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If it wasn’t for that meddling kid - ARustySpork

(the hockey in this is written so well it makes me craaave a hockey game. author has a bottomless pit of hockey knowledge and picks the Perfect references to history and various plays to include. and includes a critical lens of the hockey world. this fic has Substance)

Summary: ““I feel really good about this kid, I think he could be great on your wing, he just needs some help settling in. Someone to show him the ropes.”

“Yes.”

The line went silent for a moment. Ilya wasn’t really sure why his coach felt the need to run this by him.

“Rozanov,” his coach said at last. “I want him to live with you.”

Ilya blinked, then nearly shouted into the phone. “What?”

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or, Ilya stays in Boston, gets a rookie, and tries to figure out how to make a secret long distance relationship work while there's a Russian teenager in his house”

There’s a Line in the Sand (I’m Crossing with Both Hands) - Eddywow

(this person Knows and Gets shane. amazing characterization and prose and concept…epistolary #Myshane work.)

summary: “”You know you chew on your pen a lot?” She asked, jaw slipping against her palm as she tried to keep herself awake. Again. Fair. “Like, a lot.”

(Shane has an oral fixation and it’s ruining his life.)”

Dig Two Graves - devovitsuasuartes

(i Love this fic it builds and builds tension and is exciting and harrowing and truly digs its fingers into the wound in an adrenaline inducing way. it’s controversial because of how minimally tagged it is .& i love a polarizing piece of writing.)

summary: “The Montreal Voyageurs won't stop slinging mud at Shane in the press, so Shane and Ilya decide to get revenge the best way they know how.”

and i’ll show you fearless - irreverents

(it’s porn. it’s incredible prose. the specific kink is fitting for hollanov. and ilya is mean! and the author is confident and earnest which transfers to the reader.)

summary:

Ilya likes the chase, and the chase loves him back. Talking shit at Hollander is a pastime he’d wait months to indulge in. Hollander’s more than happy to greet him head-on. The difference is that Hollander likes being caught too.

or: Ilya seeks in Hollander a consolation prize. It takes ten years for him to obtain something more.

anybody like you - plonk

(this is just so good. another tangible au. the worldbuilding is really immersive and it’s like one big shane character study sandwich but it feels Sooo natural.)

summary: “"Hey, are parties just… like that, for you?" Shane asks. "Like the figure skating kickbacks were in Sochi?" "What do you mean? Like what?" Joe asks. "Like. I don't know. Fun?" "Yeah? Do you go to a lot of bad parties?" "I don't know." Shane stuffs some kale in his mouth. "So yes."

It gets lonely at the top. In Sochi, unrivaled generational hockey talent Shane Hollander reconnects with his old skate training buddy, Joe.”

tape 1 - unseemlydisturbed

(awesome. invigorating.)

summary: “[NSFW] [DISTURBING] Video circulating on several gore sites, believed to show Shane Hollander, 24, captain of the Montreal Voyageurs, who was reported missing last Tuesday. Second individual in the video appears to be Ilya Rozanov, 24, of the Boston Bears. Link in thread. DO NOT WATCH IF SENSITIVE. Mods, please don't take this down.

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Halfway home, as you're counting the red cars on the highway, rocking in the uneasy silence that has plagued you, Jack clears his throat.

"So," he says. "We aren't dating."

Having him drive you to work feels stupid all of a sudden. It feels childish, like you're a high schooler who doesn't have your license yet. If you had taken your own car, you could spend the 45 minutes blasting shitty, sad pop music meant for teenagers.

"Are we?" you ask. The radio is set on some FM oldies station, with a morning DJ that makes jokes with sound stingers in between.

"I thought we were." Abbot -Jack?- taps the heel of his palm against the steering wheel. "I sleep at your place all the damn time."

The tone in his voice sticks im all the wrong places. You sit up, straining against the seatbelt to look directly at him. "Are you mad at me?"

"Well, I'm not fucking thrilled."

"I've never been to your place!" You count on your fingers. "I don't know any of your friends, we haven't gone in a single date-"

"Oh, come on-"

"We can't be dating if there's no dates!"

The truck jerks itself to a crawl, nearly rear-ending the hunk of junk Toyota in front of you. Jack rips his eyes off the road and towards you, gesturing wide.

"I'll take you on one right now." He's not yelling, but he might as well be. "There's a fucking Sheetz right there, I'll pull over."

"Why are you being an asshole?"

"Because I thought this meant something!" Oh, now, he's yelling. "But apparently I'm a 'situation' to you."

Exhaustion and dehydration were already rubbing a migraine into your frontal cortex, but this had blossomed it into sparks across your vision. "Well, I didn't think you liked me that much, Dr. Abbot."

"Don't fucking Dr. Abbot me, kid.

"I'm a fucking adult, Doctor Abbot."

Jack rolls his head side to side, groaning with a closed mouth. He hits his hand against the steering wheel again, harder this time-

"You think I drive to fucking Fairywood because I don't like you very much?"

But his voice has simmered down to a low, calm tone.

"We flirt. We watch shitty TV and argue over what sleep sounds to play. We drive to work." His eyes are back on the road as he turns down the offramp, but his hand slides on to your thigh. The same hand that hit the steering wheel. You take it and push it off on to the center console before turning your body towards the window. Jack pauses for a moment, then continues. "We talk. All the time. I call you every day we don't work because I miss your voice."

You roll your eyes, despite the fact it is melting you. Just a bit. It's not that you don't like Jack. You do. You really do.

"You think I watch fucking Sex in The City for someone I don't like?" he says, placing his hand back on your leg. This time, you let it stay and he squeezes the spot softly. "Do you think I let people I don't like call me 'Jackie'?"

Again, you roll your eyes, but this time its with a creeping smile. You still don't give him the decency of looking his way, but you slide fingers under his palm. The shock jock announces another song and drums shake the shitty radio speakers. You can see the top of your apartment building already, morning light peeling over it.

"I guess you're going home today."

The turn signal ticks.

"No, I'm gonna sit in your damn couch and watch Carrie ruin her own life. Because I don't like you and everything."

You huff out a laugh.

"Okay," you say. "There's, uh, some of that salad stuff left. If you want anything."

"Beer?"

"Wine."

"That prosecco?"

"Yeah."

"That was nice."

"Trader Joe's. 7.99."

He parks under one of the awful Bradford Pear trees.

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Charlotte's doctor boyfriend falls asleep on top of her. It's a very weird episode for you to watch, since you two still haven't had sex. At this point, it feels like it might never happen; neither of you have the highest sex drive, despite your very obvious flirtations, and the long shifts have been more draining than usual. Off days are usually spent catching up on errands and time at the gym, or Jack doing his work with the police. It just hasn't happened.

Maybe that's why you're so nervous. What guy dates a woman and is okay delaying sex for so long? Shouldn't he be nagging you by now?

"That was the worst call I've had to a family in a while." You're mindlessly talking as you watch. Jack's arm is slung over your shoulder, hand playing with a piece of hair. You've nestled into his chest, legs spread over the couch, spikes feet buried into the blanket at the arm. "Your dad's dead because a nurse that shouldn't have been alone IVP'ed a PO. Completely fucking preventable. I had the discharge ready to go."

Jack has the remnants of your wine in a pint glass. Ice cubes clink against the sides when he takes a deep swallow. When he brings it back down, he presses the cold glass against your forehead, right where the migraine has started to fizzle away.

"Jesus fucking Christ."

"I was shaking. I threw up right after I hung up, which is--" Embarrassing. "I don't deal with death as much as you do. My patients are stable and sleeping. Still rocks me pretty hard."

"It'll never stop bothering you."

The episode ends. He smells like the Irish Spring.

"Listen, uh-" Jack says. "Come to that stupid dinner with me."

You tilt your head to glance up at him.

"You just called it stupid."

"Yeah, well-" he nods, a bit exacerbated. "It's a night. I know people there. Food's usually good. It's a nice date."

You stare at him for a long moment, condensation dripping down onto to your forehead. His curls are still wet from your shower, sleep weighs heavy on his eyelids. You hate how he can still be so boyish and charming at his age, how you still wiggle your toes in excitement when he grins.

"Okay." You smile back at him, a little more pleased than you should be. "I'd like that."

"I'll introduce you as my...?"

The hand in your hair curls that tendrils around his finger.

"Girlfriend is fine," you relent. "I'll wear something nice."

"Yeah, it's not a Lululemon event."

"Shut up." You costless him by pushing against t the arm of the couch with your feet. "I own dresses. Very nice dresses that make me look very, very good."

You lift your legand run your fingers up your ankle to your thigh.

"I'll shave my legs," you tease, pulling your touch even higher. "And elsewhere."

He clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth.

Through the grapevine (the Nurse Network of Gossip), he finds out that Smith suddenly retired. Lucky bastard. Fortunately, he was quickly replaced by another attending and a fellow, both of which seem profoundly competent.

The next night, before he can even get into the swing of things and before Shen's coffee can even melt, you've been in contact.

"We have to clear some rooms as soon as-"

Lena looks at him from over her glasses."New hospitalist pulled some strings: we'll be moving the trauma up to the ICU shortly."

"God, things might start going better." He's getting flagged down by Shen suddenly and he's so grateful he doesn't have to think about room bullshit. "I might be in love with this attending."

Next shift rotation, he finds out you stay on site to help with Code Blues.

By the third rotation, he's actually relaxed. Not to normal person levels -his cortisol is definitely spiked- but it's a marked improvement. The gears of this place have been lubed just enough that things feel. Well, not hopeful. This is where hope goes to die.

But things are better.

It's really not Jack's job to answer the phone, but he gets excited when he sees your number pop up and can't help himself. There's a moment to breathe, so he grabs the receiver.

"This my girl?"

"Is this Dr. Abbott?" There's a tease in your tone, something minxy and cute. He chuckles and leans his forearms against the counter. "OB is ready for North 3. I'm already working on the consults."

"God, I always get excited when you call," Jack says.

But then your voice drops a bit.

"And I always get excited when you answer." It's nearly a purr and Jack, shamefully, feels a ping of want over it. With his schedule and his age, there isn't a lot of romance (or, more importantly, sex) in his life. Even playful, harmless flirting feels better than it should.

"Oh, that's how it's gonna be?" he says, matching your tone. "Okay, good to know."

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"My miracle worker strikes again."

Three weeks later and Jack finds himself hovering around the phone in the in-between moments.

"I take rewards in the form of Figs or Lululemon."

Jack has to go; there's a myriad of bullshit to catch up on and a nurse who looks like she's about to vomit on herself, but he lingers, pressing the phone closer to his face. "Girl with expensive taste."

"I think I'm worth it." The smile in your voice is playful, teasing.

"I know you're worth it." He matches your tone: low. "Thanks for the update."

When he hangs up, Dr. Parker Ellis is watching with a raised brow, piqued. She taps her chart against the table between them and Jack holds his hands up in defense.

"That was gross."

"You gotta find joy where you can at night," he says, dipping to the side and around an approaching gurney. He's really let this take up too much time already. "Shen has his coffee-"

"He's not trying to stick his dick in a Dunkin donuts cup."

"Whoa! Who said anything about that?" That is not something that should be said with the listening ears of nurses around. "Can't a man of a certain age have his dalliances?"

"Ugh."

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It's a very silly dalliance. An incredibly ridiculous one.

"What are you still doing here?"

He didn't really have a reason to answer the phone. Shift exchange is done, he has an excuse to leave, but the itch of that goddamn ring gets him like a siren call.

"Charting and filling out some PRNs. Why are you still here?"

"Well, had to say goodbye to you."

"You're spoiling me, Dr. Abbott," you singsong. "Be careful, I'm gonna expect good morning and good night texts."

"Gimme your number and I'll do it."

That's the most forward he's been in years. After his wife died, it took years to return to some sort of normal. He would look for her in the kitchen in the mornings, expect the dust on her moka pot would be dusted off and the patina from her last cup would be scrubbed off. He moved to night shifts so he didn't have to stand in the kitchen at six am and have the house feel empty, no one around to click on NPR.

Dating has been rough. His schedule is busy, he's not as young as he'd like to be, and internet dating is not something he's willing to get into. Maybe he hadn't been open to the idea of digging out time for a stranger.

He isn't sure why you feel different. Maybe because he can hold a conversation with you, maybe because it isn't serious at all.

"You're ridiculous," you laugh. "Hand me to Dana and go home."

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The first time you're in the ED, Abbot's hands are in someone's chest. The second, he's intubating a patient. It's embarrassing to be a disappointed in missing you; saving lives is much more important than finally finding out what you look like.

Shen, however, has seen you.

"I might start wrestling you for the phone,"

When he finally does see you, he's confused by Shen's taste in women. It's not that you aren't attractive, you're just... older. That's not a problem for him -he's older and this is just a fun thing that makes the nights less miserable and gives him something to think about in his empty house- but for Shen to be attracted to a woman in her sixties? It's unexpected, to say the least.

It's a Q-Word night, so Dr. Abbott doesn't miss the opportunity to meet you.

"There's my miracle girl!"

