MOMMY’S NEW FRIEND ⋆˚ʚɞ
(Gorgeous girl𝜗𝜚)
♡ Pairing: Divorced!Mom!Reader x Divorce Lawyer Higuruma! ♡
Modern AU! .✦ ݁˖
(Technically this is the first part, second part here)
Syonosis: You had been married to Nanami Kento for the last seven years of your life. even giving him a beautiful baby girl named Himari. When Himari was just four, you and Kento divorced. Himori Huguruma was your husband’s extremely handsome lawyer, who made you weak in the knees. (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ
Content Warning: Nanami Kento is your ex/ Higuruma is your hook up buddy/revenge sex(sort of)/smut/grinding/dry humping/humiliation/praising/no condom/riding/sex no real relationship/tired lawyer fuck buddy/fuck buddy/blowjob/oral/18+
A/N: i’m half asleep, here, u guys r fed ˃ 𖥦 ˂
You told yourself it was ridiculous.
That it meant nothing.
You hated him, or at least tried to convince yourself you did. Him, the polished man in a suit who sat behind a desk way too big for it’s own good, he knew your marriage better than you did at it’s worst.
Out of everyone, it had to be Hiromi Higuruma. Kento’s old friend, guest at your wedding, now his lawyer. You told yourself you only noticed him because of the divorce, because you had to see him so often.
You hated him, hated that it was the man who helped end your marriage who was now making your heart stutter when he said your name.
But a couple meetings it, it wasn’t hate anymore.
The truth was he made you weak in the knees in the quietest way possible. No flirting, just steady looks. He saw right through you, he knew what was between you and Nanami, inside and out. It scared you how handsome he was, even with his heavy eye bags, coffee breath and messy hair.
At first it was nothing but emails, his name attached to papers you needed to read over or sign. Hiromi Higuruma was efficient, distant and professional.
Then, slowly the emails turned more personal, they stopped being legal.
A small reminder about a document you should casually look over again, a brief email about something Kento forgot to pass along to you.
Everything he sent you wasn’t completely necessary anymore, but it was always something reasonable. You didn’t need to respond to him unless you had a question.
Then, you bumped into him outside of the courthouse. You both stopped, stared at each other and nodded, acknowledging one another to be polite.
“How are you holding up?”
He asked as if he wasn’t a lawyer anymore, or Kento’s friend.
You found yourself telling him things you weren’t supposed to. How wierd it felt to be signing a lease for an apartment at 27, how quiet it felt to sleep in separate rooms and how scared you were when you had to pack up from the house you had been sleeping the last seven years in.
Hiromi Higuruma just listened. He didn’t offer comfort or a shoulder to cry on. He simply kept his hand in his coat and listened, didn’t judge or nod along, nothing.
“Sorry, i just..”
You shook your head, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
Higuruma just shrugged, “did you get my email?” He asked, flicking down to peek at his watch.
“Ah yes,” you nodded, an awkward chuckle escaping your lips at the sudden change of conversation. “I actually had some questions about the last document we-“
“Come, i’m on my break. Let’s talk over coffee.”
Thats how it started.
Small meet-ups.
Coffee runs together because you two just kept “bumping” into one another.
“You know,” he says, his tired eyes flicking up from his coffee cup,
“you’re paying someone else to answer these questions.”
“I know,” you reply. He was right, he wasn’t even your lawyer. He was your ex-husband’s for fuck sake.
“Yet you keep coming to me.”
The corner of his mouth twitched, his tone teasing, just slightly.
That’s how you ended up at his apartment. It became a routine. Every Friday afternoon Kento picked up Himari from school, leaving you alone for the weekend. Well, not so alone anymore.
Your apartment was just so lonely, quiet even.
૮꒰ྀི⸝⸝> . <⸝⸝꒱ྀིა
You’re barefoot. Wrapped in a nightgown you hadn’t meant to wear out of the bedroom you once shared with Nanami. But here it was, silk thin fabric touring another mans home.
The whine glasses were half-empty, the whiskey was being poured longer than it should be and the Chinese left overs were getting cold in the middle of the small dining room table.
