#workaholics

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The clock blinked 2.53 AM.

You sat alone at the dining table, the untouched dinner of fish and chips now cold. The smell of lemongrass that once meant "home" to you now served as a reminder to how many nights you’d waited like this, counting the seconds until you could hear the footsteps that sometimes never came.

This night, however, you were in luck as the key finally turned in the lock.

Nanami stepped in, his shoulders stiff beneath his beige coat, the tired slump of a man who bore the weight of a hundred silent sacrifices. His tie was still knotted, though much loose than it previously was in the morning, almost as if even fatigue didn’t have the permission to undo it completely.

"You’re late," you said quietly.

He paused at the entryway, then blinked twice as if just realizing you were still awake at this late hour—something that you stopped doing after a few months into his continuous overtime. "I told you. Overtime."

You nodded. Of course. Always overtime. Always for the two of you.

He walked past you, placing his briefcase gently on the floor like it was glass. Your gaze flicked to the envelope on the table—creased now from how many nights it’s sat untouched.

"Did you read them?" you asked, barely above a whisper. You couldn't count how many times you've asked that over the past few weeks.

As usual, he didn’t answer right away. Instead, he walked to the fridge, poured himself a glass of cold water, then leaned against the sink.

"I… haven’t had the chance."

You swallowed. "You’ve had two weeks."

"I’ve had clients," he shot back, sharper than he meant. His eyes softened immediately. "I’m sorry. I just… I’m just tired."

You looked at him then. The same man who once traced flight routes on your palm, whispering how he’d take you to Kuala Lumpur, to Penang, to malls, to beaches, to night markets where no one knew his name.

"You're always tired, Kento."

He rubbed the back of his neck. "Because I’ve been trying to give us a life—one where you wouldn't have to worry about anything, one where we can retire together."

You stared at him. "And what have you sacrificed in the pursuit of it?"

Silence.

"You promised me, remember?" you continued, voice trembling. "You promised me many times that when we finally had enough saved, we’d go. Just you and me. That you’d take a break, that work wouldn’t swallow you whole, but you keep on letting it."

"I had to," he said, voice low. "You don’t understand the pressure—"

"I do," you cut in. "I work for that dream too, but I didn’t ask for wealth, Nanami. I asked for time and after all these years, that’s the only thing you neglected to give me."

He finally turned to face you, pain flickering in his eyes like a flame that had long burned low.

"I didn’t read the papers," he confessed. "Because reading them means facing this nightmare."

"And not reading them doesn’t erase it," you pointed out, already exhausted from having to stay up so late, but even more of the same conversation that continues to repeat between the two of you, almost like a broken record piece.

The rain had started outside, soft against the windows—like the echo of a monsoon that never arrived.

"I still want to go to Malaysia with you," he murmured.

"You should’ve gone when I was still waiting," you replied, standing slowly. "Now, it’s just too late for that dream."

And as you walked away, the divorce papers remained on the table.

Unread.

Untouched.

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lawyer/arrangedhusband!higuruma x fem/workaholic!reader

this was cross uploaded on my ao3 account, gojoslefttoenail, as well!

word count: 2,620

written in second person pov & no use of y/n

no a.i. was used at all! written by me and me only! :)

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synopsis: As a raging workholic, your parents force you to settle down and marry as soon as possible. You end up choosing successful defense attorney Hiromi Higuruma as your husband. A quick one-shot of using each other as "stress relief" from work!

"Even if I'm the only one...I want to keep my eyes open." -Hiromi Higuruma, Chapter 159 ⊹ ࣪ ˖

Workaholics.

That's what you and Hiromi Higuruma both were.

That's also the main reason why you ended up married to him in the first place. To be frank, your ever so caring parents were worried sick about you being too work-centered as an independent, 34-year-old immunologist. What was the best possible solution to make sure their daughter was living properly and taking care of herself?

Marriage, of course!

At first, you shot the idea down immediately. It's not like you were completely isolated from the rest of the world or anything. You occasionally traveled to different countries and made sure to either hang out with friends or visit your parents every weekend. Besides, marriage only seemed like a hassle, knowing you'd be expected to do all of the housework as some "dutiful wife".

