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Knock.

The sound of knuckles pounded against the door a single time, but it was loud, ringing through the apartment.

Shit shit shit.

You were rummaging through one of the boxes on the top of the stack, shirts scribbled on the front in permanent marker to find a tank top to tug over your head and shove your arms through.

You almost tripped when you rammed your toe into corner of a different box, cursing under your breath as your fingers found the doorknob to roughly tear it open.

But someone else had already beat you to the front door, a broad body blocking your sight out of who was at the door.

"I'd appreciate it if you left," Suguru's curt voice cut through the silence. Calm. Collected. Cold.

"Don't think I will," Sukuna grunted back.

You padded down the hall, your hand pausing on Suguru's bicep long enough for you to pull him away enough to catch a peek of the man waiting for you on the other side.

"You done being a dick?" You huffed at your roommate, your hip bumping into his side as your attention settled back on Sukuna.

His hair was damp - a few strands glued down to his forehead like he showered before heading over, casually clad in jeans and a t-shirt, his dark eyes sweeping over you the same. His lips curled up in a smug smile while his gaze flickered between you and an irritated Suguru.

"Ignore him," You returned his smile, gesturing inside the apartment before you forced the door open wide enough for him to enter. "Come on in."

Sukuna hadn't made it a step in before Suguru's hand was touching your back, his voice murmuring in your ear. "Can we please talk about this?"

You took your own advice and pretended you didn't hear him.

Sukuna slung his arm loosely over your waist once he was close enough, a possessive hand planted on your ass as you turned to show him the way back to your bedroom. You could feel the eyes burning a hole in your back when his huge palm squeezed, your shorts riding up higher on your thighs, the fabric thin enough he could probably see the lace pattern of your panties through it.

"You usually walk around like this?" He had to lean down to your level, but even then he was still too tall for it to really be in your ear, his grunt was loud enough Suguru had to hear.

He wanted to know if you were wearing it for him or for them.

"Sometimes," You hm-ed, finding yourself naturally gravitating towards him until your arm was bumping into his, your nerves fluttering in your chest at him being so close again. "You like it?"

"Was gonna rip whatever you wore off you anyway," He answered, all gruff and unaffected, but there was something serious in his stare, like he actually meant it.

"Yeah?" You giggled, a small grin spreading across your lips automatically at how blunt he was.

You reached your door, pushing it open enough for him to fit inside first before quickly stepping in after him so you could shut and lock it before either of your roommates could try do something as stupid enough as following you in. Especially considering the current state of it.

"What's this?"

He looked handsome with his brows furrowed like that - his eyes narrowed as they scanned the room and roamed over the boxes and your scrawl on the side of them when he walked in.

You hesitantly cast a glance through the wall, not particularly wanting this bit to be overheard.

"I'm, um, moving. Got my own place," You quietly explained, nervously crossing your arms over your chest while you took a small step closer to him. "Tomorrow, actually."

His mouth quirked back up into the same smirk as before, a hand reaching out to grab your waist and pull you in until you were flush with his chest.

"Guess they don't know that?"

A dark glint flashed in his eyes, clearly amused at the mess of a situation you just roped him into, picking up the undertones in every pause and glance.

"Not exactly," You reluctantly admitted, biting your lip.

He chuckled, his almost shrewd stare sizing you up this time, reassessing whatever he thought of you.

He must have liked it, since it only took him three seconds before his hand slipped around to your back and his mouth landed back on your lips for a rough kiss. Walking forward until your back was hitting your mattress, the springs creaking underneath you while he climbed on top of you. Effortlessly caging you in with his much larger frame, the smell of his shampoo and the fain scent of soap replacing the cologne he'd worn before, but fuck, something about it was even better. You tossed your arms over his shoulders, one tracing the muscles of his back while the other played with his surprisingly soft hair. He huffed a little at the touch, the tenderness of it, but his body relaxed into it, his other hand cupping your face.

It felt massive like that, his calloused palm and searing touch only adding to the heat pooling hotter and burning brighter between your thighs as you wrapped your legs around his waist.

