#stsg x reader

You whine a little in protest even though the reference makes your lips tick. "But you guys made me so comfortable already..."

And they truly have.

The bath had been waiting for you before you'd even thought to ask for one. Actually, the idea was planted in Satoru and Suguru's heads the moment you texted that you were dead-tired and grimy to the group chat from the back of Ijichi's car. You had been the only one to head out on a mission today, Satoru spending the day teaching and training the first years and Suguru mirroring him with the third years— Satoru had weaseled his way into a full hands-on day with his students, claiming he needed somewhat of a break, and Suguru spent most of his time teaching rather than hunting curses anymore, anyways.

(You and Satoru have been on the offensive with the higher-ups for years to nail down this arrangement for Suguru. Sure, Suguru still took on the occasional mission when everyone else was stretched thin by their own duties, but for his mental health’s sake, it was best that he stuck to guiding and nurturing the current generation.

You never want to see him as hollowly depressed as he was after everything that went down when he was a student.)

When you'd finally wandered into your shared house with knotted shoulders and your thumbs aggravatedly digging out the soreness from your temples, both your boyfriends snatched you up at the genkan and herded you like wildly insistent border collies to the master bedroom's ensuite, which had been transformed into a luxury spa during your twenty minute commute.

Towels were folded up in their warmer, candles swaying happily, the massive tub brimming with fragrant bathing oils and mineral salts— literally the whole nines. All the tiny things you'd long forgotten mentioning you preferred for a long soak were present, that information lovingly archived inside two impossibly attentive minds.

Before you could burst into happy tears at the lengths they went to for you, Suguru helped peel away your clothes before passing you off to Satoru, who offered both hands the moment you stepped toward the siren call of the water on sore legs, smoothly bowing as though escorting you into a ballroom instead of a bathtub.

Between them, lowering yourself into the steaming water (which was the fucking perfect temperature, holy hell) was less like climbing into a bath— another chore to hustle through before bed when you were already so worn-thin— and more like mindlessly handing yourself over for what they both dubbed your 'princess treatment.'

Suguru's smile is a ray of gentle light coloring his words, "Are we supposed to apologize for being good boyfriends?"

"Yeah. And you have to live with the consequences," you sigh, slumping further back into Satoru. The water rocks with you.

"You hear that?" Satoru says to Suguru over your head. You feel his chin nestle into your crown, arms loosely coiling at your waist. "She's blaming and threatening us."

"This is what happens when we go out of our way and draw us all a nice bath, huh," Suguru kisses his teeth, theatrically disappointed in you and what his and Satoru's efforts have come to. "Shame. I guess we won't be doing this ever again."

That finally gets your eyes to crack, blinking past the steam shrouding your slivered vision. Suguru watches the both of you with a sleepy beam curling the corners of his mouth, midnight lashes dampened and beading at their tips from the humidity. In spite of his long hair being wound up in a picture-perfect bun straight from Pinterest— his thorough wash-day took place yesterday and he's in no hurry to rewash his hair all over again— the baby hairs coiling at his nape and hairline are helplessly frizzy, fallen victim to the moisture in the air.

Suguru's gorgeous, a fallen angel meant to tempt you into the salacious temptations of the forbidden— much like the equally stunning blue-eyed beauty cuddled up to your behind, fluffed up white hair as refreshing as winter's first snowfall and his innate charming smile ten times more devastating than the cursed techniques sown into his very DNA.

"Hey," you protest, somewhat impressed by how he's twisted this situation to his benefit. "I didn't say all of that…"

A big warm palm finds a home on your shoulder, the callouses at the base of Satoru's fingers dragging a satisfyingly scratchy path over your skin. "I didn't agree to that either. Who's gonna appreciate all our hard work and dedication to pampering her if not, well, our princess?" Satoru wonders aloud, each richly pronounced syllable traveling in a velvety rolling rumble through his chest to your back.

Suguru cocks a brow, though he soaks up the reminder with a smoothly executed drag of the wooden bath tray closer to the corner of the tub's edge. Fancy crystalized bottles rattle, winking rainbow prisms across the walls; the oceanic waves of Satoru's irises, the deep earthiness of Suguru's.

You see them in everything, the two men coloring the world you traverse in a gallery forever curated in their likeness, to the point that you couldn't name a single thing on this planet without your lovers tinting your glasses.

