you had missed as you stepped into the stream that washed away your day. You instinctively closed your eyes as the hot water slammed against your chest. Your hands slowly running across your breasts and then your stomach, reminiscing a touch you craved on the daily. 

You couldn’t let yourself get carried away since Higuruma could still come over. Quickly lathering your body, you heard the doorbell ring. 

“Coming!” you yelled as if someone could hear you. You washed off the rest of the soap and looked at your phone to see who was at the door. Through your camera, you smiled seeing Higuruma standing there with flowers and groceries. 

With nothing but a towel hugging your body, you opened the door with a pep in your step and a bit of whimsy in your eyes. It was unlike you to react this way. After all, it was just Higuruma.

As you opened the door, a knot in your stomach formed. It was a mix of butterflies, anxiety and excitement that filled your body. Higuruma immediately smiled from ear to ear, completely enamored by your beauty. 

“Hi,” you sang with a tone lighter than usual. “I wanted to take a quick shower to get this nasty bar smell off of me.”

Higuruma tried to keep the mood light, still wanting to tell you about what happened. It was uncertain how you’d react but he was sure you wouldn’t take what he did lightly. 

“I have a lot to catch you up on,” you told him, taking the flowers and putting them in a vase. You were so chipper and the excitement was strange. Higuruma slowly started second guessing the truth stuck in his throat. “I’m ready to eat and tell you about the conversation I had with Nanami.”

He was shocked you mentioned him. He assumed that you would believe he’d be jealous but maybe this was you testing him. If anything, this was a sign to be upfront. 

“Before you start,” he said, “I want to tell you that I saw your car at the bar and parked there to see if you were with someone.” He said it so quickly, that he thought you didn’t catch it. He could see you thinking and trying to find a way to respond. “I know you said that we should learn to trust each other. That we should be honest and-”

You put a hand up, not caring for an explanation. To be fair, you two just finished arguing about your lack of trust in him. “I guess we can call it even.”

He was bracing for an answer a lot worse than that but felt relieved that you said that. “That’s it?”

You rolled your eyes, not wanting to start an argument. “Higuruma, we have to start on a clean slate. Seriously, if we keep doing this to each other, we can’t… we can’t be more.” You looked at him with hurt in your eyes as a wave of emotion overcame you. Your feelings took a complete one-eighty. Feeling as if the high you were on suddenly came crashing down. 

Higuruma pulled you into his arms and kissed the top of your head. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “And you’re right. We can’t move forward until we do something about it so I’ll be honest with you.” He stepped back and removed his jacket. “You weren’t answering my calls. I became scared. Anything could happen to you and I- I honestly don’t know what would happen if something did happen to you. I spent so much time in that grocery store picking out dumb ass ingredients and thinking about you. You never texted or called back. I was not okay.” Higuruma’s words came out with ease as his heart was now speaking for him. “I planned on stopping by and saw your car at the bar. I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but I did.” He put his tongue to his cheek and decided to lay it all out, clear and simple. “We’re not a couple but I fear someone will take your heart before I ever get a chance to.”

You felt your heart skip a beat hearing that last sentence. 

Before he got the chance to.

His feelings for you ran deeper than you realized. You knew he cared for you but this may be more than that. You noticed his breathing had slowed down since the heaviness that weighed down on him was out on the table. You didn’t know what to say. What could you say?

Higuruma saw your uneasiness from the way you shifted your weight from one leg to another. You hugged your body, the usual indicator that you were uncomfortable or anxious. 

He sighed heavily and confessed something you weren’t expecting. “You didn’t do anything to make me not trust you but to see the way you smiled at Nanami hurt. It made me think that I wasn’t good enough.” His eyes were glossy, making you more alert. 

Was he going to cry?

He cleared his throat, refusing to show more emotion than he wanted to. Your feet began to move and your hands reached out to him slowly. Higuruma had a soft soul and you failed to recognize that early on. The one thing you saw as a weakness for him, was showing up to be his strength. You hugged his body, finally letting your walls down. Higuruma accepted this embrace, feeling the warmth of your affection taking over the dark atmosphere. 

“I fight with myself all the time over you,” you told him, hugging him a little tighter. “I find myself smiling when I think about you and could never understand why.” He pulled you away slightly to look into your eyes as you spoke. You smiled, seeing him so devoted to you. “I’ve never had someone fight for me like this or care for me like this in a romantic way.”

“I know what I want,” he told you, looking down at your lips. 

You chuckled under your breath and stopped him before this went any further. “I want a new set of rules.”

“This is the third time we’d make rules.”

“I just feel like the dynamic has changed and usually with new dynamics are new regulations and-”

He grabbed your face and made you stand still. “Relationships don’t have rules and regulations. This isn’t a civil contract.” He kissed you softly with a peck before letting your face go. 

“Relationship is a strong word.”

“Exclusive,” he corrected. “We are exclusive and when the trial is over, I’m going to formally ask you to be my girlfriend.”

“I’m going to say no,” you joked. 

“Oh, so I need to convince you a little more?” The atmosphere quickly turned as he reached for the towel that was wrapped tightly around your body. The smell of Dove body wash still wafted off your skin as Higuruma wanted to apologize to you in the best way he could. 

Paired with a home-cooked meal, he wanted to pamper you. He loosened your towel enough that it fell to the ground with a soft thud. Admiring your body, his eyes examined every inch of you. Your breasts sat pretty and your skin looked supple enough to lick all night. 

Eagerness filled your body as he took his time with his own foreplay. He walked up to you with a heavy confidence. His pants were tight, once again, making you want to fall on your knees and please him. But in this instance, you had to remember that you had the power now. He owed you for his jealousy. He owed you for eavesdropping. He owed you an apology that you were more than willing to accept, for now.

Putting a hand to your bare waist, he leaned down and kissed you softly on the lips. His breath hot against your mouth, holding back what he truly wanted to do. Turned on by your naked body, Higuruma just wanted to slam you against the wall and fuck you right through it. 

Kneeling onto his knees, Higuruma looked up at you with his tired eyes, pleading for something through them. Each kiss along your stomach had you curl your toes against the hardwood floor, holding on to his shoulders as he went lower and lower. He licked the inside of your thighs, leaving a trail of spit that left a cool sensation all over your body. You knew what he was going to do and you were overly-sensitive as his breath came closer to your clit. He was still looking up at you, wanting you to make eye contact. 

“Hi-Higuruma, the food…” you said breathlessly as his tongue licked along your delicious pussy lips. You were dripping, simply from his touch and he was ready to lap up all that he could.

“The food can wait,” he mumbled before lifting you up above his shoulders. Walking to the nearest wall, you were high in the air with your pussy in his mouth. Holding both of your thighs and your legs over his shoulders, he dug his face deep into you as you struggled to hold on to something, anything. You looked up at your ceiling while he moaned into your clit, enjoying the appetizer that was you. 

“Huh… Oh!” You were screaming wildly as Higuruma feasted upon you like a starving animal. His hands were firm on your body, making sure you were secure. His head moved up and down slowly while the tip of his nose took in your scent and your taste. Your hands went down to his hair while the loud sucking noises filled your ears. Your hips indistinctively moved as you felt like coming. 

You wanted him to fuck you and just finish you right here but there was no holding back. He refused to stop sucking and flicking his tongue against your pussy. The tips of his nose turned slightly red as you rubbed yourself against it. He dug deeper into you as he skillfully spread your lips with his tongue.

Your thighs began to shake and you unknowingly squeezed them against the sides of his head. An orgasm so intense took over your body that Higuruma had to steady you as you came in his mouth. He licked all of your juices and relaxed his body as you came down from your high.

“Ah,” you whimpered, going limp as your body finished. Higuruma kissed your pussy a few more times before gently lowering you down to the floor. You had never had an experience like this before and your body was extremely thankful for it.

“I can convince you some more after dinner,” he blushed.

“What about you?” you asked sweetly, looking down at his bulge. 

“Don’t worry about me,” he told you. It was obvious he only wanted to please you and make sure he made up for everything. “Go relax, change and I’ll let you know when dinner is ready.”

Taking your time, you went back to your room and slipped on a nightgown that stopped at your upper thighs. You wanted him to crave you a little more by the time you two were done with dinner. You grabbed your phone and saw a message from Nanami, not expecting any more texts for the night from him. 