The friction of the bulge barely contained in his jeans pressing down against your clit through your too-thin shorts was dizzying, gasping into his mouth right as his tongue forced its way in. Grinding against him naturally, rolling your hips up along his thick length and groaning when his lips moved down, messy kisses trailing across your jaw, sharp teeth skimming over the skin of your throat like they remembered what it felt like to sink in there, teasing you with the memory of it.

The hand on your face somehow ended up caught in your hair, roughly tugging at it to tilt your head to the side enough to give him better access to hungrily suck harsh spots down to your collarbone. His other hand was slipping in between the small space between your bodies, taking a breast in his firm grip and squeezing hard right as his canines scraped back against your sensitive skin, your moan unmuffled this time.

"S-shit," You stammered, blinking a few times as he readjusted his grip to pull you up to sit until you were straddling his lap again, supporting your weight with a warm hand on your back.

He was tearing your shirt over your head and tossing it away to hit one of the boxes with a soft rustle, making quick work of discarding your bra next, the cold air hitting your nipples making them harden before his tongue licked a clean stripe over one, his mouth latching on and sucking hard enough that you were gasping his name.

Tugging on his hair, fingers tangled in-between the fluffy strands and lost in the feeling of his tongue swirling around the bud while his cock throbbed against your clit, trying desperately to hold yourself together enough not to beg for it immediately.

"Pretty," He murmured into your skin, pulling off with a lewd pop! just to pinch your nipple between his sturdy fingers.

A compliment coming from him felt like it was worth a hundred.

Or maybe you were just so starved for affection and connection you needed it to mean something more.

He wasn't the type to accommodate your contemplation.

Flipping you into your back and getting off the bed to drag you to the end of it, sliding a finger underneath the band of your shorts to tug them down your thighs, pausing just long enough for his eyes to flick over you spread out on display for him before he made good on his word and tore your flimsy underwear off with one hand and no effort.

"Needy girl," He tch-ed, rough palms pulling your thighs apart and pinning them to the bed so he had full view of just how needy you really were.

"Just gonna stare?" You teased back, batting your lashes at him just for Sukuna to huff and roll his eyes back at you.

"Careful," He practically growled, his thumb tracing half a circle as it dug into the inside of your thigh, like he was testing how pliant you were for him. "Unless you really want me to shut you up."

"Go ahead and try," You hummed, an electric sort of excitement racing through your veins, all the little neurons in your brain firing as you tried to etch each scorching touch into your memory.

The sound of skin hitting skin reached your ears before you processed the sting against your cunt, the pleasure tinged with pain, all the air forced out of your lungs, the you sucked in not giving your lungs any oxygen.

The realization you actually sorta wanted him to do it again caught you off guard, staring up at him with wide eyes. His fingers started rubbing circles back over the sore bud, soothing the ache, your body responding to him before your mind fully caught up.

The familiar corner of his lip twitching up to replace his stern frown at your flustered silence.

"Anything else to say?" He dryly mocked.

"Again?" You requested, pushing your bottom lip out in a pout that made him scoff.

The next one was harsher, the pressure of the palm of his hand pressing down on your sensitive bundle of nerves making you yelp, but it was two of his thick fingers shoved inside and stretching you out that had his name falling from your mouth in a strangled gasp. The friction as he rubbed his hand down harder, dipping his fingers deeper had your head sinking back into the mattress, the old springs inside creaking with each pump.

"Fuck, th-that's, oh," You groaned, back molars grinding against each other as his fingers curled, crooking in just the right spot, an equally crooked smile on his face like he loved watching you fall into pieces with just a few strokes of his fingers.

"Still talking?" He cocked his head to the side, smug in an annoyingly attractive way, picking up the pace until you started to stutter his name again.

"K-Kuna," You whined, scrambling to claw at the sheets, hips pushing off the bed to meet his hand just for him to slip his fingers out.

Your weak whimper at his absence was embarrassing - lips pressed together in a tight frown as you tried to hold it back. But he hummed, clicking his tongue and shaking his head, the hand that had been holding your thigh down tracing a long line up your body until he ran his thumb over your lips, tugging it down so it was frozen in a surprised 'o' at how much softer his touch was than you anticipated.

It struck you that despite what he was saying, he wanted to hear you.

Or maybe what he really wanted was for the men next-door to hear you.

