the morning after
nanami x higuruma x reader — the morning after characters: nanami & higuruma tags: soft aftermath | quiet mornings | lingering marks subtle affection | domestic intimacy | nsfw | suggestive ending
˙✧˖°☕ ༘ ⋆｡˚you wake slowly, the kind of slow, heavy waking that only happens after a night where sleep pulled you under completely.
soft morning light filters through the blinds in thin golden lines, stretching across the bed and warming the sheets around you. the room smells faintly like laundry detergent, warm skin, and vanilla-scented candles.
for a moment, you simply lie there, half-awake, staring at the unfamiliar ceiling, then you shift slightly beneath the blankets.
the memory of last night begins returning in soft fragments: low voices, quiet laughter, the weight of steady hands guiding you closer. your cheeks warm instantly.
the first thing you notice properly is the shirt you have on.
it hangs loose around your shoulders, the fabric soft and worn like it has been washed a hundred times. the sleeves fall well past your wrists, and the collar dips low enough that it slips slightly when you sit up, revealing the slope of your collarbone.
it definitely isn’t yours. the cotton smells faintly like cologne and clean linen, and when you breathe in, you recognize it immediately. nanami’s.
the realization sends a warm shiver down your spine. your fingers drift absentmindedly toward your neck, brushing lightly along the skin. you pause the moment you feel the faint tenderness there.
“…oh,” you murmur under your breath.
you slide out of bed and catch your reflection in the mirror across the room.
the oversized shirt hangs loosely against your body, one shoulder slipping slightly from the collar, exposing the soft skin beneath.
but that’s not what catches your attention. there are faint marks scattered along your neck and collarbone, some a lot darker than others.
your face heats immediately as memories flash through your mind in quick, vivid pieces: nanami’s steady voice murmuring close to your ear, higuruma’s quiet laughter when you buried your face against his shoulder.
your fingers brush lightly over one of the marks. “well… they’re definitely noticeable, huh,” you whisper, half embarrassed and half amused.
the smell of fresh coffee reaches you a few minutes later, rich and warm, drifting down the hallway slowly until it fills the quiet bedroom.
you tug lightly at the hem of the shirt and step out into the hallway, pausing at the kitchen doorway.
nanami stands at the counter in loose gray pajama pants and a dark sleep shirt, the sleeves rolled neatly to his forearms as he pours coffee into three mugs. his hair is slightly messy from sleep, falling just enough out of place to soften his usually composed appearance.
higuruma leans beside him in black pajama pants and an unbuttoned sleep shirt, arms folded loosely as he watches nanami move around the kitchen with a quiet, amused expression.
nanami reaches past him to grab the sugar bowl. his hand settles naturally at higuruma’s waist as he does, the touch lingering just for a moment.
higuruma is the first to notice you.
his eyes lift toward the doorway, and the moment he sees you standing there his expression softens in a way that immediately makes your chest tighten.
“well,” he murmurs, voice still low and rough with sleep, “look who finally woke up.”
nanami glances over his shoulder a moment later.
his gaze moves slowly over you, calm and attentive, taking in the oversized shirt and the way it slips slightly from your shoulder.
“…i see you found my spare,” he says quietly. your face warms immediately under the weight of both their attention.
“i didn’t exactly pack for an overnight stay,” you mumble, tugging the collar of the shirt a little higher. the fabric is still warm from sleep, the scent of detergent and faint cologne clinging to it.
higuruma chuckles softly, the sound low and amused in the quiet kitchen. he pushes himself away from the counter, closing the small distance between you.
when he reaches you, his hand brushes lightly along your arm first, then settling comfortably at your waist. the touch is warm, steady, familiar in a way that makes your breath hitch slightly.
“i think we can forgive the lack of planning,” he murmurs, voice quieter now.
his thumb begins tracing a slow, absentminded circle against your side through the thin fabric of the shirt, the motion almost lazy as he glances over your shoulder toward nanami.
nanami sets the coffee pot aside with quiet precision before turning toward you.
his gaze moves slowly over the oversized shirt hanging from your shoulders, the way the collar slips slightly to reveal the curve of your neck, then he steps closer.
one hand lifts beneath your chin, firm but gentle as he tilts your face slightly toward the morning light streaming through the kitchen window.
his thumb brushes slowly along the side of your neck.
“…i was wondering how visible those would be,” he murmurs thoughtfully.
his fingers trace one of the faint marks along your skin, the warmth of his touch sending a small shiver down your spine. a quiet warmth spreads through your chest when you notice the softness in his gaze.
higuruma leans closer beside you, curiosity flickering across his face as he studies the marks nanami is inspecting so carefully.
“you should see what he did to me,” he says, voice teasing but softer than usual.
when he shifts, the collar of his sleep shirt slips open slightly, just enough to reveal the faint marks scattered along his own neck.
you blink at him in surprise, leaning closer without thinking as your fingers brush lightly along the side of his throat.
“…nanami did… all this?” you say slowly, glancing between them.
higuruma laughs quietly under his breath at the look on your face. his hand slides easily around nanami’s waist, pulling him a step closer with a familiarity that makes it obvious this isn’t the first time he’s done it.
“mhm,” he hums, resting his chin briefly near nanami’s shoulder. “he was clearly in charge last night.”
nanami lifts one eyebrow at that. “complaining, are we?”
before you can say anything else, nanami’s hands settle firmly at your waist.
