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The lawyers office was smaller, quiet and smelt faintly of coffee.

You hurriedly walked down the hallway to the conference room, your heels clicking sharply against the tiles.

The moment you open the door, all eyes turn towards you.

You freeze for half a second in the doorway, slightly out of breath. Your skirt, the one you had hurriedly grabbed before leaving your apartment, sat higher on your thigh than you would have preferred for something as serious as a divorce meeting.

At the head of the table sat Hiromi Higuruma, suit immaculate, posture straight, pen tapping against the pile of neatly stacked documents.

Beside him lounged your soon-to-be ex-husband, Naoya Zenin.

Naoya’s eyes lingered on you slowly, trailing from your face down your body and then back up again with a smirk that made your stomach twist.

“Well, look who finally decided to show up.” He said lazily. “Running late and dressed like that?”

His gaze flicked deliberately to your skirt.

“This is a legal meeting, our divorce proceeding, not an escort service.”

Heat crawled up your neck, but you stepped into the conference room anyway, forcing your shoulders straight and pulling down your skirt slightly. The chair across from him scraped softly as you pulled it out.

“Sorry.” you murmured quietly. “Traffic.”

Naoya scoffed.

“Please, you just wanted to make an entrance and have me look at you.”

Your face screwed up in disgust as you sat down.

A calm, measured voice cut through the tension before Naoya could continue.

“Mrs. Zenin-” Higurum began, placing various documents in front of both of you.

“It’s Ms. Takahashi, please.” You correct softly.

For a moment the room stilled, you felt everyone’s eyes on you.

Naoya laughs.

“Oh come on.” he says, leaning back in his chair with a mocking grin. “You’re still my wife, dont start pretending before you’ve signed”

Your fingers tighten in your lap.

Higuruma studies you briefly, his gaze sharp. He’s observant in a way that makes you feel noticed.

Higuruma’s pen hovered, then he nodded slightly.

“Understood,” he says calmly. “Ms. Takahashi.”

Naoya clicks his tongue in annoyance.

“You’re so dramatic. You act like marrying you wasn’t already doing you a favour.” He leaned forward, resting his elbow on the table. “Honestly, you should be thanking me. Plenty of women would kill for the Zenin name and you’re about to wipe it away.”

You keep your eyes trained on the document in front of you.

“Then give it to someone else, I’m not interested in keeping any part of you.”

Naoya smirks.

“You think you can just walk away like you’re the one who has options. Let's be honest, you were lucky that I picked you in the first place.”

Higuruma’s pen stopped against the page but he didn't interrupt.

Naoya continues, clearly enjoying himself.

“You were always so quiet, boring actually.” He shrugs “Not exactly competition compared to the women I usually fuck.”

You close your eyes, just for a second. All of the memories flash through your head - the late nights waiting for him, the smell of unfamiliar perfume on his clothes, the marks on his back, the careless way he compared you to women like you were some kind of disappointing purchase.

“Though, I suppose you tried.” Naoya continues, sounding amused. “Just never quite measured up.”

Something inside you snapped, you sat up straighter, clasping your hands in front of you as you leaned forward on the table.

For the first time since entering the room, you’re looking directly at him.

“You’re not as great as you think you are.” You start.

The words come out steady, a little quiet but sharp enough to slice through the air and grab his attention.

His smirk falters.

“What?”

You inhale slowly.

“You act like you did me some grand favour by marrying me.” You sit back, crossing your arms.

“But you didn't"

Naoya scoffs.

“Oh please-”

“You’re arrogant,” you continue, voice calm. “You cheated constantly and treated me like I was disposable.”

His expression darkens.

Higuruma doesn’t move.

“You’re selfish, in every sense.” you add.

Naoya leans forward.

“You better watch your mouth-”

“Or what? You’ll divorce me, you’ll take everything away?” You snap. “And for the record, you’re terrible in bed.” You mumble, wanting one jab.

Silence drops over the room.

The clock on the wall ticks, the lights above you hum.

Naoya stares at you in stunned disbelief, colour creeping up his neck.

You’ve embarrassed him.

Good.

Across the table, Higuruma’s pen is slowly lowered to the desk and for the first time since the meeting began, the corner of his mouth twitched.

Naoya stared at you like you had just spoken another language. The silence in the room has stretched, your heart hammering against your ribs.

