ㅤ ೀ ㅤ۫ ㅤ۪ㅤ۫ ㅤ ♡ ㅤ. i got a man but i want you
synopsis: the one where you have a failing marriage and a soon to be failing company. you've been drifting away from your husband and coworker, kento nanami, and you're under pressure to find a loophole for your company's scandal before the press gets ahold of it. when your lawyer, hiromi higuruma, offers a solution to both your pr nightmare and your sexual frustrations, how can you say no? when kento finds out about your own personal scandal, he's angry, but he admits he'll need some help punishing you.
content: MDNI. ok buckle up. married!reader x husband!nanami x lawyer!higuruma. lowkey everyone is slightly ooc (nanami being a bad husband and higuruma actually winning cases) and morally grey. porn with plot, cheating/infidelity (reader cheats on nanami with higuruma), established but drifting marriage, explicit smut, workplace tension, bad sex, good sex, p in v, anal, multiple orgasms, fingering, oral sex (f and m receiving), improper use of gavel, overstimulation, spanking, pussy spanking, light bondage (tied wrists and blindfold), tie used as gag kind of, choking/leash, threesome (m/f/m), eiffel tower, double penetration, handjob, double creampie, regular creampie, squirting?, crack humor, holy shit this list is so long, loads of guilt, angst, naoya zenin mentioned, getting caught in the act kind of, and i think that's all. also i kind of made shimizu an opp for plot purposes but i swear i love her down that's my sweet baby girl
wc: 13.9k
a/n: art by owwlly! thank you God for spring break i have deadass pushed off all my assignments bc i wanted to finish the law prof higu series and then write this too so you know my knuckles are CRACKING. i kind of hate how i broke the dialogue up into singular lines a lot but that's just a habit i'm gonna have to break. also this is so long i deadass don't wanna proofread it so if there's spelling or grammar mistakes i'm sorry, half the time i was laying in bed writing this with one hand i mean one eye open. anyways. again i'm not a lawyer so idk law i just googled some shit, and i suck at corporate talk! AND I DON'T CONDONE INFIDELITY this is purely for smut purposes! enjoy!
there were two things you learned in your five years of working in public relations. one, there is no such thing as a small scandal. two, if your managing director is calling you at 6:32am on a monday, it is not good news.
"there's a situation. IT flagged a hack last month, and we thought it was just some petty breach but it wound up being much bigger. forty thousand customer records. the ceo made a call to contain it internally, but there's been a private investigation. if we don't disclose and get ahead of this early, we're looking at regulatory action from PIPC and potential class action suits."
you scrubbed a hand down your face, then flopped your arm to the side as you stared up at the ceiling. "... we need to lawyer up, huh?"
"yeah. i'll get you a few firms we were eyeing up. if you could meet with a few starting today, that'd be great."
"you got it."
when you hung up the phone, your husband was blinking sleepily at you. "something wrong?"
"nothing. just that our company is six feet under deep shit, ken."
he frowned, hesitated for a moment, then reached for your waist. before he could touch you, you were sitting up and throwing the sheets off. he sat up and watched you pace around the room, throwing on your robe and angrily scrubbing your teeth clean. he ran a hand through his blonde hair.
"sweetheart... it's 6:35. come on, come back to bed for five more minutes."
"i need to get to the office early," was all you muttered. to be honest, you had no interest in getting back into bed with kento. your marriage had fizzled out within two years after saying "i do." the stress of work, working at the same company, mind you, had dulled the spark between you two. you had different hours, different workloads, and for some reason, you couldn't reach a middle ground.
after showering, getting dressed in a nice blazer and skirt, you put on some makeup and curled your hair, then grabbed your bag. “i’m headed out.”
“see you at lunch break?” kento called from the bed.
you paused at the door to your bedroom. “… no. i’ll be at a law firm today. might be home late, too.”
kento blinked. “oh. alright…” he mumbled. “love you.”
you hesitated, then smiled softly. “love you too, ken.”
you wouldn’t consider yourself to be a bad wife. you were a hard working, career oriented woman. you didn’t need a man in your life, you never had even wanted a husband until nanami asked you on a date after a company meeting during your first week working in pr. as you stared blankly at the floor of the train, you wondered what had happened between then and now.
you followed routine like usual. stopping at the local starbucks and getting a shaken espresso. occasionally you’d stop to shop at one of the department stores or the local beauty shop, but today was not the day for that. today, you practically stormed into the office and went straight to your managing director. “morning. the firms?”
she handed you a paper. there were a few top firms you recognized, but you raised a brow.
“can we even afford these?”
“the top three would be a stretch. middle one, higuruma law? a bit more manageable, but still not cheap. you’ll probably have to bargain a bit. good news is he has a 93% success rate.”
“… right.” you folded the list and stuck it in your bag. “i’ll start at the top and work my way down.”
the first firm was too expensive. the second firm was expensive, condescending, and ran by a man who looked like he belonged in a senior home, not a law firm. third one looked over your case, winced a little, then handed the files back like they were contaminated. “sorry… data privacy isn’t really our specialty.”
by 5pm you were throwing a silent fit in the empty bathroom of a convenience store. you sighed and straightened up, splashed some cool water on the back of your neck, freshened up your makeup, and gave yourself a long, hard stare in the mirror.
you were not giving up. failure was not an option when it came to your career. your marriage was practically halfway out the door. you couldn't lose your job, too.
just then, your phone buzzed on the wet bathroom counter. kento ♡: hi my love. just got off work. i’ll order takeout and have the light on for you tonight.
your heart throbbed. small moments like these when kento wasn’t so preoccupied with work or his own issues made you feel just a tiny bit of that spark again.
you quickly texted him back. “thank you honey ♡ i love you”
you shut your phone off and shoved it in your purse, marched back into the convenience store and picked up a fruit cup and salad for your lunch. you sipped an energy drink on the train to chiyoda, and it wasn’t long before you stood in front of a tall brick building.
“HIGURUMA LAW FIRM” was plastered in big green stickers on the fourth floor window. you took the elevator up. a woman with short, caramel brown hair greeted you at the reception area.
“mrs. nanami?” she smiled.
“yes.”
“shimizu. please have a seat, mr. higuruma will be with you shortly.”
you nodded and sat down, smoothing your skirt out. you hoped that if you secured a deal with this higuruma guy, he’d you'd the money to invest in some air conditioning or something— it was literally sweltering hot in here.
after a few minutes of simmering in literal hell, the door to the office opened.
“mrs. nanami?”
oh my god. you didn’t know what you were expecting. maybe another middle-senior aged man who looked like he had been working in law since the meiji restoration in 1868. or maybe a man your age who was already balding. you certainly weren’t expecting a full head of hair, dead eyes, a hooked nose, and a deep voice.
“yes,” you squeaked out, standing upright so fast you almost got whiplash. he stepped aside and held the door open for you as you entered his office.
you sat down adjacent to him at his desk, crossing and squeezing your thighs together. you had no idea why you were acting like this. you prayed it was the heat and not the fact that you hadn’t been fucked in god knows how long.
“mrs. nanami…” higuruma’s voice drawled as he looked over your files. “zenin capital, data breach, PIPC investigation...?”
“yes,” you squeaked again, then cleared your throat. “thank you for seeing me.”
higuruma smiled softly despite the fatigue weighing in on his sharp features. “of course. tell me everything.”
so you did. you spent the next half an hour explaining the details of the situation, the ceo, naoya zenin, how he tended to be an asshole and do things like this, how your managing director suggested it was a former employee who hired the private investigator, your own suggestions for possible solution. and higuruma listened to every word, pen clicking on the desk, eyes never leaving your face. by the time you were done, you were shrugging your blazer off and fanning yourself.
his gaze lingered over you for just a moment too long before he spoke. "… it’s winnable.”
you exhaled. “really?”
“yes. but… i do charge a high rate, i’ll warn you.”
you shrugged. “zenin capital is a multimillion company, i’m sure—“
“30,000 yen per hour.”
you froze, then laughed. “you’re kidding… right?”
he shook his head. “no. but… maybe i’ll be willing to work something out. for you.”
for you?
he reached into his drawer and scribbled something on a post-it note, then paper clipped it to a spare business card. “here’s an address to where i’d like to take you to lunch tomorrow to discuss case strategy."
a lunch date? of course it was strictly professional, but for some reason the diamond on your left hand felt much heavier.
“right. lunch. yeah, that works with me.”
you both stood and shook hands. his hand was warm, thick, worn out. you hesitated before you left the office.
“my husband…” you murmured, looking back to him. “he works in acquisitions at zenin. he’d… have nothing to do with this, right?”
higuruma thought for a moment, then shrugged. “anything’s possible. but don’t worry… i’ll handle everything for you.”
you swallowed thickly. those words coming from a lawyer you’d met less than an hour ago shouldn’t have made your stomach twist. “…okay. thank you, mr. higuruma.”