But, the constant nagging was becoming ridiculous. Every hour, your phone would light up with twenty texts from your mom, which all contained photos and descriptions of "eligible suitors". She even started calling you during working hours! Your absolute last straw was when your friends tried convincing you to settle down with some random rich, hot man. That was definitely your mom's doing.

So, you finally caved in after five grueling, tortuous months. The light that entered your parents' eyes upon hearing your surrender was enough to outshine the Sun's luminosity. Your father eagerly gave you a long list of successful men, all with various careers and backgrounds.

Eventually, your choice settled with 36-year-old Mr. Hiromi Higuruma. Why would you even reject the possibility of a future with him? Hiromi was good-looking, and after some quick researcher, you found out he was a defense attorney. That instantly gained your respect. After four years of high school mock trial (the pre-trial role being especially brutal), you'd realized law was not for you. Biology, chemistry, and math were more of your thing, subjects where you didn't have to present your argument to a skeptical jury.

But Hiromi? He must have a strong conviction of morals if he decided to become a defense attorney, out of all law branches. And he was well-spoken and excelled at his job too. Though his cases usually involved difficult crimes to prove innocence with, he won most of them. Besides, he was apparently stuck in the same situation as you: a workaholic forced to marry because of his troubled parents. Though you guys had opposite careers, maybe there would be an unspoken, mutual understanding that work was both of your main priorities.

You officially met him for the first time at your "wedding", which was literally just signing the legal documents together (congrats, you were now Mrs. Higuruma) with both families present. Of course your parents had wanted some grand venue with dazzling chandeliers and a live orchestra playing in the background instead, but you firmly stood your ground this time. Was there really a point in spending so much money on this? Maybe if you were going to get married to the love of your life, then sure, why not? But you didn't even know the damn guy! And it's not like there was some pure matrimonial union to celebrate. No, this was all just to shut your and his parents up from mentioning marriage ever again.

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The arrangement turned out better than expected. Hiromi was married to his job first before you and vice versa. This was exactly how you wanted things to run, so you wouldn't feel bad about potentially neglecting him or explaining why you returned home so late.

However, besides that, Hiromi himself was a kind, gentle man. Much to your surprise, he mustered up the effort to load the dishwasher and cook healthy meals whenever he was home, even though you were both exhausted from stressful shifts. Whenever you attempted to help him out, he would politely decline the offer and maneuver you back to the living room couch. In between court appearances, he made sure to take you out to fancy dinner dates on the weekends and actively sought to know you, his new wife, better. One time, you briefly mentioned how tiger lilies were your favorite flowers; the next night, he came home with his briefcase in one hand and a fresh bouquet of said tiger lilies in the other.

Though he certainly looked serious with his intimidating posture and sleek suits, his personality was quite the contrast. Once you got to know him, he became comfortable cracking horrible dad jokes and snorting uglily afterwards with you. His dry yet witty humor was the perfect thing to unwind to after a rough day of working with patients, a small smile gracing your lips as he overshared how annoying the prosecutor was in his most recent court trial.

And the best part of it all?

Honestly, it was the sex.

You guys had agreed on relying on each other to "destress" whenever work seemed too suffocating. Before marriage, you weren't the kind of person to use intimacy as a coping mechanism. But, once handsome Mr. Higuruma came along, you realized it was an effective way to relax and take the edge off of work's demands. Neither of you had to say anything out loud. Just one tired glance exchanged between you two sent the right message.

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It all started a couple of months ago when you had spent a long day diagnosing and treating patients back-to-back. Hiromi could tell just how drained you were when you walked in through the front door, shoulders drooping as if you carried the world's burden on them. With a sympathetic smile, he led you to the living room sofa and wrapped his arms around your exhausted body. Of course, you leaned into the hug and inhaled his subtle cologne scent. You usually disliked such heavy fragrances, but not on him.

"You poor thing. It wouldn't hurt if you took it easy once in a while," Hiromi muttered before placing a chaste kiss on the top of your forehead.

"You're one to talk," you grumbled back.

At that, Hiromi flashed a gentle smile before kissing your forehead once more.