Then his chair screeches loudly against the floor as he stands up.

“What did you just say?” Naoya spits, his voice field with disbelief.

You don’t look away, keeping your eyes locked to him.

You take a deep breath, feeling lighter, a weight you’ve been carrying for years finally slipping off your shoulders.

“I said, you’re fucking terrible in bed.” you repeat calmly.

Naoya’s face flushed red.

At the head of the table, Higuruma remains seated, posture perfectly composed, his eyes softly looking you over.

Naoya barks out a laugh that sounds more angry than amused.

“You think you’re cute insulting me in my lawyers office?”

Higuruma clears his throat. “This is a rented conference room.”

You smirk, tilting your head at Naoya.

Naoya completely ignores Higuruma.

“You’re unbelievable.” he scoffs, pointing at you. “You barely even spoke during our entire marriage and now you suddenly have opinions?”

Your arms remain crossed, your fingers digging into your biceps.

“I spoke, you just never listened.”

Naoya rolled his eyes dramatically.

“Oh here we go. Let me guess, you’re going to cry and beg me to listen to your feelings?”

You scoff, rolling your eyes looking away from him.

“No, I just mentioned a fact.”

His eyebrow twitches, leaning forward on the table.

“Facts?”

You nod once.

“You cheated on me with how many women now?”

Naoya smirks, confidence returning as he sits back down.

“Aw, jealous princess?”

“No.” You spit, meeting his gaze.

“Just surprised you found that many women willing to put up with a two-minute disappointment.”

The air left Naoya’s lungs in a stunned exhale.

Higuruma coughs quietly into his hand, covering his mouth. You almost missed it, but when you glanced towards him, you noticed his shoulders shift slightly, a laugh escaping him.

Naoya slams both hands on the table.

“You think you’re funny?”

“I’m honest.”

“You’re embarrassing yourself.”

You shrug.

“Not really, I spent years pretending you were impressive.”

Naoya opened his mouth and closed it, his chest rising and falling quickly.

“You-” he points to Higuruma “Are you going to sit there while she insults your client?

Higuruma finally leans back in his chair, his arms crossing over his chest.

“My role.” he starts calmly “is to handle legal aspects of your divorce.”

Naoya scoffed.

“Well she’s being disrespectful.”

Higuruma glanced at you and then went back to Naoya.

“Nothing she has said so far is legally actionable.”

Naoya stared at him in disbelief, scoffing.

“You’re joking.”

Higuruma calmly folded his hands on the table.

“Insulting someone’s sexual performance is not defamation.”

Your lips twitched, hiding your smirk.

Naoya looked like he would combust.

“You’re supposed to be on my side!” He shouted trying to intimidate.

“I am representing your legal interests.” Higuruma replied smoothly, then he added, almost absentmindedly. “Not your ego.”

For a moment Naoya simply stared at him and then flicked his eyes to you. You were looking at Higuruma with a smirk playing on your lips.

Naoya scoffed and leaned back in his chair “This is ridiculous.”

Higuruma calmly picks up the divorce file again, sliding it towards both of you.

“Now,” he starts, tone returning to professional calm. “If we can move forward with the division of assets-”

Naoya cuts him off.

“This is exactly why women shouldn’t be involved in serious matters.” he mutters, “Too emotional.”

Your eye twitches, you had been doing surprisingly well holding it together, but that sentence.

He always called you too emotional. It felt like the words set a match to gasoline.

“You cheated on me with your own cousin.” You said flatly.

The room froze again.

Naoya whips his head towards you.

“You weren't supposed to know about that.”

You blinked slowly.

“Oh.” he sinks into his chair. “So it was your cousin.”

Higuruma's pen paused again. Naoya’s face is pale.

“You-” he points at you, “You tricked me.”

You shrug “You talk too much.”

For the first time since the meeting started, Higuruma actually lets the laugh slip.

Your stomach is filled with butterflies. The room went quiet, only briefly but unmistakable.

Naoya turned to Higuruma, outraged.

“You think this is funny?”

Higuruma cleared his throat and straightened his posture again.

“My apologies.” His voice was calm, but the faintest hint of amusement lingered behind it. He turned towards you, “Ms. Takahashi."

When he said your name, your body fell hot, there was a noticeable softness in his voice.