“hiromi,” he smiled behind the hand he was resting his chin on. “we’ll be seeing a lot of each other. might as well get on a first name basis.”
you were frozen. then, you nodded and left, not exchanging your first name just yet.
you came home around 9pm after heading back to the office to sort some files and type up a report, then grocery shopping, then dealing with a late train. after this long ass day, all you wanted was some glorious take out and to crawl into bed and sleep.
only when you returned home, the hallway lamp was not left on. you staggered through a pile of shoes, kicking your heels off and flipping the lamp on. you shuffled to the kitchen and huffed as you put all the groceries away by yourself, then washed the dirty dishes. your takeout sat in a lukewarm bag on the dining table, but you didn’t care. you could reheat that glorious poke bowl with the sticky mango rice and avocado on the side, and some delicious, marinated, juicy grilled chicken—
you blinked as you finally opened the bag. beef stir fry.
since when did you like beef stir fry over that delicious poke bowl?
you went to the bedroom to find kento nose deep in a book. he perked up as you came in. “darling, oh, i didn’t hear you come home…”
you stared at him blankly and held up the soggy stir fry. “what is this?”
he blinked. “oh. um… they didn’t have the poke bowl today…”
you exhaled through your nose. it was a foolish, petty thing to be upset about. but after your long, hot, sweaty day spent chasing lawyers and stressing about how your entire company could face a stock crash and you’d lose your job by friday morning… you just wanted your goddamn poke bowl.
“baby, i’m sorry—“
“it’s fine. i’m gonna… shower.” you mumbled, sulking back to the kitchen and setting the “thank you, come again soon!” bag with the yellow smiley face down. you spent half of your shower scrubbing and shaving, the other half staring at the wall.
you wondered where higuru— no, hiromi would take you tomorrow. you remembered how in the heat of the building, his slightly tanned skin was slick with sweat. how his hand had felt in yours, big and firm. your fingers wandered downwards, and you shut your eyes. maybe, just…
you retracted your hand, disgusted with yourself. you were married. your husband was in the room over. get a grip, woman.
you stepped out of the shower and dried off, moisturized, and hopped into bed with the soggy stir fry next to kento. you turned on the tv to whatever reality show you were watching, and your husband looked up from his book.
“seriously? this garbage again?”
oh my god bruh. you had to physically stop yourself from rolling your eyes. “read your book.”
he huffed. “i just think it’s… superficial. you know everything is staged on these shows, right?”
you shut the tv off and put the takeout container on the nightstand, curling up in to your side of the bed. kento was silent.
“baby… i’m sorry. you can watch—“
“i don’t want to anymore. i’m tired. goodnight, ken.”
he sighed and you felt a shift in the bed, then the soft thud of him setting his book on his nightstand. another shift, dipping closer to you, then his arms scooping around your waist and hugging you into a spooning position. as if you weren’t sweating all day, now you’d have heat flashes all night. he buried his face in your neck and gently kissed your skin.
“c’mere… lemme make it up to you, hm?”
“kento. i’m tired.”
he stilled, then sighed softly. “okay…” he whispered, kissing your shoulder softly. “sleep tight, my love…”
you shut your eyes and stayed silent.
the restaurant was a quiet little place two blocks away from the firm. italian food, italian wine. your love language.
hiromi already had a table when you arrived. he stood and got your chair, his hand resting on your back as you sat down. you thanked him sheepishly.
“so… mr. higuruma—“
“hiromi. yes, mrs. nanami?”
fuck. why did he pick a patio seat? at least the flush of the sun hid the blush on the apples of your cheeks.
“ah, um… i got a report from IT—“
“please. let’s talk business after the wine gets here,” hiromi smiled, rolling up his sleeves and picking up the laminated drink menu. you gulped down a moan at the sight of his forearms.
“… sure. okay.”
“so, your husband works in acquisitions, you said?”
“please. let’s not talk about him.”
he raised a brow. “trouble in paradise?”
you almost choked and the prosciutto hadn’t even gotten here yet. “what? no— no, i… i’d just rather not talk about my personal life with a lawyer.”
“well, technically it could be classified as investigation. i could be just digging to see if he would have any personal vendetta against the company.”
“he doesn’t.”
“mhm. you work at the same company… you’re a pr manager and he’s a mere salaryman. the difference in hours and effort isn’t a strain?”
oh my god. he really was a lawyer.
“… no.”
“you’re lying.”
“hello, how are you two doing today?” your savior, a cheery waitress, appeared. “my name is kimiko, i’ll be taking care of you. can i get you two started with anything to drink?”
“pinot noir, please,” hiromi smiled.
you couldn’t even look the waitress in the eyes. “moscato, please.”
she smiled and took your drink menus, then disappeared.
hiromi leaned in, crossing his arms on the table. the sunlight cascaded down and lit up his features, his brown eyes warming to a dark honey-ish color. you could make out the bump in his nose clearly even looking at him straight on. and his lips…
“we don’t have to talk about anything you don’t want to…” he spoke softly. “but i’ll find out anyway. that’s what i do.”
you scoffed. “that’s slightly terrifying.”
“it keeps my clients honest,” he smiled. the waitress came back with your drinks, and he gave an appreciative nod before taking a sip. you sipped your moscato, wishing you weren’t in public so you could just gulp the whole glass down. “the case. let’s talk about the case.”
hiromi nodded. “alright, let’s get to it.”
when your food arrived— risotto for hiromi and caprese salad for you— you’d forgotten about the case. one glass of wine had turned to two, and the conversation had turned from PIPC to hiromi telling you about his best and worst cases, and you telling him about all the pr nightmares you dealt with.
“so you enjoy your job?” you asked, playing with the basil in your bowl. “ i heard you take the most impossible cases..."
hiromi shrugged. “most lawyers take cases they can win. i take the impossible ones. for me… it’s usually the same thing.”
“wow…” you scoffed. “so humble.”
“just being realistic,” he smirked, then shook his head. “kidding. i take hard cases because i care about people who were done wrong getting the justice they deserve.”
the way he looked at you when he said that made you feel like he wasn't talking about business law. you blinked. “that’s… nice of you."
“your husband.”
“i said let’s not talk about him—“
“i’m not asking about him, i’m asking about you,” he mumbled. “are you happy?”
you stared at him, dumbfounded. your mind strayed to the lamp turned off, the soggy stir fry, the reality show, and how last night had been every night for the past three years. you folded your hands in your lap, thumbing gently at your diamond ring.
“that’s not a professional question.”
“it isn’t…” he agreed. “you don’t have to answer.”
you stared at him for a long moment, taking in the way he gazed at you.
“… i don’t know,” you finally answered. “i think… i used to be happy.”
he nodded silently, not prodding further. like he had all the answers he needed with just that. he glanced at his wristwatch. “we should get back to the office. i want to go through the vendor contracts before shimizu leaves in an hour.”
he paid without question, shooing away your credit card. he got your chair and door for you, and remembered the sidewalk rule when walking you back to the office. the summer sun beating down on you made the alcohol coursing through your system seem ten times more intense. in the office, it was still hot. still aggravatingly quiet with only the hum of the fan. you were actually wine drunk on the clock, your vision unfocused as you stared at the documents splayed out in front of you. at least at the restaurant, hiromi has been across from you. now he leaned over your shoulder to point out and read each clause.
shimizu left at two on the dot, poking her head into the office. “see you tomorrow, mr. higuruma!” she smiled.
“goodnight,” he mumbled without looking up. you smiled softly at her and she smiled back, though… wearily. the door clicked shut behind her and the silence was even more deafening as it returned.
“this one…” hiromi’s right hand pointed to a clause, his left hand braced next to your left arm. “security liability waiver. the language is broad enough that we can argue kuroda capital’s reasonability relied on the vendor’s security guarantees. if we can establish the vulnerability in the system-,”
“the liability isn't placed on zenin capital…” you mumbled softly, looking up at him. your faces were inches apart, and it went completely silent in the office. it was hot. very hot. you were unable to focus your gaze, let alone think straight.
before you could think, you tugged him down by his tie, your lips crashing into his as you kissed him hungrily and fervently. he let out a noise of surprise, then sighed and cupped your jaw, moving his lips against yours and gently nipping your bottom lip.
you jolted back after a few moments. “oh my god. oh my god, i shouldn’t have done that—“
“you shouldn’t have,” hiromi agreed, wiping his lips on the back of his hand.
“i’m married. you’re my lawyer.”
“i’m aware of that,” he mumbled, tilting your jaw back up. his gaze went from your eyes, to your lips, then back up to your eyes. he leaned in hesitantly, and you blamed it on the wine when you kissed him again, softly this time.