'You' up at him from over 'your' glasses, forehead creased with concern. "Excuse me?"

The voice is wrong. No levity, no bounce, no rhythm. He switches to the mode he should have been in this whole time: professional.

"Sorry, I thought you were the hospitalist that calls down here."

The woman laughs.

"No, I'm afraid that's my fellow. She's taken on quite a load since she came here, so I'm glad to here she has a good rapport with you all," she says, gesturing towards the elevators. "She's over there."

You -the actual you- are leaned over a patient's gurney, holding the poor girl's hand. South 2, car crash: the girl is tragically young, but lucky. Her lungs are bruised and a couple ribs are broken, but she's awake and alert. Her father's being prepped for surgery, prognosis poor.

"I'll be here 'til morning," you tell her. "Do you wanna sleep when we get you all comfy-cozy?"

The girl looks up at you with a wobbly bottom lip.

"Can we play a game?" She's alone in a strange place, IV in her arm and no parent to hold her hand. It's frightening. Fuck, it's scary for adults.

"Sure," you reply. "We can hang out as long as you want."

You're young. Younger than he expected. You're an adult, obviously, but clearly in your very early thirties, with a smile that makes the corners of Jack's mouth twitch up.

Then, they immediately fall down. Fuck. No. You're too young. It's not appropriate for his old ass to be flirting with you. It makes sense for Shen to like you, but him? He feels like a dirty old man.

Especially when he catches your ass in those goddamn Figs.

"She asked about you," Shen tells him towards the end of shift. "Cradle robber."

"How old do you think I am?"

"Don't make me answer that."

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Jack Abbott's life might be empty. He does things in his freetime: he volunteers, he works out, he's taken up yoga (Though, Robby had started the rumor that it was naked yoga, which has put a damper on his reputation).

"I missed your voice."

As pathetic as it is to admit it, you were filling a void in his life.

"That's sweet, kid."

The joke in your voice ends. "I'm a doctor."

"And I'm a lot older than you."

You voice falls to a whisper and, even through the ED chaos, he can hear your breath in the receiver.

"I like older men."

It's been too long since he's had sex. He's been with a woman since his wife passed, but that was. an embarrassing amount of time ago.

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"If you had the chance to be with a younger woman, would you do it?"

Robby looks up from his beer. Technically speaking, publicly drinking in the park is illegal, but sometimes Abbott just needs a moment to rest his leg and enjoy twilight with a Coors. Robby almost always feels the same after a shift. Having a brother in arms, fighting the same battles as you, makes the shit shoveling seem less heavy.

"You're kidding, right?" But sometimes he hates how similiar they are. "How young are we talking?"

"32." Jack had learned that from a quick overlook of your Instagram. He would never admit how long he lingered over your summer pictures, the ones on the East Coast, with a nice outfit you labeled 'new england old money.'

He did also look at the bikini picture. Once.

Or twice.

"Oh, Jesus christ. Get over yourself." Robby runs his tongue other his teeth as he thinks, like he's reminding himself to watch his bite. "32. You made me think I was going to have to pull you from the college dorms. You can fuck a 32 year old and not have it be a moral quandary."

Jack gives the man a shove into his shoulder, trying to him his real annoyance. "Fuck off."

"Is it this night shift girl?" Robby swirls the dregs on his beer. "Nurses talk."

Of course they do. It's not like he's subtle.

"I've been getting signals for her."

"What kind of signals?"

Jack hems and haws about telling Robby, mostly because it feels less important the more he thinks about it. "She told me she likes older men."

"Are you fucking kidsing me?" Robby presses the can to his forehead like he's trying to cool himself down. "That's not a signal, it's a fucking landing strip. That's an international airport."

Jack crushes his own finished drink against his thigh, then tosses it into the trash beside them.

"You don't want to use me as a moral compass," Robby continues. "But she doesn't work under you, so its not a conflict of interest. She's an adult, she's clearly very interested: I wouldn't hesitate. It's just some fun, right?"

Jack isn't quite sure. He definitely wants to have sex with you and he isn't sure if that drive is clouding his judgements in other areas, but it might be nice to have someone in his house again. He doesn't know you well enough to determine if that person should be you, but he hasn't looked forward to talking to someone in a very long time.

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Turns out, the other floors are deafeningly quiet at night. Jack can hear his footsteps echo, like a clock ticking down, or a gavel striking his execution. When he turns into your office, you're there, pouring over the screen.

"Queenie, can you- oh!" You nearly jump out of your skin when you meet his eye. "Uh, hi, uh-"

You're flustered, reaching for something on your desk and nearly knocking over your energy drink. The charting amd files on your desk are a cluster fuck, to the point he's surprised you get anything actually done in a night.

"Dr. Abbott, hi-" you blink those pretty eyes at him, wide, wet, and panicked like a rabbit's. "It's-- hi."

He steps in, hands jammed into his pockets and gripping his 'present' for you. "Its nice to speak to you face to face."

"Yeah!"

It hits him that you're acting strangely because you're nervous.

"I figured-" Jack steels himself, then slides the piece of paper in his hand on to the desk "If you ever really did want that good morning text."

By the time he's back downstairs and throwing his things until his locker, there's a message waiting on his phone.

It’s only the Harvard business degree that was forced upon him that saves him from drowning entirely. He has no help from his father, whose mind is all but lost to dementia now, and the shareholders seem to be waiting for Ilya to fuck up so that they can rip into the company like lions over a bleeding carcass. Ilya knows that he can leave it all behind at any time. He’s wealthy enough on his own now, and can live comfortably with his personal investments for the rest of his life, if he so chooses.

But his father’s hard work is poured into this company, and Ilya isn’t in Moscow to help him through these final stages of his life. Andrei is the one taking care of him every day, not out of duty but out of a desire to see Ilya’s money deposited into his account every month.

Ilya may not like his father, but he’s beholden to the obligation he feels as his son to keep the one good thing he did in his life alive.

So here he sits, in a perfectly tailored suit behind a broad, heavy oak desk with a perfectly made cup of coffee within reach and a brewing headache behind his eyes. In his short time as CEO of Rozanov Incorporated, Andrei did everything he could to ruin everything their father built. There was no true intention in his actions, only impulsive stupidity. Now Ilya is cleaning up his messes, one meeting at a time.

Speaking of…

“Mr. Rozanov,” the ever-anxious voice of his executive assistant comes over the speaker of his phone. “Your next appointment is here.”

Ilya takes a long drink of his coffee before pressing the button to answer.

“You can call me Ilya, Luca,” he reminds him for what must be the hundredth time even though he knows the young man never will. “Send them in.”

He doesn’t have to wait long, and he navigates to the employee file already opened on his computer just as the door to his office opens and he hears the quiet tread of footsteps over the carpet. Tearing his eyes from the computer screen, Ilya is struck by the appearance of the man that hovers between the door and his desk with his thumbs tucked into the pockets of his pants and an expression torn between uncertainty and irritation.

Ilya is a romantic man.

He’s read novels and he’s seen movies and there’s a part of him that has always wanted to believe in love at first sight.

As he takes in the dark-haired man dressed in a perfectly pressed light blue shirt with a slightly furrowed brow and a constellation of beautiful freckles scattered over his nose and cheeks, Ilya is nearly struck dumb. He has to recover quickly, because this is an employee of the company that now belongs to him and he scheduled this appointment for a reason. It isn’t the time, place, or occasion to openly admire him. 

“Mr. Hollander, yes?” Ilya sounds out carefully, glancing at his computer screen to make sure he gets it right.

The man nods his head slowly, eyeing Ilya almost as if he’s a predator waiting to close his jaws around his throat. It’s not an entirely unearned suspicion. Ilya knows the reputation he’s earned over the last several weeks. He can’t deny that he’s cultivated it purposefully, or that he’s enjoyed the resigned expression of every person who walks through the door into his office knowing what fate awaits them.

That isn’t the case here, and Ilya knows that he’ll quickly have to correct the course of the meeting.

“Shane.”

Ilya blinks, not expecting that.

“What?”

“I prefer to be called Shane, not Mr. Hollander,” the man says, tilting his chin up ever so slightly. 

Ilya has to bury the urge to grin, a warm delight stirring in him at the subtle show of defiance. For someone who thinks he’s about to be fired, it seems that this Shane Hollander has no intention of groveling. Still, Ilya isn’t all that good at doing what he’s told, and there’s a part of him that wants to see just how much he can rile up this perfectly put together man. He’s been bored, handling meeting after meeting and being forced to give up a good chunk of what used to be his life. If he wants to have fun where he can find it, who can stop him?

“You can sit if you want, Mr. Hollander.”

An eye twitch is the only reaction he gets, but Ilya will take it.

“I’d rather stay standing, if you’re just going to tell me that I’m fired.”

It’s getting harder and harder to fight a smile, and Ilya knows that his amusement must be shining in his eyes regardless.

“Who says you’re fired?”

Shane’s frown deepens, and he looks away from Ilya as he seemingly gathers his thoughts.

“Well, you fired my boss and then you fired my boss’s boss a few days later,” he recounts, glancing at Ilya again. “I’m pretty sure I saw the chief techology officer being escorted out by security yesterday. Some people think you had him arrested.”

It isn’t a bid for gossip. Ilya can tell the difference. This man may be curious, but he isn’t trying to pull information out of Ilya. He simply seems to be stating the facts as he knows them.

“I did,” Ilya says simply.

Shane’s eyes widen ever so slightly but he doesn’t say anything. Ilya stares back at him, wondering how long they can endure this stand-off before one of them breaks.

“You’re not being fired, Shane Hollander,” he finally says with a sigh. “Now, will you please sit?”

There’s no mistaking the relief that sweeps over Shane’s face as he finally steps closer to the desk and takes one of the chairs across from Ilya.

“Can I ask why I’m here, then?” he asks, clasping his hands in his lap and sitting with a board-straight spine.

Ilya has to wonder if he’s ever relaxed a day in his life.

“Your boss was fired for incompetence,” Ilya informs him, sitting back in his chair. “You shouldn’t need to hear more. Your complaints against him are very… detailed.”

“He had no idea what he was doing,” Shane says as if he has to defend his well-documented emails that were sent to HR. “I’m not even sure he has a background in IT.”

He didn’t. Andrei met him through a friend of a friend at a party and offered him the job without bothering to determine if he knew how to do it. Ilya is surprised that the IT department managed to run in spite of the incompetence of its manager, but he knows that is almost entirely due to the man sitting in front of him bouncing one leg anxiously.

“I am fixing mistakes that happened before my time here, Mr. Hollander. Now that I am left with good people in the company, I need to fill the empty roles.”

Shane gives him a speculative look.

“You need a new IT manager.”

“Yes, eventually,” Ilya says, nodding his head in agreement. “I need a CTO more.”

Shane’s dark, expressive eyes grow wide in an instant and his lips part in a disbelieving gape. Ilya is equally surprised at himself, in truth. The suggestion isn’t one he planned to make prior to this meeting, but the words slipped out before he could help it. He’s happy to blame it on the freckles.

It takes several long moments for Shane to recover from his shock with a singular word.

“No.”

Ilya blinks at him once, twice, and a third time just to make sure he didn’t hear incorrectly. While he didn’t inherit his father’s effortless command or his brother’s brutal demand for the same, he isn’t quite used to hearing the word ’no’ in his adult life. Ilya certainly isn’t internationally famous but there are two cities in the world where his name and face grant him certain privileges. Many privileges in truth.

One of them is Moscow.

The other is here in Boston.

Yet here this man sits, wearing neat but cheap clothing that probably wouldn’t even equal the price of Ilya’s preferred brand of socks, rejecting an offer he has yet to make with a stone-faced expression. Not that he wasn’t going to make it, but it’s discomfiting to be turned down before he can put any of it into words.

“No?” Ilya echoes, raising his eyebrows.

“Absolutely not,” Shane says with a shake of his head. “This is insane. I’m twenty-seven years old. I haven’t even been at this job for two years.”

One could argue that Ilya is a thirty-one year old who didn’t worked in the corporate world at all until three and a half weeks ago, but he doubts that it would help.

“You’re already running the IT department on your own and without being asked,” he says, as if it’s a reminder that Shane needs. “You graduated near the top of your class, I can see it in your file, and you put in more hours than anyone else. Your current position isn’t even the job you applied for.”

Shane looks taken aback, ducking his head to pick at some invisible lint on his pants.

“They didn’t have an opening in research and development,” he says, his cheeks filling with a lovely flush.

Ilya knows for a fact that isn’t the truth, since he has multiple memos in his inbox complaining about how short-staffed they are. Wisely, he doesn’t say as much. Not when he doesn’t have any answer for why Shane wasn’t given one of the many entry-level positions in the R&D department when he first applied, much less when he requested a transfer on multiple occasions.

“I’ve made a name for myself here for firing people that weren’t good for the company,” Ilya says, thinking through his words carefully. “That’s mostly done now. I know that this has not been a nice work environment and I want to change that. It starts, I think, with rewarding good employees.”

Shane seems conflicted, his eyes sweeping the spacious office with its floor to ceiling windows and luxury furnishings before reluctantly looking at Ilya again.