Sometimes, you wonder whether the sky was always that boundless, cotton-candy blue, whether the nature crawling dense coils up Tokyo Jujutsu High's mountain campus had always carried such comforting shades of chocolate-brown, or if loving them has simply trained your eyes to always pay homage to Satoru and Suguru. Whatever the case, you're ridiculously smitten.

"Appreciation isn't the point, Satoru," lightly sniffs Suguru.

You wish you could see the stupid grin smeared across Satoru's countenance as he counters, jokingly, "It absolutely is."

"It really isn't," Suguru deadpans, looking to you as if to say get a load of this guy. You giggle.

"I don't know about you, babe, but I wanna be praised for my generous deeds," Satoru announces. "It hits like a line of coke after a long day."

Suguru slowly nods his assent. "That is true… though in your case, I'd say that cake is more your style than coke of all things."

"Snoooore," you loudly mime, deadpanning.

Satoru's laughter sears through your skin, beating a hearty rhythm between your shoulder blades. Suguru fans his fingers over his mouth as he joins in on Satoru's chuckling, amusement blossoming in the air. "Alright, alright. The deluxe princess treatment package is on its way now, promise," Suguru sing-songs with a little flap of his hand, finally easing up now that he's found a way back on track. "Satoru, you'll wash her hair and I'll do her body?"

"For sure," he chirps.

Ah, how nice it feels to lounge around like prized, celebrated royalty without a care in the world while your boys work a plan to pamper you.

All it takes is a simple curl of Suguru's black-painted finger for Satoru to obediently thrust his hand past your head, palm paralleling the ceiling as Suguru pops the glass stopper of a bottle and drizzles a generous heaping of shampoo into his hand's cup.

Satoru loops his arms around your front and works the shampoo between deft palms before your eyes, vanilla and camellia blossoms wafting up to your face, which you dip towards the comforting smell with a hum. It's Suguru's favorite shampoo— you're always surprised when he shares some of it and his conditioner with you, given how he treats it like the holy grail that he alone was blessed and entrusted with.

(Even funnier how he flat out refuses to let Satoru get his hands on it. Not that the white-haired sorcerer cares all that much anyhow; he uses a 3-in-1 shampoo and calls splashing tap water on his face a 'proper face wash.' You'd think a man so prideful about his vanity would splurge on products to properly care for himself and his Adonis body— the same way he buys from luxury clothing brands on the daily— instead of winging it like a head-in-the-clouds college fratboy, but alas…

You've gotta give it to him though: his genetics are killer. Curse Satoru and the goddamned perfectly pretty Gojo bloodline. It's not fair for the rest of you 'simpletons' who actually have to put in the work to groom and maintain yourself in order to look even half as unfairly attractive as he does on a random Thursday morning. The universe shamelessly plays favorites, and Satoru is its dazzling golden child.)

"Tilt your head back for me," he murmurs, long fingers immediately finding your hair— already sufficiently wet— the second you obey.

Humming an absent tune that lulls you into closing your eyes once more, Satoru gathers up all your hair, his usual boundless energy replaced by surprising patience. You can envision the way he's likely got his tongue peeking slightly between his teeth as he smooths the shampoo down your head, working up a rich, pearly lather from your crown to your ends with painstaking care exactly as Suguru once taught him.

Nobody from Jujutsu Tech— not Shoko, not Ijichi, not even any of the students— would expect such gentleness from the strongest sorcerer alive. The same man that tears into curses with calculated, almost joyous violence and blows them apart with a well-placed Red and a dry “oopsies,” is unbelievably tender in his task of shampooing the outer layer of your hair before diving to your roots, firm yet gentle. Reverent, really.

His nails glide along your scalp in purposefully light scrapes that send shivers down your spine. A contented sigh escapes you before you can stop it. "Satoruuuu…" You subconsciously roll the r in the same purring cadence that Suguru speaks his name in.

"Yooo, chill," Satoru splutters behind you, sounding alarmed by who knows what.

Suguru fills in the blank with a suggestive smile and thinning of his eyes: "Moan my name next, baby. I'm feeling left out."

Ah. Curious, you shuffle your hips back further into the cradle of Satoru's pelvis, glad to feel a distinct lack of engorged arousal insistently pestering your back; he's as flaccid as the day he was born. Your foot goes splashing water Suguru's way next. He catches your ankle beneath the surface and chuckles sunnily beneath the playful heat of your half-hearted glare.

"You're such a hater," he chastises.

