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And you’re so used to it, the casual touching, the way they both smell faintly of cedar and whatever cologne they stole from each other, that you never question how heavy their breathing gets when you shift and your ass presses back against Eren’s hips.

You yawn, stretch like a cat, and announce it without thinking.

“I’ve got a date tomorrow night.”

The room doesn’t freeze. Not exactly.

But the lazy thumb on your thigh stops dead. Toru’s fingers pause mid-scratch against your scalp. The only sound left is the muffled explosions from the television and the sudden harsh rhythm of Eren’s exhale through his nose.

“A date,” Eren repeats. Flat. Like he’s tasting something bitter.

“Yeah,” you hum, oblivious, scrolling through your phone now. “This guy from chem. He’s cute. Kinda tall. Said he’d take me to that new ramen place downtown.”

Toru’s voice comes quieter than usual. Almost gentle. “Tomorrow.”

“Mhm.” You tilt your head back to look up at him, smiling all sweet and glassy-eyed like you always do when you’re happy. “Why? You guys wanna come third-wheel? I can ask if he’s cool with it.”

Eren laughs, but it’s wrong. Sharp, with no humor in it at all.

He shifts under you suddenly, strong hands clamping around your hips, keeping you pinned right where you are. You squeak in surprise, thighs squeezing together on instinct.

“No,” he says. Low and dangerous. “We don’t wanna third-wheel, princess.”

Toru’s hand slides from your hair down to your throat…not choking, just… holding. Collarbone to jaw. His thumb brushing the soft skin under your chin so you have to look at him.

“You’re not going,” he murmurs.

You blink up at him, lashes fluttering. “Huh?”

“You’re not going on a date,” Eren cuts in, voice rougher now, hips rolling up just enough that you feel exactly how hard he is. Not subtle. Not pretending anymore. The thick outline of him presses insistently against your ass through thin layers of fabric. “Not with him. Not with anyone.”

Your breath catches. You’re still trying to process, still trying to stay in that sweet, fuzzy headspace where they’re just your overprotective best friends so when Toru leans down and kisses the corner of your mouth soft, teasing and barely there, you're a bit stunned to say the least.

But Eren doesn’t tease.

He grabs your chin, turns your face towards him, and kisses you like he’s been starving for it. Deep and messy, his tongue sliding against yours before you can even gasp. One hand fists in your hair while the other slips under the hoodie, rough palm skating up your bare stomach until he’s cupping your breast, thumb flicking over your nipple like he’s done it a thousand times in his head, he grabs it and balls up the fabric in his palm and tugs it off you, throwing it behind the couch without care.

When he finally pulls back, both of you are breathing hard. Your lips are swollen. His eyes are dilated, black eating the emerald green.

“We’ve been good,” he rasps. “So fucking good. Letting you prance around in those tiny shorts, letting you sleep between us, letting you rub that pretty little body all over us every night like it’s nothing. But a date?” He laughs again low and bitter. “Nah, baby. That shit ends tonight.”

Toru’s mouth finds your neck. Open-mouthed, he sucks a bruise right under your jaw while his hand slides between your thighs, not touching your pussy yet, just cupping you over your panties, letting you feel the heat of his palm.

“You’ve been so sweet to us,” Toru whispers against your skin. “Letting us hold you. Letting us get hard and pretend it’s an accident. But we’re done pretending, baby.”

Eren’s fingers pinch your nipple harder and you whimper embarrassingly which makes them both look at each other in unison and smirk.

“We both think about this cunt every single night,” he growls. “Every time you fall asleep between us, we’re rock fucking hard imagining how tight you’d feel. How wet you are, how you’d cry our names when we finally stretch you open.”

Toru hums in agreement, middle finger pressing just enough against your clit through the cotton that your hips jerk.

“You’re ours,” he says simply. Like it’s obvious. Like it’s always been obvious. “Always have been. You just didn’t know we were waiting for permission to take what’s ours.”

Eren leans in again, lips brushing yours.

“Tell us you want it,” he murmurs. “Tell us you want both of us. Or we stop right now… and you can go on your little date tomorrow like a good girl.”

His thumb brushes your bottom lip.

“But if you do…” He smiles slowly, a feral glint in his eyes,"We're not letting you leave this couch until your pussy’s so full of us you can’t even think about another man’s name.”

Your thighs tremble.

Your heart hammers, you aren't entirely sure if the imagery Eren’s just conjured up is what has your body on fire and mind in disarray with boiling want. Do you really want them both at the same time, your best friends…were you always this naive about them or did you just realise that you want them too.. God, yes you fucking do.

And between them now, with their warmth, dicks hard and unyielding tension, you feel something inside you finally give in.

Soft and sweet and a little dumb with want.

“…please,” you whisper.

Eren groans like you just handed him the keys to heaven.

Toru smiles against your throat.

“Good girl.”

You’re still trembling from the way they pinned you down, Eren’s mouth bruising yours, Satoru’s teeth grazing your throat and when Toru shifts, sitting up straighter on the couch. His hoodie is rucked up just enough to show the sharp cut of his hips, the light trail of hair disappearing into gray sweats that are doing nothing to hide how fucking thick he is.

“Baby,” he says, voice all soft velvet now, “need your mouth.”

Your eyes drop automatically. His hand catches yours, guides it down slow until your palm presses flat over the obscene bulge. Even through the fabric you can feel the heat, the heavy throb. He’s so hard it looks painful, long, thick and curving up toward his stomach like it’s begging.

“See, baby? m’hard for you,” he murmurs, thumb brushing over your knuckles while he makes you feel every inch. “Been like this every night you sleep between us. Couldn’t help it. Your little ass grinding back, those tiny whimpers you make in your sleep… fuck.”

You swallow. Your mouth feels too wet, too empty.

He tugs the waistband of his sweats down just enough. No underwear.. you think thats gross but also fucking hot ugh. Just him and his fat, flushed cock, the tip already slick and shiny with precum that beads at the slit and drips slow down the underside. It twitches when the cool air hits it. So pretty. So stupidly big. The kind of cock that makes your thighs clench on instinct.

You’re sweet about it. Always sweet. You lean forward without being told twice, pressing the softest, open-mouthed kiss right to the fat head. Your lips brush the sticky tip and he hisses through his teeth, hips jerking like he can’t help it.

“Good girl,” Toru breathes. One hand cups the back of your head, not pushing, just holding. “Just like that. Kiss it again. Taste me, pretty please.”

You do. Another slow, filthy kiss. Then another. Letting your tongue flick out to lap at the precum, salty and warm. He groans low in his throat.

“Open up, baby. Gonna teach you exactly how I like it.”

You part your lips. He guides himself in slowly, inch by thick inch, until the head sits heavy on your tongue. Your eyes water instantly at the stretch, but you don’t pull back. You just look up at him with those big, glassy eyes while he starts telling you what he wants.

“Suck the tip first.. yeah aaaah- just like that. Swirl your pretty tongue around it. Fuck… goodness baby. Now take a little more. Relax your throat for me, sweet thing. Breathe through your nose.”

You try. You really try. He’s so big it makes your jaw ache already, but the way he’s looking at you like you’re the prettiest thing he’s ever seen makes you want to take all of him. You hollow your cheeks, suck soft, letting your tongue drag along the thick vein underneath.

Behind you, Eren’s been patient. Too patient.

His hands find the backs of your thighs, prying them apart until you’re spread wide across his lap. Cool air hits your soaked panties and you whimper around Toru’s cock.

“Come on, baby girl,” Eren growls against the shell of your ear. “Won’t you let me see this pretty pussy? Been dying to look at it properly.”

His fingers hook into the crotch of your panties, tugging them to the side. You’re dripping. Embarrassingly so, strings of slick connecting your folds to the fabric when he pulls it away and he groans like he’s in pain.

“Fuck. Look at her, Toru. She’s fucking soaked.”

Toru’s hips stutter forward, pushing a little deeper into your mouth at the sight. You gag softly but keep going, drool's already slipping down your chin.

Eren’s fingers slide through your folds slowly with deliberate care, coating themselves in your wetness before he finds your clit. Cute little swollen thing, peeking out and begging. He rubs it in tight, mean circles with his thumb while two fingers tease your entrance, not pushing in yet. Just circling. Spreading you open.

“So wet for us,” he mutters. “This little cunt’s been waiting, huh? Knew you needed both of us stretching you out.”

You moan around Toru’s cock, the vibrations making him curse under his breath. Your hips buck forward into Eren’s hand without thinking, chasing the pressure on your clit.

Toru’s grip tightens in your hair. “That’s it, baby. Keep sucking. Gonna fuck your mouth slow while Eren plays with this perfect pussy. You’re doing so good for us.”

Eren slips one finger inside you, then another immediately, curling them just right while his thumb keeps working your clit in relentless little strokes. You’re shaking now, thighs trembling, drool dripping down Toru’s cock as you try to take him deeper. 

