Splintered Devotion
(Characters: Toji Fushiguro × Adult Megumi Fushiguro × Reader
(Both men are adults — Older!Megumi AU)
The apartment is quiet except for the low hum of the AC and the soft clack of Megumi flipping a page. He’s sitting on the couch, posture relaxed but eyes flicking up every few seconds — not at his book, but at you.
You pretend not to notice.
Then the front door opens.
Toji steps in like he owns every molecule of air in the room. His eyes land on you instantly, lingering in a way that makes Megumi’s jaw tighten by a fraction.
“Didn’t expect you to be here this late,” Toji says, voice lazy, amused.
But his gaze is sharp. Hungry. Curious.
Megumi doesn’t look up from his book.
“You’re loud,” he mutters.
Translation: Don’t start.
Toji smirks. “Relax. I’m just talking.”
He moves closer. Not too close — just enough that you can feel the shift in the room. His presence fills the space, thick and warm, and Megumi’s fingers tighten around the spine of his book.
“You eat?” Toji asks you, leaning a shoulder against the wall. His tone is casual, but Megumi’s eyes flick up instantly.
“I was about to make something,” Megumi says — faster than usual.
A quiet claim.
A quiet warning.
Toji’s brows lift. “Huh. Since when do you play chef?”
Megumi shoots him a look. “Since it was needed.”
You swear the air between them crackles.
Toji’s attention drags back to you, slow and deliberate.
“Kid’s getting territorial.”
Megumi snaps his book shut.
“I’m not.”
“Sure,” Toji hums. “Then why’re you glaring like that?”
You shift, suddenly very aware of both sets of eyes.
Megumi notices — and softens, barely.
Toji notices — and steps closer.
“Hey,” Megumi says quietly, steady, “you okay?”
His voice is gentle. Protective.
Toji’s is lower, edged with something darker when he speaks:
“You look flushed, sweetheart.”
Megumi tenses instantly.
“Toji—”
“What?” Toji draws out the word, eyes never leaving you. “Just checking.”
He moves behind the couch, leaning down just enough to be in your space.
Megumi rises to his feet without even thinking, stepping in like a shield, placing himself between you and Toji.
And Toji laughs — low, knowing, dangerous.
“Ohhh. I get it now.”
Megumi’s voice drops.
“Shut up.”
Toji tilts his head, eyes glinting.
“No wonder you’re on edge. You noticed it too.”
The room stalls.
Your pulse stutters.
Megumi’s breath catches.
Toji’s grin spreads slow.
He steps forward, invading both your space and Megumi’s, forcing the tension to spark like flint.
“You feel it, don’t you?” Toji says, voice dipping into something that makes warmth curl in your stomach.
“The way the air changes when they walk in a room.”
Megumi swallows — hard — but doesn’t back down.
His eyes find yours, conflicted, heated, protective all at once.
“Don’t let him mess with you,” he murmurs.
Toji chuckles behind him.
“I don’t have to. You’re already thinking about it.”
You breathe in — too shallow, too sharp.
They both notice.
Toji lowers his voice, almost a whisper:
“Look at them, Megumi.”
Megumi stiffens.
Toji’s smile turns wicked.
“They’re reacting to both of us.”
Megumi’s eyes darken — not angry. Something else.
Something he’s trying not to acknowledge.
Your heart thuds.
The tension is unbearable.
Toji leans back, hands in his pockets, but his gaze stays locked on you.
“Careful,” he says softly.
“That kind of reaction… changes things.”
Megumi inhales slowly, jaw set, eyes flicking to your lips before he catches himself.
And the room goes still —
too quiet,
too charged,
too aware —
until Toji breaks the silence with a low, knowing murmur:
“Yeah. You feel it.”
Toji’s words linger in the air, thick enough to taste.
Megumi swallows hard, eyes flicking toward you like he’s trying to look away but can’t. His voice is low, strained, almost warning himself more than you:
“That doesn’t mean anything.”
Toji’s laugh is slow, dangerous.
“Then look at them again and say that.”
Megumi finally turns — really turns — and meets your eyes.
And that’s it.
You can see the exact moment his resolve cracks.
His breath stutters.
He steps closer.
Not touching — just close enough that you can feel the heat coming off him.
“Toji…” he mutters, like he knows this is wrong and knows he’s already too far in.
Toji circles behind you, close enough that you feel the air shift with him.
He doesn’t touch you either — he doesn’t have to.
“See?” Toji murmurs, voice brushing your ear. “It’s not just me.”
Megumi clenches his jaw, but he doesn’t move away.
His eyes are dragging over you, slow, conflicted, hungry.