“okay—” you start, startled, but he lifts you before you can finish the sentence. the motion is effortless, steady, and controlled as he sets you carefully on the kitchen counter like he has already decided that’s exactly where you should be. the sudden height makes you blink in surprise.
higuruma’s hand immediately moves to your hip to steady you, his fingers warm against your skin through the thin fabric of the shirt. his thumb presses lightly against your side as he adjusts his stance closer.
nanami steps between your knees without even seeming to notice the movement. suddenly the three of you are much closer than before.
nanami reaches for the mug he set aside earlier. when he places it into your hands the ceramic is warm, steam curling softly upward between the three of you.
you breathe in the comforting scent of the black coffee, humming softly in quiet delight as the warmth seeps into your palms. his fingers linger over yours for a moment, making sure you have a steady grip before letting go.
“careful, sweetheart,” he says quietly. his voice is low and calm, but the word makes your stomach flutter. “it’s still hot.”
beside you, higuruma leans back against the counter, one arm resting loosely behind you while he sips his own coffee slowly, watching the two of you over the rim of his mug.
nanami’s other hand drifts upward again. his fingertips brush lightly along the marks at your neck, tracing them with quiet curiosity before his thumb settles just beneath your jaw.
the touch is almost absentminded now, like he can’t quite resist checking them again.
“does it hurt?” he asks softly.
you shake your head, taking a small sip of coffee.
“…not really,” you admit after a moment. “just a little tender.”
his smile is faint but warm.
from beside you, higuruma leans closer again, studying the marks with quiet amusement before brushing his knuckles lightly along your shoulder.
“i warned you he doesn’t do anything halfway,” he murmurs.
the three of you fall into a quiet moment together. morning sunlight spills across the kitchen floor in soft golden lines, warming the space around you while the city outside slowly wakes. nothing but the sound of sips of coffee and soft breathing.
higuruma shifts slightly beside you, his shoulder brushing nanami’s when he reaches for his mug again. you notice the small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth before he turns his head slightly toward nanami.
“kento,” he murmurs quietly, almost thoughtful.
nanami glances toward him. before he can say anything else, higuruma leans in just enough that the space between them disappears for a second, pressing a brief, unhurried kiss against nanami’s lips. it’s quiet. familiar.
when he pulls back, nanami’s expression barely changes, though his hand shifts slightly against the counter, fingers brushing briefly against higuruma’s wrist. higuruma hums softly, satisfied, before his attention drifts back to you.
“so,” higuruma says eventually, glancing between you and nanami again. his arm slips comfortably around your waist while he speaks, fingers resting lightly against your side as if he has no intention of moving anytime soon. they dip lower, tracing the edge of your hip bone under the thin shirt, stirring a familiar ache between your thighs.
“no one seems particularly eager to pretend last night didn’t happen.”
you lower your mug slowly, trying not to smile at the quiet amusement in his voice, though heat flushes your skin at the memory of him buried deep inside you hours ago.
“…should we be pretending?” you ask softly. nanami’s eyes soften slightly at the question. for a moment he simply studies you where you’re sitting on the counter between them, oversized shirt slipping slightly from your shoulder, coffee mug cradled between your hands.
then his hand lifts again. this time instead of your neck, his fingers brush lightly beneath your chin, tilting your face up as he leans forward just enough to press a slow, gentle kiss against your lips, his tongue slipping in to taste the coffee on yours.
when he pulls away, your face is definitely warmer than before. higuruma watches the whole thing with a quiet laugh under his breath, his free hand sliding up your thigh to squeeze the soft flesh.
higuruma leans closer again, his shoulder pressing lightly against yours as he rests his chin briefly against the top of your head. his arm slips around your waist without hesitation, fingers resting comfortably against your side as though they've always belonged there, thumb circling your navel before dipping toward the warmth between your thighs.
you feel the quiet rise and fall of his breathing against your shoulder while he watches nanami move around the kitchen, his hardening length nudging your ass through his pants. nanami takes another slow sip of his coffee, observing the two of you for a moment over the rim of his mug, his gaze lingering on the way higuruma's touch makes you shift.
his expression softens slightly before he sets the mug down on the counter beside him. when he steps closer again, his hand settles lightly against your knee where it rests on the edge of the counter.
“for now,” he says calmly, voice lower than before, “i think we simply enjoy the morning.”
higuruma hums quietly in agreement, his thumb tracing a slow line along your side.
the kitchen is warm with sunlight and the scent of coffee, the quiet space filled with the soft closeness of three people who, for the moment, have nowhere else they need to be. and none of you seem particularly interested in leaving.
higuruma hums softly after that, leaning closer again until his shoulder presses comfortably against yours. his arm tightens slightly around your waist as he studies your face for a moment.
“careful,” he murmurs lightly, “if you keep looking like that, he’s going to think you’re encouraging him.”
“encouraging what?” you ask. instead of answering, higuruma leans in. his kiss is softer than nanami’s had been, slower, lingering just a little longer before he pulls back with a small, amused smile.
nanami watches the two of you quietly for a moment. then his hand settles briefly at the back of higuruma’s neck, guiding him closer again just enough to steal another short kiss from him before letting go.
the three of you end up standing there like that for a moment, you perched between them on the counter. morning sunlight filling the room, and somehow none of you seem particularly interested in leaving.
higuruma grinds his erection against you, their free hands roaming each other's bodies as kisses deepen, pulling you into a heated tangle of touches and whispers that promise to spill over into full, raw fucking right there on the counter.⋆｡𖦹°⭒˚｡⋆