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or rather, start there – top of your class in law school.

and why not when you had both your future legal counsel and a police officer in one.

your supervisor had invited all of this year's interns to a karaoke bar for halloween. a kind gesture, considering this was the first round of exams in your last year of law school.

others consider being invited a rite of passage. a testament to how seriously you took your education and dedication to justice and equity.

those same esteemed students would dress in the most unimaginable costumes, get on the stage, request a song, and act an absolute ass.

it was a way to shake off stress.

"you should do it," he nodded, tilting his head towards the stage.

"nah, i guess that tradition will die with me."

he hummed, shrugging his shoulders as he turned his attention back to people watching.

"you're no fun."

"excuse me?" you scoffed, amused and a tad bit offended.

"you heard me, i'm not one for whatever this is personally," he began, pressing his fingers to his chest, officer name tag tilting slightly.

the way he was pressing you, he definitely chose the right outfit.

"but you're in law school, at one of the biggest party schools, and it's halloween. so do your thing, but it's dually noted, you're no fun."

embarrassment and pride bubbled in your core, making you feel like you were being shown up at your own sport. you weren't even sure he was in your year.

you leaned forward again to peer at the nametag in his entirety. "officer.. higuruma?"

"yes, counsel?"

"you're an asshole."

"close to one."

literally...

you were on your knees at the podium of the lecture hall, skirt rising up to tease the wet spot growing on your panties. his hands threaded your hair, a makeshift ponytail in his grasp as your lips glided across his cock.

your hands were cuffed behind your back, leaving you subject to his actions. the cold metal dug into your wrists, every tug reminding you of the short leash he had on you.

"state your position, counsel," he commanded.

you gagged, his length barely even all the way in your mouth. words failed you, and the vibration of your throat made him groan. the callous of his palm met your cheek as he hooked a finger inside your already agape mouth. your whines reverberated throughout the dimly lit hall. the podium jolted in tandem with his thrusts, leaving you an ugly mess.

"objection, overruled. keep sucking." "hm," he grunted, pushing your head down slightly. you knew you faltered, trying not to chicken out and drool or show any sign that you may not be able to take it.

that you truly were no fun.

the bad part about being smart is craving the validation from it. your eyes met his as you took him deeper, searching – aching for his praise.

his thumb brushed your cheek, pressing inward to feel where he was.

he raised a brow, lips parting slightly, as if a thought were close to bubbling to the surface, but shock clouded his judgment.

"i thought you didn't like to perform, counsel." he sighed, his biceps tensing as his composure slipped away.

"yet here you are."

"you're badgering the witness," you slurred, a mix of drool and pre-cum dripped onto your breasts as your mouth worked around him.

a moan escaped him, turning into a raspy laugh. "then sustain it, counselor – take it."

"consider it sustained," you choked out, before swallowing him again.

turns out you don't mind the stage at all – just reclaiming top spot.

every comment would push him closer, even if his main goal was simply pleasing you.

"a-ahh," you cried, pressing your thighs against his cheeks. "think s-someone likes praise."

"nonsense, i don't – ah – need to be told i'm good..." he beamed, his ears now a bright red.

"mmm.. you're so good for me.."

his smile faltered as he rested his head on your stomach, trying to meet your gaze but failing.

you knew kyojuro got flustered. any romantic gesture brought blush to his cheeks – flowers, cards, hugs; you name it.

but you'd never seen him like tonight.

two of his fingers met your soaked folds before he pressed them inward. the extra warmth made you jolt – hands running hot even while being gentle.

"k-kyo!" you whined, tilting your head back in pleasure. "more! nghh – your fingers feel s-so.."

"so what?" he practically begged, eyes widening as he realized how close you were, pace quickening.

he begged with his whole body. position, fingers, the way he sped up with every compliment and sweet nothing.

his rhythm stuttered before you could even form the words.

there was no hiding it at this point; every action pointed to your words being the absolute ruin of kyojuro.

"t-they make me feel so full!"

a deep groan escaped his lips as he hid his face in your side, curving his fingers deeper while desperately peppering kisses along your hip.

"do they really, baby?" his voice cracked as he finally spoke, lips caught in his teeth as his hands stalled.

you nodded, biting into your own hand in some desperate attempt to compose yourself.

"i shouldn't need this.." he muttered, lifting his head to watch you, absolutely drunk on the lewd noises you made. loud squelching noises filled the silence and utter need that clouded the room.

"c-can you say it again?"

"hmm?"

"nevermind.. i should just focus on you.." he answered, mesmerized at the way you clenched around his fingers.

"no, tell me..," you commanded, his face now in a tighter grip.

his eyes darted back and forth from his fingers up to your gaze.

"that i'm doing a good job.." he tensed, body seeming to fight the way he wanted to give in.

a smile spread across your lips. "mmm," you giggled. "tell me exactly what you want me to say, baby."

he grumbled, embarrassed now as his chin rested on your hip. "that i'm your good boy."

his eyes drifted everywhere – lips, breasts, stomach, but he still seemed to shift at your stare.

you raised a brow.

would he really give up?

"say that i make you feel the best.. something, please!" he pled, pressing his cheeks into the grip you had on him.

"i really don't mind what you say... just let me make you feel good..." he sighed, a soft smile forming.

"please.. am i your good boy?"