"Excuse me for trying to enjoy my bath and the princess treatment you both promised me while you two horndogs try to make something out of nothing," you say dryly, though the pretense of sarcasm is rendered null by the next (accidentally) suggestive noise that floats its way past your lips when Satoru tugs a strand of shampooed hair just shy of too roughly.

"I didn't mean to do that, sorry!" Satoru jumps to apologize, presuming you'll give him shit for it and kick him out. But the joint snickers that both men promptly share over your head informs you that they're not exactly remorseful; and they're not even trying to play it sly.

"There's gonna be floggers and pillories in my online shopping cart by the end of the night if you two keep it up," you warn even though you're chuckling yourself. "That, or a sounding rod for you to share."

"Yes, ma'am. Sorry, ma'am," Satoru and Suguru innocently chorus.

Devils, the two of them.

But you're not any better, for you praise them in the sweetest purr possible, "Thank you. Good boys," and you all too joyfully reap the color budding across their already bath-flushed cheeks, tipping your head back against Satoru's shoulder to see his properly.

Suguru and Satoru: 1.

You: also 1.

You'll break that tie soon.

Fingers still wrapped in a delicate snag around your ankle, thumb sweeping over the protruding bone, Suguru one-handedly pumps a decent dollop of body wash into his palm, making a fist and dragging his fingers through it to warm it up a tad. "Lift your leg a little higher for me, sweetheart," he instructs, voice no louder than twinkling rain shimmering in silvery ribbons from the sky.

Conscious yet uncaring of the fact that you're already flashing him your most private parts (both your boyfriends have literally seen it all in every sexual and non-sexual scenario possible), you do just that, trusting that Satoru's solidity will keep you from sliding forward on your ass and submerging your face. Your hip flexor and quadricep tighten in a show of undemandingly easy dexterity— the movement of the latter has Suguru's eyes flicking down to watch as though you're his favorite film made human.

He scrunches his legs up in order to fit into the 'v' your own make. Shifting his grip to the back of your calf, he paints your skin in fragrant body wash from your foot, kneecap, to the crease connecting hip to thigh, coating you thoroughly and treating you to an impromptu massage along the way, thumbs kneading tenderly into muscle.

You're practically purring once he's done with your left leg. Suguru eases it back into the steaming bathwater and rinses you off with sweeping strokes of his broad hand until the jasmine-scented suds melt into the surface. Then, without breaking the tranquil rhythm you'd both settled into, he gathers your right leg in his grasp and starts anew from your foot upward, every motion as meticulous as the last.

You don't startle an inch when Satoru picks his task up again whilst Suguru works his soothing magic up your shin. Circles that bloom sweetness through your body are drawn into your scalp with the pads of Satoru's fingertips, thumbs gliding behind your ears before sweeping upward along your crown, coaxing the rich lather deeper through your roots.

His fingertips dance across your hair in broad, enthusiastic circles, working the shampoo in with enough vigor to make your head tip slightly. It's embarrassingly effective in making you lose track of where one minute ends and another begins. The little remaining tension loosens from your body like water through a sieve.

"Oh my godddd," you moan, blissful, completely swept up in their pampering that comes without a price. You melt between Satoru and Suguru without thinking, trusting the secure cradle of their bodies as completely as breathing itself. "This is exactly what I needed. This is heaven."

"You deserve only good things, especially tonight," Suguru murmurs affectionately, gently dunking your right leg and rinsing that one off, too.

"All the time, really," Satoru agrees. He leaves your hair once he's sure each strand is thoroughly lathered up. "Seeing you turn into a cute little puddle is the best bonus I could ask for. Just let us take care of you, yeah?"

He returns to you with a wooden rinse pitcher that Suguru hands to him. He cups warm bathwater into it, stray droplets sprinkling across the bath's surface when he pulls the pitcher free with an audible gulp of water. Anticipating what follows, you tip your head back and stay still as Satoru pours the first cascade of water over your head to cleanse you of the fragrant foam, his free hand shielding your forehead to keep it from spilling over your face.

"You wanna know a neat trick I thought of?" Satoru asks, voice overflowing with prideful excitement. You and Suguru rumble low noises from your throats at the same time, encouraging. "If Blue allows me to pull buildings apart at minimum output by drawing everything towards the impossibility, then it makes sense that if I put the tiiiiniest possible output into Blue—" you feel a tempered spike of cursed energy that makes the dampened hair at your nape prick to attention, "—the field of attraction is weak enough that I can siphon water from hair."