You nodded, a silent mutual understanding taking shape.

He chuckled, and his grip readjusted again, pulling you to the very edge of the bed and getting on his knees, his tongue diving in while your thighs tried to clamp down on his head. You freely moaned this time, delivering a pornstar worthy performance, pretty gasps of his name stammered out while he pressed his tongue flat, dragging his tastebuds over what felt like every piece of you.

The best part?

You didn't even have to pretend.

Not when every whimper and whine he ripped out of your throat was real. His mouth working wonders, rough licks and hungry sucks that only poured gasoline on the blinding need burning in the pit of your stomach, one you couldn't help but hope he'd throw a lit match on.

You knew it'd fizzle out once he was gone, but you wanted his warmth for a while. You knew you'd get burned, but it was better than the bitter cold you'd been living in for so long.

Sukuna pinned your thighs back to the bed, giving you a a small hum of approval at how pliant you were for him, letting him move you how he wanted so he could angle his tongue deeper before dragging it up to your clit, planting a rough kiss there, wrapping his lips around the sensitive bud to suck.

And fuck, it was hard not to immediately snap, to not drop the act along with all your restraint and fall apart for him.

"C'mon, I know you wanna cum," He wryly commented, pulling back just enough so you could feel his warm breath over your slick skin. Your muscles tensed under his hands, your body giving him the answer your mouth couldn't form when you shivered at his deep voice and his calloused palms running over your soft thighs.

"G-god, fuck," You practically spit it out, biting down hard enough on your bottom lip to draw blood while his mouth returned to delivering open-mouthed kisses to your sensitive bundle of nerves, well-aware each one threatened to push you over the edge.

"Stop holding out on me, brat," He barked, but there was a hint of softness to how he spoke, not as abrasive or harsh as before, just enough to let you know he wasn't being an absolute asshole.

Then, the sharp edge of his canines just barely grazed over your clit before he rolled his tongue back over it and you were unraveling under the pressure, a white-hot wave of pleasure searing through to your core, a strangled moan escaping as his tongue worked you through it.

"K-kuna, please, fuck," You whined, your fingers tangling in his hair trying to pull him back up to you. "N-need you to fuck me."

Which, really, you did, but you also wanted them to hear you begging for him.

You felt his lips curve up first, still pressed against your skin before he readjusted, climbing over you to snag a pillow from the top of your bed before flipping you over and sliding it under your stomach to prop you up moremcomfortably.

His hand traced over your ass, lingering for a moment before he pulled back to spank you. It was deceptively loud, despite him not even smacking that hard, only a slight sting that was immediately soothed by a small kiss.

Clearly, he was trying to get a rise out of your roommates just as much as you were.

"You want me to wear a condom?" He offered as he stood, discarding his clothes piece by piece, tossing them next to yours on the floor.

And okay, yeah, you should've said yes.

But knowing who was listening one room over with their ears probably pressed against the wall, you couldn't help yourself.

"No," You murmured, just loud enough that they'd probably be able to hear. "Wanna feel you."

Sukuna chuckled, and then one hand was pressed against your neck while the other was splayed across the small of your back, holding it down into a pretty arch for him.

You glanced back over your shoulder at him, chewing on the inside of your cheek, wondering if you'd be overselling it if you said what you wanted to.

"I-I dunno if it'll fit," You stammered, pushing out your bottom lip in a pout you both knew was pretend, a laugh he could hardly hold in threatening to spill out.

"I'll make it."

Your own giggle was suppressed by his swollen tip nudged at your entrance, slowly splitting you open on his thick length, watching you stretch easily around him after his mouth prepared you so well for him.

Your breaths were broken, forced out in stutters, gasping and struggling not to groan with each inch he pushed in, the weight of his chest pressing down on your back as his fingers held you in place.

Burying himself inside you until he'd bottomed out, grunting as you instinctively jolted, whining his name as he kept you there, face down in the mattress as his cock twitched.

"C'mere," He huffed, his warm chest and carved muscles sinking into you, his breath dancing over your neck as he scattered lovebites, threatening to break the thin skin.

"I don't think I can get any closer," You sarcastically muttered, your voice muffled into the mattress.