“Would you like some water before we continue?” Because while Naoya had been yelling and your heart had been hammering, your hands were shaking against your body.

And Higuruma had noticed.

“Please.” you whisper towards the lawyer, your eyes locking with his quickly flicking over his features.

Naoya was fuming, “Whatever, this whole thing is pointless.”

Higuruma placed the water in front of you, sitting back in his chair and sighing.

“Then we should finalise this quickly, to benefit everyone involved.”

Naoya smirked, watching as you sip the water in front of you, “You know, for someone so quiet during our marriage you were good with your mouth.”

Higuruma’s pen drops, his jaw tightening as he looks up at Naoya. You swallow the water hard.

“It’s amazing how for someone who uses his mouth so much you never used it correctly.”

Naoya narrows his eyes at you before he can speak, his phone rings on the table, ‘Akari Fujimoto’ flashing on screen. Naoya smirks, picking up the phone.

“Hi princess.”

Your stomach sinks at the nickname, the same one he used for you.

“Nah, I’ve got time, are you needy for me?”

You gently tilt your head back against the chair, willing yourself not to cry, not now, not because of this.

“Meeting dismissed.” Higuruma stands, grabbing his files.

“My team will be in touch to organise another meeting, I’ll divide the assets accordingly and get you in to sign them.” Higuruma says, standing beside you as you nod “I’ll ensure it’s without an audience.” He whispers.

You smile weakly at the kind man, grabbing your phone off the table and walking out of the room, without so much as a glance in Naoya’s direction.

/ /

A few days later you received an email with a date and time to meet Higuruma at his office.

You walk into his office, his eyes fixated on the pages in front of him.

“Good evening.”

Higuruma looks up, his eyes softening, a small smile on his lips.

“Ms. Takahashi.”

Butterflies fill your stomach, moving across the room, sitting down in the chair in front of him.

“Here is the forms and-”

You cut him off, “I want to apologise for the other day, it’s not how I usually react to things and definitely not professional.”

Higuruma looks at you, “It wasn’t the worst divorce meeting I’ve had.”

You laugh softly, “But probably the first that complained about sex lives.”

Higuruma laughs, “There’s a first for everything.”

You look at the paperwork on the desk as Higuruma slides a folder with your name on it towards you.

“Mr Zenin wouldn’t let go of a few things such as the estate and vehicles but I was able to draft up a settlement amount.”

You eyes flick over the document, honestly you’ll take whatever to get away from him.

“Everything looks good, thank you.” You smile, signing the documents and sliding them towards him. “I wish we could’ve met under different circumstances.” you whisper, scared to say it louder.

Higuruma smiles at you softly, his eyes slowly looking over your features.

“Me too.”

The words hung in the air between you, for a moment neither of you moved.

You looked up from the paperwork, unsure if you had actually heard him correctly. Higuruma had already picked up his pen again, though it hovered uselessly above the page. His posture remained composed, but the faint colour rising at the back of his neck betrayed him.

You swallowed, suddenly very aware of how quiet the office felt.

The soft ticking of a clock behind you, the hum of the overhead lights, the rustle of paper beneath your fingers.

“I-” you started, then stopped unsure what you were about to say.

Higuruma cleared his throat softly, finally singing the last page before siding the folder towards you.

“Your divorce will be finalized when these are filed.” he said, voice steady. “My assistant will email you confirmation.”

You let out a breath you didn't realise you were holding.

“Right.”

But neither of you made a move. You realised after a few seconds that you were both still looking at each other. It made your stomach flutter.

Looking at Higuruma up close like this, without Naoya’s presence or constant interruptions, you noticed things you hadn't noticed during the meeting.

The faint crease between his brows. The way his sleeves were rolled up slightly, the way his fingers absentmindedly traced shapes on the desk.

“You handled that meeting better than most people.” he broke the silence.

You blinked, sitting up in your chair.

“With Naoya?”

“Yes”

A small laugh slipped out of you, “I don’t think anyone else would describe that meeting as ‘handled well’.”

Higuruma’s lips curve into a smirk.

“Perhaps not,” he admits “But I’ve represented Mr. Zenin long enough to know how he behaves.”

Your fingers fidget with the pen, “He always behaves like that.”

The words come out quieter than you intend, Higuruma’s gaze softened slightly.