“What you’re offering isn’t really a reward,” he says warily, as if he’s expecting that his words won’t be received well. “Everyone will wonder how an IT grunt made his way up the ladder that quickly, and the answer they come up with will follow me for my entire career even if it isn’t true.”

Though he’s speaking in vague terms, Ilya understands the meaning behind his words. He may not have spent much time in the corporate world, what Shane is suggesting isn’t limited to large companies. The entire world works the same, and people will always scrutinize success for what holes they can find just to bring a good person down.

“I understand,” he says, and there’s no mistaking the relief that crosses Shane’s face. “Who, then?”

The relief turns to confusion, and Ilya curses his heart as it does a little flip in his chest at the small pout that forms on Shane’s lips.

“Who, what?”

“Who should be the CTO?” Ilya asks, sitting back in his chair with his hands folded over his stomach. “I’m not foolish, Mr. Hollander. I know how to run a company but I know nothing about your world. You must have your head to the ground, yes? You know someone who could fill the role?”

Shane hesitates, his eyes searching Ilya’s face as if he’s expecting that it’s some kind of trick.

“Ear to the ground,” he corrects Ilya without a trace of maliciousness in his voice. “You’re serious?”

Ilya nods his head, content to wait him out because he knows that Shane has an answer for him without having to hear it.

“Harris Drover,” Shane finally says, his voice unwavering. “He was a few years above me at MIT and he’s a genius, but he’s also a good person.”

Without hesitation, Ilya scribbles out the name on a post-it note as a reminder for himself.

“He’s local?”

Shane nods, “Yeah, he’s lived in Boston since he graduated.”

A beat passes, and Ilya lifts his head to see that Shane is looking at him with a mix of curiosity and suspicion. He isn’t sure why until Shane opens his mouth to speak again.

“His boyfriend plays for the Raiders.” 

Ilya understands in an instant, and the challenging tone in Shane’s voice makes it all the more clear. It isn’t difficult to figure out exactly who this Harris Drover is dating. There are only so many players in the NHL who have come out since Scott Hunter notoriously kissed his now-husband after winning the cup, and only one of those players is in Boston. 

“He’s dating Troy Barrett?”

Shane blinks at him, seemingly taken by surprise that he would know the name.

“You like hockey?”

“Yes,” Ilya says, even though that is a vast understatement. “I’ve followed the Raiders since I moved to Boston. You?”

It’s subtle, but Ilya sees a different light form in Shane’s eyes as he nods.

“Yes. Well, not Boston. My family are all Voyageurs fans.”

Ilya exaggerates his frown, setting his pen down and shaking his head in disappointment.

“I take it back. You are fired.”

It’s a barely there thing, but Ilya knows he isn’t imagining the smallest uptick of Shane’s lips or the way his shoulders relax ever so slightly. He takes advantage of it, steering the conversation to a resolution.

“You want to work in R&D, then you will work in R&D,” he says decisively.

Shane looks a little bit like he’s been slapped and then handed a box of chocolates, his expression wavering between pure shock and uncertain hope.

“Really?”

“Really,” Ilya confirms, already putting the pieces of the transfer together in his mind. “You’ll have a new contract by next week.”

Somewhat like a deer in headlights, Shane stays frozen in his chair and stares at Ilya as if he’s waiting for another shoe to drop.

“That’s it? I don’t need to… do anything else?”

Ilya wishes that he could say yes, because he very much wants to invent a reason to keep Shane Hollander in his office for the rest of the day. He’s struck by the need to create distance, because Ilya knows that the rules are different here. He can’t enjoy the same casual relationship with employees as he has in the past. Owning a club is one thing. Running an entire corporate business is another.

Rozanov Incorporated can’t suffer another scandal without being at risk of a hostile takeover.

“No, there’s nothing else,” Ilya says, trying to pull a mask of professionalism even if he thinks that it’s far too late for that. “Thank you for your hard work.”

Shane regards him for another long moment before he jerks his head in a single nod and rises to his feet.

“Thanks for not firing me.”

He spins away before Ilya can respond, all but power walking out of the office, and Ilya fails to hold back the smile that breaks over his face once Shane is out of sight. He can see Luca reaching for the phone through the blinds, and Ilya knows he has to recover his facade of hard-hearted CEO quickly because this next meeting won’t be quite as pleasant.

Still, he finds it hard to push the encounter from his mind, even hours later when he’s making his way towards his private elevator long after most people have left the building.

Ilya is a romantic.

Suguru was funny in a dry way that showed off his wit, fun to be around and seemed to have a way with most people. It made you feel good, that a guy like him who could draw and command a crowd was so infatuated with you. And it definitely didnt hurt that he knew exactly how to fuck you right off the bat. 

It was like you were a book he’d bore through cover to cover the moment he met you. He just always seemed to know what to say, what to do to have you quivering and spent but somehow still begging for more. 

On more than one occasion you found yourself on your knees in the bathroom at a venue when the band took a break with Suguru's big hands in your hair, guiding your head as you took his thick cock as far down your throat as you could manage. Mascara streaking down your cheeks and strings of saliva dripping down your chin as he fucked your face. Groaning out, “Fuuuck you’re so good baby, such a good girl.” Just to make your eyes roll as your nose buried in the thick patch of dark hair at the base of his cock. 

You weren’t his girlfriend really. It was casual and fun but not without some of those emotional little strings that tended to weave their way in when things were so good with someone.

And what definitely wasn’t your fault was getting assigned the hottest tutor you'd ever laid eyes on when your grades started to slip in some of your analytics classes. You'd seen him before in passing around school but Satoru Gojo seemed like the stereotypical obnoxious nerd you steered clear of. 

But after that first slightly awkward hour in the library, you realized he couldn’t have been further from that. 

A nerd, yes. 

Obnoxious, also yes. 

But he was sincere and could be sweet and genuine and ridiculous just to make you burst out laughing and nearly get kicked out of the library.

Smart and kind of a know it all, but Satoru wasn’t mean or nasty and he didn't rub your face in your mistakes, just teased you a little, then helped you overcome them. Offering slightly backhanded praise that made your stomach do a weird little flutter regardless. 

It didn't hurt that Satoru was about as good looking as human beings could get. That stark light hair he ran a hand through as he looked over your practice test caught your eye and the electricity of that blue in his irises held it. Framed by thick lashes and looking intently at you as you spoke from behind his glasses. He was pretty, seemed ethereal and delicate.

But all it took was a hot afternoon with broken AC and he was stripping out of his usual hoodie and you got a good, long look at what was going on underneath it. Thick, pale biceps and a few defined lines of abs you weren’t expecting and bam, you were hot for tutor. 

You and Suguru weren’t exclusive or anything, so when an afternoon ran late, Satoru asked if you were hungry, you said yes. 

Without mountains of worksheets and textbooks to distract, conversation flowed quick and easy. It was easy talking to Satoru, he was a goof and outgoing and when he looked at you—stared at you as you spoke or laughed, it was like you were the only thing in the room. 

You weren’t sure exactly how it happened, but the air was heavy between you as you walked out of the little ramen joint and just like that, you were texting Shoko to hide in her room or get the hell out because you were inviting Satoru over for… coffee?

Needless to say, not even an hour later you were shoving him down onto your bed and straddling his narrow hips, the flushed tip of his long slender cock notched at your entrance as he kneaded your ass and moaned into your mouth. 

Tutoring wasn’t just about academic achievement after that. It was casual, nothing serious but god damn you were fucking like rabbits. In the bathroom at school when you both had space between classes you’d be sat on the sink with your legs wrapped around his waist. He was desperate when he fucked you, unabashed neediness in the way he drove his cock deep and shuddered, breathing your name out and almost choking on it.

Satoru and Suguru were so different, and maybe that’s why you kept seeing both of them. You got something unique from each of them, and weren’t keen on giving up either. 

You should have felt guilty for calling Suguru when you wanted to have control and power and any semblance of thought stripped from you and to be fucked on his thick, veined cock until you were drooling and crying like a baby. Should’ve felt guilt for texting Satoru when you wanted to watch the overachiever work hard enough to sweat for praise and getting to feel your pussy squeeze tight and gush down his lengthy cock. 

And you did! A little, but it mostly just felt good. You were young and supposed to make fun and somewhat dumb decisions.

So how the hell did you, with two men that kept your pussy busy like she had a full time job of her own, end up flying solo to a new years eve party? 

Short answer, you were indecisive and all of sudden it was too late to invite either to nepo brat Naoya Zenin’s house party. Maybe it was for the best because you’d need to be sloppy drunk to not clock the obnoxious pigheaded host in the face should he open his mouth in your vicinity and you didn’t need Satoru or Suguru to see that. 

It’d be a girls night. You, Shoko and Utahime got ready at your and Shoko’s place. Helping each other into miniskirts and dresses and dangerously low cut tops because who cares if you were third wheeling on Shoko and Utahime’s definitely not a date, you were going to look hot for no one but yourself and your friends.

Music bumping in the background as the three of you did some pregaming to loosen up and painted each other up with glitter, Shoko in charge of eyeliner because she had a steady hand for not just pre-med, before ordering and piling into the uber to Naoya's McMansion. 

“I always forget how rich his family is,” You muttered to the other two as you walked along the packed driveway littered with cars that could pay off your tuition with change. “At a certain point it’s just excessive.”

Shoko shrugged and offered, “I don’t really give a shit how he spends his money just so long as he bought enough booze to last the whole night.” Uthahime elbowed her gently, her brow furrowed. 

“Don’t get too sloppy, okay? These shoes aren’t very appropriate for carrying drunk girls home.” She bent her knee and slapped the chunky heel of her shoe and Shoko grinned, throwing an arm around Utahime’s shoulders. 

“You’d be making a girl's dream come true because I think I've fantasized about being carried by a strong woman in heels.” Utahime scoffed, but her hand came up to rest on Shoko’s arm affectionately.

The front doors were wide open to let stumbling party goers outside and newcomers into the opulent entryway. Music you'd definitely heard before but couldn't name blared so loud you felt it as you all walked in. Looking around at the decor as you stepped into the lively entryway, it was decked in silver and gold that reflected bright neon lights, but the layout was the same and you were pretty sure you remembered where the kitchen was. 

“I’m gonna grab a drink, you guys coming?” You turned to your friends and squeezed closer as a group of loud and clearly already drunk guys brushed past with arms flailing, completely spatially unaware. 

Utahime shook her head, “I’m gonna find Mei first, she always leaves these things early and I wanna say hi.”

“I’ll join you,” Shoko offered, stepping up to your side. “I’ll text you when we have refreshments and we’ll come find you, do you want anything?” She asked Utahime and the dark haired woman nodded.

“Perfect, uhh, cranberry vodka?”

“You got it, babe.” Shoko winked and you swore you saw the faintest tinge of blush on Utahimes cheeks before Shoko dragged you into the crowd. The heat of too many bodies cramped together, tangled and slick with sweat from exertion keeping up to the thumping beat.

But you made it through the living room with the vaulted ceiling that seemed too tall to be inside a house with Shoko dragging you along. The long dining table just outside the kitchen held a majority of the drinks and food and you both stopped to check out what was out. 

“No cranberry? You’re fucking kidding me,” Shoko muttered, rifling through bottles and containers of mixers and juices. 

“It might be in the fridge, be right back,” You offered and Shoko nodded, eyeing a few half empty bottles of amber liquid. The pristine white kitchen was a little quieter, just a few people leaning against the counter chatting. You threw both doors of the fridge open and scanned the contents, looking for something deep red.

“Look who made it,” A vaguely familiar voice drawled from behind one of the fridge doors and you fought the groan dying to break free. 

“Wouldn’t miss it,” You chirped back full of fake year end cheer, closing the fridge doors slightly to see the box blonde himself leaned against the counter with a lazy smile. “You got any cranberry juice?” 

“No idea,” Naoya shrugged and let his eyes slide down your frame slowly, not bothering to be subtle in the way he lingered on your tits. “I didn't do the shopping.”

The forced smile on your lips went tighter, eyes narrowing. “Great, super helpful.”

“You’re welcome,” He said lightly, oblivious to the sarcasm in your tone. “You here alone?” 

“I’ve got a date. Two actually,” You gestured out to the dining table where Shoko was taste testing what you assumed was a variety of the whisky options. “Number one is right there and in need of cranberry juice.” 

Naoya furrowed his brow, looking from Shoko to you. “You’re into girls? Huh.” He hummed, as if contemplating it and you scoffed, unable to hold it in. 

Is he for real? How fucking dense can a guy be. It was a shame too because he was really cute. Tall, nice features, pulled off those earrings and even the slightly douchey silk black button down. The moment he opened his mouth though, it all came crumbling down and your ovaries practically shriveled. 

“Uh… yeah sure, whatever.” You mumbled, turning back to the fridge to continue your cranberry search.

“I guess that’s kinda hot,” He took the door of the fridge from you, opening it fully and moving closer. “Still into guys? I can give you a list of reasons why you should be, or I can show you.” He towered over you and you just whiteknuckled the door of the fridge and stared off flatly into the cold LED lit box. 