Eren hooks his fingers into the thin waistband of your panties now, tugging them down with slow, patient care, down the swell of you ass and the crotch is soaked, from his spit and your sticky slick. Once he gets it off he presses an open mouthed kiss to your pretty cunt, his mouth fully englufing you with no barrier stopping him anymore.

They’ve got you right where they want you, split open between them, mouth full, cunt dripping, completely theirs.

And they’re only just getting started.

Toru’s grip in your hair turns firmer but not cruel, just enough to remind you who’s in control. He rocks his hips up slow, feeding you another thick inch until the head bumps the back of your throat and your eyes water instantly. You gag around him, soft and wet, helpless little sound that makes his abs flex and his breath hitch.

“Fuck, baby… that’s it,” he groans, voice wrecked. “Gag on it. Let me feel that tight little throat squeeze me. You’re so sweet when you try to take it all.”

Tears prick your lashes. Drool spills from the corners of your mouth, slicking down his shaft, dripping onto your chin and the couch beneath. You’re messy for him, always so eager to please and he loves it. Loves the way your tongue still tries to swirl even when you’re struggling, the way your cheeks hollow every time he pulls back just to push in again.

Behind you, Eren’s done playing nice.

He’s got your thighs shoved wide, knees hooked over his shoulders now so your ass is lifted just enough for him to bury his face where he’s been dying to be. Rough hands spread your cunt open, his fingers digging into soft, slick flesh, holding you apart like he’s displaying you. You’re so wet it’s obscene: glistening folds, clit swollen and throbbing, strings of arousal clinging to his fingers when he pulls them away.

“Look at this sloppy little pussy,” he mutters against your inner thigh, hot breath fanning over your core. “Dripping all over my hand just from sucking him off. You love being used like this, don’t you?”

Before you can even whimper around Toru’s cock, Eren slaps your pussy, a sharp, wet smack that makes your whole body jolt. The sting blooms fast into heat, clit pulsing harder. You cry out muffled around the thick length filling your mouth.

Eren does it again. Harder. The sound is filthy, each wet smacks echoing in the quiet room. Your hips buck uselessly, cunt clenching around nothing.

“Sensitive already?” he taunts, voice low and mean. Then he spits, right on your clit, a thick glob of saliva landing perfectly, sliding down your folds. He watches it drip with dark eyes before leaning in and dragging his tongue flat from your entrance to your clit in one long, slow stripe.

You sob around Toru. The vibration makes him curse and thrust deeper, holding you there until your nose brushes his pelvis and you’re choking sweetly, and tears streaming.

Eren eats you like he’s starving. Tongue flicking fast over your clit, then sucking it between his lips with hard pulls that make your thighs shake. He alternates: sloppy open-mouthed kisses to your folds, tongue dipping inside to fuck you shallow, then back to circling that needy little bud. Every time you get close, your hips grinding and muffled moans turning desperate, he pulls back. Just enough.

Edging and Torturing you… keeping you right on the brink.

“Uh-uh,” he growls when your cunt flutters, so close you can taste it. Another slap, lighter this time, but it still makes you yelp around Toru’s cock. “Not yet, baby girl. You don’t come until we say.”

Toru’s breathing is ragged now, hips stuttering as he fucks your throat in shallow thrusts. “She’s gonna make me come if she keeps moaning like that,” he warns Eren, but there’s no real complaint in it, just raw need. “Fuck… her mouth’s so warm. So fucking wet.”

Eren hums against your clit, the vibration ripping another choked sound from you. He spits again messily then sucks your clit back into his mouth while two fingers slide inside, curling against that spot that makes your eyes roll back.

You’re shaking. Drooling. Gagging sweetly every time Toru bottoms out. Cunt clenching around Eren’s fingers while he edges you mercilessly with every lick, suck, slap, spit, repeat.

They’ve got you trapped between them, mouth stuffed full, pussy spread and devoured, body trembling on the edge of something massive.

Toru’s thumb brushes a tear from your cheek, almost tenderly and he slips his cock out of from your mouth and taps the tip of his cock to your lips as you catch your breath, smearing bubbly saliva and pre over your lips messily.

“Such a good girl,” he whispers. “Taking us both so pretty.”

Eren pulls back just long enough to murmur against your dripping folds:

“Gonna let you come soon, baby… but only when you’re choking on his load and begging for mine.”

Your whole body clenches at the promise.

They’re not stopping.

Not until you’re ruined for anyone else.

Eren pulls back from your dripping cunt with a wet, obscene sound, his lips shiny, chin slick with you. He’s breathing hard, eyes dark and blown out like he’s high off the taste. Without a word he shifts, lying flat on his back along the couch, one arm hooked behind his head while the other reaches for your hip.

“Come on, baby,” he rasps, voice rough from all the growling and licking. “Sit on my face. Need this pretty pussy grinding on my tongue right fucking now.”

You’re still dazed, mouth swollen from Toru, thighs shaking from the edging, but the command cuts through the fog. You crawl forward on shaky knees, straddling his head. He doesn’t wait for you to settle. Big hands clamp around your hips and yank you down hard until your soaked cunt is pressed flush to his mouth.

The first swipe of his tongue is filthy, long and flat dragging from your entrance all the way up to your clit. He groans into you like you’re the best thing he’s ever tasted, vibrations ripping a broken moan from your throat. Then he’s eating you messy: lips sucking at your folds, tongue fucking inside shallow and greedy, nose bumping your clit with every tilt of his head. He’s loud about it slurping, sucking and growling against your core like he’s trying to drink you dry.

Your hands scramble for purchase, fingers digging into the back of the couch as your hips rock instinctively, grinding down on his face. He loves it. Encourages it with bruising grips, guiding you to ride his tongue harder and faster.

Toru’s been watching the whole time, stroking himself slow and lazy while you gagged on him earlier. Now he stands up beside the couch, his sweats shoved down to his thighs, cock flushed dark and glistening from your spit. He steps closer, one hand fisting the base while the other cups your jaw, tilting your face toward him.

“Open up again, baby,” he murmurs, thumb brushing your bottom lip. “Gonna fuck this pretty mouth while he eats you out.”

You part your lips on instinct, still so sweet, so pliant and he slides back in. Not gentle this time. He pushes deep right away, hitting the back of your throat until your eyes water fresh and you gag around him, sloppy and wet. Drool spills immediately, running down your chin, dripping onto Eren’s chest below you.

Toru starts thrusting in, slow at first, letting you adjust, then deeper, harder. One hand tangles in your hair to hold you steady while the other braces on the back of the couch. “That’s it… throat me like a good girl. Fuck, look at you nmgh taking it so sloppy, making such aaah mess.”

Every time he bottoms out you choke. Sweet, wet gurgles that make Eren groan louder into your cunt. The sound vibrates straight through your clit and you buck harder against his face, smearing yourself all over his mouth, his nose, his chin. He doesn’t care. He just spreads you wider with his thumbs, tongue flicking fast over your clit before sucking it between his lips again, relentlessly.

His own hand slips down, his fingers wrapping around his neglected cock, stroking himself in rough, tight pulls while he devours you. The wet schlick of his fist mixes with the filthy sounds of his mouth on your pussy and Toru’s dick sliding in and out of your throat.

You’re caught perfectly between them: hips grinding desperate on Eren’s tongue, throat stuffed full of Toru’s thick length, drool and slick everywhere. Your moans are muffled and broken, vibrating around him every time Eren licks that perfect spot inside you with his tongue.

Toru’s hips stutter, breath hitching. “Fuck… gonna cum soon if you keep choking on me like that, baby.”

Eren pulls back just enough to growl against your folds, words muffled but clear. “Not yet. She comes first. Then we both fill her up.”

He dives back in, sucking your clit hard, tongue flicking merciless while his fingers dig into your ass, spreading you even wider so he can bury his face deeper.

You’re trembling, thighs quaking, so close it hurts.

Toru fucks your mouth faster. Shallow,  sloppy thrusts that make spit drip down onto Eren’s abs.

Eren strokes himself harder, hips bucking up into his fist like he can’t help it.

They’ve got you right there teetering, dripping, stuffed full and theirs.

Just a little more.

And you’re going to shatter.

It hits you like a wave you can’t outrun.

Eren’s tongue is relentlessly sucking your clit in hard, pulsing pulls while his fingers dig into your hips, holding you down so you can’t escape even if you wanted to. Your thighs lock around his head, whole body seizing as the pressure snaps. You cum hard shaking. Cries muffled around Toru’s cock, hips grinding down messy and desperate onto Eren’s face. Slick floods his mouth; he drinks it up greedily, groaning deep vibrations straight into your core that drag the orgasm out longer, sharper, until you’re sobbing with it.

Your cunt pulses around nothing, clenching on air, dripping down his chin, his neck. He doesn’t stop licking, not even when you’re twitching and oversensitive. Just softer laps now, soothing the raw edges while you shudder through the aftershocks.

Toru’s been fucking your throat steady, but the way you choke and moan around him when you come tips him over. He pulls back suddenly. Only the fat, swollen tip still resting on your tongue and strokes himself faster and rough.

“Fuck ngh open wide, baby,” he pants. “Gonna, fuck- give it to you.”