Before the dirtied water can rejoin the pooling bathwater lapping over you all, it peels from your hair like a clean, satisfying strip of tape as though the laws of nature, too, submit to the wonder that is Gojo Satoru.

You feel each saturated lock of hair lighten by degrees more than you see it. Suspended at your sides where you can spy it from the corner of yout eye, the extracted water gathers into a lazily revolving sphere no larger than a melon, pale with diluted shampoo that swirls in pearlescent ribbons beneath the bathroom's amber light. You can tell that Satoru's flicked his fingers behind you when it all goes gliding into a bucket by the tub— he probably thought to put it there in advance, you realize— with a muffled sploosh. Suguru whistles, impressed.

"There!" Satoru chirps, grin crystal-clear in his voice as though he'd unveiled the world's greatest scientific breakthrough instead of an absurdly overengineered bath hack using one of the greatest cursed techniques in history. "No gross rinse water in the tub."

"That was cool, Toru," you gush.

Suguru's laugh slips free in a quiet puff. "Good idea, baby."

The dual praise has Satoru radiating like an overjoyed sun behind you. "Right? Right?" He boasts with no modesty whatsover, chest jutting proudly against your back.

"You'll have to do that for my hair sometime, too," Suguru sighs longingly, tilting his head with a charmed look on his face. He's so cute. "I could use one of my curses, but Blue'll save me so much time. My hair's getting even longer than it already is, if you can imagine."

"Please never cut it," you and Satoru pipe up in genuine agony.

Suguru titters, enchanting brown eyes creasing in a blinding smile, brighter somehow for it. "Relax, you two. I won't. Aside from trimming split ends— knock on wood." He raps the wooden bath tray with his knuckles.

The exchange coaxes an involuntary smile of your own, the stretch of your lips so overly fond that your cheeks ache. It is so wonderfully, unmistakably the three of you— Suguru's easy indulgement forever balanced alongside Satoru's irrepressible enthusiasm and your habit of matching them both exactly where they stand.

Suguru re-lathers his hands to work on your abdomen, muscles fluttering in delicate butterly wings behind the bountiful garden of your skin at the ticklish feeling of his slickened touch; Satoru ladles another pitcherful over your head and repeats the process of gathering and discarding every soapy drop with Blue. Suguru glides soap up the valley between your perked breasts and beneath them as well, even massaging your tits without a lick of sexual intent; Satoru gives you one last rinse before passing curious fingers through your hair until the strands slide cleanly through his hands, gently teasing apart the few stubborn knots left over. The bathwater gently rocks against your ribs whenever they both shift, focused on their individual tasks but nonetheless in tune with one another.

By the time Suguru finishes off your front by washing your collarbones and shoulders and Satoru's just teased apart the few stubborn knots left over in your hair, your hair hangs sleek and impossibly clean, you're feeling squeaky clean from head to toe, and the bathwater around your bodies remains as clear as when you'd first slipped into it, aside from the body wash that's sluiced off of you.

You feel as though they’d somehow washed away not only the day's sweat and oils, but every bothersome thought that had settled there alongside them. You could seriously fall asleep any second without realizing you'd slipped into unconsciousness.

"Look at us working together in sync," Satoru lilts, signaling for the conditioner over your shoulder. Suguru hands it off from the bath tray without missing a beat. "The G.G. Salon is taking off."

"G.G.?" You ask, faint laughter already bubbling through your nose before he even elaborates. You're anticipating something so stupid that it's somehow funny.

"Get gucked," Satoru supplies, only to shriek a soprano's pitch and jackknife his leg through the water when Suguru aggressively pinches Satoru's big toe. "Yeesh, can't a guy joke around here? I meant the Gojo-Geto salon."

Suguru smiles serenely.

They make quick— but not rushed— work of the rest of your treatment. Suguru reaches between yours and Satoru's bodies to bathe your back while Satoru conditions the ends of your hair with the creamy fixture.

Clearing your hair of conditioner after it soaks in is easy as it was for Satoru with the shampoo. He splashes water along your back to finish off Suguru's work, and Suguru leans in to nuzzle a brief kiss against your forehead, lips lingering for only a second before he settles back against the tub's rim again, the picture of handsome relaxation. A moment later, Satoru cranes his head to smooch the side of your neck as if unwilling to be left out, then ducks past you to peck Suguru's mouth.