You were pretty sure he wouldn’t get the hint even if you punctuated each word of not interested with a slam of his head in that fridge.

Still staring straight ahead and avoiding any and all eye contact, you were about to open your mouth to respond with as much enthusiasm as a wet wipe when a deep, familiar voice said your name behind you and both you and Naoya whipped your heads around.

“This guy bugging you?” Suguru nodded at Naoya and leaned back on the counter, arms crossed and biceps bulging against the soft fabric of his t-shirt, dragon wrapped around the muscle of his left and disappearing under the tight sleeve. God, he looked like a bouncer with his hair up like that, using his size to his advantage over the slightly shorter and definitely smaller Naoya. As much as you could and would absolutely stick up for yourself, it was pretty hot to see Suguru puffing up for you.

The fridge door closed as you took attention off of it and Naoya—who had taken a step out of your space and was looking Suguru over.

“Who’s thi—”

“You should probably check on the rest of the party, I saw a few guys tossing a vase around like a football on the lawn when we came in. Looked expensive.” You cut Naoya off with a blatant lie and he scowled, immediately marching off towards the entryway. 

With the unwelcome interruption gone, you leaned back against the fridge and smiled wide at Suguru. 

“Hey,” He returned it, his deep violet gaze sliding down your body slowly, like Naoya but without the creep factor and immensely more welcome. “You look nice.” He noted, meeting your eyes again.

“Thanks,” You peeled off the fridge and closed the distance across the kitchen, approaching Suguru where he was still leaned on the counter, arms still crossed over his broad chest. “So do you, I like that shirt.” It didn’t hide a whole lot of him, and you quite enjoyed that.

Suguru hummed, letting his hands fall to hold the marble at his hips. “Thanks, you here on your own?” He asked, upturned eyes narrowing a little. You could tell he was looking for something specific in your reactions and answers, but you didn't hesitate.

“No, are you?”

“No,” He shot back fast and you both held each other's eyes for a drawn out moment. Was he here with another girl? The thought shouldn’t bother you, but a warm, ugly feeling like jealousy stirred in your chest at the idea for some reason. 

You broke first, nodding off at the dining room. “Shoko’s doing her whiskey flight over there,” 

Suguru’s face softened a little and he chuckled. “I’ve got a few friends scattered around here… somewhere,” He gestured vaguely around, seeming almost annoyed at the excess of the house and you laughed with him.

“Good luck with your haystack search.”

“What, not gonna help me?” He cocked his head, a lock of dark hair falling over his brow in an endearing motion that made it very hard to say no to him.

But you shook your head and held your ground because you weren’t about to ditch girls night for a guy, even when that guy was Suguru looking so yummy you could lick him from head to toe.

“Sorry, can’t ditch my dates tonight.”

“I get it,” A sly smirk tugged at his mouth as he continued. “You gonna be kissing either of those dates at midnight?” 

Your head fell back as you laughed at that. “No, I’m pretty sure they’ll be occupied with each other at midnight.” There was a glint in his eye and something in the wide smile that stretched across his face as you got even closer—as always, you came to Suguru not the other way around. “Why? You wanna be my new year's kiss or something?” 

“Maybe I do,” He skimmed a hand up your side, wide palm settling on your waist just to hold. “Since we’re both here, uncoordinated no less.” He pointed out and you hummed thoughtfully.

“You’re right, can’t be a coincidence,” You slipped a hand up his forearm, tracing up the ink as you held his eyes. “Come find me just before the countdown, ‘kay?”

“In this maze?” He scrunched his nose, hesitant at having to navigate the floor plan on a time crunch.

You scoffed a laugh, “Fine, text me where you are and I’ll come find you, give me ten minutes cause this place’ll be packed.” He grimaced at that but it faded quickly, replaced by that smile that had your stomach fluttering and your panties ruined.

“You got it, see you in a couple hours,” He winked, giving your waist a firm squeeze and you nodded, leaning up on tip toes to plant a peck on his jaw. Giddiness bubbled like carbonation in your chest as you separated and made your way back to Shoko at the table. 

“You find the cranberry?” She asked as you leaned on the dark hardwood beside her. 

“No, Naoya has no taste, sorry.”

“You sure you weren’t just distracted?” She replied plainly but too quickly to not be purposeful and you shrugged. She shot you a knowing smile, “I thought I was your date?”

“I’m making backup plans just in case my date ditches me for our other date,” You sent a pointed look her way and she deflected with a shrug, pushing a white plastic cup your way. 

“Try that for me,” You lifted the cup and peered at the contents. A warm golden brown swirled in the cup and you sniffed, getting apple and something tart and tasted basically that plus an overwhelming amount of whisky when you took a small sip. “Think Hime will like it?”

You stifled a cough at the slight burn. “If she wants chest hair, then probably.” 

With Shoko bartending for you and Utahime, you were loosened significantly up within less than an hour of arrival. You were also going to the bathroom every pathetic fifteen minutes and the closest toilet was always guarded by groups of people knit tighter than fancy Egyptian sheets. 

Ducking and weaving through the crowd in your way without a single shit at who you shoved out of your warpath, you were halfway down the packed hall and to your destination when someone decided to take a full step back and body check you. Sending you stumbling to the left and into a hard body with great reflexes that had arms around you before you could even think about falling to the ground.

You looked up at your savior, about to peel off whatever stranger you’d essentially assaulted, but were met with wide and very familiar azure eyes already fixed on you from behind prescription lenses. 

“Whoa, uh, hey?” Satoru smiled bright at you, hands firm on your waist as you stared back frozen in place, palms on his broad chest and your whole body pressed up against his. 

“Hi?” You blinked a few times, pulling yourself out of the shellshock of being jostled right into your other undefined situation.

Oh fuck. Suguru was here too. You werent too sure what would happen should you get caught right in the fucking act, you’d never faced this problem before. But your bladder screamed that it was about to burst and that pushed the consequences of your two timing onto the back burner.

“Shit, sorry, hi!” You peeled off Satoru and took a step back. “I’m about to explode and I need to get to the, y’know, like now so I’ll be ri—”

“Oh here, I’ll give you a hand getting through!” He offered and didn’t really give you an opportunity to say no and get the fuck away before he grabbed your hand and sent your stomach flipping up into your throat just thinking of someone seeing you. Someone like Suguru.

To his credit though, Satoru barged his way through that hall like he played football instead of World of Warcraft. “Thanks! I’d still be a mile back fighting for my life without you,” You chuckled as he slowed, the closed bathroom door coming into view. 

But, of fucking course, it was locked. This whole house hated you, so why wouldn’t it be?

“There’s another one upstairs, c’mon.” Satoru, again, didn’t wait for a response, just grabbed your hand and yanked you down the hall back the way you’d come. 

It was sweet; that he heard ‘emergency’ and jumped to solve your problem. 

It was just the worst place to be doing so. 

You stumbled behind, head whipping around frantically trying to catch any sight of silky, dark hair knotted up as you were dragged up the stairs. You saw no sign of him and the main floor disappeared from view as you both slipped around the corner.

Satoru jiggled the handle on the last door and it gave, cracking open. “Hah, what an idiot.” He snickered, shoving the door open and you followed inside. 

It was a bedroom, huge with a massive bed fit with dark satin sheets, chairs and a modest velvety couch around a fireplace, massive double glass doors that opened to a big balcony. It was decorated nicely and if it wasn’t for the Naoya-centric photos, certifications and awards hung and purposefully placed around you would have assumed it was the master and his parents room, but no parent is that proud of their kid. 

“All yours, no elbows or lines,” Satoru said proudly, waving a hand at another door on the far side of the room as he flopped down onto the bed and you asked no more questions. Making a beeline right for the door and shutting it a little harshly behind you. 

You pulled your phone out and sent a message as soon as you weren’t in danger of ruining your lack of pants. 

[You] 11:04 P.M. u see sugu in the last 10ish mins?? 

[Sho-hoe] 11:05 P.M. nope srry no sign ofthe raven

[Sho-hoe] 11:06 P.M. hime saw u got draggd upstairs by te dove tho he hehhh 

[Sho-hoe] 11:06 P.M. nuahgty grl

[You] 11:06 P.M. thx and plssss give hime ur phone for the rest of the nite 

You scoffed at the dumb code names and how obliterated she clearly already was and tucked your phone away after washing your hands and stepped back out.

Satoru was sprawled on Naoya’s bed, scrolling on his phone waiting for you. He looked just as he usually did, dressed down in dark jeans that frayed a little at the cuffs, a dark, slightly oversized long sleeve t-shirt with the design for what you knew after several weeks of seeing him was his favorite digimon—Agumon. 

“How do you know Naoya’s house so well?” You asked, flopping down onto the bed next to Satoru and he tossed his phone up by the pillows. 

“Our families are in cahoots, I've been coming here since I was a kid and vice versa.” He rolled onto his side to face you, glasses sat low on the sloped bridge of his nose and a cheeky half smile playing at his lips. “First time I've been in here without him though, wanna go through his stuff?” 

You snorted a laugh rolled onto your back, “So badly, I bet he’s got great dirt in here. But I gotta get back to third wheeling downstairs.” 

Satoru hummed at your side, “Think they can wait like, five more minutes?” You turned your head to face him, the sweet, wide smile on his face that masked unmistakable mischief, and raised your brows. “Ten minutes?” He offered instead. 

You held his bright cerulean eyes, holding your ground for as long as you could knowing full well you had just as much of a hard time saying no to Satoru too.

“That’s not how you negotiate,” The corners of your mouth betrayed you as you spoke, rolling with him as he grinned, pulling you to straddle his lap.

“No? My methods seemed to work just fine,” He pointed out plainly, holding your hips as you rocked back a little on the bulge growing in his jeans. 

It was frankly annoying how right he was. You still had to find Suguru and it would most definitely not be just ten minutes, but how could you just leave when Satoru was flushed and sharing your breath as your fingers tangled in his hair. Those big hands squeezing the fat of your ass as he rutted his clothed cock against you and your ruined panties.

You’d never fucked both of them in the same day, let alone even seen them in the same night. And as much as the thought of finding Suguru later and fucking him with Satoru’s cum still leaking from your needy pussy made your belly flutter with twisted arousal, that was a little too far.

So you shimmied down, undid his belt and unbuttoned his jeans, and pulled his pretty, pale cock out. Eyes on his as he leaned up on his forearms and moaned when you traced a vein up with your flat tongue and swirled around his flushed tip. 

A few minutes later you wiped away some of your eye makeup that had started to run in the mirror of Naoya’s bathroom and snickered at the idea of Satoru being the only one getting head in that bed tonight. Joining him again with a fast kiss on his warm, pink cheek and combing your fingers through his messy hair. 

“Wait here for a couple minutes, I don't need a spiel about safe sex or whatever from the town drunk.” You smiled sweetly at the mildly dazed Satoru, oblivious to any ulterior motives in your staggered exits.

He nodded and ran a hand through his hair, messing it up again as you slipped out the door and shut it softly behind you. Through the crowded hall, down the stairs and all the way to the dining room to fix a new drink and stifle any taste of Satoru left in your mouth before you new years kissed (etc.) Suguru in thirty minutes. 

Shit, were you kind of messy? 

You held the mix of sprite and some clear liquor in your mouth for a moment and assessed your situation a little. Maybe you were, but you were having fun too, and wasn’t that the whole point?

There was no sign of Satoru or Suguru anywhere on the main floor, and you figured you were in the clear as much as you could be. Waiting out the time before your phone buzzed sunk into a plush chair near a—

Your brief zone out was interrupted by a message and you figured it was probably Shoko or Utahime since it was still half an hour to midnight. But it was Suguru.

[Sugu] 11:28 P.M. last door on the 2nd floor, whenever you’re ready

You didn’t even question it, just hauled your ass out of that comfy chair and made your way back up to the second floor. Only registering that the room was familiar as you approached the door.

Something in your hazy head made you hesitate as your fingers hovered over the handle, but what was there to hesitate about? Definitely not the possibility of fucking Suguru in Naoya’s room. 

The thought made you chuckle to yourself, that you'd be the only one getting any in his room, as you pushed the door open. 

Suguru looked up from his phone, sitting legs spread on Naoya’s dark bedspread. He smiled as he caught your eye, but didn’t get up, just leaned back a little, tossing his phone to the side and letting you come to him as usual. 

Not that you ever minded, especially not then. Legs wide open to you in dark, loose jeans, simple black t-shirt that hugged every perfect muscle that flexed and rippled with each movement. His hair was down, falling around his shoulders in soft, silken waves you were dying to run your fingers through. 

You might have crawled on all fours to that man if he asked.

He didn’t though, just lifted his chin a little and smiled right back at you as you walked in. 

“I think your summons came a little early,” You noted and Suguru’s deep violet eyes narrowed a fraction, thick, dark lashes giving him something feline to the look he shot you.

“Mhm, I wanted to make sure we all had time before the year turned over. New leaf and all that.” 

His words hit wrong and you furrowed your brow at Suguru, it seemed to only fuel whatever had him looking at you like you were a rabbit that hadn’t realized it stepped right into a snare.