You do. Tongue out, lips parted, eyes glassy and teary from everything staring up at him. He groans low, hips jerking, and comes thick, rope after hot, heavy rope painting your tongue white. It’s so much it spills a little at the corners of your mouth before you can catch it all. Warm and salty, thick enough that it clings n pools heavy in the center of your tongue.

He milks the last drops out with slow strokes, smearing the tip across your lips like he’s marking you.

“Don’t swallow it yet, pretty girl,” he murmurs, voice wrecked and soft all at once. “Need to see it first.”

You stay like that, kneeling between them, thighs still trembling from Eren’s mouth, mouth full of Toru’s load. Eren finally eases you up just enough to sit back against the couch arm, pulling you half into his lap so you’re still facing Toru. His hands slide up your sides, possessively, while he watches with dark emerald, hungry eyes.

Toru steps closer. Cups your jaw gently but firm, thumb brushing the corner of your mouth where a little escaped.

“Show me,” he says.

You part your lips slowly, careful not to let any spill. Your tongue coated, its thick, pearlescent-white, his cum sitting heavy and pooling in the middle, strings of it connecting to the roof of your mouth when you part wider. It’s obscene. Beautifully yours.

Toru exhales shaky. “Fuck… look at that. All for us.”

He reaches in, two long fingers sliding past your lips, pressing into the warm pool of his own release. He stirs it lazy, coating his fingertips, feeling how thick and sticky it is while you whimper softly around the intrusion. Your eyes flutter, lashes wet.

Then he pulls his fingers out, glistening, dripping, and brings them straight to his own mouth. Sucks them clean and slow, tongue swirling around the digits, tasting himself mixed with the faint sweetness of your spit. His eyes never leave yours, cerulean eyes a hint darker and possessive, like he’s claiming every part of this.

“Sweet,” he murmurs against his fingers. “But not as sweet as you’re gonna taste when we both fill that pretty cunt next.”

Eren’s hand slips between your thighs again, fingers brushing your still-throbbing clit, making you jolt.

“Our turn to mark you inside,” Eren growls low against your ear, nipping the lobe. “Gonna stuff you so full you’ll be leaking us for days.”

You’re still holding Toru’s cum on your tongue, thick, warm and waiting.

Toru leans down, kisses the corner of your mouth softly.

“Now swallow, baby,” he whispers. “Take all of me… then we’ll give you both.”

Your throat works. You swallow slow, feeling it slide down, warm and heavy while they watch like it’s the hottest thing they’ve ever seen.

And when your lips part again, empty now, Eren’s already shifting you, lining himself up.

They’re nowhere near done.

Not even close.

Eren’s hands are already on your hips the second you finish swallowing, rough palms sliding up your sides, guiding you with that same possessive grip he’s always had but never let loose like this. He pulls you forward until you’re straddling his lap, knees sinking into the couch cushions on either side of his thighs. Your arms loop around his shoulders automatically, fingers digging into the back of his neck, forehead dropping to rest against his as you try to catch your breath.

He’s hard again, thick and flushed, leaking at the tip from stroking himself while he ate you out. The head nudges against your soaked entrance, slicking itself in your arousal without even trying. You whimper at the contact, hips twitching forward on instinct.

“Easy, baby girl,” Eren murmurs, voice low and wrecked. One hand stays clamped on your hip while the other reaches between you, guiding himself right to your opening. “Gonna take me slow and let me feel every inch of this tight little cunt finally wrap around me?”

You nod dumbly and eager, still hazy from coming so hard, and you start to sink down.

The stretch is immediate. Intense. He’s thick enough that your walls flutter and grip around the head the second it pops inside, and you gasp sharply against his mouth. Eren groans like he’s been punched in the gut, head falling back against the couch for a second before he snaps it forward again to watch your face.

“Fuck… look at you,” he breathes. “Taking me so pretty already.”

You keep sinking down slow and carefully, until he’s buried halfway in. Your thighs tremble from the burn of it and that’s when Toru moves.

He’s been right behind you the whole time, silent and patient, stroking himself lazy while he watched. Now he presses in close, chest flush to your back, one arm banding around your waist to hold you steady while his other hand slides down between your spread thighs.

As you take another inch of Eren, Toru shoves two fingers into your dripping cunt right alongside Eren’s cock.

The stretch doubles instantly. Your walls clamp down hard, fluttering wildly around the sudden fullness. You cry out high and broken, head tipping back against Toru’s shoulder.

“Fuck, baby,” Toru whispers hot against your ear, fingers curling deep, pressing against that spot that makes your toes curl. “So tight. So fucking full already and we’re just getting started.”

Eren’s hips jerk up on instinct, pushing deeper while Toru’s fingers thrust in shallow, matching the rhythm. The drag is obscene, Eren’s thick length stretching you open, Toru’s fingers rubbing against him through your walls, slick sounds filling the room every time they move.

“You’ll let me stretch this pretty pussy out too, hm?” Toru murmurs, voice all soft velvet as makes it sounds more like a promise than a threat. He scissors his fingers in slower, spreading you wider around Eren’s cock, making room. “Gonna open you up nice and slow so you can take both of us. Gonna feel so good when I slide in right next to him… gonna ruin this little cunt for anyone else.”

You’re shaking between them, overwhelmed and suffed, dripping down Eren’s shaft and Toru’s wrist. Eren’s mouth finds your throat, sucking a fresh bruise while he bottoms out fully, hips flush to yours. The pressure is insane, Eren’s cock throbbing deep inside, Toru’s fingers still working you open, curling and thrusting until you’re clenching so hard it hurts in the best way.

“Goddamn,” Eren growls against your skin. “She’s gripping me like a fucking vice. Keep going, Toru ngh stretch her more. Wanna haah feel you in there with me.”

Toru adds a third finger in slow and carefully and you sob, nails digging into Eren’s shoulders. The burn blooms into heat, into pleasure so sharp it whites out your vision for a second.

“That’s it,” Toru praises, lips brushing the shell of your ear. “Such a good girl. Taking us both already. Gonna fuck you together soon… gonna fill you up until you’re leaking us for days.”

Eren starts rocking up into you with shallow thrusts that make his cock drag against Toru’s fingers with every stroke. You’re so full you can barely think, just feel. Just take.

They’ve got you pinned perfectly, in the front and back, cock and fingers, mouths and hands everywhere.

And they’re only warming you up.

Toru’s fingers are still buried deep, three thick digits stretching you wide around Eren’s cock. When he finally starts to pull them out, slow. Every inch drags against your fluttering walls, against the heavy length already filling you, making you whimper and clench harder around Eren.

You’re shaking in Eren’s lap, arms locked around his shoulders, forehead pressed to his as you try to breathe through the overwhelming fullness. Eren’s hands grip your hips like anchors, keeping you seated deep on him while he watches Toru over your shoulder with those emerald, impatient eyes.

Toru’s voice is low against the back of your neck, lips brushing skin. “Gonna replace these fingers now, baby. Gonna slide right in next to him… gonna make this pretty pussy take us both.”

He shifts closer, chest flush to your back again, one hand steadying your waist while the other guides his cock down. The fat, slick head nudges right against your already-stretched entrance, pressing insistently beside Eren’s shaft. You feel the pressure immediately, hot, blunt, and impossible… fuck- it feels impossible and your breath hitches into a soft, panicked whine.

“Shh,” Toru soothes, kissing the curve of your shoulder. “Relax for me. You’ve been so good… you can take it. Just breathe.”

Eren groans low when he feels Toru start to push, feels the thick head crowding in, stretching you further. “Fuck… yeah, push in slow. Let her feel every inch.”

You’re so wet it helps, slick dripping down Eren’s balls, coating Toru’s tip but the stretch is blinding. Toru rocks forward gently at first, just the head breaching you alongside Eren. Your walls burn, fluttering wildly, trying to accommodate the impossible double thickness. A broken sob tears from your throat; your nails dig crescent moons into Eren’s shoulders.

“Too much?” Eren murmurs against your lips, kissing you soft and messy to distract you. “You’re doing so good, baby girl. Look at you, taking two cocks like you were made for it.”

You whine, embarrassed by the fact of his words. Eren soothes you gently, petting your back with slow strokes, shushing you in his arms.

Toru takes that as a sign to sink in deeper, inch by slow, torturous inch, until he’s buried to the hilt right next to Eren. The fullness is obscene: two thick lengths pressed flush together inside you, walls stretched thin and tremble around them. You can feel every vein, every throb, the way they twitch against each other through the thin barrier of your body.

“Goddamn,” Toru breathes, voice wrecked. His forehead drops to your shoulder, hips flush to your ass. “So fucking tight… can feel him right next to me. Feel how full you are, baby?”

You can’t speak… the words are stuck, you just nod frantically, tears slipping down your cheeks from the intensity. Eren starts moving first. Shallow, careful rolls of his hips that make both cocks drag inside you at once. The friction is electric; every slide rubs them together, rubs against that deep spot that makes your vision blur.