He laughed again, dark and low, and it sent a sharp pang through your chest, something torn between unease and excitement.

"Oh?" Sukuna challenged, his hands readjusting so they were grabbing your wrists, pulling your hands free from where they were clawing at the sheets, pinning them over your head and settling his entire weight on your body. The new angle had you seeing stars, scrunching your eyes shut as his cock was shoved all the way in.

You waited for him to move, but he refused.

Grinding his tip against the spongy spot in the back, watching you wiggle and squirm underneath him, your lips sealed shut so you didn't have to admit you were wrong.

"How's this?" He taunted, and you couldn't even hate him because it was good.

Fucking fantastic, actually, but he'd have to fuck that information out of you.

"Fine." It was a whisper, a barely-audible squeak into the mattress.

"Gonna have to be louder than that if you want our audience to hear," He leaned down to mutter, his lips brushing over your ear.

"God, fuck, right there," You whimpered, moving so your voice wouldn't be obscured by the blankets or the bed, panting as he pulled out just to plunge back in.

"Good girl," He murmured, and a fluttering you weren't familiar with stirred up in your stomach, the pressure starting to return and build beneath it.

"Y-you're so fucking hot," You groaned, genuine this time, a little overwhelmed by your growing attraction to him, the way you were starting to realize you liked every little detail you picked up on, how he talked to you and how much fun you were having.

He didn't say anything to that - but from the small glimpse you could catch of him over your shoulder, you could see the flicker of surprise on his face.

"Mm' so close." You were. Startlingly so.

Every drag of his tip inside your cervix, the way his thumb was absentmindedly rubbing half-circled over your wrist and the heat of his body, it was all too much. Already sensitive from the first orgasm he pulled from you, the second one seemed like it was going to wash over you whether you tried to hold it back or not.

"Hold on a little longer for me?" He grunted, like he didn't want to pull out, like he wanted to draw this out for as long as possible.

"I'll try," You whimpered, but you were squeezing too tight around him, all the tension pulling tighter and tighter and tighter until- "Fuck."

You finished first, drowning in the feeling of him fucking you through it before you even realized he was filling you up, warm cum painting your insides the same white that you were seeing. Unwrapped and raw, your nerves burning and brain rewired by this new feeling, this new high, how readily he seemed to claim you.

"Shit," He spoke first. "Sorry."

How that somehow sounded more genuine than a single apology you'd ever received from the men next door struck you.

"Don't be," You murmured, flipping over to your front with a yawn. "I'm on birth control anyway."

"Yeah?" You felt his attention flicker, felt his eyes linger from where his cum was starting to drip down up to your fucked-out face.

"Yeah," You nodded.

You should stand up, get some clothes on and offer to let him stay the night. Or maybe suggest ordering some food. You didn't think he'd decline either. Not when he was studying you like he wanted to do it all again.

But then he picked up his jeans and checked his phone, and whatever he saw there made him frown.

"Fuckin' idiot," He grunted, glancing down at his phone before sighing and pulling up his boxers and jeans so he could shove it in his pocket. He hurried through getting dressed while you watched. "I gotta go get my brother."

"Oh," You mumbled, still dazed as you tried to stand and wobbled on your feet. He steadied your arm, his hand gripping too hard before abruptly relaxing, like maybe he wasn't used to holding someone like that, struggling to mind his strength.

"I'll call you."

You weren't sure why, but you sorta believed him.

"Okay," You nodded, blinking a few times as you started to pull a t-shirt over your head, forgoing a bra as you snagged a fresh pair of underwear from a box, cum still leaking on your thighs.

You didn't expect it when Sukuna got down on his knees and took the underwear from your hands, guiding your palm to rest on your shoulder for support so he could help you step into them, sliding them up your thighs and readjusting them on your hips.

"Word of advice?" He grunted, and all you could do was nod, speechless at the sight of him beneath you like that, how big he still seemed, his wide frame and muscles bulging under his shirt, the hard setting of his chiseled jaw. "Whatever they did to you, do it back to them."

You were still thinking about it and him after he left.

Pacing back and forth across your bedroom, wondering if he'd keep the ripped panties in his pocket, debating how dangerous it'd be for your heart to answer if he called. Glancing at the wall while you deliberated on how risky it'd be to step out of your room to get a drink and take a shower, if your roommates would be waiting, all the talking and laughing they'd been doing before replaced with silence now.