“mmh…” hiromi made a soft noise, leaning down and gently scooping you up by the back of your thighs. he sat you down on the desk, his lips not leaving yours, and you gripped the front of his dress shirt to pull him closer and wrap your legs around his waist. he pressed into you, already hard in his slacks.
his mouth moved down your neck, careful to not leave any hickies just yet. he pressed soft, wet kisses down the column of your throat, his hands gently gripping and squeezing the backs of your thighs, up to your ass, pulling you closer as he grinded the tent in his pants into your soaked panties.
“m-nnh, hiromi…”
“mm,” he hummed, moving to undo the first button of your dress shirt.
you pulled back and caught his wrist. “wait.”
he stilled instantly and pulled away, gazing down at you as he panted softly. his hair was disheveled, his tie was undone.
“this is wrong. i’m married.”
“i know…” he spoke softly.
“this…” you gestured vaguely between you. “this is a very bad idea.”
he nodded in understanding. "it is." his jaw clenched and he paused, glancing over your body before finally stepping back. he straightened his tie and picked up his pen like nothing had happened. “so… page fourteen. the vendor contracts.”
you stood and straightened your button up and skirt, grabbing your highlighter and burying what you just did in the deepest depths of your mind.
when you arrived at home, the lamp was on. you kicked your shoes off. you could smell something slightly nutty, with sesame oil and warm rice…
“kento?” you called, finding him in the kitchen. he stood at the stove, stirring a pot. when his gaze landed on you, he smiled warmly, then set the chopsticks down and immediately took you in his arms.
“i felt bad about the poke bowl. i called again today, but they were still out of the mango, so i decided to cook from home,” he murmured softly into your neck, right where hiromi had been kissing hour earlier. he inhaled your scent- or rather hiromi's scent, then furrowed his brow. “did you get a new perfume?”
“yes,” you spoke a little too fast. “thank you… for the dinner, ken, you didn’t have to…” you mumbled, a hole forming in your stomach as the guilt ate you from the inside out.
he hummed softly and let his hands roam over your body. “it’s nothing. you’ve been working so hard, keeping our whole company together… it’s the least i could do, my love…”
you wanted to pull away. but maybe, if you gave in, it could fix everything. maybe you wouldn’t go back to hiromi tomorrow craving more. you moved your head and kissed kento softly, which took him by surprise. he moaned pleasantly against your lips, hugging you close. “i miss you…” he murmured softly.
you hummed softly. “i miss you, too…” and you did. you really did miss kento nanami, who would take you on dinner dates instead of takeout. kento nanami, who would keep you company on the train ride in to work even if you started two hours earlier than him. kento nanami, who would hold you and kiss you and make sure you came first, maybe two times before he even sunk into you. tonight almost felt like that— that same feeling from two years ago.
so why wasn't it enough for you?
he poured your tea without you asking for it. the homemade poke bowl was warm and sweet.
“how did it go with the firms?” he asked softly.
you swallowed your rice hard and nodded. “good. found someone promising.”
he smiled. “that’s good… i’m glad.”
he talked about his day: a meeting that had run long, an annoying colleague, something stupid and dull that you laughed at because it was funny. you’d forgotten he could be funny sometimes.
“what?” he muffled a laugh through a mouthful of rice.
“nothing,” you shook your head, waving your hand. “you’re funny.”
he looked faintly pleased at your praise. “i have my moments.”
you stared at him for a few moments, watching as his jaw clenched and his adam’s apple bobbed as he chewed and swallowed. the slight fatigue in his brown eyes, the way his hands nimbly handled the chopsticks.
“kento,” you spoke suddenly. he perked up.
“… i love you.”
he smiled. “i love you, too…”
later in bed, you pushed his book aside and moved to straddle him, kissing him sweetly. he made a soft noise of surprise, but held your waist down. “mmh… hi…” he smiled against your lips. you hummed and gently rolled your hips on his, earning a groan from him.
“mmh… c’mere, pretty baby…”
he carefully pulled your panties to the side and rubbed your clit, not wasting any time now that he had you in his arms again. you buried your face in his neck, whining softly. he gently soothed you and slipped two fingers in, gently pumping in and out.
“missed you… missed this…” he mumbled softly in your ear. “missed feelin’ how tight you are… pretty little pussy squeezin’ my fingers… missed you riding my cock..."
“fuck, ken...” you whined, riding his hand and pulling back as you gripped his shoulders.
“that’s it…” he smiled, and you faltered as you remembered how hiromi smiled at you.
“k-ken…”
his brow furrowed. “what is it, sweetheart…?”
you buried any thought of hiromi. of his lips, how he’d squeezed you and kissed you, how hard he’d been in his slacks. you swallowed hard. “need you…” you whispered to kento.
he was on top of you in seconds, slowly sinking into you and sucking at your neck. “ohhh… there you are…” he groaned softly. “missed you… missed this pussy…”
you whined softly and wrapped your legs around his waist. “k-kento…” you pleaded.
he groaned into your neck and sped up, holding your hips down. “god, you feel so good, baby… s-so good…” he practically whined. his cock was already throbbing against your walls.
as soon as he rushed into it, you lost your orgasm. you tried burying your face in his neck, hugging him close, feeling the familiar weight of him on top. the way he moaned your name and kissed you, how he rolled his hips. this was your husband. your partner. why wasn't this working?
“baby—“ his voice strained. “baby, ‘m gonna—“
he shuddered and groaned as his seed spilled into your womb, filling you up and seeping out. he collapsed against you, breathing hard and pressing his lips to your shoulder, neck, jaw… almost apologetically.
“sorry…” he mumbled softly. “it’s been a while… i can—“
“no. its okay, ken…” you smiled, gently cupping his jaw. “you must be tired…”
he was quiet for a moment. “really, baby, i can make it up to you…” he murmured, but you only shook your head. he sighed and pulled you close, hugging you into his shoulder.
“i missed you so much…” he whispered.
your eyes welled up. “i missed you too…” you whispered. he fell asleep shortly after that, and the apartment was quiet. you stared at the ceiling, hugging your husband’s weight on top of you, left unsatisfied. again.
wednesday afternoon. you’d finished your work at the office and spent your lunch break on the train to chiyoda, sipping a can of tea. when you reached the lobby of the firm, shimizu smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes.
“mrs. nanami. mr. higuruma is ready for you.”
you smiled softly. “thank you.”
you went into the office to find hiromi hunched over some case files, blazer off and sleeves rolled up. he looked thoroughly exhausted.
“you okay?” you asked softly. he looked up at you, his gaze raking over your body and drinking you in. he nodded and stood, gesturing to a starbucks cup at the desk next to his. your order you’d told him in fleeting over yesterday’s lunch.
“you… remembered.”
“i remember everything,” he spoke softly, and you had a feeling he wasn’t talking about just your coffee order. you looked down at your desk to find there wasn’t a chair there.
hiromi stood and moved behind you, one hand on your lower back as he pointed to the paper laid out. “second paragraph here, read it out loud.”
“why?”
“because i want to hear you figure it out.”
you swallowed thickly, then bent down a little bit to see the typing better. “vendor assumes full responsibility for the security and integrity of all data transmitted through vendor’s systems and infrastructure.”
his hand slid down your back to your ass, not doing anything else yet. when you didn’t protest, her gently squeezed.
“continue.”
“… in the event of unauthorized access, breach, or compromise of data occurring within or originating from vendor’s technical environ—“
his hand slid between your legs, underneath your skirt, which you’d worn conveniently short today. his fingers rubbed over the damp spot in your panties.
“keep going.”
you swallowed a whine. “… v-vendor shall bear liability for any resulting regulatory— m-mmh—“
“penalties,” he said quietly, right at your ear.
“penalties…” you repeated. “damages, or legal claims. client’s liability shall be limited to instances where breach is demonstrably—“
the sound of wood being dragged across a desk sounded beside you. you didn’t dare to look up from the paper, your gaze drifting to the margin.
“hiromi—“
“keep reading.”
“i… lost my place.”
“then start over,” he ordered.
you swallowed thickly again, your thighs trembling. “vendor assumes full responsibility for the security and integrity of all data transmitted through vendor’s systems and infrastructure. in the event of unauthorized access, breach, or compromise of data occurring within or originating from vendor’s technical environment, vendor shall bear primary liability for any resulting regulatory penalties, damages, or legal claims. client’s liability—“
you felt the flat head of a gavel press and rub over your panties. you gripped the edge of the desk and dug your high heels into the ground, whining softly. “h-hiromi—“
“lost your place again?” he mumbled, gently thwacking your clit with the gavel’s head, causing you to squeak and nod. “start. over.”
and you did. the flat head of the gavel gently rubbed over your clit, up and down, in little circles. you somehow managed to stammer out the paragraph, then pressed your forehead to the screen of the computer in front of you and arched your back. “hiromi… please…”
he gently thwacked at your clit again with the head of the gavel, making you jolt and whine. “you understand what that means?”
you nodded. “yes…” your answer not entirely about the contract.
“tell me,” he murmured, tossing the gavel in his hand and switching it so the handle ran along your folds over your panties.