“What do you mean?” 

You were about to find out that that’s exactly what you were. 

Suguru’s eyes drifted off to the side quickly, sending a look that was almost imperceivable with how quick and minute it was. But your pulse was starting to pick up and your mind was racing to the worst case scenario. 

Could he have—

“C’mon, princess,” Suguru crooned at your confused expression. “I know. We know, actually.” 

Your stomach dropped. Oh fuck.

“Gotcha,” A voice chirped behind you and you jumped as the door swung shut, whirling around to be met with Satoru leaned against the wall, one hand tucked in the pocket of his jeans. You knew it in your gut before you saw him there, but it didn’t stop you from floundering like a beached fish. Mouth opening and closing trying to figure out how exactly to ask how?

“I-I don’t—” You cut yourself off, observing the look Satoru and Suguru were sharing. Not frustration, anger, anything negative you might have expected. 

It was amused. A silent conversation passed that you were decidedly not a part of and you went from oh fuck to what the fuck? 

“Do you… know him?” You pointed the question at Suguru, who tore his eyes off the white haired man on your other side and suddenly the weight of both their attention was on you.

“Come here,” Suguru beckoned you to him, cocking his head and watching under low lashes as you slowly approached. Stopping once you were between his legs, your racing pulse picking up again as he skimmed his knuckles up your bare thigh and finally answered your question.

“Of course I do, Satoru has been my best friend since we were, what, fourteen?” He looked behind you as he asked and Satoru hummed from across the room.

“I was fifteen, close enough though.”

Suguru rolled his eyes, “Anyways, my point stands.” He set his eyes on you again, both hands gliding up the backs of your thighs with a smirk. “We absolutely know each other.” 

“Seems like someone’s been pretty busy lately, huh, Sugu?” Satoru spoke up behind you and you turned to look but Suguru caught your chin in one hand and held your face to him. 

“Very busy.” He agreed, holding your eyes with a sharp look. “No wonder she needs a tutor, shes getting fucked stupid every day that ends with ‘y’.” 

There was a burn you felt in not just your face, but in your belly that had your thighs squeeze a little. It didn’t go unnoticed by Suguru, who’s hand was high enough on your leg he was almost holding your ass.

You had no idea what to say, mostly because apologizing didn’t feel right since they didn’t even seem mad. 

You shifted a little under the weight of Suguru’s sharp eyes as you tried to just say something. “We never, like, talked about it. I didn’t think—”

“You’re right, we never even talked about it.” Satoru pitched in behind you, getting closer as he spoke, pulling your hair back and speaking close enough to your ear that his lips brushed the shell, making you shiver. “What if I wanted to go steady, sweetheart?”

“What if I wanted to go steady, hey princess?” Suguru piled on immediately, gripping your thigh and holding your chin as Satoru’s soft fingers traced the curve of your neck. Affronting every sense to make you feel almost dizzy just from their touch.

“You were really going to suck him off, and come kiss me barely even thirty minutes later?” Suguru questioned, tutting with disapproval. “Kinda slutty, don’t you think, Satoru?”

“So fucking slutty,” He hissed agreement in your ear and your breath caught.

“Act like a slut, get treated like a slut.” Suguru shrugged as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “Is that what you want, princess? To be our slut?” 

He didn’t give you a moment to answer, spinning you to face Satoru and pulling you to sit in his lap. Your miniskirt was hiked around your hips and Suguru had your legs spread wide open to Satoru. 

“Look at that,” The pad of a thick finger slid featherlight over your slick panties. Drenched through and sticking to your puffy pussy. “Good girls don’t get this wet from sucking cock, right Satoru?”

“You’re so right, Sugu,” He murmured back, eyes trained on where Suguru’s fingers were gliding, pressing everywhere but your clit. “But sluts definitely do,”

Suguru laughed, and you felt the reverberation of it in his chest pressed against your back. His lips brushed your ear as he spoke, “Is that why you didn't fuck him? Wanted to come fuck me instead?”

Satoru took a step closer, and you bit your lip, keeping your eyes on his. “Just couldn't say no to me though, isn't that right?” He trailed a finger through your cleavage, up your neck to hold your chin, pulling your lip free and leaning close. “Can't say no to me, can't say no to Sugu. Greedy and slutty, aren't you, sweetheart?”

“Someone wanted the whole cake tonight. Did you bite off more than you could handle, princess?” Suguru’s breath was hot in your ear and his hands never stopped going, peeling the ruined gusset of your panties to the side to expose your bare pussy to Satoru. His full lips parted, pale lashes lowering as Suguru used two fingers to spread your slick folds. 

A whimper left your lips, eyes unfocused as your head fell back to rest on Suguru’s shoulder. You could feel the purr of his voice as he spoke to Satoru, but all you could do was clutch at his muscled forearm.

“Go ahead, take them off.” 

Fingers curled around the waistband of your panties and pulled. You lifted your head, and Satoru was on his knees between yours and Suguru’s legs, looking up not at you, but at Suguru. 

“Don’t let her come until I say so,” Suguru instructed the man with his face not six full inches from your cunt, his smooth hands sliding up your thighs to push them further apart as he rolled his eyes.

“You’re no fun, Sugu,” Satoru licked a long stripe from hole to clit and your spine bowed off Suguru’s chest, a quick cry ripping from your throat as he flicked over the neglected bud. “You said you wanted to make her cry, right?”

“You’re such a complainer, this’ll be plenty of fun so don’t worry about that. Use your pretty mouth for something more useful than talking will ya?” Suguru teased and Satoru scoffed, but he did as he was told. Suguru kissed your cheek, trailing down to your neck. “You’ll cry for me, won’t you princess?”

You couldn’t answer, not with Satoru gliding through your folds, pointing his tongue and teasing at your drooling hole to make you keen. 

“Who’s face do you like making a mess on more? His,” Suguru dragged his tongue up your neck, the warm metal gliding firmly over your skin to make you shiver. “Or mine?” 

All you could do was whine out with Suguru latched on your throat, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. Palming your breast with one hand and carding his fingers through Satoru's hair to keep his face buried in your pussy.

It was possessive in a way and even as Satoru had you speared on his tongue, glasses fogged with his nose rubbing against your clit just right. He had your legs shaking in his hands and pressure ready to burst deep, but you couldn’t deny it. Suguru just had a talent for it and knew how to use that god damn piercing to make you sob when he put his mouth on you.

Again, you couldn’t answer and Suguru was well aware of what he was doing. Holding silence wasn’t right though because quickly Suguru had a hand in your hair turning your face to him, and the other that was on Satoru’s head pulled him off you and sent your climb to climax to a screeching halt. You choked on nothing, trembling in Suguru’s lap and Satoru yelped.

“Ow! The fuck—that hurt, asshole.” Satoru yanked his head back out of Suguru’s reach and rubbed a sore spot where his hair was pulled hard.

“Sorry, but you like it when she does it, right?” Suguru countered, not taking his eyes off you as you breathed hard and came down.

“That’s different,” Satoru snapped back and Suguru hummed, his hand dipping down to push two fingers into your hole and you twitched with sensitivity. He plunged them in and out slowly, curling up to hit a sweet spot deep inside. The sounds were obscene, slick coated his fingers and leaked down your ass, no doubt making a mess under you.

Suguru pulled your face to him, hand in your hair and tugging as his lips found yours. You moaned into his mouth as he fucked his long, thick digits into you and licked into your mouth, the barbell clicking against your teeth and sliding against your own tongue.

When he pulled his fingers from your pulsing cunt just as you started to feel pressure crest, you were kind of expecting it. Suguru could be soft and gentle, but he had the capacity to make you sob and beg for relief or release when he wanted. What he really wanted was for you to cry. So you didn’t stop the tears that slipped out at the ache of another lost release that twisted through your gut.

He broke the kiss and looked at your face, your trembling lip and glossy eyes, and smiled. He admired his own fingers next, the sticky translucent webs that stretched between when he scissored. 

And last, was Satoru. 

“Open your mouth,” Suguru ordered and Satoru scoffed. “Just do it, don’t be a brat.” Satoru glared, hesitating. But Suguru always got what he wanted, it didn’t matter who he wanted it from, and Satoru dropped his jaw slowly. Eyes flicking from you to Suguru, a mild flush tinging his pale cheeks. 

Fire flickered to new heights in your belly as you watched Suguru push his fingers into Satoru’s mouth. Suguru slid in and out, gliding over Satoru’s pink tongue and pale lashes fluttered a little as Suguru pushed in deep. 

“You’re so good Satoru, so fucking pretty,” Suguru purred praise to the man still on his knees between your legs, and a moan spilled out around those thick fingers stuffed in his mouth. “Be a good boy for me and suck,”

Satoru closed his full lips and held Suguru’s gaze as he licked and sucked your slick arousal off his fingers. Humming and moaning without hesitation, the blush across his face was deep but whatever uncertainty he had was gone now. He palmed his hard cock over his jeans, lashes fluttering at the mild relief, his other hand squeezing your thigh hard. Suguru rolled his hips up into you, grinding his own bulge against your ass. 

“You like watching, don’t you?” Suguru murmured in your ear and you didn’t even need to think, just nodded softly and immediately. Your pussy practically had its own pulse with how much need was throbbing through you.

You were right in the middle of and squirming around at whatever was happening around you. 

Sure, you'd dreamt of the possibility of having them both but it wasn't something you thought would happen in the real waking world. But here they both were, and you were watching them together. 

Suguru pulled out of Satoru’s mouth, a lewd string of saliva connecting them for a moment before it broke and hung from Satoru’s deep pink lips. You turned to the dark haired man, seeing a hint of flush across his face too.

“Sugu,” He put his dark gaze on you and hummed.

“Yes, princess?”

“I want to kiss Satoru,” You fluttered your lashes at Suguru, hand smoothing down his forearm and he chuckled.

“I bet you do, he's pretty hard to resist huh?” Suguru responded pointedly, his tone hinted at your lack of control not even an hour before, so you just pursed your lips and nodded. “Go on then, don't keep our poor pretty boy waiting.”

You turned back to Satoru to pull him in, but he was already on his feet, cupping your face and putting his lips on yours as you sat in Suguru’s lap. Feeling his thick cock rolling up against you from below as Satoru’s lips pressed yours open, tasting yourself on his tongue as he met yours. 

He pushed you back into Suguru’s chest and your fingers thread up through his soft hair. Your head rolled back onto Suguru’s shoulder, his hands on your waist and holding you in place as Satoru tugged your top down, freeing your tits and Suguru squeezed one as Satoru cupped the other. 

Satoru groaned into your mouth as you tugged his hair gently, and Suguru murmured in your ear, squeezing your nipple and twisting to make you squeal and break the kiss. 

“Take his cock out,” 

You didn’t question and didn’t hesitate to do exactly that, using both hands to open Satoru’s belt with a soft clink. You looked up at him as you popped the button on his jeans. 

“Take your shirt off, it’s in my way.” He grinned and obliged quickly, yanking it off in one motion and tossing it to the floor, leaving his glasses crooked on his face. You admired him for a moment, eyes roving the lean cut of his body, following the trail of snowy hair that led straight to what had your mouth practically watering again, and tugged his jeans and boxers low enough that his pale cock sprang free. 

A soft sigh left his lips as you wrapped a hand around the base, twisting a little on the glide up how you knew he liked it, pre leaking from the slit in his blushing tip. Suguru worked your tits, kneading and rolling and pinching, nipping at the skin of your neck while you pumped your hand on Satoru’s cock. 

He gripped Suguru’s broad shoulder with one hand and kissed you again, towering over and leaning you back on Suguru’s other shoulder. His other glided up your slit and you moaned into Satoru’s mouth as he slid two long fingers knuckle deep. Making the hand on his cock falter in its rhythm for a moment. 

It was like they had done this before, how perfectly they played off and with each other. Like you were a toy, and Satoru and Suguru were no stranger to sharing those.

“Greedy girl wanted both of us tonight, think you can handle us at the same time?” Suguru murmured, a lilt to his voice that hinted at amusement seeing you try to do just that. In lieu of a verbal response, your walls fluttered around Satoru’s fingers and his lips against yours.

“I felt that,” He smirked, barely pulling away from your mouth to speak. “Soaking wet just at the idea of taking both of us. You really are a fucking slut, aren't you baby?” 

“How many times did you beg me to fill you up just to get Satoru to fuck my cum back into you?” Suguru asked, his voice low like he wouldn’t have minded it and Satoru’s eyes glittered at those words. 

But you jumped to deny it because that was the one rule you held yourself to. It wasn't just sex, not with either of them. Sure it was casual but you cared about both of them, you liked both of them, a lot. 

It was just hard to decide between the two because when you asked yourself who you liked more… you weren't sure if there even was an answer to that.

“No, I never—ngh, never saw you both on the same day.” You whimpered out your claim at innocence, holding Satoru’s icy eyes through his smudged glasses. They flicked to Suguru and the man chuckled, the deep sound vibrating through your back.