You rubbed the side of your neck, all your previously relaxed muscles starting to tense up again already, your attempts at massaging it doing shit to help while you walked into the kitchen. Yawning as you reached up to grab a glass from the cupboards while you did the awkward post-sex stumble over to the sink to fill it.

Scrunching your eyes shut for a moment, replaying the teasing and the teeth, the ghost of his touch on your skin before someone else's hand was on your shoulder, thumb digging into the muscle to massage it for you.

"Knock it off, Toru," You mumbled, rolling your shoulder back like it'd get him to quit, but the weight of his chest pressed into your back, his free hand landing on the other side of the counter to cage you in.

You were even sure what gave it away that it was him, maybe his cologne or just his presence alone.

"What, sweetheart? Don't tell me that guy actually satisfied you," He teased, an edge to his light voice you'd rarely heard.

"He did," You huffed back, his fingers freezing in place. "But that's not your business, is it?"

"It sorta is when it's under my roof," He sarcastically shot back.

Asshole.

"Yeah? So you guys can bring over whoever you wanna fuck and I can't?" You twisted around to face him, scrunching your face up in a scowl.

His signature smirk was still in place, like if it faltered for even a second, this whole stupid affair would splinter, and everything would come out.

"You've already got the best, why would you want anything else?" He pouted dramatically, the hand next to your waist inching closer.

"And you had me, but you always wanted someone else so," You shrugged, your voice coming out colder than you expected, a hint of hurt betraying you.

He flinched.

A barely there twitch of his brow, a blink you almost missed, his pupils too-wide, only a thin sliver of blue showing as he stared.

"Don't worry," You clenched your jaw, sarcasm dripping from every word. "I won't invite him here anymore."

You'd invite him to your new place.

"I mean, c'mon, baby, don't we do our best to take care you?"

You were pretty sure your heart stopped. Stomach sinking at the not-subtle way he emphasized the we. The faint footsteps that had paused on the opposite end of the counter, Satoru refusing to step away even in Suguru's company.

He knew. They both knew. Maybe always had.

You were just the oblivious one.

Caught between the two of them while they played pretend and acted like this was normal, natural.

"Sounds like she's feeling a little left out, huh?" Suguru's honeyed hum wasn't so soothing, no, it sliced through you, cutting through the hurt until there was just anger left.

Sukuna's sly suggestion was still ringing in your ears as Satoru stepped forward and his hand skimmed from your waist down to your hip to hold you where he wanted you before you could slip out of his grasp again.

Do it back to them.

It wasn't a terrible idea.

Moving out wasn't enough - not when they still hadn't gotten a proper taste of precisely what they were losing.

No, it would probably be even easier than you imagined with the desperation underscoring each exchange.

"Yeah? You two gonna make it up to me?" You made your voice sound more breathless than it really was, poking Satoru's firm chest while a real grin was quick to form on his face.

Pretty and perfectly unaware of the cum leaning down your leg, a fun discovery for him to find later.

Suguru moved quietly, a second hand drifting up your arm until he was brushing his thumb over your jaw, tilting your head to the side so you could face him for the first time. His dark stare was just as piercing as Satoru's bright one. Eyes narrowed and brows pulled together, traces of disappointment or disapproval still lingering in the lines of his face.

"What?" You huffed at him, folding your arms over your chest just for him to pry them back off and pull you to him.

"Did I say anything?" Suguru murmured, but his features hadn't shifted, still stuck in the same borderline pissy expression.

"You're staring like you wanna spank me," You taunted, right as Satoru actually did squeeze your ass from behind.

"Think your friend already did that," He cooly replied, his nose scrunching up for a second as he spit the word out a bit differently than the rest.

"Jealous?" You cocked your head to the side, rubbing it in a little more with your fake pout.

They were.

They could deny it or try to distract you, but the proof was in their possessiveness, the clenched jaws and their greedy grip on you.

"He doesn't deserve you," Satoru leaned down to whisper in your ear, pressing soft kisses into the still sensitive spots up your throat.