Toru matches him after a moment, pulling back slow while Eren pushes in, then switching. They find a rhythm quick: one in, one out, seesawing deep inside you so there’s never a second you’re empty. The drag is relentless, stretching, filling. Utterly overwhelming.

You’re crying now, soft and overwhelmed sobs into Eren’s neck while your hips start rocking back on instinct, chasing more even though you’re already so full it hurts in the sweetest way.

“That’s it,” Eren growls, one hand sliding up to cup your breast, thumb flicking your nipple. “Ride us, baby. Fuck yourself on both our cocks. Show us how much you love being stuffed like this.”

Toru’s hand slips around to your clit, fingers finding the swollen bud and rubbing tight, fast circles while they keep thrusting. The added stimulation sends sparks up your spine; you clench hard around them both, making them groan in unison.

“Gonna come again?” Toru whispers hot against your ear. “Gonna soak us both? Milk us until we fill this little cunt up?”

Eren’s thrusts get harder, deeper. Hips snapping up to meet yours. “Come on our cocks, pretty girl. Let us feel it. Then we’re gonna pump you so full you’ll be dripping for us so beautifully.”

You’re trembling, teetering, so close again, your body stretched to its limit, clit throbbing under Toru’s fingers, two thick cocks ruining you from the inside out.

They’ve got you pinned, claimed and completely theirs.

And when you shatter this time it’s going to be devastating.

They’re moving in perfect, brutal sync now, Eren thrusting up deep while Toru drives in from behind, cocks sliding against each other inside your stretched, fluttering walls. Every push rubs them together through the thin membrane, friction so intense it makes your eyes roll back. You’re creaming around them. Thick, milky slick coating both shafts, dripping down Eren’s balls and Toru’s thighs with every wet slap of skin on skin.

Your tight walls grip them like a vice, milking desperately as they fuck straight into your cervix, blunt heads battering that deep, sensitive spot over and over. The pressure builds fast, sharp and overwhelming; your tummy bulges visibly with each thrust, the outline of their cocks pressing outward against your lower belly.

Eren notices first. His hand slides down from your hip, palm flattening over the soft swell. He pushes on it firmly, gently and deliberately, right where the bulge is most pronounced.

“Fuck, look at that,” he growls, voice wrecked. “Can feel myself right here… feel how deep we are inside you, baby girl? Stretching her little pussy so wide she’s bulging for us.”

You whimper broken and high, hips jerking between them. The pressure of his palm combined with the relentless pounding sends sparks shooting up your spine. Toru’s hand joins, fingers splaying beside Eren’s, both of them pressing down in tandem as they thrust harder, deeper.

“Gonna make you come like this,” Toru murmurs hot against your ear, teeth grazing the lobe. “Gonna feel you cream all over both our cocks while we kiss your cervix, hm baby want us deep in there?.”

You bite your lip, and it hits you suddenly and violent.

Your whole body locks up, back arching, thighs quaking, a raw sob tearing from your throat as you come harder than before. Walls spasm wildly around them, clenching so tight it drags broken groans from both their throats. Slick gushes out in messy pulses, soaking their cocks, dripping down in thick rivulets. Your vision whites out for a second; you’re shaking, crying, completely lost in the overwhelming fullness and the way Eren’s palm keeps pushing on that bulge, making every pulse of your orgasm feel deeper, sharper.

They don’t stop, can’t stop. They bury themselves to the hilt in one final, synchronized thrust, Eren’s hips snapping up, Toru slamming forward until there’s no space left inside you. You feel them throb, swell, and then they’re coming hard.

Hot, thick spurts flood you at the same time, Eren's cock pulsing deep against your cervix while Toru unloads right beside him, ropes of cum mixing, filling every inch until you’re overflowing. The pressure is insane; your walls flutter helplessly around the double load, trying to take it all but failing beautifully.

Toru pulls back just enough, barely an inch while staying buried deep. His free hand slides down between your thighs, thumb hooking one swollen lip and spreading you open wide. The sight is filthy: your pussy stretched obscenely around both cocks, creamy white cum already leaking out in a fat, slow spurt. It slips from between their shafts thick and pearly dripping down Toru’s length in a heavy trail, coating his balls, pooling on Eren’s thighs beneath you.

“Fuck… look at her leaking us,” Toru breathes, thumb rubbing slow circles through the mess, spreading it over your clit. “So full she can’t even keep it all inside.”

Eren groans low, hips twitching with aftershocks as another small spurt escapes him. His palm stays pressed to your tummy, feeling the faint throb of their cocks still buried deep.

“You’re ours now,” he rasps, kissing your sweaty temple. “This pussy’s marked. Stuffed. Leaking both of us.”

You’re trembling between them overstimulated, full to bursting, cum dripping slow and steady down your thighs. They don’t pull out. Not yet.

They just hold you there, cocks softening slightly but still thick inside, keeping every drop plugged deep while their hands roam lazy over your body.

Claimed.

Ruined.

Theirs.

The room feels heavier now, thick with the smell of sex, sweat, and the faint salt of cum. You’re still straddling Eren’s lap, thighs quivering, body limp and boneless between them. Their cocks are softening inside you, but neither has pulled out yet, just resting there, keeping you plugged full, every tiny shift making a fresh trickle of their mixed release slip out.

Toru moves first.

He eases back slow and carefull, so so gentle, until his cock finally slips free with a wet, obscene sound. A thick gush of cum follows immediately, spilling from your stretched hole, running hot down your inner thighs and dripping onto Eren’s lap. You whimper at the sudden emptiness, walls fluttering around Eren’s length like they’re trying to pull him deeper to compensate.

Toru doesn’t go far.

He leans in close behind you again, chest pressed to your back, arms wrapping around your waist in a loose, possessive hold. His lips find the side of your neck, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses. Trailing up the curve where he’d bitten earlier. Gentle now. Soothing. Each press of his mouth feels like an apology and a promise at once.

“You did so good, baby,” he murmurs against your skin, voice low and wrecked. “Took us both so perfect. Look at you… all messy and full of us.” Another kiss, slower, right under your ear. His tongue flicks out to taste the salt there. “Gonna take care of you now. Promise.”

His hands slide up your sides, warm palms smoothing over ribs, petting you like you’re something fragile and precious. One hand cups the back of your neck, thumb brushing the base of your skull while he keeps kissing your throat, your jaw, the soft spot behind your ear.

Eren’s still buried inside you, half-hard, twitching lazily every time your walls flutter. He shifts just enough to sit up straighter, pulling you flush against his chest so your breasts press to him. His mouth finds yours immediately, a slow, deep kiss that tastes like your own slick and his tongue. Lazy. Unhurried. Like he’s savoring every second now that the frantic edge is gone.

One hand slides up to cup your breast, thumb circling the nipple soft and unhurried, teasing it back to a stiff peak. He pinches gently, rolls it between his fingers, then soothes with the flat of his palm. The other hand stays low, splayed over your lower belly where the bulge has softened but you can still feel the faint throb of him inside.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful like this,” he mutters against your lips, kissing you again, messy and open-mouthed, tongue sliding slow against yours. “All flushed and leaking us. Our pretty girl.”

He keeps playing with your tits, kneading one while he kisses you deeper, then switching to the other, thumb flicking the nipple until you arch into his touch with a soft whine. Every tug sends little aftershocks through your oversensitive body; your cunt clenches weakly around him, milking another small bead of cum that drips out around his base.

Toru’s mouth never leaves your neck, kissing and sucking soft bruises into fresh skin, whispering praise between each press of his lips.

“So sweet… so fucking perfect… ours, baby. All ours.”

Eren breaks the kiss just long enough to murmur against your mouth, “Gonna stay like this a while. Keep you full. Keep you warm.”

His fingers keep teasing your nipple with gentle pinches and slow circles, while Toru’s hands roam your sides, your back, your hips. They’re everywhere and nowhere all at once, soft touches and warm mouths, their low voices rumbling praise into your skin.

You’re boneless between them, head lolling back against Toru’s shoulder, lips parted on shaky breaths, body humming with the quiet afterglow.

They don’t rush.

They just hold you.

Kiss you.

Pet you.

Like they’ve got all night.

Like they’ve finally got what they’ve wanted for so long.