“It's strange, I spent years thinking I was the problem.”

He doesn’t respond immediately, instead he stands from his chair.

The movement made your eyes lift to him in surprise as he walked around the desk and rested against the wood beside you.

Up close he was taller than you realised, it made your pulse skip.

“I can assure you, you were never the problem.”

The certainty in his voice made your chest tighten, a soft laugh escaping you.

“You barely know me.”

“I know enough.”

Your eyes meet his, for a second the world outside the office seems to disappear. You become aware of how close he truly is. Close enough that you can see the faint shadow of stubble along his jaw. Close enough that the scent of his cologne mixed with the lingering smell of coffee in his office.

“You seem very confident about that.”

Higuruma tilts his head slightly.

“Occupational hazard.”

Your smirk, sitting back in your chair and looking up at him.

“May I be honest?”

His words surprise you but you nod, intrigued.

“I think,” he said slowly, “you’ve spent a long time being underestimated and underappreciated.”

The words hit you, you look down at your hands, smiling faintly, pink tinting the tops of your ears.

“Naoya would disagree.”

Higuruma let out a quiet breath, almost a laugh.

“Mr Zenin isn’t an authority I would place much faith in.”

That made you laugh properly this time, a sound that seemed to linger in the quiet office. Higuruma smiled down at you.

“Mr Higuruma-”

“Hiromi”

You blink up at him.

“Sorry?”

“If your divorce is about to be finalized,” he said calmly, “it seems unnecessary to keep addressing me so formally.”

Your stomach flipped.

“Hiromi” you repeated softly.

Something in his expression shifted when you said his name, the silence that followed felt different now.

You cleared your throat softly.

“I should probably go.” you murmured again, though your body hadn’t moved.

Hiromi studied you for a moment, as if weighing something carefully in his mind.

“Yes,” he agreed.

But he didn't move from his position beside you.

You pushed your chair back slowly and stood, the movement brought you closer to him than you expected. Hiromi’s gaze dropped briefly, noticing how close you were standing to him before lifting back to your face.

“Ms Takahashi-”

You huffed out a soft breath.

“You can call me by my first name.” you spoke, looking up at him.

Something flicked across his expression, he nodded once.

Your name sounded different when he said it, softer, warmer, kind.

The sound sent a shiver down your spine.

“You should head home.” Hiromi added after a moment, though the words lack any real insistence.

“I should.” but you didn't move, instead your eyes drifted to the tie resting against his chest.

Your hand lifted before your brain fully caught up to your actions. Your fingers brushed the fabric between your thumb and pointer finger.

Hiromi froze, watching you intently.

Slowly, almost experimentally you curled your fingers around the tie, his eyes dropped to your hand and then back to your face.

Your fingers tighten slightly, pulling him towards you, testing.

“You should stop me.” You whisper, eyes flicking from his lips back to his eyes.

His eyes darken, focusing on your lips.

“I should.”

But he doesn’t pull away, your heart pounds.

“You’re his lawyer.”

“Yes.”

“And I’m his wife.”

“You told me not to call you that.”

The words come out rough, your breath catches. His hands fall to your waist as you close the distance between you, your lips locking with his.

For a split second he stiffens, then the restraint he had been holding onto all evening snaps. His hands tighten slightly at your waist, pulling you against him and kissing back.

The kiss is deeper than you expected, adrenaline and frustration humming through your veins.

Your grip on his tie slips, your arms wrapping around his neck, fingers tangling in his hair. His hand falls to your ass gripping the fabric of your skirt as you moan against his lips.

Hiromi pulls away from the kiss, resting his forehead against yours, both of you panting.

“This is a terrible idea.” he whispers.

“Then stop me.”

For a moment he just looks at you, as if he's trying very hard to make the responsible choice.

You place a soft quick kiss against his lips, his jaw tightens.

“You just finalized your divorce.”

“I know.”

“And I represented him.”

You smirk, your hands cupping his jaw.

“You did a great job.”

That almost makes him laugh, almost. Instead his gaze drops to your mouth.

Your fingers slip down to his tie again, tugging lightly, teasing him.

He closes the gap between you, his lips moving in sync with yours. His hands fall to the back of your thighs, spinning you around and placing you on his desk.

Your breath catches, as papers are moved across the wood. You open your legs wide, allowing for him to slip between them, his lips trailing down your neck.