You opened it and saw a picture of the accent wall he built in his home. It was tasteful and not overwhelming, something she imagined for hers. It was paired with a text that said.

Let me know when you want me to come over and I’ll help you get started. :>)

At the bar, he talked about how his dad was a carpenter. This was something that interested you because you told him about some renovations you wanted done. Now, you made sure that Higuruma had trust in you. Your wants and your feelings were only focused on him. However, Nanami was a threat in his eyes. Maybe if he invited him over when Nanami helped her, he’d feel a bit better about it. Either way, she was going to keep the door open for reconciliation between the pair. 

After an hour, Higuruma begin to set the table, watching as you itched to help him. “I brought a dessert topping,” he told you with a smirk.

“Just a topping?” you asked, wondering what he meant by that. 

He looked away from you and fixed you both a plate. “Yes. I was thinking of a different type of dessert for tonight.”

Food play isn’t really my thing but I guess I’ll bend for you.” 

“I’m hoping you do more than bend for me,” he winked.

You were falling for his charm. Who would have thought that the guy you’ve hated for half of your life would be this charming prince with a strong craving for sex every night. 

You both took a seat and started eating, side by side and riddled with a tension that forced you two to eat a little faster. Your mind went to the renovations conversation you had with Nanami. Mentioning it now would be a band-aid that could be ripped off rather quickly. “Nanami is coming over for the weekend to help me begin some renovations on my place. We’re going to create an accent wall in my bedroom.” You saw his chewing slow down and his eyes fixated on his half-eaten steak. In the past, you’d just do whatever you wanted but you wanted to be considerate of Higuruma and his feelings. 

He took a sip of his water and you could see the heat rising in his cheeks. He wiped his mouth with a napkin and put his hands over his face, letting his eyes roll in his head and then land on you. 

“What time did he plan on coming over?”

It was a question you weren’t expecting but you answered it the best you can. “He was thinking around seven in the morning on Saturday. That way we can go shopping and gather supplies.”

“Got it. I’ll be here Friday after work and stay with you for the weekend.”

You huffed,” Do you want the firm to find out about us?”

“I really don’t care if they find out about us,” Higuruma stated in a matter-of-fact tone. “It’s none of Nanami’s business anyway. Plus, we’re colleagues on the same level. Neither of us is superior to the other.”

“Yet,” you told him with a tight lip. “When one of us gets promoted, we can’t continue this anymore. It’s either that or-”

“Quit?” he finished, unmoved by the testament. “I’ll quit.”

“You’d give up your career? Your entire career and rapport you’ve built to get to where you are now?”

Higuruma pushed his plate and grabbed your chair. Pulling you closer, he wanted to make it as clear as possible about his intentions about you. “I’ll give up the entire practice for you. What’s not clicking?”

You were astonished. Why would anyone give up such prestige for someone, unless you truly loved them but there was no way he felt that already. Right?

You searched his eyes, knowing that deep down, maybe he did love you. It scared you and it made you want to run and hide. However, you were at home, face-to-face with your past enemy. 

“I’ll be here Friday night,” he told you, turning back to his food. 

That familiar itch to argue came back but you didn’t scratch it. You let it sit and slowly turned back to your food. Picking at it, you suddenly lost your appetite. It wasn’t the argument itself but the realization of Higuruma’s feelings. Even though he hadn’t said, you dread the day he did. 

It’s not like you weren’t ready, it was just scary to think about. He noticed your blank stare, wanting to understand what was going through your head. The silence was palpable, creating a heavy cloud over you both. 

Higuruma felt like he crossed a line, forcing himself into your space and time with Nanami. He lied about his jealousy but in reality, he’s never been jealous of a girlfriend with anyone. He only felt jealous when someone was with you. Only you. 

“How about I stop by later in the day, just to help out. Maybe I can bring you both lunch.” Higuruma was doing damage control. Even after saying that, you didn’t seem to ease up any. Which means your mind wasn’t even stuck on that. “I mean, I don’t have to come at all. I guess I got caught up.”

“Come whenever,” you whispered. The rest of the dinner was silent and you immediately brushed your teeth for bed. It was obvious that neither of you wanted to have sex but the tension was so strange. 

You were a well-known self-sabotage when it came to relationships. You usually jumped ship before things got too deep. With your fight or flight kicking in, you fought with the urge to end things early. The scary thought of a full blown relationship and possibility of leaving a career scared the living shit out of you. 

Higuruma stayed the night, at your request, wanting to still be close to him. You didn’t know how to bring up a conversation of a relationship or how you’d both navigate it. There were fraternization policies in place and when promoted, you’d both have a tough decision to make. Higuruma was sure of his decisions, you weren’t. 

As you lay in bed, Higuruma came from the bathroom and wondered if you were checked out from what he said. He climbed in next to you and cuddled you from behind. His arms slowly wrapped around you and you held on to him tight, wanting to feel him. 

“Higuruma, I don’t think I’m ready to give up this career.”

“I don’t want you too,” he said, kissing the back of your head. A tear fell from your eye, with a small sniff that made Higuruma hug you tighter. 

“I’m terrified of the future. I don’t want to swim too deep. I don’t want either of us to get hurt.”

Higuruma made you turn to him, watching as you tried to hide your face. With tears spilling, it was clear that your feelings for him were just as deep as his. You weren’t going to admit it though, at least not now.

Wiping away your tears, he reflected on your past and how important your career was. He wanted to cry with you, in fear that you would leave him. But Higuruma was strong for you both and more reassuring than ever.

“The future terrifies me too,” he confessed. “But losing you scares me more than anything. I need you to understand that. There are options outside of this firm and finding a new one wouldn’t be a problem. As long as I have you, nothing else matters.”

You became calm as his hand rested on your face. 

“Just tell me everything will be okay,” you whispered. 

“Everything will be okay,” he told you with certainty in his voice but not in his heart. 

You held his hand and closed your eyes. “I don’t believe you.”

He forced a smile through the pain. “I don’t trust me either.” 

He kissed you softly on the lips before watching you drift to sleep. When he heard your light snores, he let out a breath that felt tight in his chest. Feeling safe to let out his emotions, he let a few tears escape before falling asleep too. 

9 hours!

(Deleted my other story because my writer's block has been lifted. Starting a new one. Multi-chapter.)

18+ Higuruma x reader Synopsis: You and Higuruma have hated each other since the second grade and for some reason, you ended up in the same classes, high school, college and now firm. With the company looking to make someone senior partner, you come face to face with your rival again. Tension builds as you two are forced to work together on a high profile case and nowhere to put your frustrations.

Trope: Enemies to lovers.

Warning: Graphic language, sex, smut.

Criminal Contempt

(Chapter 1)

"Me and Higuruma? What?" You were floored by the announcement and tried your best to keep calm but the thought of working with that callous man was along the lines of a nightmare coming to fruition. No matter where you were in life, he was right behind you, taunting you. Standing up, you wanted to be respectful of your superiors in the room. With a loving smile, you scanned the room to make a suggestion. "I personally think Michael or even Sheryl would be a great partner for this case. They have the-"

"Either you work with Higuruma or I replace you," your boss said, not giving any wiggle room for negotiation. 

You let out a shaky breath and sat back down, slightly embarrassed by how quickly he shut down your suggestion. A nudge was felt against your arm and Sheryl nodded to the left so that Higuruma could get your attention. He simply smiled and gave you a wink that made your blood boil. 

With the firm huddled in one conference room, they announced that you and Higuruma were the top two contenders for senior partner. The praise could only distract you for so long. Imagine working with someone who has prayed for your downfall for the longest time. It’s like you were bound to him in some way. 

“This case is the most high-profile one we’ve had this year.” They turned on the monitor to show us the headlines and current news surrounding Anya Spars, the Hollywood starlet that is being accused of murdering her boyfriend. All odds were stacked against her in the news but her testimony could be the key to saving her. “You two will gather three more lawyers for support but this case depends on you both. We trust you’ll both make the best decision.”

The room became empty as all of the lawyers went back to their duties and even though the space was large with a panoramic view of downtown, it seemed small with just you two in it. Your eyes looked everywhere but at Higuruma but he kept his gaze on you. 