And they’re never letting go.

you’re sure your pupils are blown wide open as you watch the scene in front of you—megumi and sasuke making out. what started off as a hesitant, unsure kiss has turned into something passionate, and you’re not sure if you wanna join or continue to watch. you never, not even in your wildest dreams, thought this would happen. you never thought they’d be down for this. your mind is spinning but you can’t bring yourself to care about the aftermath right now.

they pull away, panting, lips glistening with each other's saliva. you almost don’t want them to stop, but the thought is quickly pushed away when they both turn their focus back on you. you’re sat on megumi’s bed now, your eyes wide. sasuke smirks at the sight of you, stepping close. “you’re enjoying this too much.” he mumbles, looming over you. you tilt your head up to look at him, chuckling breathlessly. “i’m a little lost for words.” you admit, pressing your cheek against his stomach. he hums, running his fingers through your hair. “do you want to continue?” he asks.

you nod a little too quickly, earning an amused huff from megumi. they both sit down on either side of you, and you’re unsure of who to look at. sasuke decides for you, grabbing your jaw and pulling your face towards his. he kisses you deep and slow, trying to convey his emotion through his actions. you melt into it, sliding one hand into his hair. you shift on the bed, turning your body towards him completely, gripping the front of his shirt with your free hand. it’s not long before you feel megumi press against your back. he brushes your hair away from your neck, his lips meeting the soft skin there. you shiver, reaching one hand back to grab onto any part of megumi that you can find. he wraps an arm around your waist, keeping you pressed against him as he starts to kiss every inch of skin he can reach.

however, his hands start to wander, sliding up to cup your chest, then up to your neck, before finally reaching your jaw; pulling you away from sasuke. you break the kiss with a gasp, not having a moment to catch your breath before megumi is tilting your head back to kiss him instead. you make a sound against his mouth, twisting your body to be more comfortable. sasuke watches with an unreadable expression, keeping his hands to himself. megumi tugs at you, wordlessly asking you to move. you obey, breaking the kiss to straddle him. he leans back against the headboard, no words spoken as he pulls you back into a kiss. your hands wander across his body, brain fuzzy. a part of you still feels weird and guilty about touching someone like this that isn’t sasuke, but with the way his hand is sliding under your shirt right now, you’re sure he’s enjoying the view.

you gasp into megumi’s mouth as sasuke’s cold hand finds your breast, playing around with your nipple. however, he pulls his hand away after a few seconds. you break away from megumi, looking over your shoulder to see what he’s up to. you watch as sasuke pulls his shirt off, eyebrows raising in both shock and amusement when you feel megumi’s cock twitch under you. a part of you wonders if the two of them have also been dancing around each other for a while. his pants come off next, and you can see the outline of his hard cock clearly now that he’s in just his boxers. you move away from megumi, sliding off the bed and onto your knees in front of your boyfriend. he looks down at you with slightly parted lips, hand reaching down to free himself. he pumps his cock lazily a few times and you open your mouth, tongue reaching out to give him a lick.

he inhales sharply when you tease his tip, letting you take control. you slowly stroke him with your hand, your mouth continuing to tease only the head of his cock. you watch his reactions carefully, as always, but now you’re watching megumi too. it’s not long before his own cock is out, being stroked slowly as he focuses on the way you’re starting to take more and more of sasuke’s length. both of them start breathing heavily, and you start feeling a little shy from the way they’re staring at you. sasuke's hand slides into your hair, holding your head still.

"c-can i..?" he breathes out. you hum approvingly around his cock, knowing what he's asking for. he begins to thrust up into your mouth, being careful to watch your expressions so that he doesn't overdo it. you can tell he's holding himself back more than usual right now—assuming he doesn't want to wear you out before you get a chance to do anything with megumi. he groans under his breath as you relax your throat for him, letting him use you. your eyes flicker over to megumi, who's pumping his cock at a rapid pace now, brows furrowed.

you reach out your hand—a sign to come closer—and he obeys immediately. he shifts so that he's sat right next to sasuke, a faint red tinting the tips of his ears. you move your left hand up to wrap around his cock, stroking it to the best of your ability with the way that sasuke is fucking your face right now. your eyes sting with tears but you're determined to make sasuke come, so you push through it. his head his thrown back, pants and low sounds leaving him.

megumi is watching you, his lip between his teeth, fists clenched tightly around the sheets. "fuck...close," sasuke breathes out, his hips picking up their pace. you release megumi to hold onto sasuke's thighs, doing whatever you can to speed up the process. he finally comes with a groan, his grip in your hair loosening. you pull back with a gasp, having already swallowed. sasuke's face is flushed, breathing heavy, his hand sliding out of your hair completely to cup your face instead. he caresses your cheek lovingly for a moment, focused on just you, before looking at megumi.

"enjoy the show?" he murmurs. megumi blushes a little harder, huffing. "shut up..." he grumbles. sasuke just smirks, tucking himself back into his boxers. you stand, looming over the two of them now. you pull your shirt off in one quick movement, all of your previous reluctance gone. megumi and sasuke have similar reactions, looking almost hungry. you gently push on megumi's shoulder, making him lay back.

he lets you, breaths coming a little quicker. you straddle him again, dragging yourself against his exposed cock. he hisses, hands sliding up your thighs. "gumi..." you murmur, kissing his neck. he breathes your name in response, grip tightening on your hips. you look at sasuke, biting your lip. "can we...?" you trail off, the implication clear. he just looks at you two silently before nodding slowly, his eyes moving from your chest to megumi's cock nestled between your thighs, obviously aroused.

you hum, kissing megumi. "and you? you wanna do this?" you make sure, undoing your bra. "uhhh..." he trails off, swallowing hard while his focus remains solely on your breasts spilling out now that your bra has been tossed aside. "y-yeah.." he whispers. you chuckle, pressing your chest against his. "good." you whisper back, kissing his neck. you start to unbutton his shirt, one by one, revealing his pale skin beneath. you push the shirt open, running your hands up his chest. you lean back into a sitting position, letting him tug his shirt off fully. you lift your hips off after unbuttoning your jeans, pulling them off.

now, you sit there completely naked. you feel a little shy, but you're going to ignore it, enjoying the position of power that you have right now. megumi looks up at you in what could only be described as complete and utter awe, pupils blown wide open. sasuke tosses you a condom, leaning back. "don't forget." he mutters. "right." you breathe, opening the packet. you take the condom, slowly rolling it onto megumi's length. he lets out a breath, nails digging into the skin of your thighs.

"uhm...are you ready?" you stammer. you're not used to having sex with other guys, of course, so you're not sure if he's expecting anything else. you and sasuke don't usually have time for foreplay, but you know it's expected usually. but megumi just nods feverishly, obviously desperate to be inside of you. sparing one last glance at sasuke, you grab megumi's cock, slowly letting yourself sink onto the tip. he whimpers, one hand going up to cover his mouth. it feels different. you slowly take more and more, your greedy hole swallowing his cock, until you eventually bottom out.

he whines when you give an experimental roll of your hips, throwing his head back. "w-wait...feels so- ah..good." he pants, brows furrowed. "can't...give me a sec..." he grits out, trying to get himself under control. you brace yourself against his chest, staying still as requested. once again, your eyes seek out sasuke. as much as you want megumi, he's not sasuke. but you won't say it out loud. sasuke is watching calmly, already half hard. he leans over, pecking your lips, before he kisses megumi again. your pussy tightens at the sight, making megumi moan.

he pats your thigh, a sign that you can begin moving, and so you do. you set a slow pace, not wanting to tire yourself up yet. megumi is whining into sasuke's mouth, hips jerking up against yours. you pant softly, feeling incredibly aroused by the situation. out of everything that could've happened today, this never would've been a single one of your guesses. you gradually speed up, need beginning to overtake your body. sasuke breaks away from megumi, starting to stroke his own cock again.

"gumi, i- ah fuck..." you pant. your legs are burning but you can't stop, his cock hitting that spot inside of you perfectly. but he notices your pace starting to dwindle, and he stops you with his hands on your hips. he gently pushes you back onto the bed, wanting you on your stomach. you oblige, stomach fluttering in anticipation. but instead of megumi, it's sasuke that slams into you. you gasp out a moan, hands flying out to grab the mattress. "fuck!" you moan, lifting your head back to look at him. "fuck, sorry..." he groans out, starting to thrust into you.

megumi walks to the other side of the bed, gently gripping your hair to get your attention. his cock hangs heavy, tempting you. his expression is full of needy expectation, silently begging you to suck him off. you take the bait, wrapping your lips around his cock. he hisses, head falling back as his grip tightens. you don't have the greatest control on the head you're giving megumi with the way that sasuke is slamming his cock into you, jolting your body, the pleasure making it hard to focus on anything else.

your eyes are watering, throat burning, ass stinging from the force at which sasuke's hips are slamming against it. due to the edging from earlier, it takes only a few minutes for megumi to be cumming down your throat, a strangled moan escaping him. with your mouth empty, your previously muffled sounds turn into loud moans of sasuke's name, fingers clutching at the bedsheets. he leans over you, caging you against the mattress, low grunts muffled against your shoulder. "fuck– ah, so close!" you moan.

"mhm," is all the response he gives you, trying to maintain his pace. his tip prodding at your cervix feels so good, cock rubbing against your walls. "fuckfuckfuckfuck– m'coming!" you gasp, your orgasm hitting you like a truck. you clamp down around his cock hard, making him hiss. he thrusts into you harder, pushing himself back onto his hands. and before you know it, he's spilling into you. you all take a moment to come down, the room falling silent save for the sounds of your collective breathing.