You whisper, barely audible:
“…What are you both doing?”
Megumi closes his eyes like the sound of your voice hits somewhere deep.
When he opens them again, the restraint is gone.
“We shouldn’t,” he says.
But his voice betrays him — soft, breathless, wanting.
Toji smirks behind you.
“You keep saying that, kid. But you’re not stepping back.”
Megumi’s silence says everything.
Toji moves in just a little closer, his presence sliding down your spine.
“You want them,” Toji says simply. “And they want you.”
Your pulse jumps.
Megumi hears it — his eyes darken instantly.
That’s when Toji’s tone shifts — lower, commanding, intoxicating:
“Stop pretending.”
Megumi’s breath catches.
Yours does too.
He steps toward you, slow, deliberate, like he’s giving you time to stop him.
You don’t.
The space between you collapses —
not into touch,
not yet —
but into decision.
Toji chuckles, low satisfaction dripping from the sound.
“There it is,” he murmurs. “That moment right before you give in.”
Megumi looks at you like he’s memorizing the sight.
“Are you… sure?” he breathes.
Your answer comes out weaker than you mean it to:
“…yes.”
Toji exhales a dark, pleased laugh.
Megumi’s expression breaks open — heat, hesitation, want.
That’s the moment everything shifts.
The point where backing out stops being an option.
Toji’s voice dips into something final, hungry, inevitable:
“Then come here.”
Nervously you find your way into toji’s lap, megumi’s glaze pressing down on you. Toji begins to nibble on your shirt slowly taking it off with his teeth. Megumi stares at your now bare chest his eyes hungry and filled with desire.
“Damn megumi well don’t be shy” Toji muffles with half of your breast drenching inside of his mouth.
Megumi finds his way closer, slowly sliding off your sweats. you find myself moaning from both tojis touch and the excitement you feel now that megumi’s mouth is now getting closer to your clit.
Megumi smirks at your lace see through panties and bites through the fabric. The suddenness of it all makes you claw into tojis shoulder.
Megumi starts to lick your clit through the fabric as toji now stuffed your entire breast into his mouth.
Megumi finally stops teasing you and completely takes off your panties, taking off the final restraint off his meal.
He starts feasting on you as if he hadn’t eaten all day. His tongue starts from your clit and then inside of you, he tightens his grip around your ass and goes deeper. His nose and mouth covered in your juices.
“i think i had enough of this titty business it’s looking like you’re having all the fun down there megumi”
Megumi ignores him too fixated on you.
Megumi plops out your breast and plucks megumi on the head. megumi finally looks up irritated face covered with your juices. Both the men start going back and forth with each other jealous that they can’t have the part of you that they want most at the same time.
“I somewhat feel sorry that you guys are fighting over who has what part of me…how about i give you boys a lil treat and then yall can slam it right into me?”
They look at you with both confusion and hunger.
Next thing you know you’re on your knees and both of their cocks are out, pulsating with both desire and need.
You start off with toji. You place your right arm on his balls squeezing it making him groan and place your mouth onto his shaft.
As you move your head up and down you lower your head some more to his balls placing both of them in your mouth. Toji grips your hair groaning signaling for you to continue.
You smirk picking your head up leaving him there right before he could finish in your mouth.
You then start to suck megumi’s shaft, he’s so hard you can practically feel the pulse from his cock. you tease his tip causing him to grip the sofa
Megumi’s breath stutters, his fingers digging into the cushions as he watches you.
Toji lets out a low laugh — dark, proud, territorial.
“Look at him,” Toji murmurs behind you, voice thick with hunger. “About to lose his mind over you.”
Megumi’s eyes lift to yours, blown wide, frustrated in a way that makes heat crawl up your spine.
“I’m not the only one,” he mutters, jaw tight.
The air between the three of you shifts — hotter, sharper, charged like a storm about to break.
Toji leans forward, hand sliding up your spine until he’s gripping the back of your neck, guiding your head toward him until your lips almost touch.
“Enough teasing,” he growls against your mouth. “You wanted both of us… right?”
Megumi moves closer on your other side, his shoulder brushing yours, his voice low and warning but wanting:
“Then don’t back out now.”
You can feel their heat boxing you in, their jealousy pulsing off them, their breaths mixing with yours.
Two sets of eyes — one sharp and cold, one dark and starving — both locked on you like you’re the only thing in the room that exists.
And just before everything tilts into something you can’t take back—
Toji smirks.
“Tell us,” he murmurs, thumb lifting your chin.
“Who do you want first?”
Your breath sticks in your throat.
Both men lean in.
Waiting.
Watching.
Wanting.