“if— if the vulnerability originated in the vendor’s system—” you were gripping the desk so hard your knuckles were white, “—zenin capital’s liability shifts— significantly.”
“correct.”
he pressed the gavel harder into your core, and you whined. “hiromi…”
“shimizu leaves for her lunch at one,” he murmured at your ear, his voice even and calm.
you glanced at the clock on his wall. 12:52pm. 8 minutes. you buried your face in your arms and tried to not make a sound as hiromi moved the handle against you.
five minutes passed and you were trembling, shaking, your panties ruined. by eight minutes, once you heard the door to the lobby shut, the gavel moved away from your soaked core. you held back from protesting, the sound of a belt and zipper being undone loud in the quiet office.
"the vendor's technical environment..." hiromi murmured. "that's our loophole."
"i know..." you murmured, your voice breathless and shaky.
"good. now..." he reached for your waist and turned you over, sitting you up properly on the desk. "where were we?"
you stared up at him. "hiromi... this is so wrong."
"you started it. yesterday?"
"i was... drunk. not in the right headspace."
"and yet you stood here just now, completely sober, bent over the desk without me even asking, letting me rub your pussy with my fucking gavel."
you forced the whine that threatened to spill past your lips back down. he was right. you knew this was wrong and you were doing it anyways. you knew you were going to go home and wallow in guilt and regret while your husband remained completely oblivious.
hiromi's grip loosened, and he pulled just a few inches away. "so... tell me to stop," he murmured.
the words died on your tongue, if they even made it past your brain in the first place. slowly, hesitantly, you reached for his tie, and as soon as your fingers wrapped around the silk of his tie, he leaned in, his lips hovering over yours. waiting. you closed the distance, kissing him softly, slowly.
he smirked against your lips, hands coming to your hips. "attagirl..."
that word shouldn't have made heat pool in your stomach the way it did, especially not the way he purred it against your lips. you leaned back, pulling him closer, and he took that as a sign to keep going. he unbuttoned the top half of your dress shirt and cupped your breasts, squeezing gently.
"fuck..." you moaned against his lips.
"too much?" he asked quietly.
you shook your head. "no... don't stop."
he smirked against your lips. "remember. you started it."
you shivered at his words, spreading your legs apart and letting him grind against you. your fingers gripped the edge of the desk, your heels dug into the ground. hiromi nipped at your neck gently, his hands moving down to the hem of your skirt. he paused, his gaze flickering to the door, where the lobby was empty, then back to you. "i can stop at any moment. just say the word."
you were silent. you should stop. you should remember your vows, you should go home to kento, to the life you swore to him that you'd honor. yet you found yourself staring into hiromi's eyes, studying the warm, honey-ish brown that stared back at you like he'd known you for years, not just 48 hours. your body betrayed your mind: your back arched slightly, chest pressing against his, one hand coming to the back of his neck.
"don't stop."
he smiled and kissed you softly. "that's what i thought."
the sunlight slanted through the blinds, falling across your shoulder, catching the sheen of sweat on your skin. the papers, files, the quiet hum of the fan all faded into nothing. there was only him, and you, and the impossible thrill of doing something so utterly forbidden.
he reached under your skirt and pulled your panties down, then swiped his fingers through your sopping folds. "shit..." he mumbled. "you're soaked..."
"not my fault you-- fuck-- edged me with a goddamn gavel..."
he chuckled softly. "true," he murmured. he sunk to his knees, burying his face in your heat and licking a slow stripe up. you squirmed and whined, only to be silenced by him smacking your thigh. "you gotta be quiet. and sit still."
he pulled away, pulling his tie off and rolling it up into a ball of fabric. "open."
you parted your lips and he shoved the silk into your mouth to muffle your voice. "good girl," he patted your cheek before kneeling back down, not wasting a second before he was suckling at your clit.
"mpph!" you whined against the ball of his tie, and he squeezed your thigh. his tongue dipped lower, slipping into your hole and lapping up what you'd drooled everywhere.
"fuck... you taste so good..." he grunted, muffled by your cunt. you squirmed your hips and reached down to pull at his hair, keeping him buried between your legs. his tongue didn't let up, and you were drooling both on his tie and on his face. his nose nudged your clit as his tongue plunged in and out, the office filled with wet squelches and low grunts of effort and pleasure from him.
your thoughts were a mess. half guilt, knowing this was wrong. the other, more incessant half pleasure. how his tongue flicked, plunged, licked up and suckled at your swollen clit...
a creak sounded from the lobby. you jolted and tried to pull him away, glancing back at the door. he obeyed your guidance, standing up, and pressed a soft kiss to your neck. "relax..." he purred. "it's the pipes. no one's coming. shimizu won't be back for an hour."
you panted softly from both the sheer panic of thinking you were caught and the fact that you were halfway to the edge. hiromi cupped your face with one hand, pulling his tie-gag out with the other, quickly replacing it with his lips on yours.
"c'mere..." he mumbled softly, picking you up and carrying you to his swivel chair. he sat down, you in his lap, still in only his boxers (which were tented and stained with a wet spot by now). he gently wrapped the wrinkled, drool-soaked tie around your neck and tied it, just a tad bit too tight, and held the silk like a leash. he tilted your chin up and settled back further in the seat, spreading his legs further.
"eyes on me." his clothed tip brushed up against your core, nudging gently at your entrance. you made a soft noise, biting your lip to hold it back, and curled your fingers into the front of his shirt. "hiromi... sir..."
he grinned, thumbing along your jaw. "yes?"
you rocked your hips gently. "i... please..."
"please what?"
fuck. you groaned and hid your face in his neck. "please... need you..."
"need me, huh? is that it?" he hummed with mock pity. “well, i’m right here. you have me, don’t you? use your words, honey…”
your lower lip jutted out in a soft pout, annoyed at him making you do this. but he only chuckled in response and tugged at the tie. you huffed. “need you t’fuck me…” you mumbled, your words shaky but genuine. “need you inside… please…”
satisfaction flickered in his gaze before he leaned in to pepper your jaw with kisses, slipping out of his boxers. his cock sprung free, throbbing an angry red and beading precum. “take it then…”
your hand came down to gently pump him, earning a soft groan that rumbled deep in his throat. you sat up and gently circled your hips, letting his tip press at your entrance teasingly, before he groaned and shifted his hips up. you didn’t tease him too much, slowly sinking down a few inches.
“fuck…” you gripped his shoulders and bit your lip so hard you swore you tasted copper.
“easy… shh, take it slow…” he muttered, his voice and breathing strained. “sh-shit, relax… ease up a little…”
you groaned. “t-too big…” you whimpered, which earned a smirk from him. “mm, not used to a cock this big, stretchin’ out your pretty pussy?” he murmured teasingly, leaning in and gently nipping at your earlobe.
you frowned. “no, just… h-haven’t, um… y’know, in a while…” you admitted softly, shoving the thought of last night's failed attempt at makeup sex into the back of your head. hiromi frowned at your words as he eased the rest of himself in, all the way to the hilt. “no way…” he mumbled. “‘f i had a girl as pretty, smart… tight and wet… fuckin’… wouldn’t let you go a night without cummin’ a few times…”
you tightened embarrassingly at his words as you started rocking your hips on him. “d-don’t say that…” you mumbled, moaning softly.
“but i would…” he smoothed his hands over your thighs. “would make sure you got nice and filled each night… maybe wake you up by eating your pussy… i’d rub a few out of you each morning before work…”
you whined into his neck. god, how you wished you had that. kento was always too tired or he wouldn’t last long, and you knew it was the stress of work, but he—
slap!
a spank on your ass had your husband wiped from your mind as hiromi rubbed over the red spot to soothe the sting. “shh. focus on me.”
you nodded and bounced your hips faster, your thighs meeting his with wet little smacks. his cock eased in and out of you, rubbing up and kissing all the way up to your gummy sweet spot. you could feel and hear yourself squelching around him, probably dripping and making a mess on his chair.
your hips began to falter, just a bit, your rhythm losing its consistency as your thighs trembled more each time they met his. “h-hiromi…” you whispered, your voice pulled tight.
he noticed immediately, of course he did. his hands slid to the back of your thighs, cupping and squeezing and guiding you. slowing you down just enough to feel each and every inch of him dragging in and out. “what is it? tell me, baby… you gonna cum?”
you nodded weakly.
“yeah? gonna cum on my cock? gonna squeeze it, drip it down to my balls? hm?”
you whined. “yes— h-hiro— 'm cumming- fuck!”
he hummed. “good girl. cum for me… cum on my cock, baby…” he murmured, lifting you up and pulling you bad down hard. his hips snapped up to meet yours once, then twice, knocking the air out of your lungs.
