Plus one
Pairing: Nanami Kento x Hiromi Higuruma × FemReader
Rating: Explicit / 18+ MDNI!!
Word Count: ~ 1k words
Sum: A long day of work leave has you planning a lazy, lace-clad surprise for your husband, Nanami. But when the front door clicks open to reveal an unannounced, equally exhausted guest, your quiet countdown turns into a hot, breathless lesson in consensual sharing.
Content Warnings / Tags: Accidental exhibitionism, caught in lingerie, bi threesome (MMF), male masturbation, voyeurism/watching, unprotected vaginal sex (P-in-V), fingers-in-mouth play, throat play/light choking, praise kink (good girl/command kink), face-climax, fluid-swapping/snowballing, fem reader, SMUT.
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It had been a long day on work leave for weeks after asking for a time off work, completely bored out of your mind until tonight. Eager to surprise your husband Nanami you tracked down the lace lingerie he’d bought you slipped it on and rushed downstairs where you curled up on the living room couch under a throw blanket.
He’d texted that he was finally on his way home and as you waited, you let the blanket slip just enough to expose the lace, counting down the seconds until his keys turned in the lock.
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The door clicks open and Nanami’s deep, gravelly baritone fills the hallway overlapping with the quieter, smoother voice of someone else. Your heart actually tries to escape from your chest.
They step into the dim light of the living room both of them looking completely drained. Nanami has his suit jacket slung over his forearm his tie already slightly loosened at his collar. Higuruma is right behind him his dark hair a little messy from the wind outside his hands buried deep in the pockets of his slacks.
Nanami takes one step into the room and freezes dead in his tracks. His eyes drop to the exposed lace of your lingerie, his face drained of colour, behind him Higuruma stops too his sharp gaze accidentally locking onto you before he can even process what he’s looking at.
Shit.
You quickly throw over the blanket to cover yourself, astounded, you laugh awkwardly “ah darling you’re home!” You exclaim “didn’t expect you to have company” you say, your voice pitching high with panic and attempt to play it off like nothing happened.
Nanami says nothing and just clears his throat. Higuruma tries way too hard to look the floor. After seconds of pure silence you excuse yourself and rush upstairs and throw on an oversized shirt and check your phone you see the unread message Nanami had sent you before arrived. Oh my god
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You walk down, nervously holding your phone trying to apologise “l-I’m so s-sorry Mr Higuruma, m-my phone was u-upstairs, I didn’t see the t-text…”
Nanami doesn’t accept the polite apology. He steps forward, closes the distance and grips your waist. He clears his throat, a low dark rumble vibrating in his chest as his hands grip your waist tightly “ she’s apologising to you, Hiromi,” he rasps, his fingers dragging slightly into your hips. “Look at her”
Higuruma’s throat bobs as he swallows hard. His gaze slowly rises from the hardwood floor, dragging up the expanse of your bare thighs before finally locking onto your wide panicked eyes. His usual neat composure is completely gone, he’s entirely flustered .
“I-it’s… fine,” Higuruma rasps, his voice rough and stripped of all its formal eloquence. He takes a single, slow step closer into your space, his hands coming out of his pockets. “You don’t need to apologise “
A low, satisfied hum vibrates against your back from Nanami’s chest. Without breaking eye contact with Higuruma, Nanami’s large hand slides down to the back of your thighs, using his weight to gently but firmly herd you backward, back into the dim light of the sitting room. “Good,” Nanami murmurs against your hair. “Now let’s go back to the couch darling. We have a lot to discuss”
Oh.
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Now you’re bent over the cushions of the couch, your hands desperately clawing on the cushions. Higuruma is a heavy, relentless weight behind you. His large hands are locked firmly on your waist, anchoring you in place as he hits a deep, bruising, pace that completely steals your breath.
The room is filled with the wet, slick friction of the act, the quiet creak of the couch and Higuruma’s low guttural grunts vibrating against your ear with every deep, rolling thrust. You can only let out broken whines and breathless gasps, completely overwhelmed by the sensation.