“You’re testing my restraint” he whispers against your skin.

You giggle, fingers tangling in his hair as you grind your clothed pussy against his bulge.

“And how’s that going for you?”

“Poorly.” He groans, his hands gripping your thighs as he falls to his knees in front of his desk.

Hiromi lifts your leg, kissing from your ankle to the middle of you thigh, his eyes locking with yours as his hands slide your skirt up higher. His eyes flick to your clothed pussy, his fingers gently running up and down your damp fabric.

“Please.” you whisper, Hiromi slides both hands up your thighs, his fingers looping into the sides of your panties and pulling them down your body. The moment the fabric is on the floor his mouth is on you. His hands pulled your ass closer to the edge of the desk as his tongue pressed flat against your clit.

“Fuck.”

Hiromi groans against you, his tongue lapping at your core slowly, savouring the moment.

You tilt your head back, your fingers tangling in his hair pressing him further into you as he hooks his arms around your thighs pulling you closer.

“Uh, Hiromi.”

His eyes roll back as his lips suck your clit, causing your legs to tighten around his head. He slips two fingers inside of you, his tongue tracing circles on your clit.

Your moans fill the air, the pace of his fingers matching the rhythm of his tongue. His mouth leaves you, his fingers working in and out of you as he looks up at you, lips glistening.

“You’re beautiful.”

You blush, hand hiding your face as he smirks.

“Taste so fucking good.” he mumbles replacing his fingers with his tongue as you gasp.

He continues to fuck you with his tongue, his right hand grabbing your boob, his other hand undoing his belt and pants.

You watch him devour you, his hand fisting his cock slowly as he keeps his focus on you, moaning against your clit.

“God - Uh - Hiromi, you’re so hot” You moan watching the man still in his suit fuck his hand while eating your pussy.

You feel your stomach tighten, his tongue swirling around you clit, the sound of your wetness filling the air, his low moans vibrating against your skin.

You pull at his hair, your hips pushing up against his mouth, your legs tightening around his head.

“Uh, fuck, yes!” You moan, covering your mouth realising you’re within his office space. You moan against your hand, your whole body freezing before it runs hot rocking against his tongue.

Hiromi pulls away from your pussy, placing a kiss against your skin. His hand continued on his cock.

“Let me.” You whisper, slipping off the desk and onto your feet. You grab his hand and lead him to his chair, pushing him into it.

You fall to your knees, your skirt hitched up around your hips. You quickly unbutton your shirt, allowing for your lace bra to show.

Hiromi looks you over, his hand cupping your jaw, his thumb brushing your bottom lip. You smile against his thumb, slipping your tongue out and closing your lips around it.

Hiromi releases a breath watching you suck his thumb.

You move your hands up his thighs, gripping his cock in your hands. He’s bigger than you thought, longer than he is thick. You move your hand up and down, your thumb brushing against the head of his cock as he moans.

You sit up on your knees, hovering your mouth over the tip, placing a soft kiss against the skin before your tongue swirls around it. His fingers tangle in your hair, eyes locked onto you. You move your mouth up and down his cock, your hand following your lips for the part that you can't fit. You swirl your tongue around him, cheeks hallowing as you pull your mouth up.

Hiromi is a moaning mess above you, his hand tangled in your hair guiding your mouth up and down, holding you down against him greedily taking up more space in your throat before releasing you. You moan around him, allowing for him to control you how he wants, taking what he needs from you.

Hiromi’s phone buzzes on his desk, at first both of you ignore it, until it becomes insistent.

“Fuck.” Hiromi groans, sitting forward slightly to see the caller ID, his movement forward sliding him further into your mouth as you gag.

“Ohh-good girl.” Hiromi praises, tingles rushing your body.

“Tch” He sighs, showing you the phone.

Zenin.

You pull back, slightly breathless, eyes glassy.

“Go on.”

Hiromi smirks, answering the call and putting it on speaker while you lick at the tip of his cock. His grip in your hair tightens, almost as a warning, his eyes focused on you.

“Finally! His phone works.” Naoya spits, the sound of women in the background.

You smirk, slapping his cock against your tongue before taking him back in your mouth.

“Fuck.” Hiromi whispers.

“Excuse me?” Naoya questions.