“s-shit, oh my god…”
he didn’t let up, soft grunts coming from deep in his chest as he kept moving you up and down. steady, relentless, each thrust deeper than the last. he reached one hand down and thumbed little circles at your clit, dragging and pressing into the swollen flesh, the pressure making you throb. “come on, you can take it…” he nipped your earlobe.
your body betrayed you, your thighs squeezing his waist and your hips jerking, a broken whine spilling from your lips as the pressure in your lower abdomen pulled tighter, tighter, until you snapped. you choked his name out, digging your nails into his shoulders. your back arched and your breath caught in your chest, your vision going blurry at the edges.
he groaned low, deep and ragged, as you throbbed around him, hugging his cock deep as he nestled deep inside you. “ah…” he panted softly. “there you go…”
his hips snapped up, each with a slick, wet squelch echoing in your empty head as he fucked you dumb. it was too much, way too much sensory overload, but you didn’t care at this point. he gripped you tight and pulled you impossibly closer, pressing his lips to yours in a messy, heated kiss. his cock pulsed deep inside of you, loud squelches accompanying each balls-deep thrust. “fuck… fuck, fuck, fuck—“ he grunted, his head tipping back.
as the first shiver of his release hit, he slipped out of you, spurted his hot, sticky release into his hand, just in time before it spilled all over his dress shirt. he panted softly, both of you staring down at the mess he’d made.
your fingers trembled over his hand and before he could stop you, your leaned down and traced your tongue up each line of his palm, lapping up his cum and cleaning his hand till there wasn’t a drop left.
“fuck…” he laughed softly through his panting. “you're... incredible. how... how does he not fuck you every night?"
you scoffed, brushing your fingers over his knuckles. "he's... overworked."
"overworked?" he hummed, his hands coming up to your back and pressing you into his chest. "not an excuse to not take care of you."
you stilled as he mouthed at your neck. "i'm a lawyer. i can understand my clients' motives and i can sympathize with people to a fault. so i know you're not doing this because you're greedy or you don't love your husband. you just... need to be taken care of." his voice was muffled against your skin when he spoke. "or maybe you are just greedy and you're good at hiding it," he nipped teasingly at your neck, then soothed it with his tongue. then, softly, he spoke. "you ever need to be taken care of... you come to me."
you didn't have time to dwell on that offer before a click sounded from the lobby. shimizu was back from her break. he released you just in time for you to straighten your shirt and fix your skirt. the air between you still thrummed with heat, but the danger of being caught and the guilt of what you’d done made it impossible to linger. you slipped out of the office and glanced at shimizu.
"have a good night," you smiled when she looked up at you. there was a flicker of something in her eyes when she took you in: skirt wrinkled, the top two buttons of your shirt undone, and the way you were sweating significantly, even more than she was in the heat of the office.
"good night, mrs. nanami."
you stepped through the door to your apartment and immediately dropped your bag, then kicked your shoes off. kento was on the floor, doing some situps while a workout video played on the tv.
"honey! home early?" he grunted through a sit up.
you couldn't walk to the bedroom fast enough. "yeah, um, i'm gonna shower quickly."
"okay. hey, maybe we could go out to dinner tonight since you're home early!" he called, pausing the workout video. "there's this new place in ginza-"
"i can't, kento," you stilled in the doorway, your chest tight. "i... have to go through some files."
he was quiet from where he sat in front of the coffee table. "is everything okay, sweetheart...?" he asked, easing up to his feet. "you've been acting kind of..."
"i'm fine. just... stressed about the whole data breach thing."
he looked you up and down, then nodded. "okay. if you need anything..."
you shut the door to the bathroom.
"... let me know."
your week became a blur of mornings buried in reports and conference calls at the office, a train ride to chiyoda, and afternoons spent finalizing the details of the vendor loophole with hiromi. your work day would end when shimizu went on her lunch break. the vendor contracts would be long forgotten, fluttering to the floor as hiromi would take you on the desk, his chair, the copy machine, even one day where he feeling particularly risky and pressed you against the window where those sticker letters spelled out "HIGURUMA LAW FIRM."
you'd come home and wallow in your guilt, where kento would offer massages, baths, and soft words that clashed with hiromi's rougher demeanor. you promised yourself that by thursday this week, when the statement would go out that zenin capital was not responsible for the data breach, you would stop. you wouldn't allow yourself to see hiromi again.
tuesday night, you stood at the kitchen island, chopping up lettuce for a salad you and kento would have for dinner. he was in charge of marinating the chicken in sake, oil, and seasoning it before he roasted it.
"hey," he spoke softly, sliding the pan into the oven. he came up behind you and gently squeezed your shoulders. "how about... friday night, after the whole data breach scandal has been smoothed over... we can go to that restaurant in ginza?" he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to where your neck met your shoulder. "you've been working so hard, baby... let me take you out and treat you. i checked out their menu... they have poke bowls..." he teased, smiling against your skin.
you couldn't help a small smile. "... yeah, okay. that sounds nice." he grinned victoriously and squeezed your waist. "finally. i'll buy you a nice, brand new dress, and you can wear those tiffany diamonds..."
maybe everything would turn out okay. maybe the scandal would smooth over, you'd stop seeing hiromi and both you and kento could take a break from work. maybe vacation somewhere nice, like kuantan beach in malaysia. kento had mentioned that place a few times.
but before that, you had to do one last thing.
you spent all of thursday's work day, from 9-5, with your managing director, releasing the press statement and smoothing it over with the public, effectively saving the company image.
press statement – zenin capital
zenin capital recently identified a security incident affecting data transmitted through vendor systems. upon investigation, it has been determined that all relevant breaches originated within the vendor’s technical environment. zenin capital followed proper internal protocols and vendor contract requirements, ensuring that client data remained secure.
the responsible vendor has acknowledged full liability for this incident, and zenin capital has taken all necessary steps to mitigate any potential impact. we remain committed to maintaining the highest standards of data integrity and security for our clients and partners.
zenin capital appreciates the continued trust of our clients and shareholders.
you let out a breath as the market bell rang, signaling today's close. shares had already begun to recover after the blame had shifted off the company, and social media seemed to be taking well to the statement.
you popped into your managing directors office. "i'm gonna head over to the firm and drop off the check to hir- mr. higuruma." you caught yourself in a blink. your director, too invested in her computer, didn't notice.
"ok. make sure accounting gets a note for their journal entries."
"of course."
"hey... mrs. nanami?" she called after you, and you perked up. "good work. you and mr. higuruma make a good team. if we ever have a legal shitshow like this again, make sure he's at the tip of our contact list."
you swallowed thickly and sent a quick prayer up to the heavens that you would never, ever see zenin get into legal trouble again.
"right. thank you."
it was raining on your train ride to chiyoda. the droplet battered on your umbrella like pelts of iron as you stared up at those green sticker letters in the window. shimizu would be gone and hiromi would most definitely be working overtime.
you took the elevator up and rested your umbrella against the coatrack in the lobby. it was finally cooler in the office with the rainy weather. shimizu wasn't at the reception desk.
you bit your lip. this was the last time you'd see hiromi... might as well make it worth his while. you unbuttoned your blouse, revealing the lavender lace bra beneath, then slipped your skirt off as well to show off the matching thong you wore. you pulled the company check out of your purse and took it between your teeth. now dressed in nothing but your lace underwear, unbuttoned dress shirt, and heels, you confidently catwalked your way to his office door, opening it without knocking.
you froze. hiromi sat at his desk, examining a paper shimizu had just handed to him. she was still here? both of them looked up at the sudden interruption. hiromi swallowed thickly and shimizu's jaw dropped.
silence filled the office, except for the copy machine beeping and the rain hammering on the window. your pulse hammered in your ears.
you finally came to your senses and pulled your dress shirt shut, then took the check from your mouth and dropped it on the coffee station table. "i brought the check from zenin," you blurted out, then bolted back out to the lobby.
"mrs. nanami, wait-!" hiromi called, but you were already pulling your skirt up as you hurried towards the elevator. after frantically hitting the down button, you sighed with relief when it opened immediately, still idling after your trip up. you managed to get in just in time before hiromi could reach you.
nanami sat at his desk, head in his hands. it was 9:12am on friday and it was already a shitshow. the acquisition he'd been working on all week finally gave in after the breach had been smoothed over, but he was hitting a financial snag. they were upping their price due to worry that another scandal might hit zenin capital. he opened his inbox, searching for-
[email protected] SUBJECT: URGENT, PLEASE READ!
his brow furrowed. probably a phishing attempt, but he clicked on the initial email regardless.
dear mr. nanami, my name is ms. shimizu from higuruma law firm. i know it's definitely not my place to be getting involved in your personal life, and i apologize for that, but i couldn't go another day without telling you. your wife has been having an affair with mr. higuruma. every day she's been here, she's left disheveled. i thought maybe it was just the stress of the scandal and that fact that the building's ac broke, but yesterday when she came to drop the company check off, she was wearing nothing but her dress shirt and lingerie. i assume she was hoping to surprise him, but i'd been working overtime and caught her. if you don't believe me, i have attached cctv footage of her leaving the office. i apologize again for the invasion of privacy. s. shimizu.
kento stared at the email. then he read it again. and again. his cursor hovered over the mp4 file for a long minute, then he clicked it. sure enough, you'd been caught.
he stared at the screen, remembering the past two weeks. you'd come home and insist you were tired, and when he offered a massage or bath or even to lay you down in bed, you'd refused. he swallowed his anger, his fingers flying over the computer to search up "hiromi higuruma."
he raised a brow. the man was tall, handsome, maybe even older. a well-qualified lawyer. he clicked the law firms website and picked up the office phone, dialing in the contact number.