Today, you did wear a blouse that emphasized your chest but you didn’t think it was too distracting. You covered your chest just in case, wanting to begin discussions with Higuruma.

Clearing your throat, you spoke up with confidence. “I want Sheryl, Michael and Hewie.”

“No to Sheryl and Hewie, yes to Michael,” he responded, a smile forcing itself against his lips.

“Why not?” you replied, immediately irritated by his smugness. It was always a back and forth with him. All he wanted to do was argue and the vast majority of your arguments start because of him. 

“Sheryl will be a distraction for you because all you two do is gossip. Michael isn’t detail-oriented. I saw his review.”

“So you’re sneaking reviews now?” Your disgust only became stronger as you imagined how much he snooped through your files.

“No,” Higuruma stood up and slowly walked your way. He slid his hands into his pockets and hovered over you like he was waiting on you to make some type of move. “He showed me because he wanted guidance from me; someone he saw as a leader in this field. I got to see his work first-hand. He’s the last person we need on this team. Replace them with Alec and Gemma and we have a deal.”

“No to Alec, yes to Gemma.” Your tone became more and more authoritative because he was trying to bulldoze these choices.

“Alec has the experience,” Higuruma raised his voice slightly, upset by your unwillingness to listen to him.

You stood up and got in his face, “And Alec has an ego about as big as yours. I’m not dealing with two classless babies on this fucking team that want their egos stroked.” Before Higuruma could make a rebuttal, you gave him two more options. “Elliot or Munch. Either one of those two I can make room for and if you refuse either one, I will find the final member myself without your consent.”

His jaw was clinched and the incredible urge to cuss you out was all that he wanted to do. But with this promotion on the line, he’ll force himself to play nicely. At the end of the day, you were very much a favorite in this office. You were likeable and tough; a dangerous combination to have as a lawyer. “When I make partner, your ass will be knee deep in piss poor contracts and paperwork, you’ll hate the day you chose to be a lawyer. And I’ll make sure you wear turtlenecks so your gross boobs don’t startle potential clients.”

You stepped closer to him, feeling the tension grow between you two. “Well when I make partner, I’ll have your ass spending the night in the office filing all my shit until your fingers bleed.”

“You’re an arrogant little shit,” he said through clenched teeth. He thought you constantly crossed lines and didn’t really feel like you earned your worth here. To be in competition for senior partner with you felt like a joke. 

“But I’m also the big shit,” you smirked, letting the cologne from his skin feel your senses. “Nice cologne by the way. A good mix to ward off winning cases. Oops!” You covered your mouth and let your blouse expose your chest a little more. “Forgot you just lost a big case. Bummer.” You tilted your head with a sarcastic pout that made him suck his teeth. 

“Elliot,” he reluctantly answered. He turned on his toes and stormed out of the room as you held back a grin. Getting under his skin felt like a personal win. His demeanor was always calm yet stern in the workplace but when he was with you, it was something… different. The relationship that you two formed was never good and had no signs of getting better. With a high stress job, who had the time to bond and make friends?

In the hallway, Higuruma briskly walked past his colleagues and to his office. He was already stressed from his previous case. His team lost but he felt like they could have won if they took more initiative. He loosened his tie and tried to let himself breathe as he felt a bit constricted in his clothes. The room was quiet and the hallways were oddly eerie with no footsteps in earshot. The only thing one could hear were his short and calculated breaths. A breathing technique he learned in therapy was to breathe in for five seconds and then breath out for five seconds. It was effective enough for him to control his emotions around you and only you.  

A light knock was heard on his door and he told whoever it was to come in, guessing it was Haibara. Haibara slid his body inside the room and waved at his colleague. 

“We’re having happy hour tonight at the karaoke bar,” he whispered, trying not to be too loud. 

“Did you fucking invite her too?” Higuruma rubbed his eyes in irritation because he knew what the answer would be.

Haibara shrugged. “It’s a celebration for you both. We can’t invite one without the other.”

Higuruma sighed, “Will all our partners be there? If the heads aren’t there, I won’t be there.”

“Everyone is going.”

“Fuck!” he felt defeated but needed to plan a way to gain some power over you. Maybe you’d fuck up and spill a drink on someone important tonight or get shit-faced enough to embarrass yourself. The mere thought of you ruining yourself brought a little excitement to his heart.

Haibara’s eyes widened as he watched his good friend lose his cool. “Didn’t you get put on medication to control your blood pressure? Why are you letting her get to you?”

“Because she’s been in my life since we were kids.” The veins begin to pop out of his neck and Haibara was worried the man would have a heart attack. “Middle school spelling bees, reading competitions, high school debate, the fight for fucking valedictorian and fighting to get the highest honors in college. She always thought she was better than me but worst of the worst, she is always there! I can’t escape her.”

Haiabra put his hands together and stood by the door for an easy escape. “Look, just drink with the crew, schmooze a little and then dip. No need to even give her your attention. But also… If you guys have always been around each other, maybe it’s a sign you two should kiss and make up. Maybe fuck the anger away.”

“I will never be her friend. An acquaintance is hard enough. And if you think I’mma fuck her too… you must be out of your mind.” Higuruma stood up and looked at the clock. “I’m glad it’s Friday. I won’t have to see her face for the next couple of days.”

Haibara smirked. “Alright, I may have overstepped there but you can at least admit she’s attractive. Do you know how interns request her when they come in? Ten times more than you.”

“Alright, that’s enough.” Higuruma motioned Haibara out. “I’ll see you tonight. I’m staying for no more than thirty minutes and then I’m out.”

That night, the firm bought out a section of the most popular bars in town. It was upscale and definitely a place for the elites but a place that didn’t allow too much trashiness into its vicinity. As much as you didn’t care to come to this place, your mind was filled with previous cases that could help Anya. You tried not to overthink because t the end of the day, the case was a big payday. Whether it was a loss or a win, the firm would gain the publicity to skyrocket them at the top of the food chain. 

The lights in the bar were blinding, as it turned into a mini club with loud music and many patrons. The stickiness of the floor against Higuruma’s new shoes made him want to leave before finishing his first beer. With one person yelling in his ear and another body leaning in to hear the conversation closer, his eyes were peeled on you. As the music blared through the speakers, they seemed to have gone quiet as his tunnel vision focused on you. Your laugh was obnoxious and the way you stood tall and confident felt unearned. With your hair nicely done and smile wide and bright, he felt like you were just a demon sent to make his life hell. 

Haibara took notice of his gaze and couldn’t help but taunt him a little. “She’s single from what I hear. Maybe the universe is telling you something.”

Higuruma winced at the idea of you and him together. Taking another sip, he could feel his blood boil just from the thought of you touching him. However, the more he sipped and the longer he looked at you, he noticed new things about you. Your skin wasn’t perfect but clear, indicating your skin routine was thorough. 

Your lips were glistening with a new lip gloss you were raving about during lunch and you took big sips of a cocktail that looked too fruity for his taste. You were infuriating to watch yet he couldn’t look away. It’s almost like your happiness was his trigger.

A heavy hand fell onto his shoulder and he saw Sheryl by his side. His eyes looked her up and down, letting his expression ask the question. “I wanted to thank you for personally choosing me to be on this high-profile case.” Her giggles were louder than the music and it was obvious she started drinking before everyone else.

“Excuse me?” Higuruma queried, feeling a strong spike in his heart rate.

Sheryl shot a look at Haibara before continuing. “I was told you hand picked me for the case and I am honored. Haibara! Come to the corner to gossip about my ex with me!” She grabbed him and he reluctantly followed, leaving Higuruma to himself.

Higuruma’s eyes narrowed in on you; glistening against the many hues because what the fuck were you thinking going against what you two agreed on? The final choice was Elliot and you were playing in his face the entire time. 

You had your back turned to the crowd and felt a nudge from Gail. “I can’t believe you told her to say that. Higuruma has been staring at you all night and that shit only made him even more angry.” You looked over your shoulder for a split second and caught a glimpse of the black cloud hovering over his head. He was furious. 

“Anything to get under his skin,” you said, putting your empty cup to the side. “He’s in a pissing contest with me and I plan on winning. He tried to size me up after the meeting and I’m just asserting some dominance.” 

Gail shrugged at your remark. “I think you two should fuck and get it over with. We all see it.”

A look of disgust crossed your face because what the hell was she thinking stating that? 