Every time you manage to look up through your blurred vision, your eyes land straight on Nanami. He’s sitting back in the heavy armchair right in front of you, his legs spread wide.
His lone hand is working himself slow, heavy, agonising strokes. His knuckles are white and his eyes are entirely blown out, tracking every single shudder of your body. “F-fuck… you’re taking him so well sweetheart,” Nanami rasps, his breathless baritone pinning you just as hard as higuruma’s weight. “Don’t stop, Hiromi. Take every bit of her”
Higuruma lets out a broken groan at Nanami’s praise, his pace turning more frantic, more desperate. He reaches around, his hand sliding up the front of your tits, over your collar bone. Before you can even gasp, his long fingers find your lips, sliding slickly into your mouth, letting you suck on them, tasting the salt of his skin as he continues to wreck you.
Your head falls forward, your chin dropping forward the cushions as sheer pleasure of Higuruma’s pace completely breaks you.
“Don’t look down sweetheart,” Nanami’s voice cuts through the haze sounding less like a request and more like an absolute demand. He gives a slow stroke of his own length in the chair. “Look at me while another man uses your cunt”
Behind you, Higuruma lets out a low groan. Agreeing to the command, he slides his wet slick fingers out of your mouth, leaving your lips parted. His hand doesn’t stay gone for long, it trails down to your neck, palm flattening over the centre of it with a heavy, grounding pressure.
Before you can even let out a sound, higuruma hooks a single digit firmly beneath your jawline. He tilts your head upward and back, forcing your gaze to Nanami.
“Why don’t you look at your husband, hm?” Higuruma murmurs against the shell of your ear, his voice vibrating straight down your spine.
His pace stays completely merciless as he continues to ram straight into your pussy. His dual grip completely anchors your body, one hand pinning the front of your throat with a suffocating, possessive pressure, while his other hand digs deep into the flesh of your hips, ruthlessly pulling them back to meet every deep, rolling thrust. The thick, wet sound of his pelvis slamming against your ass fills the space between your broken, helpless whimpers.
Across the small gap, Nanami’s stroking turns frantic and rapid. His knuckles turn white around his leaking shaft as he quickens his pace, his head tilting back slightly with a ragged groan.
He rises from the armchair, his dripping dick fully flushed as his towering frame looms directly over your face. Standing over you completely undone, he looks down at you and he lowers his voice into a breathless, unyielding command.
“Tongue out, sweetheart”
You oblige instantly, the view from below completely consuming you as his rapid strokes finally push him over the edge. Thick hot ropes of cum spurt across your face, coating your skin and tongue. Nanami lets out a broken groan, his towering posture finally slouching down as he leans over you. He uses his tongue to slowly, deliberately lick his own fluid from your skin, kissing your wet lips to claim every drop before he finally pulls back.
But he doesn’t step away.
Still completely breathless, Nanami shifts his focus directly to the man behind you. Reaching across your trembling body, his hand wraps firmly around the nape of Higuruma’s neck, his fingers digging into his hair. With a sharp, possessive tug, Nanami pulls Higuruma forward, crashing their mouths.
They share a deep, desperate taste of Nanami through that open mouthed kiss, their tongues tangling over your head while their breath hitches in unison.
Still locked against Nanami’s lips, Higuruma’s lower body kicks into a frantic overdrive from behind, his pelvis slamming ruthless against your soaking wet core with everything he has.
The double stimulation of the messy kiss above you and the blinding friction below trigger your own release. Your core clenches violently around his length as a loud, completely undone moan is torn from your throat, your entire body trembles as your orgasm finally clashes over you in heavy, pulsing waves.
Feeling you clamp down around him, Higuruma lets out a muffled growl straight into Nanami’s mouth. His grip on your waist tightens as his own release hits him, his hips bucking one last, deep thrust as he floods your twitching pussy with thick, boiling ropes of his own cum.
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A/n - this is lowkey my first time writing a fanfic😔. I had to write for the plot because the vision was too specific to ignore.
hope you enjoy!