No words are needed in the wakeful peace that draws a curtain over you; you, Satoru, and Suguru seemingly come to a silent agreement to soak in the jasmine-fermented bath a while longer, all of yours eyes closed in bone-deep gratification. Heat loosens muscles and peels the firm grip of old aches and pains stemming from battles old and new, determined to ease your bodies that've been carved out from years and years of sorcerery. You only clamber out when the bathwater is cool enough to be drained, yours and Satoru's and Suguru's fingers and toes pruny from the extended soak.

The tired little shiver that quakes you when the air hits your damp skin is noticed immediately by Suguru, who quietly directs Satoru to empty the bucket of dirtied water down the tub before turning to you with towels straight from the tower warmer. He wraps one loosely around your hair and gently squeezes away the excess water.

His sweetened cooing of how cute you are when you're all sleepy and doted-on makes you duck your head into his touch if only to hide your face from the loving searchlights of his eyes. You allow Suguru to similarly wrap your body up in a second towel and you gleefully burrow into the fluffy comfort of it.

Satoru zips to your side in literal seconds with two more towels bunched under his arm, blue eyes alight and completely comfortable in his nudity. "My turn," he announces.

"Didn't you have plenty of turns in the bath?" Suguru amusedly points out in a lowered tone. "She's already dried off, anyways."

Satoru pokes his pretty pink lips out in a pout, sulky as a cat denied its dinner. "I want another."

"You always want another," you hum, eyes half-closed and about ready to conk out on the tile of all places. A plane could crash outside and you wouldn't even be fazed, your mind too up in the clouds and doped up on the princess treatment your boyfriends gave you to care.

“Well, I like taking care of you both,” Satoru admits with some sheepishness, scratching his shorn-short nape that you're sure is soon to be warmed pink as you and Suguru look at him with hearts for eyes. "Can't blame a guy for being in love, yeah?"

You really can't; not when you're just as stupidly infatuated with them both. Especially when, adorably, he surprises you both by turning to Suguru and toweling him off with great attention, making your dark-haired partner flush an even ruddier red than the hot water gave his body. For all of Satoru's impossible strength and impossible speed, his hands fuss with deliberate care as they work the plush fabric around Suguru's waist, folding one edge neatly over the other before tucking it securely against his hip. Then Satoru guides a stray bang that fell loose from his bun behind his ear, fingers lingering sweetly.

Suguru blinks once, twice, as though momentarily caught off guard by the simple gesture. "... Thank you, Satoruuu,” he purrs warmly.

The words are accompanied by a smile so soft it melts years off of Suguru's face, leaving behind only the boy who'd once looked at you and Satoru with that same impossible tenderness after late-night konbini store runs and shared umbrellas beneath summer rain as you all ran back to campus after shared misions— long, long before that accursed village sent him into a year-long spiral. Affection settles visibly into every elegant line of him, warming his browned eyes until they resemble polished amber.

Color rushes into Satoru's ears as he's blasted with the full superlunary rays of Suguru's love, almost shying away from his exuberant beam. "Don't mention it," he mutters, already smiling despite himself as he finally slings his own towel around his hips.

A laugh escapes you before you can stop it, sleepy and airy, and both pairs of eyes snap toward you with such immediate fondness. Your heart gives such a smitten start that it damn near ping-pongs off your ribs.

And then you open your unfiltered mouth, "You're both so cute. You two act like you guys haven't explored each other's holes for literal years."

Their expressions slacken into ones of pained amusement immediately. "Sweets, I love you so so sooo bad, but do you ever think before you reduce years of heartfelt intimacy to digging out each other's asses?" Satoru snorts.

"Please don't say it like that," Suguru bemoans, propping one hand on his towel-wrapped hip while the other drives a thumb into his creased forehead. Even so, he's openly snickering, even moreso when he slaps Satoru's chest. "Are you under the impression that you're any better?"

Satoru touches his heart with theatrical offense. "I've never said anything outrageous as her."

"You literally just did?" Suguru points out, exasperatedly tickled.

You attempt to muster a joke to chip in with, but a yawn stretches your jaw instead, eyes watering as exhaustion overtakes any dignity you might have had left.

"Awww," Satoru breathes out an impossibly stricken coo. "She's gonna fall asleep standing up like a horse."

"I was thinking the same thing," Suguru murmurs, tilting his head at you.

"I am awake and alert and alive," you mumble automatically.

Clearly, neither of them believes you for even half a second. Suguru chuckles beneath his breath before stepping forward, large hand finding the small of your back through the towel. "Looks like the delirium's getting to you, huh, angel? You've had a long day."