"As if you do?" You murmured, the dull thrum of desire starting to flare up despite your better judgement, leaning back just for Suguru to yank you forward, ending up sandwiched between their much bigger bodies.

"I'd do anything for you," Satoru whined, sinking his teeth in over one of the hickies Sukuna had left, kissing and sucking at it hard enough you couldn't help but shiver.

He must have a pretty narrow definition of anything. After all, he wouldn't be your boyfriend. Wouldn't take you on dates or kiss you in front of his friends.

He could only do anything if you were alone.

And apparently, you must've been the problem if they both knew the other was sleeping with you and still treated you like a dirty secret they had to share.

"Go fuck each other," You grumbled, giving them one last chance to back out but you knew they wouldn't when you were tilting your head back against Satoru's chest, your fingers slipping up underneath Suguru's shirt. "Leave me out of it."

"Can't," Suguru murmured, gently grabbing your chin to force you to face him. "Always been about you, baby."

You could almost believe that when they led you back to Satoru's room with more sweet whispers and greedy hands. Pulling your shirt off, their stares sticking to the kiss-covered canvas of your chest.

Suguru was pushing you on the bed while Satoru climbed on behind you, pale hands covering your breasts, your back flush with his chest as he continued to pepper your neck with desperate sucks, teeth nipping at you like it'd erase the hickies someone else left there.

You hoped every one reminded him of what they screwed up.

Suguru forced your hips up in the air, his fingers toying with the band of your pajama pants before he slipped them down your thighs and discarded them along with your underwear on the floor. The phone in your pocket made a small thud as it hit the floor.

Sliding his hands over your calves, past your knees, up, up, up until they were holding your thighs, parting them and-

Suguru stopped, sucking in a sharp breath and shaking his head.

"Something wrong?" You innocently asked, tilting your head to the side so Satoru could kiss your collarbone, his soft hair tickling you.

"No." Yes.

Was it not exhausting to never say what was really on his mind? You were exhausted. Weighed down by the shackles you let them attach to you, the affection you once showered them with.

"Well?" You waited, daring him to snap, to break, to do something other than keep up this stupid charade.

But he just slipped two sturdy fingers inside, his sly smile refusing to leave his lips while your mouth fell back open as you shuddered.

You wondered if he'd ever scooped another man's cum out of a girl before.

Or if you'd have the honor of being his first.

You imagined it was usually the other way around - that he probably finished inside their guest star and Satoru was the one who cleaned up the mess.

Being the second act, the understudy, fucking sucked. You wanted to be someone's main attraction.

His fingers crooked up, curling deeper and deeper, the force of his thrusts coating your thighs and Satoru's sheets with you and him.

The wet sound of it reverberating through the room, his dark eyes never leaving yours while Satoru held you in place, pushing the cum out with every rough pump of his fingers. Intense was an understatement.

His stare was searing - but in an icy way, frosted over. Irritated that you were slipping further and further out of his grasp, irritated that he was sharing you in a way he hadn't approved of prior.

"Suguru," You purred softly, watching the way his jaw unclenched, his shoulders relaxed.

Satoru's cock jumped against the small of your back at the sound of your voice, throbbing against your spine.

"Yeah?" Suguru's voice was deep, raspy, right as he slotted a third finger inside, your breath torn from your throat.

Hips arching up into his hand, Satoru's hand slipping down from your breast to press down on your stomach, the pressure on top of his best friend's fingers stretching you out already painting pretty white stars across your vision when you scrunched your eyes closed.

"F-fuck, I'm gonna-" You cut yourself off, panting as you tried to squirm, but Satoru refused to let you, his free hand wrapping around your throat, long fingers splayed out and squeezing softly, just enough that your head was spinning.

"C'mon, pretty, wanna see you cum," Suguru murmured, and you were, but you were still thinking about the other person whose cum was on his hand. The piece of you that wished it was him calling you pretty again.

But this time? You decided you'd be okay either way.

You'd either see him again or you wouldn't. You weren't going to let another man keep you waiting and wondering, stuck under his spell and spending every night thinking about him before you fell asleep.

"That's it, baby, let go," Satoru goaded in your ear, misunderstanding you once more - maybe for the last time too. "You're so gorgeous, you know that?"