"you didn't wear a condom?" you blink, suddenly realizing that he came inside of you. "gave you my last one." he smirks slightly, sitting down beside you. on the opposite end of the bed sits megumi, gently running his hands through your hair. you huff at sasuke's response, kicking at him. he grabs your leg, pressing it down against the mattress. "your fantasies fulfilled?" he teases megumi, who groans, blushing. "shut up." he grumbles.

the next couple of weeks are...unexpected. you didn't know what you thought would happen after that time, but it wasn't this. it seems your relationship with sasuke has...opened—to include megumi. he's stopped avoiding you now. on the contrary, he's usually always there when you go to their dorms. and unlike before, the hangouts aren't just you guys chilling. they're heated, intimate, confusing. you don't know how long this will last, and a part of you is still anxious, worried about your relationship with sasuke.

but, you can't get yourself to give it too much thought right now. you're right where you want to be.

"tonight?" you hum, confirming the date of the party that you've been invited to. your friend responds on the other end of the line, phone pressed to your cheek. sasuke has an arm draped around your waist, while megumi's head rests on your lap. something is playing on the laptop, but none of you are paying attention. "alright. i'll be there." you confirm, earning an excited exclamation from your friend before the line cuts. "be where?" sasuke speaks up.

"mm, house party. do you guys wanna come?" you inquire. they share a look before megumi shrugs. "i guess." he mumbles. "really? that's unexpected." you chuckle. "where is it?" sasuke inquires, eyes shutting. "uhhh...i think it's being hosted by one of naruto's friends." you shrug, not really sure. sasuke scoffs, burying his face into your neck. "great." he mutters. you roll your eyes at his antics, running your hand through his hair. "don't be grumpy. you don't have to come."

he opens his eyes, tilting his head back to look at you. he shrugs, cheek pressed to your shoulder. "i'll go."

a few hours later, your mind is hazy from the shots you've downed. you're not drunk—you learnt your lesson during your freshman year—but there's a pleasant buzz running through your veins. you're in the kitchen, hip leaned against the counter, laughing with one of your friends. "no, i know! i told him to fuck off, but i didn't really mean it." she giggles conspiratorially, explaining her most recent encounter with her...you don't really know what they are to each other, but you enjoy hearing the drama regardless.

"but enough about that. how are things with sasuke?" she asks curiously, taking a sip out of her red solo cup. your smile softens, affection bubbling up in your chest at the mention of your boyfriend. "oh, y'know. he's still sasuke—hot, dreamy, sexy." you grin. your friend laughs, scrunching her face up in faux disgust. "gross, shut up." she teases before a cheeky expression crosses her face. "is his hot roommate still single?"

the question makes you pause, your smile fading slightly. something uncomfortable twists in your chest at the question, and you're unsure why. megumi is...a friend. with benefits, you suppose. so he's allowed to date other people. hell, you have a whole boyfriend yourself. so why does the thought of him being with someone else make you nauseous? forcing a chuckle, you shake your head. "i dunno. i think he's involved with someone, but i couldn't tell you any more than that." your friend lets out a disappointed tut, humming thoughtfully. "sucks. but it's fine—plenty of other hot guys on campus."

you feel a little relief at her casualness, reassured that her feelings for him were nothing serious. "speaking of, have you seen zuko recently?" she smirks. you tilt your head at the mention of him, mumbling a 'no'. zuko and you have...history? in high school, everybody thought he liked you—but you guys were such close friends that you were convinced that everyone was misreading the situation. and when you got with sasuke, he slowly faded into the background of your life. although you guys have been at the same college all these years, the friendship never picked back up.

"he's so hot now, [name]. it's too bad you're chained down to uchiha." she sighs dramatically, shaking her head with exaggerated sympathy. you chuckle, nudging her shoulder. "hush. i'm right where i need to be." you grin. "yeah, yeah. we all know how much you wuv your boyfriend," she mocks, grabbing your hand. "but you gotta check this out." she insists.

you huff as she starts dragging you out of the kitchen and into the living room, which is packed with sweaty college students, all under the influence. you both push through them, making your way to the other end of the room. there, you recognize the face of zuko but...he definitely has changed. he's not as skinny as he used to be in high school—his tall frame having filled out quite nicely with muscle. his hair is also quite long now, highlighting his unfairly perfect bone structure. he's busy talking to some other guy, though neither of them seem that interested in the conversation.

"zuko." your friend calls out, coming to a stop a few feet away. he lifts his gaze to look at her, eyes flickering to you. he seems caught off guard by your presence, but he smiles nonetheless. "hey." he replies, giving a dismissive nod to whoever he was with. "hey. long time no see." you grin, feeling a strange sense of nostalgia at the sight of his smile. "yeah." he chuckles, crossing his arms. "how've you two been?"

"oh, i've been great! but you know what? i think i'm gonna go eat something." your friend says with too much innocence, making you side eye her. the smile she gives you could rival the cheshire cat as she slips back into the crowd, leaving you alone with zuko. you chuckle awkwardly, looking back up at him. "you've definitely changed a lot." you note, eyes trailing over him for a moment. "you haven't." you force your misbehaving eyes to meet his again, a thoughtful look crossing your face. "you don't think so?" you ask. he shakes his head, a slight smile creeping back. "nah. but it's good, if you ask me. means you stayed true to yourself."

you give him an amused look, huffing. "right. i don't think it's that meaningful, but i'm glad you think so." you tease, making him roll his eyes. "i'm just saying! you've definitely grown up, but you're fundamentally the same from what i'm picking up." he defends. "oh, am i? i'm glad you've got such a good read on me." you giggle. he huffs out a laugh, leaning a little closer subconsciously. "i always have." he shrugs, and you nod sagely. "of course. i always knew you should've gotten into psychology. you're an empath." you say, mustering as much seriousness into your tone as possible. he laughs properly this time, eyes crinkling. "you're insufferable."

you laugh a little too, shrugging. "on second thought, maybe not. you have your own issues to sort, considering you can't even accept a genuine, good natured compliment." you sigh sadly. "uh huh. i'm sure that's what that was." he raises an eyebrow.

"there you are." comes sasuke's voice as he shows up behind you, hand naturally settling at your waist. zuko's expression falls a little as he lays eyes on your boyfriend. he knew you two were still together, having heard status updates from mutual friends for years. yet, he still feels disappointment at seeing you two together—it's why he couldn't stay your friend after you'd gotten into a relationship.

"sasuke." zuko greets, voice a lot less animated than it was just moments ago. sasuke simply nods in response. he's never been zuko's biggest fan. not because he'd ever done anything wrong, necessarily, but because sasuke knew. everybody knew. zuko had spent the better part of high school hopelessly into you, and while you'd somehow remained completely oblivious to it, sasuke hadn't. it would've been impressive if it wasn't so painfully obvious.

you, thankfully, remain entirely unaware of the tension. "you guys know each other?" you ask, glancing between them. "not really." zuko shrugs. sasuke hums. you snort, a little amused by how standoffish they both are. zuko's gaze immediately shifts toward you at the sound. it's subtle—so subtle that most people probably wouldn't notice it. sasuke notices though. of course he does.

megumi notices too when he finally appears beside you, drink in hand. "what'd i miss?" he asks.

"apparently, zuko thinks i'm awesome for standing strong against peer pressure." you explain teasingly, making megumi raises an eyebrow. zuko scoffs. "i don't know why i let people talk to me." he grumbles. "because you like attention." you grin immediately. it's familiar. comfortably familiar. for a second, you're fifteen again, sitting beside him in history class, stealing his notes because you forgot to do the reading—listening to him complain about teachers he secretly liked.

you hadn't realized how much you'd missed him until now. the realization settles strangely in your chest, because you've missed people before. friends drift apart all the time, but this feels different. your friend wasn't wrong. zuko has changed.

he's grown into himself in a way that made him difficult to ignore. he carries himself differently now—more confidence, less anger. less desperation to prove himself. and unfortunately, he was ridiculously attractive. you immediately shove that thought into a mental box and lock it—you already have enough boy problems.

before you can think of something to say to break the tension, sasuke's arm slides around your waist again. the motion is casual, but something about it makes zuko's smile falter for a fraction of a second. you almost miss it. almost. and suddenly, you're reminded of every conversation you'd had in high school. every friend insisting zuko liked you. every accusation you'd laughed off. every look that maybe, in hindsight, meant more than you'd realized. ...no. surely not. right?

forcing a smile, you put some distance between you and sasuke, clearing your throat. "we should hang out sometime, zuko. it's been forever." you offer. he nods, though he's not focused on you right now. "yeah, we should." he agrees, exhaling slowly. "tomorrow?" you ask before you can overthink it. "or whenever you're free."

he glances at sasuke, then megumi, then back at you. "...sure." he hums. "great." you beam. "i'll text you." he nods once more, though he still looks mildly uncomfortable by the whole thing.

it turns out scheduling four college students is significantly harder than expected. the next afternoon, you discover sasuke has a lab. or megumi has a review session. or zuko works until six. uh oh, you have an essay due at midnight. the day after that, zuko has an exam. the day after that, megumi picks up an extra shift.

by the end of the week, you're beginning to think the universe simply doesn't want this reunion to happen. "just invite him over after class." naruto suggests over lunch, shoveling noodles into his mouth. "to their dorm?" you question. "yeah." you hesitate.

most of your time there has always been...private. movie nights, studying, naps, the occasional meal when nobody feels like leaving. and more recently, things have become even blurrier. bringing somebody else into it feels oddly intimate.