“How can I help you Mr Zenin?” His voice is steady, his head tilting back against his chair, eyes closed. Your free hand cups his balls massaging the skin as you tighten your hand around the base of his dick, lips predominantly sucking the tip.

“Did she come yet?”

Hiromi chuckles, looking down at you as your face flushes.

“Yeah she did,” He starts, his hand moving from your hair to cup your cheek, thumb brushing just below your eye. “I’ll get the paperwork finalized by tomorrow.”

You moan around him, picking up your pace as he covers his mouth to muffle his moan.

“Thank god, I’m finally free of the bitch, good job Higuruma.”

Hiromi’s grip on his phone tightens, his jaw locked but his touch with you gentle, still caressing your cheek.

“I’ll leave you to finish finalising it.”

“Thanks.” Hiromi mutters. “Oh, Mr Zenin.”

“Yeah?”

“You’re right, your ex wife is good with her mouth.”

Hiromi hangs up the phone, throwing it behind him and pulling you off his cock and up towards him.

“Hiromi!” You sequel, shocked by his words as he chuckles. He places you on his desk, stepping up from his chair, kissing you.

“That’s so unlike you.” you whisper as he shrugs, standing between your legs.

You can hear the soft sound of vibrating against the floor, but neither of you pay it any mind.

Hiromi kisses down your neck and collarbone as his lips kiss the lace of your bra. Your nipples harden against the warmth of his tongue, his mouth sucking the hardened bud through the fabric.

You thrust your hips up, your pussy brushing against his cock. A gasp falling from your lips at the contact.

“Mm, someone’s egar.”

“Please Hiromi.” you whisper, your eyes locking with his. Hiromi smirks softly, placing a quick kiss to your lips before pulling you closer to the edge of the desk.

He trails his dick up and down your slit, collecting a mix of wetness, cum and spit.

You moan at the tip nudging your clit, your fingers digging into his shoulders.

Hiromi slides deep inside of you, his hands on your ass pulling you closer to him.

Both of you moan at the feeling, your pussy pulsing around him, his face in the crook of your neck.

“God,” he groans against your ear, “feels so fucking good angel.”

You moan at the nickname, pulling him closer against you, wrapping your legs around his hips.

He starts slowly, sliding in and out of you, the sound of your bodies meeting filling the air, accompanied by your breathless moans and sighs.

“Faster, please.”

Hiromi grunts, holding you against him, his pace picking up, his dick kissing your cervix perfectly.

You pull his hair guiding his lips to yours to swallow your moans as he fucks you deep. You cling to his body like you’d break if you let go, following his rhythm.

Hiromi moans your name, leaning back from your embrace to watch himself disappear into your pussy. His thumb circling your clit, his eyes locked on his dick.

“I’m close.” You whisper, one hand bracing on the table, your divorce file under your palm as the other grips your boob your fingers playing with your hard nipple.

“Me too beautiful, just a little more.” Hiromi sighs, his thrusts deeper but slower, his thumb circling your clit faster.

“Hngh - Hiromi” You moan loud, his lips connecting with yours to silence you as you cum around his cock. He grunts against your lips, filling you completely, his cock twitching inside of you, warm cum releasing into you.

You stay pressed together for a moment, both breathing heavy.

Hiromi moves hair off your face, placing a sweet kiss to your lips before sliding out of you. Your face fills with blush as reality sets in, Hiromi smiles.

Both of you stay quiet while cleaning up, Hiromi providing you with a few tissues and a mumbled apology regarding the clean up.

You’ve both fixed you clothes as you stay close to him.

“I have a feeling your client might show up.”

Hiromi sits back in his chair, his hands on your waist keeping you between his open legs.

“Ex-client,” he confirms “Let him, he’s lost anyway.”

“Lost?” You question, Hiromi pulls you down to him, sitting you across his lap.

“You” he whispers against your hair, placing a kiss on your head.

“Let me take you out to dinner.” he suggests, holding you in his lap.

“I’m free tonight.” you smile, your fingers once again tracing his tie.

“Good, let me finish this paperwork and we will leave.” He moves his chair, allowing for you to stand and sit across from him. He slowly reorganises his desk, pocketing your discarded panties and chuckling when he picks up his phone.

He places the phone between you both and you smirk at the screen.

‘18 missed calls - Zenin’