Suguru was still shoving his fingers in-and-out, coaxing you through your climax, ignoring all the little praises his partner-in-fucking-you was whispering into your skin. Satoru pushed the hand on your stomach down harder, as if he'd actually be able to feel where Suguru was inside there, his grip on your throat tightening at the same time.

You couldn't let go with them anymore, but you did let yourself enjoy your high a little longer.

Lost in a fantasy from another life.

Wrapped around one man's fingers while the other's were wrapped around your throat.

Suguru slipped out with a wet sound that still made you blush, a hint of how self-consciousness persisting even now. He dragged his slick fingers up to where Satoru's hand was resting below your belly button, prying them off of you.

"She was mine first," Suguru muttered, releasing the fingers from your throat next. Satoru scoffed, trying to grab your waist, but Suguru picked you up with ease, his hand damp when it landed on your back, bringing you in until your breasts were pushed against his chest.

"Only because you cheated," Satoru argued back, grabbing a handful of your hair and pulling it just hard enough to twist your face around so you were looking at him.

Despite how, uh, handsy, he'd been, he looked almost devastated. His pupils were too-wide, the blue still hardly visible. Brows scrunched together, his bottom lip a little farther out than the top.

"You loved me first, right, angel?" He tugged your hair harder, enough that he was able to lean over you and kiss your cheek.

Love was not a word you ever allowed yourself to accept when it came to them.

It stung more that all the feelings you tried to hard to bury had already been unearthed by them. Acting like they were entitled to you when they were just grave robbers.

"You're both insufferable," You mumbled, and Satoru laughed. Flicking Suguru's forehead with his free hand before sneakily wrapping a sturdy arm around you in order to twist you around to face him.

"But I'm right?" Satoru hummed, pulling you one way while Suguru readjusted your body for you until your hands and knees were sinking into the mattress. A pretty puppet for them to play with.

"Does it matter?" You frowned, chewing on the inside of your cheek while you heard the rustle of Suguru disrobing behind you, his clothes hitting the ground while Satoru peeled his shirt over his head, discarded his boxers next, a damp spot from where his swollen and leaky cock had dripped pre-cum over his thick, pink tip.

"Come on," Suguru joined in on Satoru's childish games, something hard pressing into your ass as the bed dipped behind you where he climbed back on. "You have to have a favorite."

And so what? You'd never be either of theirs.

One set of hand held your hips, and you weren't sure if it was you or him (or him) that was making your skin so wet when he positioned his thick length to rub along your entrance. Satoru pretended, at least, to be more sentimental about it, leaning over and cupping your face to draw your attention back up to him, this thumbs tracing over your cheekbones until they were almost squishing your face.

"Well?" He quizzed.

"I hate you both equally," You grumbled, but he didn't seem to believe you'd bite considering he just smiled so sincerely at you, letting go of your cheek to guide his cock towards your lips, the slightly salty taste of his pre-cum coating them a glossy white.

"You love us."

Satoru was probably just saying it because he needed to believe it. Needed it to be true more than he ever actually needed you.

If this was happening to you a a year ago? You'd probably tell them whatever they wanted to hear, making promises between kisses just for the hope they'd return a fraction of your adoration.

"Satoru," Suguru scolded him, the fingers dimpling around your waist digging deeper while he dragged his cock back across your heat, the pressure on your clit making you shudder on instinct, your mouth parting just enough for Satoru to slip the first few inches of his cock in your mouth. You had barely started to swirl your tongue around him, gradually allowing him to edge his way in before Suguru's tip caught on your entrance.

You couldn't decide which to focus on - Suguru's slow approach, taking his time to push in each searing inch, or Satoru's cock throbbing in your mouth, bumping into the back of your throat with every too-fast thrust.

"It's alright, baby, you don't have to answer him," Suguru leaned down, his mouth brushing against the bare expanse of our back as he spoke. Each kiss lingered. Soft, tender, his breath warm on your skin as he lodged himself deep enough you could practically feel him in your lungs. "I love you."

Time stopped. Your spine went stiff, all your muscles too-tense, frozen in place. A pit tearing open in your stomach, anxiety curdling and coiling and tying itself in knots you wished you could just rip out of you.