"hello, you've reached higuruma law firm! this is shimizu, how can i help you?"
"shimizu..." he mumbled. "this is kento nanami. can you transfer me to mr. higuruma?"
silence from the other end. then, a timid, "yes, sir."
the line rang for a few moments, then a deep voice registered. "higuruma speaking."
"mr. higuruma. this is kento nanami. you're the lawyer who represented zenin capital and worked with my wife, yes?"
silence stretched over the other line again. kento could make out a thick swallow. "... yes."
"right. well, i want to thank you for all the... hard work you and my wife have put into saving our company. i'm going to email you the address to a new restaurant that opened in ginza, where i'll be taking her for dinner tonight. the intercontinental tokyo bay hotel is right across the street from it. we'll be there around 8pm."
a few moments of silence from the other end, then higuruma spoke. "understood, sir."
"good. i'll see you then."
you couldn't understand why nanami had been so quiet all night. he hadn't watched you unwrap the new dress he'd bought you: a velvety, backless, maxi slip that had a diamond ornament cascading down your back. he'd been quiet in the car, gripping the steering wheel so tight his knuckles went white.
it had been your turn to ask the question. "honey... what's wrong?" you'd murmured. his eyes didn't leave the crowded tokyo road in front of him when he responded, "just... stress from work."
you sat at the new restaurant, swirling your wine in your glass while you waited on the food. nanami was staring at the entrance while you took in the interior design. it was luscious, adorned with fresh botanical decoration and golden accents, and-
"mr. and mrs. nanami?"
you almost choked on your sauvignon blanc when you looked to where the familiar voice was coming from. hiromi shook kento's hand like a goddamn business partner, then sat down in the empty chair.
you were frozen like a deer in headlights, staring between your husband and your lawyer. nanami smiled obliviously at you. "i thought i'd invite mr. higuruma to dinner as a thank you for... helping you. on the case, of course."
you swallowed thickly. "right." you turned your head to the side and finished off your wine in one heavy gulp.
the food came. you ate in silence while hiromi and kento talked about various topics: sports, stocks, the economy, politics. it was the most expensive and deeply bizarre dinner higuruma had ever attended and he had once eaten dinner with a yakuza defendant.
it was only when the plates were cleared that nanami set down his chopsticks, folded his hands, and looked at higuruma with the calm measured gaze of a man who had spent the last three days thinking very carefully about what he was going to say.
"i'm not going to pretend i'm not angry."
your head snapped up from staring at your lap. hiromi chuckled at kento. "i wouldn't expect you to."
"but..." kento turned to you, gently taking your chin in his fingers. "i won't pretend i didn't play a part in this."
"kento-"
"i'm not finished," he cut you off, but not unkindly. "i haven't been paying attention to your needs. i haven't been taking care of you the way a husband should."
your eyes welled up with tears and kento brushed them away before they could ruin your makeup. "so... here is my conclusion," he murmured, turning back to hiromi.
"what's that?" your secret lover asked.
"she needs to be punished for what she did and reminded of who she belongs to," he murmured, picking up his whiskey. "but... i think i could use a little help with that."
you made a sound that wasn't quite a word. hiromi looked to you, then kento, then picked up his sake and finished it off. "i think i'm gonna need something a little stronger than that."
kento almost smiled. almost. "i took the liberty of booking a suite across the street at the intercontinental," he announced. "for after dinner."
the suite was on the fourteenth floor.
the elevator ride up was, somehow, even more awkward than the dinner. the three of you stood in a row staring at the closing doors, you sandwiched between your husband and your... whatever hiromi was. had been. apparently still was, given the circumstances.
"you planned this..." hiromi murmured, looking to kento. "the dinner, the hotel, all of it."
kento nodded.
"you're... a strange man, kento," hiromi smirked, taking liberty of using his first name. kento only smiled. "so i've been told."
you laughed suddenly, almost hysterically. both men looked down at you, and you covered your mouth.
“sorry. i just— this is insane. you know that, right? you’re both… okay with this?”
“are you?” they both asked in unison.
you stared up at them. hiromi: rough enough to scratch your itch, but gentle enough underneath that you wouldn’t be pushed too far. his dark hair, lean build, tired eyes, tanned skin, and that goddamn nose. nanami: your husband. always so soft and sweet but never rough enough to soothe the ache between your thighs… except for maybe tonight. blonde, chiseled features, bulked up and beefed up. the same tired eyes, but they held more tenderness than fatigue.
maybe hiromi was right. maybe you were greedy and just good at hiding it.
“… absolutely.”
the elevator doors open and kento swiped the key card to the suite. hiromi went in first, leaving you with your husband for a quiet moment.
“kento, i’m so... so sorr—“
“shhh. i know. i’m sorry, too…” he whispered, kissing the top of your head. “like i said, i haven’t been treating you the way a perfect wife deserves to be treated. we both screwed up.”
you nodded quietly. “and you’re sure about this?”
he hesitated, glancing into the suite where hiromi stood in the room, staring at the two of you as he undid his tie.
“… no,” kento murmured. “but i’m sure about you. i'm still angry-"
your breath hitched and he took your face in his hands.
"-but i still love you. no matter what happens tonight, i want you to know that i am angry and i love you and those two things are both true at the same time."
he pulled you in to a slow and deliberate kiss, silently promising you two things: that he knew and understood why you had cheated and that you were going to face the consequences of your actions. right here, right now.
he pulled away and guided you into the room. the suite was tasteful and expensive — a sitting area, a king bed with crisp white sheets, floor to ceiling windows overlooking the tokyo skyline. "mr. higuruma."
"you can use my first name," hiromi pulled his tie off. "given the circumstances."
kento nodded. "hiromi." he patted your ass gently and you stepped forward, towards hiromi. "undress her," kento ordered.
"all the way?" hiromi asked, stepping forward and gently unhooking where the halter of the dress was hooked at the back of your neck. kento nodded. "all the way."
hiromi slipped your dress off, admiring your body in the warm bedroom light. the backless dress didn't allow for a bra, so your nipples peaked as soon as the dress was off. hiromi guided you back to the bed, kento coming next to him as he knelt down and eased your heels off. you stared up at kento, you was assessing you.
"you want to know what bothered me most?" kento murmured, all softness gone from his tone.
"...what?" you murmured weakly.
"that you pretended everything was okay," his hand came forward and grabbed your jaw. "that you came home, showered, buried yourself in your work, and went to bed. i knew something was up. did you think i wouldn't find out?"
you swallowed thickly. "... no..."
hiromi snorted and kento's grip on your jaw tightened. "no?"
"i don't know..." you whimpered. "i think... i just stopped thinking about it."
kento scoffed. "that's even worse..."
"i swore i was going to stop-"
"hiromi. you knew she was married."
hiromi stood back up after pulling your panties off, leaving you completely bare in front of them. "i did."
kento raised a brow at him. "at least you're honest..."
hiromi hummed with amusement. "i'm always honest. it's a professional hazard."
kento shrugged and began undoing his tie. "i think someone else needs to be a little more honest. darling... why don't you tell me everything you two did? and hiromi here won't hesitate to fill me in on any missing details, so don't bother leaving anything out."
you gulped, feeling yourself dripping as they both stared down at you. "it started... um... h-he had me reading a vendor contract-"
"no, the day before that," hiromi corrected you, unbuttoning his dress shirt. "we went out for lunch to discuss the case strategy, so... in her defense, she was a little drunk. but when we got back to the office, she kissed me."
you bit back a protest at hiromi for ratting you out, then continued. "right... so... the day after, he bent me over the desk-"
"you bent over the desk."
"you told me to read the contract!"
"not my fault you're blind and can't read fine prints without being 2 inches away from the paper. and you could've picked it up, but you chose to bend over the desk."
you huffed. "fine. i bent over the desk, and he... started touching me."
"touching you how?" kento asked as he undid his last button, shrugging his shirt off and revealing his muscular, chiseled chest and abs, and those biceps...
you huffed. "he... squeezed my ass... then reached under my skirt and rubbed my panties..."
you could see both of them growing in their pants, and you felt drool pooling underneath your tongue.
"and then?" hiromi coaxed you on, smirking.