"that weird?" naruto asks, sending your hesitation. "...a little." he gives you a look. "bro, lock in. it's a dorm room, not your marital home." he grumbles. you throw a french fry at him.

it's now been two weeks since the party and you've given up on the idea of you hanging out as a group. you were originally gonna hang out with him alone, but you could sense that sasuke wasn't comfortable with that, so you wanted to make it a group thing first. that way, he'll see there's nothing to worry about! but alas, your plans never came to fruition.

you're currently in megumi's bed, scrolling on tiktok lazily. megumi and sasuke are sat on the other bed, trying to decide what to get for dinner. at this point, you're at their place more than your own, but you still chud around. real house concerns aren't your problem. "can we just get takeout?" you suggest, dropping your phone onto your stomach. "no." sasuke says shortly, not even bothering to look at you.

you huff, sitting up a little straighter. "why not? i don't wanna go down to the dining hall." you complain, tilting your head. he rolls his eyes, meeting your gaze. "we've been ordering fast food for like, a week. you're broke and unhealthy." he says bluntly, making you scoff. "you're a very unkind man."

he ignores your remark, but megumi shoots you an amused glance. "you've had too many stomachaches this week to still want takeout." he sighs, standing and flopping onto you. you chuckle, falling back, legs spreading to accommodate him. "i'm a boss. stomachaches are a problem for future me." you reason. "you're silly." he mumbles, nudging his nose against yours before he kisses you. it's slow and soft, almost sweet in nature. that's the difference you've noticed.

when sasuke kisses you, it's always so...breathtaking. so deep. but with megumi, it's sweet—leaving you grinning rather than blushing. when you open your eyes again, sasuke's moved, looming over the two of you. "dining hall is serving a bunch of shit today." he sighs, sitting down on the edge of the bed. you wiggle over, making more room for him. he lays down beside you, and you immediately seek him out, resting your head on his shoulder. "so takeout time?" you grin. you see him glance at you from the corner of his eye, amusement badly masked.

unexpectedly, the door opens. zuko's standing there, and he looks a little...alarmed, almost, at what he sees. you're cuddling sasuke, your boyfriend—normal. but his roommate is on top of you, hand under your shirt. the four of you are frozen, staring at each other. "uhm..." zuko finally clears his throat, looking away. "sorry. you'd told me earlier that it was always unlocked, so..." he trails off, running a hand down his face. "is this a bad time? i can go. i think i'll go." and he's already reaching for the door to close it when he finishes talking.

you nudge megumi away, sitting up, clearing your throat. "nono, come in! we're trying to decide what to get for dinner." you smile, trying to ignore how unbelievably awkward this is. zuko hesitates, but the way you're looking at him...with a sigh, he enters the dorm, shutting the door. he lingers by the entrance, but you crawl over sasuke, standing. "sit wherever." you hum, putting a few things away. he sits down on the chair at the study table, giving you a small smile. you sit far away from sasuke and megumi, relaxing your shoulders.

"so, any suggestions?" you ask. "huh?" he blinks. "for dinner. we've tried classic fastfood joints, indian, chinese, thai, japanese..." you list off, recalling the dinners you've had recently. he chuckles quietly. "quite a variety." he nods before letting out a thoughtful hum, tilting his head. "pizza?"

you snort, grinning. "y'know what? sure." you shrug, looking towards the other two. "you guys chill with that?" you ask. they both shrug, which is their way of saying yes when they wanna be nonchalant. "cool." you nod, pulling your phone out. "i'll order."

"pepperoni." megumi says. "half vegetarian." sasuke adds at the exact same time. you stare at them. "you guys have been roommates for three years and still can't agree on toppings?"

"he has bad taste." sasuke says flatly. "he thinks mushrooms belong on pizza." megumi shoots back. "they do." megumi scoffs. "they absolutely do not."

zuko watches the exchange quietly before letting out a laugh. all three of you turn to look at him. he immediately clears his throat. "...sorry."

"no, keep laughing at them." you grin, already opening the app. "they argue about food at least twice a day."

"once." sasuke corrects.

"minimum."

"whatever."

you finish putting the order in before tossing your phone beside you. "forty-five minutes." you announce. megumi groans dramatically. "i'm starving." he complains. you roll your eyes before glancing at zuko. "right. this is megumi—sasuke's roommate." you then look at megumi. "this is zuko. we were best friends in high school." they both give each other a brief nod before silence settles over the room. the awkwardness feels like quicksand, making you desperate to claw your way out.

so, naturally, you ask, "do you guys wanna play a drinking game?"

sasuke gives you a look, sitting up properly. "we're not college freshmen at a party." he says dryly. you roll your eyes, fishing out the bottle of vodka you know they keep under sasuke's bed. "it'll be funnnn. c'mon." you insist, sitting down on the floor. a sigh leaves them collectively but they don't argue, sitting down by you.

"okay. truth or drink." sasuke immediately pinches the bridge of his nose. "of course." he mutters. "i picked something easy so nobody cries." you shrug. "that's reassuring." you ignore him. "i'll start." everyone waits. "...zuko." you point dramatically. "have you ever cheated on anyone?" he blinks. "no."

"see? easy." you say, pleased. "i've literally only dated one person." he goes on to say. "still." he shrugs. "your turn." his eyes drift around the circle before landing on megumi. "truth or drink?" he asks. "truth."

"have you ever been arrested?" you bark out a laugh. sasuke looks genuinely interested in the answer. megumi sighs. "...technically." you sit bolt upright, unaware of this. "technically?!" you gasp, making him roll his eyes. "it wasn't serious." he grumbles. "you got arrested?" you ask again. "detained." he corrects.

"megumi!" he rubs the back of his neck. "i punched somebody." zuko slowly nods. "right." sasuke doesn't even look surprised. "called it." megumi rolls his eyes, sighing. "sasuke, truth or drink?" he questions, an irritated tinge to his voice. sasuke smirks, dragging the bottle toward himself. "drink." he shrugs, taking a long sip of the vodka. megumi scoffs, snatching the bottle.

one hour, five shots, and a whole pizza later, the four of you are getting along swimmingly. "okay, okay- my turn." sasuke interjects in between your giggles, cheeks a little flushed. "zuko, truth or drink?" zuko pretends to think it over for a moment before chuckling to himself, mumbling 'truth'. sasuke pauses, considering his words. he knows you're gonna be mad, but the alcohol has loosened his tongue.

"how long did you like [name] for?" he asks, so sure of himself—so sure that zuko liked you. "sasuke, stop." you mumble, feeling the light atmosphere start to get weighed down. zuko looks at all of you slowly, and you think he's going to deny it, like always, when, "three years."

everyone goes quiet. your heart is pounding because of his answer, and you suddenly can't look at him. three years? he liked you for three years? then, sasuke hums. he's so casual, you'd've thought that zuko told him the weather. "okay. your turn." he shrugs. zuko exhales lowly, looking at you. "truth or drink?" he asks. you're getting whiplash, but you force yourself to speak. "truth."

"did you ever like me back?" once again, you're lost for words. this time, even sasuke looks a little surprised. megumi isn't looking at any of you, awkwardly scrolling on his phone. you chuckle nervously, taking a sip of the vodka. the burn has dulled now, no longer making you flinch as it runs down your throat. "i'm not answering. stop making it weird, guys." you mumble. "no, c'mon. answer." sasuke urges. you shoot him a glare, not appreciating how he's been instigating for the past few minutes. "fine." you huff. "yeah, i did."

"when?" zuko asks. "i'm not telling—that wasn't part of the question. megumi, truth or drink?" you ask sharply, beginning to grow a little upset. megumi blinks, putting his phone away. "uhhh...drink." he shrugs. you hand him the bottle, from which he takes another sip. "sasuke?" he redirects his attention. "truth."

the game continues on longer than it should've. at this point, nobody is really choosing to drink anymore—instead, opting out of questions through grumbles and quick turns in the conversation. everyone is drunk enough for it to slide.

the four of you shifted around absentmindedly until your knees are almost touching zuko's. he notices first, his gaze flickering downward and then back up. neither of you moves. the alcohol has settled into a warm haze behind your eyes. enough to quiet your thoughts without drowning them completely.

dangerous territory. you know that. because when you glance at him now, you don't just see your best friend from high school. you see the way he's grown into himself. the way he still looks at you like you're saying something worth listening to. the way he answered sasuke's question without lying. three years.

usually, you wouldn't entertain thoughts like this—you're loyal, despite recent events. it's because of those events that you're thinking about it. considering how sasuke encouraged your physical relationship with megumi, seemingly enjoying it, you wonder if he'd react similarly to zuko. "you're gone." zuko mumbles, noticing how much you're swaying back and forth.