“I wouldn’t let him fuck me if my life depended on it.”

“Well I’ll fuck him for you. That long ass nose is my riiiiide.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at her remark. She’s a few drinks ahead of you and she wasn’t afraid to truly speak her mind.

You sauntered to the bathroom after a while and was relieved that it wasn’t occupied. Opening the door, you tried to close it behind you but it came to an abrupt stop. When you turned to see the issue, Higuruma stood at the door, hovering over you with an expression that could kill. He stepped inside and locked it behind him. You couldn’t help but laugh.”Doing illegal shit like this as a lawyer isn’t a good look.”

“Sheryl?” he questioned, coming closer to you. “I told you no.”

“It was a joke,” you whispered, turning to reapply your lipgloss. Higuruma snatched it from your hands and cornered you. 

“If you want to work as a team, you have to be fucking civil but I guess you can’t even do that.”

“It was just a joke!” His eyes searched yours as you felt a new sensation come over you. “Give me my gloss.” You reached for it but he held it back and above his head. Being able to have some control over you gave him slight amusement. To see you helpless was something he never expected.

Higuruma moved closer to you, putting his knee between your legs and pinning you against the sink. “I’ve hated you since I met you. And the fact that I can’t escape you haunts me every day. You whip your dick around the office and you think that you’re better than everyone,” he told you with a hint of tequila on his breath.

“I am,” you teased, eyeing your gloss. He pushed you a little more into the sink, making it impossible for you to move. “Ever since we met as kids, you started this makeshift rivalry in your head.”

“It’s because you’re a bitch and you’ve been one since we were young.” He suddenly got a whiff of your perfume and for a moment, he wasn’t angry but intrigued. “I seriously fucking hate you and I want this trial to move as fast as possible.”

“If you hate me so much, why are you hard?” A tinge of arousal rose between you both. The musk of his cologne mingling with your flowery sweet scent seemed to work well together. As much as you wanted to push him off, being a little powerless under him was something you’ve never experienced before. You could knee him or slap him but you were exactly where you wanted to be… and he could tell.

Higuruma didn’t move but tried to ease his racing heart. This feeling that he had was anger mixed with a stimulation he didn’t mean to experience. Instead of arguing about his sudden arousal, he only glared at you. It was the same glare he’d give at work but slightly different. 

You looked down at the bulge and saw it only got tighter against his slacks. At the end of the day, he was the problem, not you. Giving him satisfaction was not ideal, so you wanted to end this and return to the party. Not wanting this fleeting moment to last any longer, you pushed him away.

“Fuck you,” you spat.

“Fuck you,” he said without missing a beat. 

Before you could argue back, his hands cupped your face and he placed his lips against yours in the gentlest way. You instinctively parted your lips to let the tequila on his tongue mix with the fruits of your cocktail. Shoving your hips together, you both forgot that you were making out in a bathroom. His hand roamed to your neck and then down to your chest, squeezing your breasts roughly. You both hated every minute of it but loved how it felt. You put your hand to his bulge and shivered at the soft moan he let out as you fumbled with his button. 

Letting his pants fall, he looked down at you with an intimidating gaze. “On your knees,” he said breathlessly.

You did as you were told and got to your knees, locking eyes with him for the next set of directions. This felt like an out of body experience for you both but you were going to indulge in the forbidden fruit; just for night. The dirt and grime of the dirty bathroom floor didn’t bother you as his dick unfurled from his pants. For a moment, you assessed the situation. A dirty, grungy floor with a toilet to your left and Higuruma’s big dick in your face. This wasn’t ideal for anyone but you couldn’t bring yourself to stand up. 

You didn’t want to. 

He looked down at you as if you were filth but somewhat challenged you with his words.

“Do you know what to do with it or…”

You scoffed, wanting to stand up and punch him in the face but temptation was knocking at your door. Your eyes followed the base of his happy trail and assessed the length of his dick. He watched you carefully, analyzing your every movement. Kissing you was a mistake, fucking you would be even worse. Both your judgements could easily be excused for consuming alcohol but you both knew it wasn’t true and that the excuse wouldn’t work.

Your hands grabbed on to his thighs for support and you leaned in to kiss the tip of his glistening tip. The pre-cum was salty yet flavorful, enticing you to want more. Higuruma did his best to keep his hands to himself as your mouth slowly moved further onto his dick. Your tongue circled around the tip, wetting the veins throbbing from the interaction. 

Higuruma closed his eyes as his jaw clenched in pure bliss. To have you on your knees for him was like a blessing from the gods. His cock only grew with the sweet sensation of wet heat engulfing him. His cock began throbbing as your head bobbed back and forth. Your small moans sounded like music to his ears, knowing you were just as turned on as he was. 

Spit slowly dribbled down your chin with every sloppy suck you gave. Your lips glistened with the remnants of your new gloss, leaving a glittery little trail along his cock. 

With your eyes closed, you felt your panties become wetter as you embarrassingly became submissive to the very man you hate. You quickly dipped your tongue into the slit of his base, causing him to let out a soft moan. 

“Ahh…” he whimpered. He was close to coming but you didn’t want to stop.

Fuck.

He tasted so good. You felt his hand grab the back of your head and he soon begin to thrust his hips slowly. The silence between you two was heavy as the tension spoke for you both. He fucked your mouth slowly, wanting to see how deep you could go. Taking deep breaths, you took him all in, signaling that you could deepthroat with no issues. 

Immediately putting both hands in your hair, he begin to fuck your mouth with no need of assistance from you. He wanted to use you like a little sex doll, to control you and assert the dominance he was unable to assert in the office. 

“Shit…” he let out softly as the electricity filtered through his body.

You held on to his thighs as his moans got louder and his thrusts got deeper. Praying that the music was loud enough to drown him out, he pumped himself a little faster until you felt the warmth of his cum coat your throat. His body stiffened and then went limp as he finished in your mouth.

You let out a small gag and looked up at him with slightly watery eyes. His eyes were locked in on yours and the anger between you both soon returned. He slowly pulled himself out and pushed your head away. Grabbing some tissues, he wiped his dick and pulled up his pants, not wanting this moment to last longer than it should.

“Here,” he picked up your lipgloss and forced it into your hand. He fumbled with his belt while you contemplated everything that had just happened.

Your eyes looked forward as you felt the regret take over your mind. You couldn’t even look at him. 

Higuruma caught his breath and leaned against the door for a moment. He watched as you snapped out of your thoughts and stood up, slightly ashamed about what had just happened. Spitting out what was left of him, you gathered yourself in the mirror.

“I’m not going to tell anyone, if that’s what you’re thinking,” he said, watching you frantically get yourself together.

“I didn’t think you were,” you snapped. Putting on your gloss, you made sure you looked presentable and walked out of the bathroom without saying another word to him. 

Higuruma waited a minute before leaving but also caught a glimpse of his afterglow in the mirror. His cheeks were tinged with red and the roots of his hair were moist. He knew he crossed a line and didn’t really understand why he did it. What he did know was that he wanted to do it again. Leaving the bathroom, he scanned the bar to see where you went but couldn’t find you. It’s like the room grew ten times larger and more people were here. 

Gail came over with her sixth drink to her lips and Higuruma walked over to her to ask where you went. 

“She said she wasn’t feeling good,” she recalled. “She looked a little flushed, so she went home.”

“Right,” he breathed. Feeling as if he made things worse, he went home too; only thinking about you the entire night.

“It’s Saturday,” he heard Haibara whining on the other end of his line. “Why the hell would you go into the office today? You don’t have to work on this casee until Monday.”

Higuruma was pulling into the parking lot of the firm and looked at the time. “It’s ten in the morning. I’d expect you to still be sleeping in.”

“I am but I took someone home last night and made her breakfast.”

“Settling down?” Higuruma joked.

“No. Just ensuring I get seconds.”

Higuruma sighed at his friend’s misogynistic antics. He thought about whether or not he should confide in him about his hookup with you in the bathroom but decided against it. Haibara is a gossip and the last thing he needed was rumors swirling around the office.

“I just got to the building, I’ll talk to you later,” Higuruma hung up and took his laptop case with him. Dressed in sweats, he was going to work to distract himself from you. 