"he... edged me with his gavel..." you murmured. hiromi looked annoyingly proud of himself. both of them began undoing their belts. "then he put me up on the desk, tasted me... then we got in his chair and fucked."
"you on top?" kento asked. you nodded. "hm."
you rattled everything else off as they slowly pulled off their belts, slacks, and finally, their boxers. you went over each time, how hiromi had bent you over his desk, the copy machine, that time at the window, the time you had knocked his coffee over and spilled it onto a few briefs...
the room fell quiet as they both stared down at you. "every day?" kento asked, and you nodded. hiromi nodded to confirm. your husband inhaled through his nose, then exhaled through his mouth.
"look at me."
and you did, gazing up at him as he stepped closer to the foot of the bed, then leaned down and gently took your throat in his hand. "you stopped thinking about what you were doing. didn't you?"
you nodded slowly.
"so you don't get to do that tonight. you're gonna sit here and think about what you did wrong. and you're going to listen. do you hear me?" he growled.
"... yes..." you murmured.
"i can't hear you."
"yes!" you emphasized, on the verge of tears. your cunt was aching from anticipation.
"good."
hiromi let out a quiet exhale that was almost a laugh. kento glanced back at him for only a moment. "can you manage that?" he asked him. hiromi only shrugged, then rolled his shoulders. "i can follow instructions..."
"good," kento murmured, returning his gaze to you. he pulled his hand away. "then we'll start simple. face down, ass up. hands behind your back."
you did as you were told, pressing your cheek to the sheets and arching your back. you felt a satin tie wrap around your wrist, tied so tight you were sure there would be red marks in the morning.
"too tight?" kento murmured.
you shook your head quickly. "no..."
"good."
his hand came down to your ass, pressing gently, guiding your hips higher. you obeyed instinctively, your breath catching as you felt the breeze of the air conditioning ghost over your sopping heat.
hiromi hummed. "so pretty..."
heat flooded your face and the tension coiled tighter in your stomach.
kento’s fingers slid slowly down your spine, deliberate, measured, until his hand settled at the small of your back.
“spread your legs a little more.”
you did, thighs trembling slightly as you shifted, the sheets cool beneath you.
“look at that,” hiromi murmured, closer now. “already dripping for us. greedy little thing..."
it was suddenly quiet behind you, and you could only feel two dips in the mattress behind you, one on your left, one on your right. it was too quiet.
then, a sharp smack landed against your right ass cheek. you yelped, your whole body jolting forward and your wrists straining against the tie.
"count," kento ordered from that respective side. "o-one..." you whimpered softly. another strike on your left from a nimbler hand- hiromi. "t-two..." you whined. another strike on your right. "three--!"
your thighs squeezed together before kento forced them apart. "keep them open," he ordered. you whimpered and dug your knees into their place on the bed, spread wide apart and throbbing with anticipation. a hand- kento's- soothed over where he'd struck, slowly and deliberately. the contrast in his touch made your breath stutter.
"tell me..." he murmured, now in your ear. "were you like this for him?"
you hesitated for a moment, and a warning was squeezed into your hip. "yes--!" you squeaked out quickly. everything stilled and went quiet.
then, a slap on your right ass cheek so hard, you could've sworn it broke skin. you yelped and cried into the sheets, your hips lifting.
"f-four..." you whimpered after the shock had washed over you.
hiromi smirked to kento and gently rubbed over your left cheek. "you did ask for honesty, kento."
"and she's gonna give it. aren't you, pretty girl?" he murmured.
"yes..." you whined, muffled by the sheet. a sharp yank in your hair pulled you up so you were balancing only on your knees. "yes--!" you squeaked out, not needing to be told to speak up.
kento shoved you back into the mattress. there was another pause, and you realized hiromi and kento were quietly communicating behind you what they were going to do to you next.
then, movement. the dip in the bed rose, leaving only you spread out on the sheets. "wait-"
"stay." kento ordered, though it wasn't like you had much of a choice.
you felt a hand reach from your left and grab your jaw gently, then it lifted your head up. hiromi's hand.
"hiro...?" you whimpered, and you were answered with a soft shush from him. your vision of the hotel bed's headboard was blocked by red silk- hiromi's tie. he wrapped it carefully around your head.
"wait.." you protested, but hiromi shushed you again. there was a dip on the bed, both men carefully quiet. you felt one in front, one behind.
no way. there were gonna-?
one hand sifted into your hair so you couldn't feel whether it was thick and calloused or nimble and smooth. it lifted your head up, and you felt a swollen tip tap at your lips. the other swiped between your folds with a soft schlick! noise.
you gulped your nerves down and parted your lips, a thick, veiny member slipping onto your wet tongue. simultaneously, the one prodding at your entrance pushed in, squelching and stretching you out with a sweet sting.
"mpph!!" you whined, muffled as whoever was in your mouth began fucking into your face, the other thrusting into your hole. four hands were braced on the center of your back, both to hold up you up and hold on to balance.
"fuck..." kento finally groaned, and hiromi hissed lowly. they were positioned carefully above you so you couldn't tell by sound who was in front and who was behind. they began seesawing, as one pushed into your sopping pussy, the other pulled out of your drooling mouth. back and forth, back and forth. your pussy squeezed tight and your tongue swirled, wet slaps and groaning filling the bedroom.
after a minute or two, just as you could feel that knot in your stomach coil just tight enough, they both pulled out, leaving you gasping and whining.
"now... tell us..." hiromi panted. "... who's in your mouth and who's in your pussy?"
you swallowed hard. they weren't too different in size or girth. maybe you could tell by who's hands were where... you could tell hiromi's hands were closer to your lower back, and kento's were around your ribcage. though could they have positioned it so their hands were mix-matched? no, no... too much effort, you figured.
"ken... you were in my mouth... and hiro... you were fucking me?"
silence. not a word. just your breathing, uneven and desperate.
then, your jaw was pulled up by what you recognized as hiromi's hand. "is that what you think?" the lawyer murmured into your ear.
you were so fucked. literally.
"w-wait-" you stammered, realizing your mistake. you were silenced by kento's hand, firm and familiar, on your hip. "wrong."
hiromi laughed softly, the sound brushing against your ear as his fingers slid up your jaw, tilting your head back just slightly. “you really couldn’t tell?” he murmured.
your lips parted, but nothing came out.
kento’s grip on your hip tightened, grounding, possessive.
“i told you,” he said calmly, “you were going to think... clearly, you didn’t try very hard.”
your stomach twisted, embarrassment and something hotter tangling together as your thighs pressed together instinctively, only to be pushed apart again. "stay open," kento grunted. "you're gonna get spanked again. hiromi, could you help me?"
"gladly."
you felt the bed shift and your face dropped back to the sheets. it was quiet and still again, and your hips perked up a little in anticipation.
smack!
right on your sopping, dripping, puffy folds. the impact on your clit almost made you cum right there, as you were still sensitive. an embarrassing noise that was a mix of a whimper and a yelp spilled from your lips to the sheets.
another smack, from hiromi this time. then another, and another until you were throbbing. "wait- wait--!" you gasped as you felt your clit pulse.
"hold on. you're not done yet," kento murmured, and the spanking stopped. you whined and dug your fingers into the tie around your wrist, hips wriggling in frustration.
hiromi laughed softly. "shh, don't cry. you've been so good for us, taking everything we're giving you... kento, i think we should let her cum."
kento was quiet, crossing his arms. "i don't know..." he mumbled.
hiromi raised a brow, then gently spread your lips apart, causing your hips to jerk and a whine to spill from your lips. "look at her. poor thing is droolin' for us..." he mumbled. it was true- you were dripping down your thighs.
"please, ken..." you lifted your head a bit to beg.
kento sighed. "fine. you do the honors, hiromi. i'll watch."
hiromi smirked, slipping two fingers into you. "there you go, baby..." he purred. his fingers curled and made a coaxing motion, then resorted scissoring you open. "all better? now that your pussy's full 'nd gettin' fucked?"
you almost cried. like, actually, you choked on a sob. "yes, yes, yesyesyes--" you whined, your hips moving back against his fingers. hiromi hummed and moved closer to your ear. "go on then. cum. let your husband see you cream all over my fingers."
as if the world had narrowed down to your cunt and the two fingers squelching in and out of it, you snapped. your body shuddered, your voice broke into a ragged moan, and the tension into your stomach coiled up until you were soaking hiromi's hand, your white juices spilling over his fingers and dripping onto the sheets. hiromi's hand came to your hip, locking you down so you felt every single wave of pleasure and more.
"shit..." kento murmured, stroking himself. hiromi huffed with a small smile. "see how much she loves this?"
you sagged against the sheets, panting, drenched in the aftershocks of what was probably the most intense orgasm you ever had- and it was only the first one tonight. both of them watched you, approving, satisfied.
after that, you were allowed to rest for a moment, the fabric of the ties slipped off of your eyes and away from your wrists. you blinked, adjusting to the warm light of the suite lights. kento helped you onto your back, letting you sink into the crisp sheets. your pussy was still tight and throbbing with anticipation, your legs still trembling, and your entire body thrummed with need.