The stench of cigarettes burned the apartment, after all one was burning between Hiromi Higuruma’s fingers, curling lazily upwards the ceiling. He exhaled, as if its the first breath he has taken in weeks.
“You don’t have to stay,” He doesn’t even look at you.
You’re a month into staying. A month in into whatever… this is..
It’s Saturday night, your daughter Himari is with your ex husband Kento tonight.
“I know,” you say softly, slipping into the chair in front of him. “You always say that.”
He finally looks up at you, pausing for a moment as he blows the smoke.
“This is your third glass,” He looks back down at his phone after gazing at your exposed shoulders.”Been drinking much..”
“So have you,”
Hiromi hums, “you’re deflecting.”
You shrug, the glass hovering right under your lips. “You’re judging.”
“Kinda what comes with the job,” he replied calmly, but you had hear the annoyance in his voice.
The smoke thickens between you two as he continues to smoke. Your knee brushes under his, an accident, but you don’t apologize, nor do you pull away. He doesn’t either.
“Does being like that also come with the job”
You finally break the silence. He looks up, placing his phone down onto the table.
“Like what,”
You shrug. “Like that,”
Hiromi raises an eyebrow, intrigued by your comment.
“Tired… deprived of life…bored.. annoyed at anything.”
Higuruma stays silent. He lets his cigarette burn out, crushing it slowly and deliberately. Almost as if that was his answer right there, and it was.
“Burns you right out,”
The space between you two becomes smaller and tighter. You didn’t know what it was, the small seed of hatred you held against him for being your ex-husbands divorce lawyer or the sexual tension you felt towards him for being so sexy while looking so sleep deprived.
You sip on your wine glass, then slowly bring it down, lazily swirling the glass.
“I don’t think i want you to see Himari again.”
The words land silently, slowly like a blow in between the two of you. It’s true, you had made the mistake of allowing him near your daughter. What a fool you had been.
You set your glass down, and he does the same with his whiskey, a small clink filling the room.
“That’s fine,” He replies.
Higuruma didn’t argue, he just allowed your words to settle in the room.
“That’s it?”
“You’re the mother, you call the shots” Higuruma’s tone is flat, not intrested.
The fact that he doesn’t mind what you pick, or that he doesn’t rush or urge things should’ve comforted you. Somehow it didn’t. You shifted in the chair, adjusting the straps of your nightgown.
“I shouldn’t have introduced her to you in the first place,”
He nodded. “Probably not.”
You run your finger tip onto the edge of the glass lazily, tracing the circle. “She’s already confused… i don’t want to make it worse for her..”
Higuruma stayed silent. He stared at you long and hard, his eyes twitching up and down as he analyzed you, letting the silence stretch between the two of you.
“Do you still love him?” he asks, “because from what i understood, you two fell out of love and got divorced.”
Your eyes shot up, staring up at him. You shrugged, letting out an awkward chuckle as you stumbled for an answer.
“Well i,” you started, then closed your lips shut. “Actually.. why does that matter? You said you didn’t want a relationship Hiromi.”
Higuruma ran a hand through his messy hair, sighing as he leanes into the table, staring right into your eyes. “I did say that,” he says. “And I don’t.”
The words in your throat get stuck, and his jaw tightened as he saw your reaction. He reached for his pack of cigarettes, but theres a hint of anger in his movements. They’re sharp, fast now even, filled with something he hadn’t planned on feeling
“You should figure that out,” he says, tone unchanged. “Because this..” he gestures vaguely between you with his finger “This… was supposed to be simple.”
“It is simple,” you insist, watching him pick up his lighter as he places the cigarette between his lips. “You said this was just….”
“A hookup,” he finishes your sentence, nodding with the cigarette in his mouth. “Yes.”
Higuruma lights the cigarette and immediately inhale, taking in all the smoke and blowing it out his mouth.
“You say that yet,” he pauses, his tired eyes meeting yours. “You’re sitting here with me, talking abour your ex and..”