“Well, you were going to kiss me with his cum in your mouth, so I guess that changed the first chance you had the opportunity.” Suguru retorted, pinching a nipple as Satoru thrust his fingers in deep and curled up, prodding an overworked spot inside as his thumb pressed up on your clit. 

There was no denying that one, not that you could. Writhing and keening in Suguru’s lap, your head thrown back and panting at the attention paid all over your body. Satoru rolled his hips slowly, fucking your fist knowing you were too overstimulated to move yourself. It was almost too much, but you could tell this was the beginning of whatever was about to happen.

“Hey Sugu, I think she's ready, yeah?” Satoru asked, pulling his fingers from your sticky cunt and showing the mess off to Suguru.

“Definitely, put her on the bed.” 

Satoru obeyed quickly. Biceps flexing as he lifted you off Suguru and tossed you to lie on your back. Tits bouncing as you hit the comforter, your knees pressed together under the weight of both their wandering eyes.

The attempt at modesty felt pathetic and didn't last. They each had a hand on a knee and pried your legs apart.

“Don’t be all shy now, sweetheart,” Satoru squeezed your leg and slid his hand down, smirking cheeky and too attractive for his own good. Head tilted and platinum bangs falling across his eyes.

“Sorry princess, but it's a little late to feign innocence.” Suguru said with mock pity, tilting his head at you. His fingers tugged the hem of his shirt up, and he pulled it over his head. You swallowed hard at his bare chest, broad and toned, his abs that rippled as his thick arms went up over his head, hair cascading around his shoulders as he tossed his shirt to the floor. Satoru looked him over as well, gaze sliding over his bare body.

Your eyes bounced back and forth, from Satoru—standing taller and leaner, to Suguru—only a couple of inches shorter than the man next to him, but he was broader, more muscled. It was almost funny how they held the same differences in their pants.

Where Satoru was longer, Suguru was thicker. 

Suguru walked around the bed and your eyes followed him as he stopped to stand on the side opposite Satoru.

“Come here,” He demanded, softly but firmly and you obliged, rolling over to crawl to him on all fours. Stopping only when you were inches from him. You knew what he wanted and had his pants undone and were pulling them down before he said another word. Strong fingers curled into your hair and held tight as you pulled his thick, veined cock free, head blushing deep and leaking.

He kicked his jeans off and got on the bed to kneel in front of you. Your hand wrapped around the base of his cock and glided up, thumb smearing pearly pre-cum beading at the slit.

Tummy tight with desire and mouth practically watering at the sight before you, about to lean in and lick his drooling tip, Suguru stopped you with that hand in your hair before you could. Wincing as he pulled you upright and long fingers curled into the hem of your shirt and tugged up. 

Satoru was behind you and pulling your shirt off, discarding it to the floor with theirs. 

“Wanna taste him sweetheart?” He murmured in your ear, hands sliding up your body to cup your breasts and you leaned back into his chest. His cock slid between your folds with your ass pressed to his hips and you moaned, nodding. Eyes on Suguru as he watched Satoru grind himself against you.

“Mhm, Sugu I wanna—ah, s-suck you,” Brows pinching, you reached for Suguru as Satoru held you close. The man in front of you chuckled softly and leaned in close, lips barely brushing yours. His hands closed around your hips, pushing and pulling you to grind against Satroru’s cock.

“I know you do, princess. Think you can be good and slutty for us and take Satoru while you're choking on me?” 

Oh fuck. The thought sent a shiver rushing up your spine, heat pooling in your belly to make you whine out and nod quickly. 

“Yes! Fuck, god yes—I want you both, please.” 

That was it. 

They shared a look over your shoulder and both leaned back simultaneously. Your miniskirt was shoved off quickly and discarded with the rest of all your clothes. Satoru held your hip and slid a hand up your spine, pushing down between your shoulder blades. Suguru had a hand in your hair again, the other held the base of his cock as your palms planted on his thighs. He pulled your head back to look up at him, your jaw dropping to let your mouth hang open, tongue out a little how you knew he liked. 

He smirked and slapped the tip of his cock on your tongue a few times, letting you taste the salty pre leaking. Satoru slid between folds, wetting himself further with your slick, squeezing your hip hard enough to ache. 

Suguru pushed in first. Using his grip in your hair to hold your head as he thrust in. Thick cock filling your mouth with just the first couple inches. Tongue gliding along the underside, lips stretched around him as he fucked into you, getting deeper as you started to adjust. 

As you got Suguru halfway in, Satoru was lined up to your entrance and slipping his cock in, pushing through your ring of tightening muscles. Your lashes fluttered at the stretch, moaning around Suguru as they both thrust into you.

“Fuck, you're so tight sweetheart,” Satoru moaned behind you, rolling his hips to drive deeper.  

“She likes getting her face fucked,” Suguru added with a mean snap deep into your throat just to make you gag and clench around Satoru.

“I know that,” Satoru snapped back, hips slapping your ass as he shoved all the way in and forced you further onto Suguru’s cock. Eyes watering and whimpering at the fullness from both ends. 

“You seem to like this a lot, if only you'd been honest earlier we could’ve been fucking you together months ago.” Satoru said regretfully and Suguru shared the sentiment with a chastising look down at you. 

“Did it get you wet, going between two guys any time you wanted?” Suguru asked, thumb brushing your cheek to swipe through a wet track. Still sliding in and out of your mouth, his cock hitting the back of your throat. “Did you ever touch yourself thinking about having both of us like this?” 

“Fuck Sugu,” Satoru whined, driving deep and stilling as your pussy fluttered around him. “She's squeezing the shit out of me every time you talk to her,”

Suguru looked up at Satoru with a smug smirk, not stopping the movement of his hips. “Are you really complaining about good pussy?” He scoffed a laugh and glanced back at you. “Has he not been fucking you properly?”

“I fuck her just fine,” Satoru hissed back, bottoming out again with a harsh thrust that pushed you into Suguru again and you whimpered. “Isn't that right, baby?” Satoru asked, like you could fucking answer with Suguru's cock halfway down your throat, just focusing on breathing through your nose as they drove into you with a coordinated rhythm. 

Finally, Suguru pulled your head and angled his hips and your nose buried in the dark hair at the base of his cock. “Oh fuuuck, that's it, princess.” He groaned, hand smoothing over your throat to feel the bulge of his cock deep. “Take it all like such a good girl—god you feel so fucking good.”

Tears streaming and drool streaked down your chin, the praise sent heat to your already pulsing cunt. Making you moan around him and tighten around Satoru.

“Fuck yeah she does,” Satoru groaned, gripping an asscheek in each hand and spreading to watch his cock slide in and out. “So fucking good,”

“Does he feel good, princess? You gonna come on his pretty cock like a good, slutty girl?” Suguru crooned, leaking warm pre-cum deep in your throat and you barely responded, humming a muffled confirmation as you blinked up at him. 

Dizzy with pressure and pleasure that sparked like electricity all the way to your toes. You'd long since lost track of time and only when the barely audible shouting of five came from downstairs and cut through the fog, did you remember you were about to roll into the new year.

Starting it off between two guys and stuffed from either end. The wholesome, good ol’ fashioned way!

“Sorry, princess.” Suguru said to you and looked up, locking eyes with Satoru as the crowd shouted four!

“Satoru,” He said, his voice low and rough and filled with desire you could hear and see on his face.

Three!

“Suguru,” Satoru replied breathlessly and you didn’t need to see his face, you could hear how wrecked he looked.

They both stilled for just a moment, Suguru's hand in your hair tight enough to sting, Satoru clutching your hip with bruising grip.

Two!

They moved at the same time. In sync in a way that only people who'd spent years paying attention to each other could be.

Satoru reached and thread his fingers through Suguru’s long, silky hair. Suguru held the back of Satoru's head, gripping the nape of his neck. They pulled each other close, shoved as deep as possible in you as they shared a breath.

One!

Satoru closed the distance, putting his lips on Suguru's as the crowd exploded into cheers. It was light and experimental at first, but it deepened when Satoru tilted his head and Suguru pressed Satoru's mouth open. The white haired man moaned as his tongue met Suguru's. Tasting and feeling the warm metal of that barbell as it clicked against his teeth.

All you could do was whimper and squirm at what was happening above you, hearing the chu of their lips sliding together, the little noises Satoru made as Suguru held him close and licked into his mouth. The need in their panting breaths that made you wonder if this was even the first time they'd kissed.

It wasn't.

Suguru bit Satoru, sharp teeth sinking into the plush of his lower lip for a moment. He whimpered, and was cut off when Suguru captured his mouth again. 

Still buried to the hilt in your cunt, Satoru rolled his hips to chase friction and pushed deeper, moaning around Suguru’s tongue. Making you whine out and claw at Suguru's thick thigh as his drooling tip grinded against your cervix. Suguru offered no relief though, his grip firm in your hair and hips angled to make shallow thrusts deep in your throat and you started to choke on his cock with tears blurring your vision.

Finally, they broke apart after an eternity keeping you pinned between them and Suguru pulled out of your mouth. You gasped for breath and coughed, saliva stringing from your lips to his cock as you spluttered. 

“You okay, princess?” He asked, tilting your face up to him. Eyes dark with blown pupils and lips glossed with his and Satoru’s spit. You sniffed and nodded and Suguru smiled, taking his cock in hand again. “You ready?”

“Mhm,” Your jaw dropped, tongue out and Suguru fed you his cock inch by inch.

They both picked up the pace, Suguru fucking your throat properly as Satoru drove his leaking cock deep, dragging against a sweet spot that had your lashes fluttering.

“Make her come, Satoru. Our girl's been so good, taking us both so fucking perfect.” Suguru ordered, glancing back and forth between you both. 

“You’re so right, Sugu,” Satoru purred, a hand sliding down your thigh, fingertips grazing lightly back up the inside to tease a little. Tracing your cunt stretched around his cock and hissing as he felt himself dragging in and out. “So perfect, like she was made for us.” 

Finally, your eyes rolled in your fucking skull and a loud moan slipped out around Suguru’s cock as the pad of Satoru’s fingers pressed up on your throbbing clit. 

It was instant, how your whole body glittered with electricity and they both recognized it. Fucking into you faster, harder, pushing and pulling your mushy mind between them to spin dizzyingly until all you could feel was their cocks and the pressure that had you ready to explode. 

Gripping Suguru’s thigh hard, nails digging into the muscle as he groaned, head falling back and his cock pulsing in your throat.

Satoru panted your name, toying your twitching clit as he leaned down and put his heavy, sweat slicked chest on your back, lips brushing your ear. “Gonna come for me, yeah? Be a good girl and make a mess on my cock like Sugu said, okay?”

How in the hell could you ever say no to that? Your body certainly couldn't. 

The first wave hit like a truck and your eyes squeezed shut as your spine bowed. Your scream stifled and held in your throat by Suguru's cock shoved deep. 

Suguru groaned low in his chest and Satoru started babbling, cock twitching and ready to spill into your spasming cunt. 

“Oh fuck yes,” He gasped, slamming balls deep as you convulsed with every messy circle he rubbed. “Feel so good, god damn—it's driving me fucking crazy watching you suck him like that. So fucking perfect, right Sugu?” 

“Mhm, for such a slut, she's a pretty good girl,” Suguru put both hands in your hair, holding your head in place as he fucked your face at a dizzying pace, panting between words as he worked himself closer to release. “Hey princess? Gonna be a good girl and let Satoru fill that slutty pussy up?” 

You couldn’t answer, arms buckling but Satoru held you up, not stopping the ministrations on your overworked bud or the slap of his hips against your ass as he dug his cock into that sweet, tender spot over and over. 

So Satoru answered for you. 

“Fuck yeah,” He grunted, hair tickling your shoulder as his head dropped, “She's gonna take it all. Loves taking my cum—hah, walking back to class still dripping—fuck.” 

“Fucking him at school? Mnh—now that's slutty,” Suguru chided, a moan slipping out. “Both of you, actually.”

“Oh my god,” Satoru whined, pace erratic and growing sloppy. “Fuck—I'm-I'm gonna—” He cut himself off with a loud groan, biting down on your shoulder as he squeezed you tight. You felt the kick deep and he shuddered. His cock spurted, filling you with warmth as he flooded you with cum. Spilling more with every jerky snap of his hips as he fucked it deeper.

You keened, feeling it seep out around his cock and dribble down your thigh. Blinking up at Suguru with bleary eyes. He pulled out of your throat and slid his throbbing cock over your tongue. Hair falling around his flushed face as he gazed down at you with lips parted.

“Hold it, okay princess? Don't swallow yet.” He said breathlessly and his cock pulsed on your tongue. His hips stuttered and he spilled into your mouth with a groan. Cock kicking as shot after shot of hot, salty cum filled your mouth and you fought the urge to swallow and cough. Fresh tears streamed but you kept your eyes on Suguru. Body twitching as Satoru pumped into you with short thrusts, pushing you past overstimulated as they filled you in tandem.

Suguru loosened his grip in your hair, breathing heavy and running one hand through his thick, black locks. Satoru unlatched from your shoulder and you pursed your lips as Suguru pulled out of your mouth.