He rode the elevator to the tenth floor and they opened up to someone already there. The lights of the hallway were on and the conference room looked open. He figured it was the janitorial crew but they never come on the weekends. Putting his laptop case down, he walked over to the conference room and followed the voice that sounded eerily familiar. 

“In the case of Josey v. California, the defendant suffered under the hands of abuse of the deceased with the justification of-” 

You turned to see Higuruma at the door and groaned. “I can't even escape you on our off days now?”

For some reason, he was slightly hurt by the comment but put on the charm that made you irk. “I came to work on the case. I appreciate you getting started on it. I like my subordinates tenacious.”

You sucked your teeth and looked him up and down. “Subordinate…” You pushed your cheek against your tongue, feeling your chest puff up from his comment. “Do you need something?”

Higuruma didn’t need anything but wanted another excuse to be near you. It’s not that he liked you but he couldn’t stop thinking about last night. He did a quick look over and saw you were in fitted low-rise jeans and a plain top. You didn’t have makeup on and your hair was a mess but who was he to judge? “What have you found?”

You rolled your eyes and threw some papers at him. “Feel free to look through the evidence the same way I did.”

Just like always, you showed your true colors. Higuruma was trying to extend an olive branch but your first instinct is to get sassy. “For God’s sake, can we work as a team for once? Do you have to cop an attitude every time you open your fucking mouth?”

You glared at him in utter shock. “Who the hell do you think you’re talking to? What is your fucking deal?”

Higuruma took a few steps closer and raised his voice. “We can’t have a conversation because you get defensive over every fucking thing I ask.”

“I have every right to get defensive.”

“How so?”

“You undermine me,” you listed, “You try to belittle me in conversations and you see me as a threat and you can’t stand that I’m better and smarter than you. I am your colleague. I have been your colleague since middle school but you branded me as a bitch and I will never get over that.”

“I became valedictorian in high school. I think we know who’s smarter,” he replied with a smug curve of his lips. 

“But I had the highest honors in college. I guess your big shot daddy can only get you so far.” You know you hit a sore spot. His father was one of the most infamous lawyers in history. With tactics that were unethical, he reached a hall of fame that wasn’t very favorable but still honorable.

Higuruma bit his lip. “My father didn’t get me into college. As a matter of fact, his name damn near stopped me from getting in. You have no idea.”

You rolled your eyes, not caring for how deep this sob story went. “All I know is that it got you far. Whether you like it or not, you are your father’s son. Maniacal, rude and a sore fucking loser. What? You want to cry about it? Right here? Right now? Want me to play your therapist?” His anger only rose as you kept talking. “Yeah, right. Keep doing that stupid little breathing exercise, I’m sure it will help.”

You turned your back to him, hoping he’d leave the room but you didn’t hear his feet move. Looking over your shoulder, he stared you down with an intense gaze that scared you a little. 

“Apologize,” he demanded.

“For?” you questioned, not giving him any more attention. 

“For what you just said.”

A small smirk graced your lips as you realized you hurt his feelings but it meant nothing to you. He’s said worse to you throughout the years and this was nothing compared to the pain he’s caused you. 

“No,” you said with your back still turned. “Get out.” You grabbed a statement from the pile and began to analyze it.

Without saying a word, he turned on his heel and headed towards the door. You felt a sigh of relief come through when you heard the door closed but then you heard a lock, echoing through the empty room. Turning quickly, you watched as he put the blinds down, one by one. His footsteps barely made a noise as he made his way around the room.

The papers in your hand slowly begin to crumble as you readied yourself for another argument. “What are you doing?” you asked, upset that he just won’t give you peace.

He stayed silent and removed his hoodie after he lowered the last blind. 

“What? You want to duke it out right here? No cameras?” you joked.

He walked over to her slowly, in sweatpants and a fitted shirt, he did what he did best… size you up. The room shrank under his gaze and you felt that same creeping arousal you felt last night. He said nothing and stared you down as if it was a contest. You took this moment to really get a good look at him. Over the years, you tend to only see red when he was around but in this moment, you saw him. He was built, something you couldn’t really see under his suit. What do they call it? Ah, yes. A sleeper build.

His eyes were quite literally big and tired, as if he didn’t sleep last night. If he felt the same way you did after what happened, then he definitely didn’t sleep. His nose was strong and slightly crooked. It fit his face quite well but you tried not to admire it for too long. His forearms were fit and his hands large and veiny. You knew what was happening next but you weren't going to make it easy for him.

Suddenly, your mind raced to last night. The way his hand grabbed onto your hair and how he took control of you, it felt sinful to want that again. 

“My father is not of your concern,” he whispered, clenching his teeth in anger. “My concern is winning this case. When I ask you to do something or even share something, I expect you to do it.”

You listened, biting your tongue to stop yourself from interrupting.

“We’re a fucking team and I expect you to act like it.”

A sigh left your lips. “Is that why you closed the blinds? To chastise me like I’m a damn kid?”

“I wouldn’t have to chastise you if you acted your age.”

“I wouldn’t have to speak to you the way I did if you just listened to me in the first place!”

“There you go,” he argued. “There you go, always arguing with me! Combative as fuck!”

You stepped in his face and put a finger to his face. “I argue to survive. You will never go through the shit I’ve had to go through. I am a woman in a male dominated field. I will always give you hell. I earned it,” you finished through clenched teeth.

“Put your finger down and speak to me like an adult.”

“No!” You pushed your finger against the tip of his nose. “If you-”

Before you could finish your sentence, he grabbed your wrist and pulled it down to your sides. You tried to wiggle out of his grasp but he wasn’t budging. He was definitely stronger but you thought you could put up a fight. 

Taking your other wrist, he pushed it off his chest and pinned you against the wall. Unfortunately, this caused your body to go slightly limp. He turned you around and shoved your chest against the wall. 

“I’m guessing this is what you wanted,” he said. “You rile me up and then I do whatever I want with you? As much as you hate me, this is exactly what you wanted.” He freed your wrist but stayed close behind you. “You like it when I pin you down and have my way with you. Don’t you?” His hands roamed your body. You were in a plain t-shirt and jeans that suddenly felt constricting on your skin. Your hands kept you steady as you leaned against the wall, letting him play with you a little longer. You felt yourself throbbing at his touch, something that would make your skin crawl but now, making you yearn for more. 

His fingers moved up and down your back with a light touch, making you arch ever so slightly. His nails raked against your skin, causing a shiver to go down your spine. For a moment, your senses disappeared and the room felt emptier. Higuruma was a mean man but his touch was so gentle. You didn’t understand it and it was a feeling that was beyond complicated. However, you welcomed it.

With his hands warm to the touch, he slipped them under your shirt; allowing a moan to escape your lips. 

“Your silence is deafening,” he whispered against your ear.

“Shut up,” you whined, not wanting to give him the full satisfaction he was craving.

In an instant, his hands slid out from under your shirt and the cold pinch of air between you grew. You looked over your shoulder to see him leaned against the conference room table with his arms crossed and amusement on his face. 

“What-,” you stopped yourself, trying to make yourself seem less desperate. “What made you stop?”

Higuruma looked up at the ceiling and let out a deep breath. “I don’t like brats.”

“Excuse me?”

“Brats!” he amplified. “Do I need to spell it out for you or-”

“So that’s your game? Because I don’t listen to you, you throw a tantrum?”

“Yes” he answered simply, his blatant boner poking from his dark grey sweatpants.

“Your boner says different,” you said, pointing to the fully aroused cock. You shook your head and laughed at how ridiculous this all was. 

“You’re right. But my mind says to get up and go to my office, without you.” He stood up to leave but the longing touch that you’ve been craving since last night was haunting you. Before he could reach the door, you called out to him. 

“Wait,” you groaned, rubbing your arm in embarrassment. “What do you want me to do?”

The biggest smile expanded across his lips as he realized that you would truly turn submissive under his touch. He leaned against the door and looked you up and down. “We might need to set some rules.”

“Okay.”

He let his thoughts float for a minute before proposing a way to go further. “You can no longer talk back to me. I get enough of that at work.”

As much as you wanted to oppose, you agreed. “Okay.”

“If you do talk back, you can’t initiate anything and will have to wait until I give you the consent to touch me again.”

“Is there a timeline for that?”

He shrugged. “It could last two hours, two days, maybe two months… depends on how much you piss me off that day.”