"Guilty as charged, ma'am."

A long, comfortable duration of silence passed before Hiromi finally spoke again, clearing his throat midway.

"Uhm, if you want, I could help relieve some of the tension."

You raised a brow at him before responding, "Like some sort of massage? You haven't even changed out of your damn suit yet. Aren't you tired too-"

He cut your rambling off with a soft kiss, his lips coaxing you to part yours. Before this, you two had only kissed at most...maybe like four times. Though you were certainly thrown off by his suddenness, you were too tired to protest. Not like you wanted to anyway.

One minute of blissful kissing eventually turned into ten. You were now lying down on the couch with Hiromi hovering over you, forearms on the sides of your face to prevent his body weight from crushing you. He finally broke away from the kiss to catch his breath, a string of saliva still connecting your lips to his.

It didn't take him long to recover. With steady hands, he started to unzip your black pants, dilated pupils fixated with concentration.

Woah, woah, woah! You never did anything like this with him before.

"Hiromi, what are you doi-"

At the sound of his name said in your breathless voice, his hands immediately stopped.

"...I wanted to help you relax. I'm sorry if I misunderstood."

"No, I don't mind...I just thought you were going to firmly massage my shoulders or something," you huffed with amusement.

His tense muscles started to relax again, a similar grin appearing on his own face. When you gave a nod of confirmation, he slid your pants off of your legs and tossed them carelessly.

"White lace? How pretty," Hiromi whistled lowly before pulling your underwear down too.

Though Hiromi was usually a gentle giant with you, his lawyer alter ego was now starting to kick in. You assumed he used that cocky smirk with his coworkers or while berating the prosecution's incomplete argument in court.

"Soaked already? I haven't even done anything yet...unless you've been anticipating this for a while, hm?"

"It just sounds like you're projecting," you snapped right back at him. So what if you've been curious about what sleeping with Hiromi would be like? He didn't have to know about that.

"Oh? Where's this spike of attitude coming from? That's no proper way to talk to your doting husband," he chirped before his mouth leaned down and started sucking on your clit.

Whatever words you had planned to use for rebuttal flew out of your melting brain instantly, converting into soft gasps instead. His veiny hands clamped down on your plush thighs to keep you from squirming around.

"Guess you couldn't maintain your bratty act for long, huh? It's okay. I'll forgive you this time because I'm just so kind," his tongue pushed past your puffy cunt and began to fuck you senseless.

He was a completely different man from whoever he was twenty minutes ago. And it was hot as hell.

Your head threw back against the sofa seat, incoherent whimpers spilling from your swollen lips. His own eyes rolled back, drunk off of your taste. Why had he denied himself this heaven for so long? He definitely knew what his midnight snack was going to be every night from now on. His rough groans vibrated against your walls, causing them to clench around his tongue even tighter.

And that big sexy nose of his? It perfectly rubbed against your clit each time his tongue thrusted in and out. Your hips instinctively craved that friction, rutting against his nose like an animal in heat. Eventually, the building knot in your stomach snapped; with one last lewd moan, your walls pulsated violently before your body fell limp. Hiromi didn't let any of your sacred pleasure go to waste, sucking out every last drop before raising his head.

"You don't know just how hard you made me...Uh, honey?" Hiromi paused upon glancing at your closed eyes and still limbs.

"Was I really that good? I knocked my pretty wife out to sleep immediately...Next time, you're not slipping away so easily," he huffed with subtle mirth before kissing your forehead carefully (it seems he's rather fond of that spot), as if he didn't just turn your whole world upside down.

After cleaning you up, he carried you (snoring like a giant now) back to his bed instead of your own separate room. Ever since that night, you guys have always slept in the same bed together.

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Present Day

You retired to bed early, unable to wait for Hiromi any longer. It was only 8:30 PM, but your eyes kept on fluttering shut every ten seconds. Work had turned you into a mindless zombie, apparently.

10:30 PM

You stirred later, feeling Hiromi spoon you from the back while you laid on your side. Your eyes barely cracked open before closing again in defeat.

"Honey, please. I need you..." Hiromi whispered into your ear, hands reaching beneath your loose shirt to knead your soft breasts.