He helped you sit back, and you sagged against Satroru’s chest, keeping him seated inside you. Cunt full of his cum and mouth still full of Suguru’s.

“Kiss him, give our pretty boy a taste.” Suguru instructed and you were so fucking dazed you didn't really understand what he was saying.

Not until Satoru had your face in his hand and turned you to look at him. Pale cheeks flushed, usually brilliantly bright eyes dark with wide pupils, unobscured by his glasses. Hair a mess, stuck with sweat around his forehead and temples. 

“Kiss me, sweetheart.” Your mouths met and his tongue teased the seam of your lips. Finally catching up, fire flared again and you spit Suguru's warm cum into Satoru’s mouth. 

He reacted instantly, moaning at the taste and rolling his hips up into you. Nails digging into his forearm, your mouth opened with a whimper, tongue meeting his as the kiss deepened. 

“Mmph—wha—” You pulled away and started as Suguru pushed you both to lay back, but were quickly shut up by Satoru dragging you back in. Heavy eyes fluttered shut again as you let your weight rest on Satoru. Sharing the taste of Suguru as your tongues slid together, big hands keeping your legs spread. 

“Mm!” You jolted and broke the kiss, eyes flying open to the sight of Suguru flicking his tongue on your sensitive clit. “Ohh fuck, S-Suguuu,” You whined, brows pinched as that fucking barbell hit and made your legs tremble. Still stuffed with Satoru’s cock, he held you close with an arm wrapped under your chest. 

All you could do was watch as Suguru glided lower and drove you fucking mad tracing where you were connected to Satoru.

“Mnh, ohh shit,” Satoru hissed, feeling metal pressed firmly to his cock, and his best friends tongue gliding to collect the mix of cum and slick seeping out. “F-fuck, feels so good, doesn't it sweetheart? Love how Sugu uses that f-fucking thing—holy shit,” 

Satoru rolled his hips up, fucking into you with slow, shallow strokes as Suguru worked your twitching clit.

It was so much, too much. Already spent and being forced back up, belly clenching and squeezing around Satoru. No words, just noises escaped you, pitched and choked and getting stuck in your sore throat.

“Hold her there for me.” Suguru said and Satoru obliged, holding your thigh as Suguru released it. “Let’s get you prepped, princess.” 

You wanted to ask what the hell does that mean? But you choked on “Wha—” When he spat right on your connection to the man under you and two thick fingers pushed into your already very full entrance. The stretch of it burned and your body tensed, clamping down around Satoru to make him jolt and hiss. 

“Hey, relax, you gotta loosen up a little for me, okay baby?” Suguru spoke low and soothing, stilling for a moment and letting you adjust to the stretch and pressure filling you. Your skin was on fire, trembling in their grip and sucking uneven gulps of air in. But you licked your lips and nodded a little, wanting to try it, trusting both of them to stop if you said it was too much.

A few deep breaths and you'd eased enough to let Suguru push a little deeper and he hummed in approval. 

“That’s it, I know it's a lot but you're doing so good, princess.” Suguru purred to you, thrusting in and out slowly, rubbing against Satroru’s cock to elicit pitched noises from the man under you. “You wanted both of us, right? Gotta make sure you can handle all that.”

A quick cry ripped out of you, fluttering around everything filling you as Suguru flicked his tongue on your clit. He drew back, and slipped a third finger inside. It was brutal, like you'd never felt before but still pleasurable with that metal ball hitting over and over, synced with every thrust and crook of his fingers.

One hand carded through his hair, threading into silky strands and holding. The other gripping Satoru’s forearm, hard enough to leave a mark on his soft, pale skin. 

It happened fast. Your own climax sneaking up on you to hit and punch the air from your lungs. Back arching, head thrown back with a guttural cry. Hips trying to buck wildly but held in place at the hands of each man that had some part of them inside you as you gushed on Satoru’s cock all over again. 

Suguru pulled his hand free and you and Satoru both whimpered as his digits retreated. You went limp on Satoru’s chest as Suguru leaned over you both, a smirk on his shiny lips. “Open up,” He said, voice rough and those deep violet eyes on Satoru’s. 

Watching as the man under you parted his lips and opened his mouth to Suguru, a lewd, creamy drip of saliva and your slick and Satoru’s cum fell from his lips and landed on the other's tongue, and Satoru held it in his mouth. Turning to you, he took your face in hand and your mouths met. Opening to him and tasting that filthy mix on his tongue.

The moment you broke apart, Suguru was pulling you to sit up. You winced as Satoru’s cock slipped out, a little sore but Suguru had you in his lap and his tongue down your throat to make you forget all about that. Replacing everything in your head with the desire to be speared on his fat cock.

And lucky for you, Suguru was going to give you what you wanted. Even luckier? Satoru was going to help.

Suguru pulled you down with him, tits squished against his bare chest as his back hit the bed. Hair fanned out around his head and looking up at you, one hand on your waist and the other cupping the nape of your neck.

Slippery with Satoru’s cum leaking out, smearing on your thighs and dripping onto Suguru’s abs. He rolled up to slide his cock through your soaked folds and you clutched his bicep, gripping that dragon curling around him. 

Satoru was behind you, tapping your hip. “Lift your ass up, sweetheart. Yeahhh, just like that,” Your hips canted back and Satoru positioned you with one hand and held the base of Suguru’s cock with the other. 

The man under you sucked a sharp breath through clenched teeth as Satoru guided his thick tip to your messy, leaking hole.Your lip caught in your teeth as Satoru pushed you down a little, cunt stretching to take the first inch.

A moan pitched up into a whine as Satoru held your hips and dragged you further down onto Suguru’s cock. He groaned, squeezing the fat of your ass and bucking up to drive deeper as you started to fuck yourself on his cock with Satoru’s help.

“Still feeling greedy baby?” Suguru asked with a mean stroke that had him nearly bottomed out. Satoru piled right on, figuratively and literally.

You felt his slender cock slip between your legs, rubbing against Suguru’s. “Feel how fucking soaked she is, definitely ready for more.” 

“You want Satoru in here too? Ready for us to wreck this slutty little pussy together?” Suguru asked, not stopping the grind of his hips up to yours, holding your neck and waiting for a response. 

“I want Satoru, too.” You pouted, lips pushed out. He was right, they might wreck you like this. But the thought just made whatever was already burning hot in your belly spark further and you asked for it—begged for it without another thought. “I wanna feel both of you, please Sugu. I need you, need Satoru in me too, please.”

“Fuck, can’t say no to that, can we Sugu?” Satoru hummed behind you and Suguru smirked, eyes narrowing further.

“You’re so pretty when you beg, princess. Go on Satoru, give our girl what she wants.” 

He wasted no time. A wide palm slipped up your spine and pushed you down to lie flush against Suguru’s chest. Satoru squeezed your ass, holding a cheek and spreading you wide. He lined up with the cock already inside, and Suguru smoothed his palm over your back in a comforting motion. 

“Ready sweetheart? Biiiig stretch,” Satoru drawled, pressed hard to your entrance and all it took was a few slight rolls of his hips and the head of his cock popped right in with how slick you all were. 

But it stole your breath almost immediately and you gasped for air as both of them hissed as you tensed up. Your cunt ached with biting pain at being forced open so wide you thought you might tear and you started to panic.

“Oh fuck! Too much too much too much!” You cried, heaving fast, ragged breaths as fresh tears spilled at the ache. “I-I-I don’t th-think I can—”

Suguru said your name softly, his arm circling your body to hold you close, the other caressing your hot cheek. “Hey hey hey, deep breath, okay?” You swallowed hard and did as he said, a little shaky on the inhale and puffing your cheeks to blow out. “Perfect, keep going, just like that,” 

Doing as Suguru asked, you took in lungfulls of air. Every nerve on your body lit up, the ache still sharp but starting to wane slightly with both Satoru and Suguru stilled inside you. Satoru barely moved, just rubbing his thumb over your hip as he held gently. 

“Try to relax a little, like you did before, okay?” Suguru said, still rubbing your back and you focused on your breaths, on letting the tension that wound through you, loosen. Eyes sliding shut as your shoulders drooped a little, tummy resting on Suguru as your spine dropped, hips lifting with the motion and you instantly felt relief. 

“Oh yes, that’s it sweetheart, you’re doing so good,” Satoru moaned your praise and Suguru affirmed it quickly.

“He’s right, you’re doing so good for us princess. Satoru is going to move a little, okay? If it hurts we can stop, sound good?” You nodded and Suguru hummed, palm settled on the small of your back. 

“I’m gonna push in, go a little deeper. Tell me how it feels, okay sweetheart?” Satoru asked and your belly fluttered, humming as you nodded. He held your hips with both hands and pulled back a fraction, then sank in slowly. You breathed deep as you were filled with pressure, and Satoru stilled again another inch deeper. 

The ache was dull, you felt the intensity of the stretch and it was hot, but it didn’t hurt. 

It felt… good. Full already but wanting to keep going to see if you really could take both of them.

“Feels good, Satoru. ‘m so full but… I wanna keep—ah, wanna keep going,” You panted, looking back over your shoulder to see excitement light up his flushed face. 

“Yeah? You like how it feels getting filled by me and Sugu?” He asked, voice filled with breathless enthusiasm and you nodded. 

God, you did like it. 

“Yeah you do. You’re taking us so well, I think you can handle a little something more.” Satoru pulled back, barely, just enough to feel the friction of it. “I’m gonna push back in, and we’re gonna see how deep you can take my cock. How does that sound sweetheart?” 

“You tell him when to stop, okay princess? If it’s too much, tell us.” Suguru cut in and you nodded, looking up at him, then Satoru. 

“I will, I’m ready, Satoru,” You took another breath, letting your weight rest fully on Suguru as Satoru started to move his hips. His cock sliding against Suguru’s as he worked deeper. Ache like a mild cramp lingered with them both deep, splitting you open with every thrust Satoru made. 

“Fuck,” Satoru grunted behind you, hands squeezing your hips hard enough to feel the ache of it bone deep. But it was drowned out with how crammed full you were, somehow still taking more as Satoru forced himself in further. Breathing hard and watching himself disappear into you, squeezed against Suguru’s length. “That’s it, sweetheart. So good, fuck you both feel—ngh—so good,” 

“You like how it feels, baby?” Suguru took your face in hand and turned you to look up at him, seeing the light blush across his high cheeks, a few pieces of hair stuck with sweat to his neck. Lip catching in your teeth, a whine reverberating in your throat as you clutched his bicep, nails digging at the ink wrapping around. “Greedy girl, getting your tight little hole stretched by both of us and loving it.”

God, it sounded so wrong but shit was he ever right. 

“You want more? Think you can handle all of us?” Suguru questioned, a slim dark brow up and condescension dripping in his voice. Both their hands wandering, pawing at your overheated flesh.

“So tight,” Satoru hissed, leaning over you to put his warm, sweat slicked chest on your back, pinning you between their bodies and bringing his face close. “You can make it all fit for us though, right sweetheart?” 

His breath was hot in your ear, hips angled down to rub against Suguru’s cock and push into a sensitive spot that had your eyes threatening to flutter shut. 

Suguru groaned low in his chest at the way you tightened and squeezed him and Satoru harder together, and he dragged you to meet his mouth. Tongue slipping past your lips, metal clicking against your teeth to explore your mouth. His kiss thieved thought from your dizzy mind. Stealing your attention as Satoru kept going, moaning so pretty in your ear as the leaking head of his cock rubbed against Suguru’s.

You felt every vein pressed into your slick walls, every ridge that caught as you were molded to accommodate them. 

Tongue tangled with Suguru’s, breathing hard and adjusting as they stilled deep. Satoru latched to your throat, sucking at the soft skin where your pulse was thrumming. His palm slipped low, pressing low on your belly and you whined into Suguru’s mouth at the maddening pressure. Starting to squirm between them at the sensation. 

“God—ahh yeah,” Satoru gasped against your neck, nipping at the dark blotchy mark as you pulsed around them. “Need to get moving. Ready baby?” 

Breaking from Suguru’s lips as he let you come up for air and to answer Satoru, you heaved breaths and swallowed hard, lips slick with spit and body twitching at the way they throbbed inside you. Aching to move the moment you said the word.

“Mhm…” Pretty sure neither of them were fully seated, you couldn’t even think about how much more stuffed you were about to be. You just knew you needed movement too, the stillness was driving you fucking crazy and you glanced from Suguru as he caressed your face, to Satoru as he rubbed up your arm to wrap a hand over your shoulder. “Feels s’good, I wa-want more, please.” 

That was it, Suguru moved to hold your ass, and Satoru used the hand on your shoulder for leverage as he pulled back. The friction of the slow drag out drawing noises from all three of you. The thrust back in forced a cry out of you, pussy squelching wetly as his cock slid through your glistening folds to dig deeper than before.

“This what you were missing, princess?” Suguru, who had been still and letting Satoru set the pace, murmured to you and rolled his hips up as Satoru pulled back. Driving his thick cock deep and pushing into the hand still pressed to your bulging belly. 