"ken-" you whimpered shakily.
"shh..." he kissed your cheek. "just lay back. good girl..."
hiromi rested beside you on your left, leaning in and mouthing at your neck, one hand squeezing your breast and earning a sweet mewl from you. from your right, kento held your hand and pressed a soft kiss to your knuckles, then hiked your leg up with his other hand and slowly pressed inside you, squelching as he pushed past your previous release. a delicious, sharp ache spread from your cervix to every nerve ending.
at the same time, hiromi reached down and rubbed your clit in small, slow circles. your slick drooled down kento’s cock, your walls squeezed, and your back arched. “m-mmhgh…”
“shh…” kento moved to kiss down to your breast, and hiromi mirrored kento’s actions on his side. one arm came to hook around kento, hugging him closer, while your free hand reached down and stroked hiromi’s cock. he shuddered and groaned with pleasure, his hips jerking up into your hand.
“that’s it…” kento murmured against your skin. hiromi sucked gently and moaned as you thumbed his slit. “good girl…”
the hotel room filled with a chorus of heavy breaths, soft moans, and slick wet squelches, and you realized that even shaky and worn out, you were exactly where you were meant to be: between the two men who knew every curve, every response, every need.
“still sensitive?” hiromi’s voice broke when he murmured.
you could only manage half a whimper and a nod.
“that’s what we thought,” kento hummed.
“hah… h-hngh…” you whined as kento fucked harder up into you, hiromi doing the same as they both chased their high. kento pulled your leg higher, his tip bullying your cervix at the new angle.
“oh— f-fuck—!”
“there it is,” he breathed out.
your hand stuttered on hiromi, and he caught your wrist. “don’t stop now…” he mumbled, pulling off you drool-soaked tit. “you wanted this, didn’t you?”
you nodded, your eyes glassy, your brain already fogging over. it was too much; hiromi’s fingers rubbing your clit, kento’s cock rutting in and out of you, both of them sucking at your tits, hiromi throbbing in your hand…
“k-ken, hiro— i can’t—“
“you can…” hiromi murmured. “right, kento?”
“right,” kento nodded, moving to mouth at your neck. “you can. you’re going to.”
hiromi leaned closer, his fingers no longer rubbing in circles but rubbing furiously back and forth across your puffy bud. “go on, let it happen…” he purred. “cum for us.”
your whole body tensed, then broke. your back arched, a broken cry tore out of your throat as the pleasure hit sharper than before, overwhelming all of your senses. your hand faltered again, your hips jerking helplessly against kento as wave after wave crashed through you, your thighs trembling around him.
“shit. i think she squirted a little,” hiromi murmured, glancing down.
“wouldn’t be the first time,” kento couldn’t help himself.
they both pulled away, kento almost having to pull his dick out of your walls with his hands, you were still clenching onto him so hard. he took your face in his hand, fingers squishing your cheeks gently.
“hey. stay with us. you’re not finished yet.”
fuck. you whimpered pathetically. "i can't, i literally cannot-"
"safe word?"
you stayed silent, and kento gently patted your cheek. "c'mon. up."
hiromi pulled you up by the waist, then moved to kneel behind you on the bed, gently kneading the fat of your ass. his chest pressed at your shoulderblades, and before you could lose your balance and fall forward, kento's chest pressed against yours as he knelt in front of you. you were effectively sandwiched between the two.
their tips prodded at both of your holes, and you squeaked.
"breathe. hold onto us," hiromi murmured, taking one arm and draping it over his shoulder, kento taking your other and doing the same. you bit your lip and sank down, both of them stretching you out.
"oh- shit-" you gasped.
"shhh... doin' so good, baby..." kento murmured. hiromi hummed in agreement. "yeah... taking both of us at once, hm?"
they both pressed up to the hilt, grunting softly as only a wall seperated their cocks. your heart hammered in your chest as they throbbed inside of you. "please... move," you whimpered out.
they made eye contact over your head and nodded, slowly thrusting up into you. the rhythm was slow at first, careful and delicate, each of them adjusting till the angle was just right.
"you okay? still with us?" kento murmured against your temple while hiromi leaned in and peppered kisses up the back of your neck. you nodded weakly, your eyes squeezed shut.
"good girl," he kissed your cheek softly. "hold on tight."
hiromi's hands found your hips from behind, steadying you, and kento's arms wrapped around your back, and the rhythm shifted, less careful now, less deliberate, both of them chasing something. the sounds that filled the suite were... a lot. the wet shlick! and shluck! of them moving inside you, the soft grunt hiromi began to make low in his throat with each thrust, kento's breathing gone uneven against your neck, your own voice completely beyond your control. you prayed you wouldn't get a noise complaint from the hotel. the room reeked of sex and sweat, two pairs of thighs smacking against yours. "hiromi-"
"shh..."
"ken-"
"i know, baby. shh. i've got you," his voice broke and he sped up, chasing his high as his cock throbbed and twitched inside your drenched cunt. his head dropped to your shoulder.
"both of you- please-" you whimpered, nails digging into their shoulders. hiromi began to stutter. "shit- shit-"
both of them squeezed you tighter, sandwiching all three of you impossibly closer. your tits squished and bouncing against kento's chest as you felt your inner walls spasm and clench. the knot in your stomach pulled impossibly tight.
"cum for us..." kento panted into your neck, trying to hold out so you came first. "c'mon baby. one more time."
"i can't-" you sobbed, tears spilling down your cheeks.
"you can," hiromi nipped at your earlobe.
it crashed over you like something collapsing: your whole body shuddering, your arms tightening around both their necks, a sound leaving your throat that you didn't even know you could make.
kento followed immediately with a sharp exhale of your name, his arms locking around you so swore your ribs could crack.
hiromi finished with his face buried in your shoulder and both hands gripping you hard enough to leave marks, a low broken groan muffled against your skin.
both of them pulled out, sticky hot seed dripping out of both of your holes in globs. they laid you down and snuggled into your sides, both of them kissing at your neck, cheeks, ears, lips, whatever they could get their mouths on. you felt like you were fading in and out of consciousness.
after a few minutes, once you were pretty much lights out, hiromi sat up and cleaned himself off, searching the floor for his slacks. "you can stay..." kento murmured, face buried in your hair and eyes shut. the lawyer blinked. "i... thought you were asleep. sorry."
kento didn't say anything, just pulled the comforter back and patted the empty spot next to you. "it's raining outside. plus, i didn't pay 60,000 yen for this suite for nothin'."
hiromi swallowed thickly, then climbed back into bed and pulled the comforter up over the three of you. he stroked your hair gently as you slept, earning an eyebrow raise from kento.
"i'm not sharing her, you know," your husband murmured.
"yeah? me neither."
both men were silent, then huffed small laughs simultaneously. "you're still a strange man, kento..."
"mm. so are you," he mumbled. they both wrapped their arms around your sleeping form and closed their eyes, falling asleep.
the next few weeks at the office went smoothly. so far, there was no legal trouble, and naoya zenin was quietly suspended from his spot as ceo, his uncle, toji fushiguro, regaining control temporarily until the idiot learned his lesson about customer trust. your relationship with your husband had been mended: neither of you worked consistent overtime and you had set aside time to vacation in malaysia.
everything was picture perfect, until-
smack!
a file landed on your desk, and your managing director stood in front of you. "another situation. an unauthorized acquisition attempt of a smaller company- that mid-sized tech firm in osaka? that wasn't approved by the fair trade commission. it looks like a violation of the antimonopoly act. the FTC flagged it an hour ago and press will get wind of it by thursday."
your brow furrowed as you took the file. acquisitions? kento's department? "i'll get ahead of it," you nodded, setting down the pen. your director hummed. "great. could you call-"
"on it," you mumbled, dialing the firm. your director nodded and left.
"higuruma legal, this is shimizu! how can i help you?"
"it's nanami. get me to hiromi."
silence from the other end, then a quiet click. obviously, shimizu wasn't your biggest fan after that check drop-off. the ling rang twice, then, "higuruma speaking."
"hiro... it's me."
you could almost hear his smile on the other end. "hi, baby."
"we have a situation. kento's department-"
"i know. he told me about it yesterday."
yesterday? but the FTC flagged it this morni-
ohhhhhh.
"he's such an idiot. he does not need to get our company into legal trouble just so we can hook up..." you mumbled, pinching the bridge of your nose. "so... the same rate?"
hiromi chuckled on the other end. "how about we all meet at the intercontinental tonight to sort something out," he offered, and you knew he wasn't talking about the unauthorized acquisition.
"we'll be there."
© all writing belongs to angellude. all characters belong to gege akutami.
tags ♡: @sanenyaaa