The words aren’t cruel or filled with jealousy... that just makes them worse. Higuruma shrugs, “i don’t know, you just.. you shouldn’t have let me meet your daughter.”
You stare at him, watch him smoke, watch him take a drag and let the smoke curl in the kitchen table. He just looks so… displeased.. not jealous or angry. Just displeased and.. maybe annoyed?
“And that,” he adds, calmly, “is where things stop being simple.”
You stay silent for a long moment, watching him take another drag, look up and let the smoke escape his lips. He doesn’t talk, doesn’t say anything anymore. He already said everything that needed to be said.
Your eyes drift down to his exposed shirt, button up shirt open up messily, tie hanging loose… a stain of whiskey on his white shirt.
“What i feel about Nanami is none of your business.”
Higuruma hums again, unimpressed.
“Kinda is.. you know," There was a pause in his words. "I went to the wedding, I'm his friend.. his lawyer"
He shrugs. He’s always challenging you, always bringing in his profession into his personal life. That’s how he lived, and you picked up on it soon. Always a rebuttal or a rhetorical question.
You stare at him.
Higuruma sighs, letting his shoulders go loose, "Come here,"
You stay still.
“Come here, don’t wanna argue tonight..” Higuruma blows the smoke, then shoves the cigarette down onto the ash tray, turning it off.
“Don’t wanna think about how complicated this is… my mind runs around, tryna find a solution where no one gets hurt..”
He pauses, patting his lap. “But there isn’t one,”
You stand up, giving in as you see him man spread, the tent in his pants screaming your name.
“Let’s just.. help each other,” Higuruma mumbled with a shaky voice as you stepped closer, standing right between his legs. His hand immediately landed on your thigh, rubbing it softly upwards, his fingers teasing your night gown.
“I’m stressed from work, and you.. you need a man to satisfy you after seven years of straight up disappointment…”
You shook your head, opening your mouth. That wasn’t true, Nanami wasn’t bad in bed. He was just bad at picking you over his job.
“Knees,”
Higuruma cut you off and demanded, ordering you around like a dog.
You hesitated, but obeyed as you saw him grip his belt.
Fuck.
You got down on your knees, right in between his legs, his buldge inches from your face. He looked down at you, letting out a chilling breath as he spread his legs wider.
“You’re gorgeous,”
You tilted your head, leaning in to nudge his knee like a dog once again. Your eyes big, wide as you stared up at him
Only if Nanami had time to do things like these with you.
Higuruma ran his hands through your hair, grabbing a fistfull of it before tugging slightly, urging you to lean closer. You obeyed, allowed him to slowly burry his budlge into your face.
“Mhm,” Higuruma groaned, your nose right under his zipper. “You still love him.. i know you do.”
Higuruma’s words were raspy, talking about your ex as he slowly shifted his hips upward, jolting as he grinded his bulge into your face.
“You got that look about you,” A trembling breath escaped his lips, urging his throbbing clothed erection into your face.
“Yeah.. you do..”
You let out a muffled whimper as he held your face in place, his legs harden, flexing as he grinned himself onto your lips and nose.
“Couples always come to me.. always hire me to separate them.. but every once in a while a couple like you and him come..”
He yanked your face back, leaning down, staring right into your eyes. He held your head up with one hand, using the other to desperately tug his belt off.
“A couple who still looks at one another with love,”
He snapped his belt off, tossing it to the side before pulling his zipper down quickly, his hands becoming more frantic.
“You’ll get back together with him, i know you will..”
He slowly pulled out his throbbibg cock, his erection springing free right in front of your face.
“Just,” Higuruma let out a shaky breath, “Just let me enjoy you before you go back..”
With out replying you simply went up, then down, sliding your drooling mouth onto his length.
Higuruma was right. You still loved Nanami and he still loved you. Sure, you liked Higuruma, he was smoking hot and almost as good as Nanami in bed.. maybe just as good as he was.. but it wasn’t him.
Either way, Higuruma just needed someone to suck him off after a long day at the firm.