“Fine but you can’t kiss me anymore,” you demanded. “I don’t need your mind to shift into thinking this is some romantic shit. My feelings for you haven’t changed.”

“It’s a deal but don’t act like the kiss from last night was something I wanted either. It was just a way to shut you up.” He walked over and told you to turn back around. “You on the pill?” he asked.

You nodded. “Yeah. I’m also clean. You?”

“Yeah. Got tested last month.” He leaned in closer to your ear, making your knees weak. “And you can’t fuck anyone else while I’m fucking you, understood?”

You nodded once again. “Same goes for you.”

“Yes ma’am.” He pulled away, enjoying the view from behind. “Hands on the wall.”

Your hands lie flat on the wall as he resumed what he was doing. His hands slid back under your shirt, now a little cold to the touch. He walked close enough to you so that you could feel his dick against the fabric of your jeans. 

“When I make partner, I’ll make sure you can take breaks from filing paper work to please me.”

You scrunched up your face in disgust. “You-”

“Aht aht!” He stopped briefly to remind you of the rules. “No back talk.” You quickly shut your mouth and waited for him to move on to the next part. Foreplay wasn’t something you cared to partake in. He unhooked your bra and ordered you to take it off completely. Once again, you did as you were told and stood before him with your nipples hard and breasts tight against the cotton that kept them from full exposure. But because of the lighting, he could see right through it.

His eyes were fixated on your chest, ample and supple. He lifted your shirt slightly and leaned over to suck on breasts softly. Your hands caressed his hair as he fondled with your tits lightly, swirling his tongue around your areola. 

“Ugh,” you moaned, as the heat of his breath moved down your stomach. Standing straight, Higuruma locked eyes with yours, fighting the kiss you forbade. Without breaking eye contact, he unbuttoned your jeans. You clenched your fists, trying not to melt into a kiss as well. You let out another moan as his long fingers slid into your clit with ease.

“That wet huh?” he whispered sensually. “You’ve wanted this for a while but don’t be shy about it. I wanted it too.” He sucked on your neck while he fingered you slowly. Applying pressure, you slowly begin to roll your hips, begging for more. The stroke of his hand on your clit made the sensation unbearable as he applied pressure on the right spot. “Turn around,” he ordered. 

You gladly did so, bending over slightly for him to do what he wanted. Higuruma took in the view of your plump ass and imagined all the ways he could fuck you. But you were in the office and maybe this wasn’t the best place to explore that but you two had already started. 

Might as well finish. 

He pulled your pants down along with your panties, taking note of the wetness sticking to your inner thighs. “Don’t be too loud. You never know who could come into the office today.”

Without warning, Higuruma whipped out his dick and slid himself inside of you. He knew you needed time to get used to him so he took his time, stretching you out so he could go as deep as possible.

You were drowning in pleasure as he thrust into you with a constant rhythm that was slow and sensual. It was obvious he’s been wanting to fuck you senseless since last night. 

He became mesmerized by the bounce of your cheeks every time he dug deeper and deeper into your sweet pussy. There was a wave of pleasure that almost forced him to come too early but he changed up his pace to make it last a little longer. Higuruma’s dick couldn’t get any harder as he watched it disappear into your plump ass. The wetter you became the louder the sounds of squishing filled your ears. 

You looked back and noticed he was doing his best to hold back but you wanted more. 

“Faster,” you begged.

He listened and his stroke grew faster and deeper.

“Fuck,” he grunted as the slapping of your ass grew louder and louder. You lowered your head as your own climax was nearing. His balls slapped firmly against the top of your clit with every deep thrust he gave. You hair now worse than before and your fluids begin dripping down your legs.

You begin to whimper as you felt him losing control. He grabbed both of your cheeks and squeezed down as he stabled himself. 

“Ugh.. Higu…ruma…” you cried, “I’m going to cu-” You couldn’t even finish as a wave of explosion released from your body. Higuruma didn’t stop though. You felt too good and as you climaxed, you contracted on his dick. Your contractions hugged his cock and brought him closer to finishing. Taking you by the neck, he pulled you to his chest and fucked you until you felt like you were blacking out. 

He breathed heavily in your ear, trying his best not to cry your name out loud. As he came, you felt the warmth of his cum fill you; slowly dripping out of your entrance. He instinctively hugged you from behind as his orgasm lasted longer than anticipated. His whole body contracted as he held you tight against him. 

His grip on your neck loosened and you threw your head back in ecstasy as you both came down from your high. He kept his hold on you as noticed your legs gave out a little. 

“You okay?” he asked, catching his breath.

You closed your eyes and tried not to smile but failed greatly. “I’m okay.”

Higuruma caught a glimpse of her expression and felt great pride in what he had just accomplished. Maybe a minute or so passed and you both pulled apart from each other. This was usually the awkward part. Neither of you knew exactly what to do next. 

“I have an unused gym towel in my office. I can grab it for you,” he suggested.

You nodded in response, not noticing you looked a mess. With your jeans around your ankles and your panties soaked, you prayed you had a pair somewhere in your office to change into.

You shimmied to the corner of the room and leaned against the wall for support. Your knees were still a little weak and you were still on a slight high. Higuruma came barreling in with his towel and tossed it to you. You cleaned yourself quickly and pulled your panties and pants back up. Looking over at Higuruma, he was going through the documents you had laid out and seemed to be unbothered by the raunchy sex you two had.

“We’re not going to do a post discussion or-”

Higuruma let out a hearty laugh. “You want to rate me or something? Give me pointers?”

You shook your head cutely. “No, I just… Seriously, what are we doing? Why are we doing this?”

“I don’t know about you but I don’t have much time to date outside of work. Plus, I work with one of the few people I hate. Fucking you kind of released some of that anger and I feel really good right now,” Higuruma explained. “Maybe I can stop taking blood pressure medicine if we keep this up.”

“You take blood pressure medicine?” you asked, your voice full of curiosity.

He pouted slightly. “Yeah. Because of stress.”

“From this job or me?” The shakiness in your voice was caught by Higuruma but he didn’t comment on it. 

“From the job,” he lied.

You didn’t fully believe it but forced yourself to so you could sleep at night. “Alright then. Let’s start reviewing this case together.”

“Together?” he asked cheekily. 

Criminal Contempt (Chapter 6)

Previous Chapters

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

18+ Higuruma x reader Synopsis: You and Higuruma have hated each other since the second grade and for some reason, you ended up in the same classes, high school, college and now firm. With the company looking to make someone senior partner, you come face to face with your rival again. Tension builds as you two are forced to work together on a high profile case and nowhere to put your frustrations.

Trope: Enemies to lovers.

Warning: Graphic language, sex, smut.

Judge Morris looked over her glasses as she looked over at your team. Anya had her head lowered as the judge began to read out her ruling regarding going through with the death penalty. You knew it would be dismissed because it was a dirty tactic from the prosecutors to paint her as evil. Anya may not be perfect but she was far from what the tabloids said. It had been a long four months and this was the only thing Anya needed to hear to finally sleep at night. 

“Based on the evidence that has been submitted, I conclude it as insufficient of aggravating factors. Ms. Anya Spars did not gain anything from the crime alleged against her. Aggravating factors are not considered especially heinous and with one victim in this case, I am dismissing the death penalty.” Anya let out a loud sigh that she struggled to control. Higuruma immediately grabbed the sides of her arms and tried to calm her by gently rubbing them. He whispered something to her that was out of ear shot but you looked forward at the judge, waiting for next steps. 

Judge Morris continued. “With October around the corner, we will begin the trial after Christmas. Next step is voir dire. I’ll need both counsel to begin selection of an impartial jury. You’ll have three months, if a jury is not selected, the trial will be pushed back to May.”

“May?” Anya whispered, visibly shaken from the overwhelming emotions. You motioned for her to wait as the judge dismissed everyone. Looking over at the prosecution, you saw the lanky, crooked man waltzed over to you. Smug as ever, he decided to speak as if any of you wanted to hear from him. 

“Sad that my death penalty got shot down but no worries, you will be behind bars sooner or later,” he said, trying to make Anya feel smaller than she already did. 

You stepped in the way of his line of sight to Anya. “Mahito, isn’t there a shot of arsenic waiting for you at the bar?”