you chuckle, leaning back on your hands. "i don't even wanna try to stand right now." you sigh. at this point, sasuke and megumi are occupied, having picked up a facetime call from naruto. zuko smiles slightly, tilting his head. "remember the first time i drank?" he asks, making you giggle. you nod, recalling how he'd taken too many shots too quickly, and how he was immobile one hour later. you have a lot of fond memories of him like that, you think.

falling into a comfortable rhythm, you and zuko begin reminiscing on your teenage years together, that old intimacy bubbling up again. you don't notice that sasuke and megumi are off the phone now, or that you're leaning into zuko now. he doesn't seem to notice either—not until there's barely any space left between you.

it's sasuke who notices first. from beside you, you feel his attention settle on the two of you. he doesn't interrupt. megumi follows his gaze, his mind swimming. he looks from you to zuko, then quietly lowers the bottle onto the carpet. the room seems unusually still.

zuko searches your face for something. permission, hesitation, regret? he finds none of them. instead, he finds you looking back. just as uncertain, just as curious, just as unwilling to be the first one to pull away.

his hand shifts against the floor, stopping only a few inches from yours. close enough that your fingers brush when you adjust your balance. the contact is fleeting. and yet neither of you moves afterward.

you hear sasuke exhale softly beside you, making you snap out of it. you pull away, looking back at your boyfriend. sasuke stares at you for a long moment before tilting his head, whispering, "go on." you swallow roughly, feeling less hesitation than you had with megumi. zuko, however, looks completely thrown. is he hearing this right? your boyfriend telling you to kiss him—zuko?

you look back at him, lips parting, leaning back in. "zuko..." you breathe, gaze focused on his lips. "[name], i..." he swallows, looking unsure. you kiss him anyway. you give him a chance to pull away, of course, but he doesn't. the second your lips meet his, his concern about your relationship disappears, desperation overtaking him. he's been wanting this since he was what—14? 15? and now you're here, mouth pressed against his. he can taste you, feel your soft breaths between kisses, feel your soft skin beneath his palm as it rests against your cheek, taste the vodka.

he breaks away, shooting an experimental glance at both sasuke and megumi, who seem to be...enjoying this? before he can think too much about it though, you're whining, pulling him back. god, did he die and go to heaven? you're kissing him so sweetly, mouth needy—it's surreal. he never thought he'd be here. but his fantasy is shattered when megumi pulls your attention away, tugging you towards him to steal a kiss for himself. zuko feels a mix of confusion, jealousy, and...a third thing he can't quite place.

sasuke smirks, shifting closer to the three of you from where he was sitting. "what, can't handle it?" he taunts, making zuko scoff. "what's your problem?" zuko shoots back, a little frustrated at sasuke's demeanor. how is he so okay with letting a girl like you be with other men? zuko doesn't get it. but he won't argue right now—he wouldn't have gotten to kiss you had it not been for sasuke's strange desires.

megumi pulls away from you, kissing down your neck instead. sasuke shrugs, taking the opportunity to stake his claim by kissing you before zuko could. you moan into his mouth, pulling away from megumi entirely to straddle your boyfriend. you feel him smirk against your mouth as he cups your waist, matching your eagerness.

before you know it, you're laying on megumi's bed, your shirt gone. zuko and sasuke are looming over you, and you're somewhat aware of megumi beside you. the alcohol is making your mind fuzzy—having a hard time focusing on anything aside from the ache between your legs.

zuko is hastily undoing his belt while sasuke kisses your neck, fingers tugging your sweatpants down your hips. zuko pushes his own pants and boxers down, cock springing free. sasuke moves out of the way, letting zuko settle between your legs. his breathing is heavy, eyes wide, face flushed. he whispers your name, leaning in to cage you against the bed. "can i..." he swallows, one hand hovering over your lower body. "can i please...?" his voice breaks.

you nod quickly, spreading your legs wider for him. he exhales shakily as his gaze drops to your clothed cunt, eyes fixated on the wet spot dampening your panties. he gently peels them off with shaky hands, breath catching as he bares you to himself. you're soaked, slick coating your pussy invitingly. "fuck...are you sure?" he whispers again, as if he can't believe that this is happening.

"zuko, please. i want you." you assure him, feeling a little dizzy as you lift your head up. he kisses you sweetly before beginning to kiss down your neck, hands situated at your waist. his breath is hot against your skin, the kisses growing sloppier as he goes lower. you bite your lip as he settles between your legs, letting your thighs cushion his head. his breath fans against your sensitive pussy but his gaze is burning into your own, fingers gently wrapped around your thighs. he places a kiss close to your clit, just a few centimeters shy—testing the waters.

your breathing is heavy and shaky, one hand sliding through his hair, the other in sasuke's. he's watching this all intensely, fingers tangled with yours tightly. megumi is somewhere in the room too but you can't bring yourself to look away from zuko to check. a whine escapes you as he licks a stripe up your cunt, his grip on your thighs tightening to keep you still. it's all the encouragement he needs to start devouring you, eating you out like he's been wanting this for years—which he probably has.

you moan and writhe beneath him, tugging harshly at his long hair—which only seems to encourage him. your breath is stolen by a kiss, however, when sasuke decides he wants your attention again. you struggle to kiss him back but you try your best, trying to ground yourself in the familiar sensation of your boyfriend.

"fuck...does he eat that pussy better than i do?" he rasps against your lips, low enough for only you to hear. you frantically shake your head—although, you're not in a position to fairly assess anything right now. sasuke lets out a pleased hum, kissing your neck. there's a difference in how he acts around zuko and megumi. he's not possessive when megumi is the one touching you.

speaking of, you hazily open your eyes, trying to focus. you spot him on the other bed, cock in hand, eyes locked on you. the sight, coupled with zuko's mouth, makes you moan louder than before, your chest heaving as the pleasure continues to build. "zuko- fuck, i'm close." you gasp out, instinctively trying to shut your legs. he doesn't let you though, prying them apart as he hums against you. the combination of his mouth on your pussy, sasuke's lips exploring your neck, and megumi's gaze, has you falling apart.

as you come down from your high, zuko peppers soft kisses against your thigh, slowly moving his way back up your body. "do you need a second?" he whispers against your lips, caging you in again. you shake your head, feeling his cock cushioned between your bodies. he looks around for a minute before spotting a condom megumi had apparently placed on the nightstand when things had gotten heated. grabbing it, he shakily opens the wrapper, tossing it aside with one hand while the other fumbles to roll the contraceptive over his cock.

he whispers a question one last time before slowly pushing in, pausing once he'd gotten a few inches in. you let out a broken whimper, clenching around him. he groans, hips accidentally bucking forward, stuffing you full. "shit- sorry, you okay?" he asks breathlessly, voice strained. you nod, holding on tightly to his shoulders. he presses a fleeting kiss to your forehead before pulling out, slowly pushing back in. you feel the stretch—how good it is. "zuko..." you moan, wrapping your legs around his waist. he groans, gradually starting to pick up the pace.

in between moans and dizzying pleasure, you turn your head to the side again, only to find that sasuke is now with megumi, their lips locked and hands doing something that you can't quite see in the dim lighting. "fuck, you're so tight..." zuko mumbles against your neck. "i- haah...i've been thinking about this for years. is that wrong?" his pathetic admission makes you refocus, and you shake your head. "n-no...i thought about it once or twice..." you pant. that seems to really do something to him because he begins fucking you faster, arms wrapped tightly around your waist. "god, don't say that." he whimpers.

he continues to pound into you with reckless abandon, not caring about the other two in the room anymore. all he sees is you. through your drunk haze, you find yourself thinking back to high school, wondering what would've happened if one of you had confessed your feelings before you'd gotten with sasuke. however, the thought brings an ache to your chest. as good as zuko was, and continues to be, to you, sasuke is the one that you love. zuko and megumi...you love them too, but it's not the same.

you don't have much time to dwell on that though, because you start to feel the familiar tingling of your orgasm building, and you start to buck your hips up more. "zuko, please-" you sob out. he nods, panting against your ear. "i know...i'm close too," he soothes, grinding a little harder with each thrust to really get your g-spot. it takes only a few more seconds of that before you're cumming, clamping down around his cock. he groans, nudging his tip against your cervix, filling the condom with his own load. you both go boneless, panting softly, before you sit up. you gently push him off you, swinging your legs off the bed. megumi and sasuke are already up, cleaning up the mess of food and dishes off the floor.

megumi pauses before moving over to you, gently running his fingers through your hair. he looks down at you with a silent question and you nod, assuring him that you feel alright. pleased, he returns to help sasuke clean, while you pull your clothes back on. a few minutes later, you and zuko stand at the door of their dorm. you had decided to go back to your own dorm tonight, wanting to shower and sleep in your own bed. and tomorrow, you want to really break down this whole situation. but for tonight, you're okay with having all three of them—and you know they're okay with it too.

"do you want me to walk you?" zuko asks, earning a nod from you. "text me when you get back." sasuke mumbles, pressing a kiss to your cheek. you smile, kissing his lips, and then megumi's, before turning to leave with zuko.

you're not sure what you're gonna do now.

credits: divider by @silentpinks

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