“Fuuuck..” Higuruma jolted his hips upward, immediately sliding his throbbing cock all the way down to your throat with out asking for permission or warming you up.
You hallowed your cheeks in, making sure his cock was nice and surrounded by your mouth.
“Good girl…”
The red mushroom tip hit the back if your throat, making your eyes roll back as you gagged slightly.
“Just like that..”
He pushed your head further down, your hands on his knees as his hips twitched foward, his tip fucking the back of your throat.
You let out muffled moans againts his lengthy cock, memorizing every vein in it as saliva ran down your chin, making a mess onto your chest.
Higuruma yanked your head back, grabbing his cock with one hand and stroking it as he stared down at you.
“Open.”
He demanded, and you obeyed.
You popped your lips open with a pop! sound, sticking out your tongue as you watched him stroke his dick at the sight of you.
“Gorgeous..”
He moaned before slapping the red tip onto your tongue. He slapped it again, and again, sliding it onto the wet surface of your tongue as he stroked the end.
“Get up..”
His voice was broken, shaking with excitement. “Get up, come, ride me..”
You obeyed, wiping the saliva off your chin with your wrist.
You stood up, your panties already soaking wet, no need for a preparation or any sort of lube. Higuruma kept his hand on his cock, rubbing his thumb over the now leaking tip, smearing the pre-cum onto his tip.
You slide your moist panties off, letting then run down your leg and kicking then off vefore straddling him.
“Good girl..”
He mumbled, holding you up so he could line up his cock with your entrance.
Slowly, he pressed the leaking tip againts your fluttering hole, letting his juices mix with the moisture of your needy cunt.
“Hiromi..”
You moaned out, placing a hand on his shoulder as he guided you to slip down onto his cock.
Once it was inside, you burried your head onto the crook of Higuruma’s neck, letting out needy and desperate moans.
You and Nanami had stop having sex months before the divorce. You had grown tighter in desperation.
“Fuck….”
Higuruma moaned as his hips jolted up on their own, the gummy flesh inside your pussy hugging him tightly, wanting to milk him dry.
“Ride me gorgeous, ride me..”
He placed his hands on your hips, leaning back into the chair lazily
You obeyed, swinging your hips back and forth as you rode his cock, your clit grinding onto his pubic hairs, unshaved and manly. You threw your head back, gasping as the tip hit that sweet sweet spot you so badly wanted to be touched.
“Gorgeous.. just.. such a gorgeous girl..”
Higuruma’s hands guided you up and down as you began to bounce in his cock, allowing his tip to abuse your cervix, kissing it cutely with his leaking tip.
“Mphm!”
You maoned, drool slipped down to your chin as your hands trembled.
“Hiromii…”
He focused on fucking your needy cunt, filling you up with what you so badly needed.
“Yes baby?”
His right hand slid up your stomach to your breast, groping your tit through your your thin night gown, fidgeting with your nipple because of course, you didn’t have a bra on.
You moaned, pleasure running down to your spine as he pinched your nipple, wet skin slapping noises filling the room as your ass slapped againts his thighs.
“Don’t think about him..”
Higurumas words were hardly above a whisper as he thrusted his hips upward so his cock could keep demolishing your cunt.
He wasn’t asking either way, he was reminding you.
“If you think about him, i’ll see it in your eyes,” he stuttered, struggling to keep that calm demeanor he always has.
“And.. then.. i’ll feel like a piece of shit,” He moaned as your cunt squished cock.
“For fucking.. my clients… my friends.. ex wife..”
He let out a loud moan, his toes curling as he hit your sweet spot once again.
You moaned, your face flushed red as you neared your climax, swaying your hips as you chased that high.
“Fuck Hiromi!”
You screamed, arching your back, digging your nails into his shoulder as your clit grinded one last time onto his skin.
As you squirted on him, the hairs on your body stood up, making you fill the room with your moans.
As soon as you released yourself, so did Hiromi. His warm shot of cum spilled inside the deepest part of your body, filling you up completely as he panted and sweated.
Ring!
Ring!
Ring!
“Who is it?”
“Probably Nanami..”