He breathed in deeply, eyeing you up and down. “You know, I always found you pretty… with your mouth shut. Look, I’m representing the state here. Take the deal of life with parole for your client and avoid this messy trial.”

“Or, you could kiss my ass and drop the charges. My client is and forever will be innocent.”

Mahito tilted his head and put his eyes on Higuruma this time. He was letting the other lawyers escort Anya to the lobby, waiting for the interaction for you and Mahito to end. 

“I wouldn’t be so confident about that. My investigators have been doing some true blue digging and um… your client might be in some big trouble.” He glanced at Higuruma and then at you before turning on his heel and reuniting with his team. “Have a nice day!”

You turned to Higuruma, slightly panicked. “What the hell does he mean by that?”

“He’s just trying to get under your skin,” Higuruma said. He watched as your eyes darted left and right, the gears in your head were constantly turning. “I’ll take on selecting the jury. You should take a few days.”

“That’s great and all but my body is very uneasy right now.”

Higuruma tried his best to read you but took into account that you were also extremely hard-headed. “You’re going to take the next three days to rest. Unless you want to start a fight with me in the middle of the courtroom, I’d suggest we speak with the press and then you go straight home.”

You noticed how he scanned your face, wanting to read every small flinch of the muscles you couldn’t control. Taking time for yourself wasn’t something you could do easily, but with a case like this, it was time to step back for a moment. 

“Alright,” you said, knowing that your mind would continue to ponder on the thought of Anya hiding something. 

You both walked out of the courtroom with Anya hiding her face behind her hair. Gemma, Elliot and Michael talked about what to expect when leaving this building, letting her know the process in detail. Being hounded by relentless reporters wasn’t the issue, it was the lies they’d yell at her as she left. With fans and antis lined up outside of the building, Anya knew she had to face the reality of this situation. 

“Anya, we’re going to have security surround us to get you to the car. Once you’re in, I’ll be making a statement on your behalf regarding the case. It’s important that you don’t react. Keep your head down and get to the car.” Higuruma always spoke so softly to her. His gentleness was something you continued to admire since it was a side you were unable to show yourself. 

The cameras went off the moment they stepped outside. Anya kept her head down, guided by Elliot and some security to bring her to her car. Reporters were pushed out of the way and the number of patrons almost tripled. With tripods and phones all over, the amount of pressure on your team for this case weighed heavy. The security team was able to get Anya to her car and she was taken home, leaving her team to defend her. You stayed behind Higuruma as the microphones were shoved in his face. 

“The death penalty has been struck down. The prosecution has pushed a narrative onto our client that has caused damage in the tabloids and news sites. When she is let off and proved innocent, I expect an apology from all of you.” In that moment, you could see why Higuruma was your competition. He was charming and when he flashed his smile and big doe eyes, an audible swoon was heard from the audience. He took questions effortlessly, with no hesitation or filler words in his responses. It was impressive and oddly enough, it gave you a chill. Was it admiration? 

Couldn’t be. 

Admiring him would require you to admit that he was a threat. Your confidence decayed as he continued to speak but then the admiration would come about, making you forget about yourself and humbling your thoughts. 

Higuruma ended the questions and motioned for you to go before him to your car. As you climbed in, he told the driver to take you both back to the office. You rode together there, thanks to the company and wanted to grab a few files before heading home. 

“I’m going to meet with the team to pool together some questions for the jury selection,” Higuruma said, looking over at you. Your expression was hard to read this time. Your mouth was twisted as if you were thinking and then you’d bite your lip ever so often. “Something on your mind?”

You raised an eyebrow, looking at him for just a moment before your eyes fixated on the trees and the buildings outside. The driver was good at minding his business, so you decided to speak your mind. 

“Are you trying to get ahead of me? Tell me to take three days off so that you can make yourself look good?”

Higuruma pressed his lips together, feeling his blood pressure rise. “I’m not conniving,” he answered honestly. “You do know that people can just be nice, right?” He tried to get you to look at him but you kept your eyes steady. “It’s been what? It's been a little over half a year since we’ve been on this case and you can’t seem to fathom that your coworkers want to help you?”

“If you haven’t realized, we’re still very much fighting for the same position.”

“My God…” he groaned. “This position. This position. THIS POSITION. Can you stop thinking about the fucking raise for two seconds? I’m putting our client first. You can’t fucking stop thinking about yourself!”

“Don’t you raise your fucking voice at me,” you told him, finally looking his way. The driver noticeably sped up, wanting to drop you two off as soon as possible. “I… I…”

“You what? You don’t trust me? Huh?” Higuruma laughed. “I can suck on your tits and come in your pussy for I don’t know how many fucking months but trust is just something you can’t give?” He whispered the last part, making sure the driver couldn’t hear but you had a feeling he caught all of it. 

You sat back and crossed your arms, wishing the driver would get to your destination quicker. “I’m not taking time off. I’ll help with questions and jury selection.”

“Do whatever you want. I apologize for giving a shit about your health.” He bit his lip, trying to stop himself from arguing anymore with you. He wanted to stop arguing with you anyway but there was always something that triggered you both. He didn’t want the relationship he yearned for to be rooted in hatred. He wanted to show you that he cared and you made it hard for him. Being strong-willed was a blessing and a curse. 

Deep down, you knew Higuruma wasn’t trying to hurt you. It’s just that you rarely thought before speaking when it came to him. The last five minutes of the ride was quiet and you were too prideful to apologize, like always. Pulling up to the building, you quickly got out with Higuruma right on your heels. 

When you both made it to the elevator, you would open your mouth slightly to speak but quickly shut it. Your eyes shifted to Higuruma, as he stood on the opposite end of the elevator. It was as if you had an infectious disease and he didn’t want to be anywhere near you. For years, you’ve pushed people away, unable to trust them fully. It all stemmed from your father being betrayed and hurt by someone he cared deeply for. You just didn’t want to be hurt the way he was. 

The doors to the elevator slowly opened and Higuruma waited for you to get off first. Walking out, you took smaller steps, wishing he’d grab your hand and tell you everything was okay. But for Higuruma, he was over it. Constantly trying to mend things when you wouldn’t leave room for it took a toll on him. Even though he was angry with you, he walked behind you, matching your pace and the length of your strides. When you got to your office, he walked past you, no longer acknowledging your existence. 

Looking over your shoulder, it felt like a heavy weight was looming over your head, slowly coming down on you. Your eyes shut tight as you grabbed the handle of the door, wishing he’d turn back to say something to you. 

Why did this hurt? 

Why did his silence cut you like a butcher knife, slicing right through your heart? Quickly getting yourself inside, you felt an overwhelming emotion take over you that caused your cheeks to heat up and your heart to pound. Touching your face, you didn’t realize you were crying. You haven’t had tears this strong since reuniting with your dad after he was exonerated. Crying was never an emotion you felt the need to indulge in. Your tears meant weakness and in this moment, you felt weak. 

“Fuck,” you cried, wiping away at your eyes furiously and coating your hands in salty tears. Your hands were now shaking and your breathing became hitched as you finally let this feeling of sadness consume you. Months ago, Higuruma’s silence wouldn’t bother you, now it hurts you more than anything in the world and you couldn’t figure out why. 

A soft knock was heard on your door and you tried to catch your breath to stop yourself from hyperventilating. You had to quickly get yourself together and looked around for some tissue to save you. 

Knock knock. 

More soft knocks came as the person on the other side waited patiently, ear to the door, wondering if you were okay. Higuruma had two bottles of water in his hand, thinking that you needed a break from what transpired. He felt your emotions through the door, wishing that you both had a chance to talk. 

When the door finally opened, he saw the glossiness on your eyes. Your sad attempt at covering it up showed through the crease of your forehead and the pace of your breathing. Higuruma walked in uninvited and placed the water bottles on your desk, noticing the balled up tissues scattered across. 

He was angry, yes… but he was also worried.  You two weren’t a couple but that wasn’t going to stop him from learning how to communicate with you in a healthy manner. He sat on the edge of your desk, waiting for you to say something. 

You hugged yourself, trying to soothe and make your body stand still. A minute went by of pure silence. Sixty seconds felt like an hour as he refused to move an inch and say nothing. 