"Hiromi, did you drink? I can smell it in your breath," you sighed dreamily from his touch, but the concern was still evident.

He paused for a moment before his long fingers flicked your hard nipples, a mindless distraction from the chaos in his mind.

"Yeah, I did...Um, I lost today's trial. And I knew my client was innocent, but I still failed him...I don't know. I just don't want to think about it, but at the same time, I should be dwelling upon my guilt. I couldn't save him," his voice shook as he continued to ramble on and on.

You had never seen him this beat up before. Of course, he was tired with sunken, dark eyebags 9 times out of 10, but this was different. Like his strong drive for justice was finally breaking down into glass fragments.

"Okay, okay. I understand your frustration and pain, but you tried your best, right? You can't blame yourself when the whole system is corrupt and needs reform," you weakly tried comforting him.

You were never really good when it came to these sort of things. Were you good at reading emotions? Definitely. Were you a great listener? Oh, absolutely. But you couldn't solace someone without feeling awkward internally. You just didn't know what to say and how to correctly convey it. Hence, another reason why you didn't pursue law.

But Hiromi did seem to calm down from your words. Even if it was by just a tiny amount, it still counted for something.

"Those damn geezers. I want to kill every single one of them..." he trailed off before placing wet, open kisses to the back of your neck.

You didn't know exactly who he was talking about. Was it the judge? The jury? Maybe the prosecution team? Or the whole legal structure in general? But you knew better than to inquire.

Hiromi's hands then moved downwards from your chest until they anchored around your hips. He started to dryhump you from behind, hard cock bulging through his slacks. From the rustling noises, you could tell he was still in his disheveled suit.

"Why don't you take a nice, long shower first to clear your mind and then change into something more comfortable?" you cooed quietly, knowing he wouldn't listen in his current state if you used your regular attitude.

"Shh, honey. Just humor me, please, yeah?" he nibbled on your earlobe before sliding your pants off, pleased to see there was no underwear in the way.

You only heard the sounds of a belt unbuckling and slacks unzipping before his hot tip, gushing with pre-cum, rested against your entrance.

"You're so wet. Seems like she missed me very much...Breathe," he encouraged before pushing until all of his inches nestled snugly inside of you.

At the intrusion, a lewd moan escaped from your lips. It had been two whole weeks (okay, maybe you were being overdramatic) since you've felt so filled.

"Are you okay? Does it hurt?" Hiromi asked, nose nuzzling into your warm skin.

When you shook your head, he began pumping in and out with lazy thrusts from behind.

"My beautiful wife...You're taking me so well. I'm so lucky to have such an intelligent woman by my side," he half-moaned, half-whimpered sweet nothings into your ear, clearly pussy drunk (no, that was not the alcohol speaking).

Noises of skin slapping against skin and obscene squelches echoed throughout your private sanctuary of a bedroom. Your ass arched towards him for more contact, wails turning pornographic as he hit that spongy spot over and over again.

"Honey, we're too old to be fucking this intensely," Hiromi joked, returning back to his regular self. It seemed like only you could bring him back down to Earth whenever he was having an existential crisis.

Your tired chuckle was cut off when you suddenly cummed without warning, pure ecstasy overriding your other senses. Hiromi fucked you through it, kissing your shoulder with admiration in between each thrust, until he spilled inside and coated your walls white.

"I love you," Hiromi finally admitted, a phrase not exchanged between you two yet until this moment. He didn't care if you didn't reciprocate such a vulnerable emotion, but he still wanted you to know how he felt.

"...I love you too," you returned, turning around to kiss him deeply and start up Round 2.

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author's notes:

i am a FIRM believer in higuruma calling his significant lover "honey". it just fits him idek how to explain it

any lana del rey song suits him so well. he is the embodiment of her music.

✨Sailor Mercury/Ami/The best/literally me/ilovehersomuch✨

I see you working like Santa's little elves during Christmas time and I love you.

A/n : Realised I've made a mistake my whole life and spelled it materlist instead of masterlist lol, not gonna change it now I guess

Materlist

Bangchan & Minho :