You were actually thankful for Satoru scoffing and shoving his cock back in your throat so you didn't have to reply to that.

"Seriously?" Satoru groaned, and it was half-annoyance, half-pleasure. "You were supposed to let me say it first."

"You took too long." You didn't need to see his face to know Suguru was probably shrugging and smirking while he slowly picked up the pace. Sliding his cock in-and-out, leaving the impression he was trying to make sure you memorized every vein and ridge of his cock while it seared inside you.

"I love you more, sweetheart," Satoru pitched his voice down to a low purr, caressing your cheek and stroking your hair like he might actually mean it. "You know that, right, baby?"

What you knew was they both had a pretty fucked idea of where the line was drawn between friendship and love and lust. They didn't love you.

They loved your attention. Your eyes glued to them, peering up at them on your knees, worshipping them with your mouth. They never paid attention to any of the words coming out of it.

Your own scoff was snuffed out by Suguru thrusting in hard enough it forced Satoru's cock to hit the back of your throat again, his vein pulsing fast over your tongue. He groaned, his grip on your hair pulling tight suddenly like it was all he had to hold himself back.

"See how good we can take care you?" Suguru murmured, his lips ghosting over your skin while his own hold on your hips dug deeper, like he wished he could leave fingerprints so you'd be left with the reminder you were still theirs.

"Mm, fuck, baby, m'so sorry, promise we'll never leave you out again, okay? Take you out somewhere nice tomorrow night and-"

You had to tune out Satoru's lovesick rambling, the sweet sincerity in his voice rolling through you as he said stuff you used to dream of.

Stuff he was probably only saying because you were sucking his dick.

You wondered what he'd say when you didn't let him finish.

If he knew half the hurt he'd put you through, would he really feel bad? Or would he only regret it if you weren't around?

Suguru's cock stretching you out around him, his subtle groans breathed into your back as he fucked you from behind, feeling like an animal on a leash they were trying to tame with how tightly they were both clinging onto you.

The low buzzing on the wood floor was a wake-up call.

A phone call that felt more like an alarm, dragging you out of bed and away from the dream you couldn't keep closing your eyes and pretending you still wanted any part of anymore.

Pulling away from Satoru with a filthy pop! while you pushed off by his hips, smacking at Suguru's hand on your own to squirm free. Sore legs trembling when you wobbled on bare feet over to your crumpled pajamas, picking it up and digging your phone free from the pocket.

It didn't matter who it was, even if wasn't him. Because the excuse had already taken shape in your mind, a cruel pin for you to shove in their straw hearts.

"Sorry, it's my boyfriend," You shrugged, offering a semi-apologetic pout.

"Your boyfriend?" Satoru scoffed, condescension off the second word like it was curse.

"Mm, yeah," You yawned, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear while you let your gaze lazily drift from one of your still-nude roommates the other. Naked and bare, muscles pulled taut, sweat glistening on their skin, dreamy. It was just that you'd woken up. "Gotta take this. You guys can take care of each other though."

You were bending over to grab your shirt and scurrying out after throwing a short wave over your shoulder, both of them too stunned to properly react.

"Sweetheart," Suguru called out before you'd even shut the door all the way, speaking softer than he had all night.

Stay.

Another item on the long list of things you'd never say to each other.

The last box was in your car. All the big furniture loaded up in the truck, on the way to your new home, the pen you used for your newly-signed lease sitting heavy in your purse when you threw one last look around your empty old room. A silent exit out of their life, no goodbyes necessary.

The quiet was weird.

How long would it take to get used to that after living alone?

A week? A month?

Footsteps echoing through the apartment as you paused by the kitchen, setting your purse down on the counter while you pulled out your keyring, struggling the old key off, scratched and worn from years of use before it softly clinked as you dropped it onto the marble.

Maybe you'd catch them in the street some day, wave and exchange an awkward hello or how are you that you would scrub from your memory once they left your rear view. For now, though, they'd just be a couple of blocked numbers, a list of places you'd avoid until their ghosts stopped haunting them.

Withdrawal would be a bitch.

But sticking around to just be a third party in this fucked-up little threesome was an addiction you couldn't afford anymore.