You took a deep breath, willing to finally speak first in the midst of your sadness. Your eyelids dropped, looking at the ground as it moved beneath your feet. “I feel like the word sorry will mean nothing after a while,” you began, licking your dry lips. “I don’t want to get hurt. But… I am sorry for assuming.”

Higuruma scratched the tip of his nose and found amusement in your stance. Insecure, small, and scared seemed to wrap up your appearance. The hesitation in your voice only made his need for you stronger. As much as you thought you pushed him away, it only made his feelings stronger. 

“What you went through with your father was something no one should ever experience,” Higuruma explained, his voice softening. “It hurt to hear that you didn’t trust me but I understood.” He stood up and walked closer to you, wanting to feel the warmth of your skin on his. He gently placed his hand on your cheek, seeing you melt at his touch. Even though you were still skeptical of his intentions, your body led him to believe that trust was somewhat there. To think all these years, you two despised each other. “You can’t make me disappear that easily,” he whispered seductively, wanting to move past this dark atmosphere that engulfed you both. 

You felt your spirits perk up with his touch and the way he looked at you. Feeling his large hand against your cheek, he caressed you with his thumb. It slowly moved to your lips and instinctively, you opened your mouth. Little by little, your mouth grew wider and you turned your head just a little to put his thumb in your mouth.

Higuruma was taken aback, shocked that you’d make the first move. It’s been a little over a week since you two last had sex but the tension had been building since then. Your tongue swirled around the tip of his thumb as you both made eye contact. Higuruma’s breath changed, as to stop himself from losing control. Based on your intense gaze, you practically begged for him to. 

“The office is full of people today,” Higuruma breathed. You didn’t care though. With your hands moving down his body, you felt his dick begging to be released from his slacks. “Fuck.”

He quickly turned you around and pushed you against the wall of your office. The smell of the fresh paint job from two weeks ago filled your nose as your face pressed against the cool surface. Higuruma pulled his pants down slightly and slipped his dick out. Pulling up your long pencil skirt, he pushed your panties to the side for better access.

Grabbing both cheeks, he spread them open and gazed at the glorious view he missed so much. He was tempted to put it into your ass but stopped himself. Doing that here and now would be too risky but he definitely wanted to revisit that later. 

“Don’t scream,” he told you, knowing that you weren’t good at keeping quiet. Placing himself inside, he took his time. The deeper he went, the more restless you became. You didn’t know what came over you and why you initiated it. Maybe it was the late nights or the lack of sex you two had. It’s been too long for you both and you wanted him now. 

“Hnngh-” your voice was loud and Higuruma immediately put a hand over your mouth to keep you from bringing attention to your office. Higuruma knew he had to be quick but made sure that you still enjoyed it. Removing his hand from your mouth, he grabbed your neck and pulled you back. Knowing that the position would make it hard for you to make too much noise, he went deeper and faster.

The heat of his breath blew against your ear as he struggled to stifle his own cries. His voice soon turned into soft whines, as if he was crying. Feeling pain from having to hold back, he whispered sweet nothings in your ear that made you flood. He wanted more and he wanted the world to hear. The risk of getting caught brought out a new side of him with his skin slapping against yours.

“Shit,” he said softly as you felt him tensing up. “I’m going to fucking come. Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He was trying not to but you were irresistible. His body missed your body and his lips missed your plump lips. As he continued fucking you, he pulled your face to the side to kiss you deeply. The urge to cum was there but he wanted you to finish first. With his tongue down your throat, he used a free hand to play with your pussy. Muffling your soft moans with his mouth, his fingers rubbed against your clit. 

A knock was heard on the door and you begin to freak out. Stuck between a climax and fear, you didn’t know which path your body would take. 

“Hey! I have a few items that were sent to the office for you.” It was Gemma. If anything, she was coming to gossip about something with you and purposely picked up your mail to use as an excuse to see you. “Hello! I just saw Higuruma walk in there. Do I need to beat him up?” she asked playfully.

“Answer her,” Higuruma growled, still digging deep into you. “Answer her quickly or I’ll make you scream, right here. Right now.”

You tried to gain your composure, tightening your body as you climax inched closer and closer. “Hey!” You blurted out, clenching your fists as the sensation started. Under your breath, you whispered, “Shit.” Looking back at Higuruma, he pushed your head forward to continue the conversation. “I’ll be free in a minute. We’re debriefing on…” you felt your muscles tighten as your legs gave up on you. “...on some new information. Give me five!”

Gemma was weary as always when it came to you two but she let it be. “Alright. Just message me when you’re free.”

As soon as it felt safe, you banged your fist against the wall, feeling Higuruma’s cum fill you up again and taking you to a place of euphoria. You didn’t know why but every time you two fucked, it was more intense than the last. You begin to shake as you came with him, letting him hold you up with his strong frame. 

His thrusts continued well after finishing. Every drip and drop that left his body spilled out of you as it had nowhere else to go. Higuruma pulled out and watched as his cum dripped from your wet pussy and drizzled down your legs.

He was breathless yet impressed. He wanted to eat the creampie that was exposed to him and the world, waiting to be gobbled up. Your forehead rest against the wall, letting the anxiety ease in your soul after almost getting caught. The cool surface helped you regulate the heat that was released from your body. A delicate little thing you were. Once again vulnerable and scrumptious in the most delectable way. 

“I want to eat you out,” he half-joked. 

You warily put up a hand and waved him off lazily. “Please, I can’t take anymore.”

He grabbed some tissues and begin cleaning you up as you stood still as a statue against the wall. “Are you taking the next few days off?” he asked, wanting you to still go through with your break.

“Yes,” you replied breathlessly. Your mind was finally at ease. Who knew that being fucked through the wall would help clear your mind?

“Good,” he said, fixing your panties and pulling your skirt back down. “I’ll come over after work and give you the notes. I’ll bring some food and some wine. Then we can end each night with dessert.” He laughed and you finally turned around with your back against the wall, still hot from what just transpired. 

“I’m not sure what I’ll do for the next three days.”

“Me,” he answered, walking towards you. “I’ll come over later tonight to help you get your mini-break started. That way you can apologize some more.”

“Funny,” you said, rolling your eyes. He planted a soft kiss on your lips and walked out quickly. 

Your phone soon began to ring and you picked it up immediately, seeing that it was Nanami. 

“Hello,” you answered. 

“We need to meet. Don’t bring Higuruma.”

You left work early and met with Nanami at a coffee shop nearby. He had a solemn look on his face. His hands were cupping a coffee with his nails tapping against the hard exterior. You took a seat across from him and looked at him with concern.

“Nanami, what’s going on?” You sat your purse to the side and made sure your phone was on silent. 

“I did some investigating and Anya visited her boyfriend’s hometown with him five months before his death. It’s a small town, pretty conservative and very corrupt.” Nanami cleared his throat. “I did everything that I could to stop them but the prosecution paid the cops off for the film.”

You were confused. “Film? What film?”

“Anya has fans all over and one of them filmed a moment between her and her boyfriend. And uh…”

Nanami pulled out his phone and pushed it over to you. Pressing play, you saw Anya yelling at her boyfriend. She was furious but then you saw her slapping him, pushing him against the car. He wasn’t fighting back, even cowering at some point.

“Fuck me,” you said, running your hands over your face. 

“I was going to send it to Higuruma but he’s been acting weird around me lately.”

You wanted to revisit that at some point but glazed past it. “Thank you for showing me. Send it to me. I’ll have to speak with Anya and my team about it.” You looked out the window of the shop and felt your hands curl into fists. “She said she told us everything. I fucking-”

“Hey,” Nanami said. “There could be more to the story. Take a beat to figure out how to approach this.” 

You laughed under your breath. “I’m actually supposed to be starting my short break right now. Three days of no case and no work.”

“I think that’s smart. This is a tough one.”

You thought to yourself. “I need you to find the fan. They are the only witness we got in terms of what they saw. What they recorded was only a glimpse of a bigger picture. I have to trust my client.  I have to…” You did your best to remember what Higuruma said about empathy.

Nanami nodded, wanting to comfort you. He could tell the gears in your head were working overtime and the way you shook your leg was enough for him to understand your worries. 

“Happy hour just started. Want to get a drink with me?”

Looking at Nanami, his eyes were incredibly kind. He had the look that made you stop second guessing all of your decisions. And if you were going to truly relax, a drink wouldn’t hurt, right?