Jaw dropped, a pitched whine crawled up your throat and your eyes squeezed shut. Suguru pulled back as Satoru sank in again, cocks rubbing together as they slid through your walls. “Bouncing back and forth between us to satisfy this needy pussy. Didn't work though, did it? This is what she needed, isn't that right?”

There was no answer in your head that you could even try to force out. Panting for breath, your head dropped to the crook of Suguru’s neck and you buried your face there, silky hair tickling your cheek. The only movement you could make was your hips rocking with theirs, earning their speed picking up.

“S-Sugu—oh fuck,” Satoru’s fingers carded through long, dark locks, still holding your belly and gazing into narrow darkened eyes with his face so close their breaths mingled. “I can f-feel you, right there.” He pressed firmly and Suguru pushed into his hand, swollen with how stuffed full you were. Whining into Suguru’s neck as your walls fluttered around them.

Suguru gripped the back of his head, tugging a handful of soft, snowy hair to bring Satoru’s flushed face closer. “Yeah? Like feeling my cock? Fuck, both of you, so needy.” 

Satoru whined, brows pinched and pressing closer, squishing you harder into Suguru with his heavy body. Cock twitching as his lips grazed Suguru’s. 

Satoru let his mouth fall open, head leaning to the side as he, with you sandwiched between their hard, sweaty bodies and drooling onto Suguru’s neck, was dragged down to crash his lips to Suguru's.

Tongues tangled, fingers raked through and gripped hair, muffled groans and moans and the wet, lewd sound of thrusts getting faster filled the room. Pistoning hard enough to make you sob, Satoru's cock spearing deep to kiss your cervix with his leaking tip, being split right in half on Suguru’s girth. 

Feeling like you may break on every thrust, but loving the juxtaposition between the two men cramming themselves into you. The differences you couldn't get enough of, that got you in this very situation, you had it all. 

Shit, was Suguru right? Were you greedy?

Yeaahhhh… 

“Ohh shit… sorry baby,” Suguru murmured into Satoru’s mouth, shifting under you and starting to sit up. They stilled in you, Satoru peeling from your overheated skin and they supported your limp, trembling body as they straightened to kneel. “Bite me, scratch me, whatever, but I need you to take this.” 

Blissed out, you held onto his shoulder and neck, cheek resting on his collarbone and nodding weakly, gazing with hazy eyes up at the two. Their big hands all over your body, under your thighs and ass, holding you up and open.

“Be good and go dumb on our cocks,” Satoru nipped at your neck again, arm wrapped under your breasts and rolling a nipple, the other dipping low to brush over your stomach. “I'll get you back on track with a few sessions.”

“If you're not busy fucking in the bathroom,”

“You sound jealous, Sugu,” Satoru grinned and the dark haired man scoffed. He wasn't jealous. That was ridiculous, both you and Satoru had to go out of your way to see Suguru, and you both did. It was easy for you and Satoru to fuck, convenient and served up five days a week. 

“Ohh, look at that,” Satoru breathed, gazing down your body and pulling you flush to him as he leaned back and gave Suguru a full view. “I can see you, fuck thats filthy.” 

Suguru observed the way your stomach poked out softly, and the way it moved when he rolled his pelvis.

“Shit, thats so fucking hot,” Suguru pressed his palm low, your head fell back onto Satoru’s shoulder with a whine and he pushed into his own hand. “Feel that? Feel me in there? I'm gonna put my cum riiight there.” 

Like it was a timed event they'd prepared for, both men drove up into you in sync. Filled to the brim and shocked you had space for organs anymore. 

You could barely whine as they moved together, just panting for shallow breath. The knot in your full belly tightening as the friction of one cock dragging out while the other shoved back in lit fire under your skin. You clawed at both of them, nails digging into Suguru’s shoulder and reaching up to grip the nape of Satoru's neck, grabbing a handful of hair.

“Gonna take my cum too, right? Gonna take it all when we both fill this perfect little pussy up?” He murmured right in your ear and Suguru leaned close, mouth almost on yours but holding back as he snapped his hips up.

“Gotta come and milk it all out of us, can you do that princess? Come hard and make a nice big mess on our cocks?” 

“Fuck oh my goddd,” You whined, assaulted on all fronts, held in place and used. Fucked like a toy they didn’t just pass back and forth, but shared. Liked it better like that, when they could cover every inch of you with their hands and mouths and feel each other's cocks, taste each other's cum. 

Keening into Suguru’s mouth, he squeezed your thighs, fingers dimpling the fat. Satoru latched onto your neck, hair tickling your skin to make you shiver. Still groping at your tit, his other hand dipped lower, finding your clit and pressing up to make your eyes fucking roll.

God, you almost came right there. 

Exploding with need, clit twitching under the pad of Satoru’s finger as they fucked mercilessly up into you. Suffocated by Suguru's tongue, rolling with yours and gliding metal through your mouth. Your trembling fingers thread into thick, dark strands, holding his head close. 

Fuck. It hit hard and fast again. Taking a pathetic amount of attention paid to your clit, that knot low in your tummy snapping free and sending electricity rippling through. Cunt pulsing in waves, toes pointing and breaking from Suguru to throw your head back on Satoru’s shoulder with a cracked moan. 

Slick leaked, coating their cocks and dripping from their tightened balls. Smearing and frothing up as they kept up the punishing, alternating rhythm. Feeling like they may break you and loving it. Satoru let out a drawn out moan, pitching up as he bit your neck hard. Suguru licked a stripe up the other side and sucked as you twitched violently in their arms, drool leaking and streaking down your chin.

“Mnnh… Suguruuu,” Satoru whined, tilting his head to peer at the man laving the other side of your neck. He hummed and met Satoru’s hazy gaze, electric blue burning into violet that held solid. “I’m gonna—fuck… I'm gonna come.”

Suguru pulled off you with a wet pop! Bringing his face close to Satoru, barely letting their lips touch even as the man behind you leaned forward to chase his dizzying kiss. Still rubbing absentminded circles on your clit to make you sob and spasm on their twitching cocks. 

“Go ahead, come when you need to, but you're gonna keep fucking her until I come too.” He pushed you and Satoru back until he hit the bed, and you both cried out as Suguru shoved deep with a mean snap of his hips. You squeezed around them tighter with the position and Satoru was already about to lose it. 

“Gonna be good and pump our girl till she's leaking? Come deep in this pussy and fuck it all back in with me like a good boy?” Suguru questioned, breathless and fucking into you fast and hard with leverage on his side. Holding your thighs high and wide and pounding like he hated your pussy. 

“Yes! Fuck—I'll be good—I'll be so good!” Satoru cried, head thrown back and hips stuttering up, leaking tip dragging through your walls. Ready to burst again with Suguru grinding against his cock with every plunge in and out. “I won't stop, need to feel it when you come—mnnh, need to feel you both come.” 

Dark hair flipped to the side, falling around their faces like a curtain of silk and Suguru dropped his face close again. 

“So pretty, such a good boy. Come for me, Satoru,” Suguru crashed his mouth to Satoru’s and the man under both of you opened instantly. Whine muffled around Suguru’s tongue, clutching his inked bicep. Bucking up wildly and toying your slippery clit, pinching and flicking to make you writhe as they fucked you until Satoru’s cock jumped deep and he moaned loud into Suguru’s mouth.

His pace became erratic and uneven. Full body twitching violently under you and whining out, “Oh fuck ohh f-fuck,” Into Suguru’s mouth as he did just as the man said, and came. 

Warmth flooded, every hard twitch of his cock spilled thick ropes of cum deep. Feeling his flushed tip pulsing, painting your cervix as he lifted and grinded his hips into you. Fluttering around them as their breaths mingled, Suguru dragged over and over on an abused spot. 

Pushed and pulled between them, watching as they gave into each other again and used you as a sleeve to stick their cocks in and rub together. 

Not that you were really minding being stuffed in the middle and forced to come over and over, to take so much cum you were already leaking and still had more to be pumped in.

Messy? Yeah you were really fucking messy now.

Satoru didn't stop, he really was such a good boy. His hand kept working your sensitive clit, kept driving up into you to fuck his cum back into you with Suguru. Whining and panting and slick with sweat but not daring to stop when Suguru tasted so good, when they slid together so perfectly inside you, slick with his cum and yours. Dying to feel that thick cock pulse and flood your pussy right along with him.

It was enough to send you right over again. This time tinged with the ache of being stretched too full for too long. Belly contracting as a cry tore from your throat, walls clenched to grip tight and Satoru whimpered but didn't stop moving and Suguru groaned deep in his chest and broke from Satoru, putting his attention back on you as you writhed. 

“Fuck—feel so good baby, liked taking Satoru’s cum, ready for mine? Want me to fill you the fuck up?” He murmured into your mouth, the snap of his hips getting faster as he edged closer to release and you keened and nodded in a short jerky motion. “Words, princess.”

That was Suguru. Loved watching you struggle harder when you were already at your limits. 

“Yes! Fuck—fi-fill me up, Sugu—please!” You cried, breath short and desperate but not having the will or energy to give a fuck about appearances. Leaking one man's cum and begging for another’s. 

“Ohh fuck,” He slammed in balls deep and ground his hips, throbbing against Satoru who bucked up to fill you at the same time and your cunt fluttered. “Such a good girl, gonna fuck all this cum right where it belongs, y-yeah?” He stuttered, gasping as he hunched and dropped his face to yours.

Lips pressed open and tongues met as he groaned into your mouth and pulsed deep. Flooding you with shot after shot of wet warmth. His cum mixing with Satoru's and leaking out around them. Dribbling down your ass to make a mess on Satoru’s abs, slicking the patch of hair at the base of his cock. 

That barbell clicked against your teeth as he licked into your mouth once more and stilled inside you with Satoru, panting hard under you and spent. Suguru pulled back and observed you both, looking exhausted and half dead, but knowing Satoru would be back up and ready in ten minutes.

“Ready princess? I’m gonna grab a fancy towel from this rich asshole,” Suguru sat up and you nodded, resting your head back on Satoru’s shoulder as he pulled his cock from your sore cunt and you winced. Immediately feeling cum seeping out and you squeezed your legs shut to hold it. Suguru strode off, hair swaying down his back and his cute, round ass on full display.

You let your eyes slide shut, turning your head to nuzzle into Satoru’s neck and he hummed. Arms slipping around you to hold tight. Pressing his cheek to your head.

“Feel okay? It wasn't too much?” Satoru, sweet, sweet Satoru murmured to you. Tracing patterns on your sticky skin and you put your hand on his, thumb rubbing his knuckles.

“A lot, yeah. But no, it was perfect. Whose idea was it though?”

“Collaborative effort, but… I might’ve pushed harder for it.” He almost sounded sheepish, like he hadn't just fucked you raw with his best friend, kissed said best friend and swallowed his cum. “Sugu isn't always the biggest fan of sharing.” 

You snorted, “And you are?”

“Better than him,” He chuckled. 

The man himself emerged and waltzed back in, damp washcloth on hand and hair tied up in a sleek knot. He always somehow had a hair elastic, no matter the situation. It was pretty handy actually.

“Alright princess, let’s get you off him,” Suguru started scooping you up and Satoru groaned under you.

“As much as I do love having you here, my back is killing me.” 

“Yeah, same. But my pussy,” You all chuckled a little but you winced and sucked a sharp breath as Satoru slipped out. Empty after being so full. “Ooh, oh my god…” 

Huffing a breath, you laid back on the bed rolling your shoulders as Suguru parted your legs and ran the warm washcloth over your puffy, swollen pussy. Pursing your lips and humming flatly.

Satoru stood and reached up, stretching his arms and back and walking off to a dresser. Butt naked and no regard for the windows and huge glass doors he strode past.

“What are you doing?” Suguru questioned, wiping your thighs.

“Snooping,” Satoru chirped back.

“Oh,” That spurred a question to the forefront of your brain and you looked at Suguru. “How did you guys, um… figure it out?”

He smirked, head tilting and bangs falling over a brow. “Saw you two scurrying upstairs and you coming back down with sex hair twenty minutes later.” He cast a glance off at Satoru who was looking everywhere but your direction. “He broke immediately and then begged to fuck you together.”

“I already told her that,” Satoru snapped back. “And I did not beg. Strongly suggested.”

“Riiight,” Suguru drawled, rolling on the bed to lie next to you and dragging you into his side. You curled happily, head resting on his chest, arm slung over his muscled middle.

Not finding whatever he'd been hoping for, or just feeling left out, the bed dipped next to you and Satoru fitted himself around you, arm thrown over you to sit palm flat on Suguru’s sternum. The dark haired man rubbed circles on your shoulder and thread his fingers into Satoru’s hair. Massaging through the soft strands to make the man behind you melt.

“Happy new year you two,” Suguru sighed and you hummed.

“Very happy new year,”

“So, we set a new standard for this year, yeah?” Satoru mumbled and you chuckled.

“So greedy,”

God, you could have fallen asleep like that, slotted perfectly between them. 

But the doorknob rattled and you and Suguru lifted your heads. Seeing if the person would get the hint and scram.

Just your fucking luck though.

“What the—who the fuck is in my room?”