caught between them
nanami x higuruma x reader — bar intimacy characters: nanami & higuruma tags: fancy bar | slow burn | dangerous charm | shared attention | quiet dominance | power dynamics | suggestive content fem!reader
the bar is elegant at first glance. low amber lighting reflecting off polished marble counters, crystal glasses lined neatly behind the bartender, quiet jazz threading through the room. everyone here is dressed well. tailored suits, sleek dresses, expensive perfume drifting through the air.
you fit the room perfectly tonight.
your dress is just as polished as the place itself, the kind that belongs somewhere with dim lighting and expensive drinks.
but as the hour grows later, the atmosphere shifts. the music grows heavier, bass slipping into the speakers as more people crowd the floor. what started as a refined bar slowly turns into something closer to a nightclub.
that’s when you notice them.
two men at the end of the bar, still dressed like they came straight from a meeting. dark tailored suits, loosened ties, untouched composure even as the room grows louder around them.
the blond one adjusts the knot of his tie calmly.
the other leans back slightly on his stool, sleeves rolled just enough, watching the room with thoughtful eyes.
then both of them look at you. at the same time.
nanami notices you staring first, though his expression barely changes. he sets his glass down carefully and gestures toward the empty seat between them, the invitation subtle but unmistakable.
“someone has been watching us,” he says evenly. “was i that obvious?” you murmur, a small smile tugging at your lips. higuruma turns his head then, his dark gaze drifting over your face with quiet curiosity. there is something analytical about the way he studies you, like he is gathering evidence.
then the corner of his mouth lifts slightly. “or perhaps,” he murmurs, voice low enough that you have to lean closer to hear over the growing music, “we were watching her first.”
“both of you?” you ask softly. neither of them looks away.
you sit between them before you fully realize you have decided to.
the seat feels like it was meant for you.
the bartender places a drink in front of you without question, and conversation flows easier than it should. the music grows louder as the night deepens, bass humming through the polished floors as more people fill the space.
at some point nanami’s arm settles along the back of your chair. broad and steady, close enough that you can feel the warmth of him without quite touching.
at some point higuruma leans in closer so you can hear him over the music, his voice low near your ear while the scent of whiskey and cologne lingers between you.
“so,” higuruma says eventually, slowly swirling the melting ice in his glass. his eyes flick toward you again, thoughtful.
“which one of us caught your attention first?”
nanami exhales softly beside you, something faintly amused in the sound. he adjusts his cuff with practiced precision before glancing toward his friend.
“that’s an unfair question,” he replies calmly. “she has not decided yet.” you glance between them, heat creeping up your neck. “maybe i’m still deciding,” you admit.
the look they exchange feels practiced. familiar. something quiet passes between them without needing words. higuruma tilts his head slightly as his gaze returns to you. “have you?”
the interruption comes when someone bumps the counter, jostling your drink hard enough that it spills across the polished bar and onto your dress.
nanami’s hand catches the glass instantly, steady and controlled before it can tip completely. higuruma reaches for a napkin at the same moment, sliding it toward you.
“you should clean that sweetheart,” nanami says calmly. “great,” you mutter softly, glancing down at the stain. “perfect timing.“
his hand lingers near yours just a moment longer than necessary. “the bathrooms are quieter,” he suggests. you hesitate for only a second before nodding. “lead the way.” you don’t even notice how naturally they position themselves around you until you’re already walking through the crowd together.
he hallway is dim compared to the glowing bar, shadows playing over the walls like a secret invitation. the bathroom door closes behind you and the music becomes distant. the sudden quiet makes the space feel smaller, more intimate.
nanami loosens his tie another inch, the motion drawing your eyes to the exposed skin at his throat. higuruma leans back lightly against the door, arms loosely crossed as his gaze moves between the two of you. “you never answered the question, love,” higuruma says after a moment, his voice low and teasing, roughened by desire.
nanami steps closer at the same time, his presence warm and commanding, the scent of his cologne wrapping around you.
“she doesn’t want to choose,” he says calmly, his eyes darkening as they trace your lips, then lower, to the curve of your neck. “maybe i don’t,” you whisper, breath a little uneven.
nanami’s hand settles at your waist before you fully register how close he is now. higuruma reaches out next, fingers brushing beneath your chin as he tilts your face slightly toward him, thumb grazing the edge of your jaw.
nanami leans in first. the kiss is slow and controlled, his hand tightening slightly at your waist as he draws your body flush against his, lips parting yours with deliberate pressure, tongue sliding in to taste you deeply. when he pulls back, his breath hot against your mouth, higuruma is already there.
you let out a soft breath against his lips, “so this is how tonight is going?” his mouth replacing nanami’s with an easy confidence that feels less like competition and more like continuation, his tongue teasing the seam of your lips before delving in, sucking gently on your lower lip.
he second kiss lingers longer, deeper, hungrier. higuruma’s hand slides from your chin to rest lightly at the side of your neck, his thumb brushing against your pulse point as it quickens under his touch.
when you pull back for air, nanami’s thumb traces a slow circle at your hip. “you two planned this,” you murmur faintly, breath still uneven. higuruma exhales quietly, his free hand settling on your lower back to pull you closer, grinding his hips subtly against yours.
“well,” he murmurs, glancing toward nanami with a shared look of understanding, heat in his eyes.
nanami’s arm slips easily around higuruma’s shoulders, their closeness effortless in a way that suggests this is not unfamiliar territory. “you were right,” nanami says calmly, his lips brushing your ear as he speaks, voice a low rumble that vibrates through you.
higuruma’s fingers rest lightly beneath your jaw, tilting your head to expose your neck as his lips descend, teeth grazing the sensitive skin before sucking hard enough to leave a blooming mark, a hickey that pulses with heat.
their eyes meet over your shoulder, a silent agreement passing between them. then nanami speaks first, voice low and certain, his free hand joining higuruma’s at your neck, thumb pressing into the fresh mark.
higuruma’s mouth curves slightly as his gaze drops back to you, his body pressing forward to grind against your thigh, the friction sending sparks through you.
“fortunately,” he says quietly, breath hot against your skin, “we have never been very good at making people choose.” and suddenly it makes perfect sense why they approached you together, their shared touches igniting something wild and unrestrained.
nanami’s mouth finds the other side of your neck now, lips parting to suck a matching hickey into your skin, his teeth nipping sharply before soothing with his tongue, hand resting at your hip.
you gasp into the space between them, fingers clutching at nanami’s shirt while higuruma’s free hand slips to nanami’s hair, tugging softly, earning a groan.
“you two are dangerous,” you breathe. nanami tugs on higuruma’s tie, bringing their lips together, the kiss is messy and full of want. you stare at the intensity, letting out a soft groan as nanami’s hand tightens around your hip.
“that’s it,” nanami murmurs against higuruma’s lips, his own hips bucking forward, the heat of him unmistakable. they move in sync, bodies surrounding you, their touches overlapping in a haze of possession and pleasure.
the bathroom’s quiet wraps around you like a cocoon, the distant thrum of the nightclub fading further. nanami straightens your dress strap with a gentle touch, his gaze warm and intent as it meets higuruma's over your head, a nod passing between them like an old agreement renewed.
"let's get out of here," nanami says softly, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through your skin, fingers intertwining with yours in a firm, possessive hold. you glance between them once more before smiling faintly. “i was hoping you’d say that.”
higuruma nods, his hand settling at the small of your back, guiding you forward with easy confidence, the three of you moving as one toward the exit, bodies brushing in promise of what's to come, the night stretching open before you.