Satoru immediately appears at your other side. "For sure. Let's go get dressed and go to bed." Without ceremony, he bends his knees and scoops you into his arms bridal-style as though you weigh nothing at all. You let out the weakest little noise of surprise imaginable before instinctively curling against his warm chest, your cheek finding the familiar place beneath his collarbone.

"I c-can…" Your own yawn slashes the sentence in half, making Satoru throw his head back laughing as he turns towards the bathroom's entrance, "… walk."

"Oh, sweetheart," Suguru rumbles out a laugh.

"I can,” you grumble.

"You just lost consciousness mid-sentence."

"Mmmf," you say intelligently.

Suguru reaches over to straighten the towel atop your head one final time, brushing his knuckles fondly across your temple. "So spoiled," he whispers.

You hum contentedly, already halfway to sleep. "Your fault."

"Our fault," Satoru corrects, carrying you toward the door with Suguru walking beside him, shoulder brushing his every few steps. Then, as an aside to Suguru, "To be fair, we kinda made her expect this."

"I think I deserve princess treatment everyday," you exhaustedly pipe up, words dragging as you gradually drift off.

Satoru and Suguru exchange looks over your lolling head. So cute.

you hum noncommittally, hoping it passes as fatigue and not the arousal emanating from you. because fuck, you’re dripping; every nerve singeing with need. eyes flick up, and you swear you catch satoru batting those long, feathery lashes at you. (you wonder if he’s doing this on purpose, weaponising those angelic features of his.)

“you know i treat you right, baby.” he whines, hand slipping past the waistband of your shorts. fingers find damp cotton and push, smearing the wetness with lazy expertise. “c’mon… don’t punish me for his crimes.”

“my crimes?” suguru chuckles, sliding a casual hand beneath your shirt to claim your breast, rolling your nipple until it stiffens against his thumb. his other hand finds satoru’s jaw, tilting it upward with the effortless suaveness of a kdrama male lead.

you’ve seen them exchange kisses before (plenty of times, in fact) but the sight never fails to stop your heart for a fraction of a second. experience has taught you that suguru is the deceptive romantic, his tongue slides in only when your guard drops, coaxing rather than demanding. satoru, by contrast, is pure appetite, generous with the sounds he wrings from himself.

male moaning is truly music to the ears.

part of your mind, ever irreverent, can’t help but think about a yaoi panel come to life: the juxtaposition of suguru’s controlled seduction and satoru’s ravenous indulgence, a living, breathing tableau of desire that’s as titillating as it is absurd. and you stifle a laugh, because yes, you are that invested in witnessing it.

when they finally part, a single, glistening thread of spit stretches between their parted lips, catching the light and shimmering like liquid silk. a minor miracle of erotic geometry—nothing casual about watching two men, both exquisite in their beauty, unravel themselves before your very eyes. beneath you, suguru stirs. heat of his thickening cock press into the soft cleft of your ass, making you hyper-aware.

“she’s watching,”

“of course she is.” satoru licks his lips, grinning impishly, “she looooves watching us make out.”

your cheeks burn, and you attempt to look away—futile, when suguru’s hand slides from your breast to your jaw, gently forcing you back into the sight.

“don’t hide, princess. it’s alright, you can admit it.”

“yeah,” satoru adds, nipping playfully at your shoulder, “admit how much it turns you on seeing your boys kiss. fujoshi.”

heat prickles up your neck. “i hate you both.”

“funny way of saying you love—mhm!” satoru’s words dissolve into a moan when you seize him by the face and smash your mouth against his. your teeth catch his lower lip, tugging it just slightly before releasing, savouring the little moan it draws.

“don’t think i’ve forgotten how you tried to edge me last night, satoru gojo.” you tactfully change the subject.

“you loved it. and dare i add… my impeccable fingerblasting skills.” to drive the point home, he slips a finger inside you, curling it with expert precision. your eyes bulge, a demure little “oh!” escaping. hips rutting shamelessly. utterly helpless, betraying just how desperate you are for him.

“please, my skills are better.” suguru interjects smoothly. “i’ve seen the way she melts under me. tell him, sweet girl.”

“well… maybe we should have a rematch before declaring a winner. fair’s fair, right?”

silence falls except for the wet squelches of fingers working in and out of you, and your uneven gasps. satoru drops his forehead to yours, groaning.

“she’s playing us, suguru.”

“let her,” another hand is shoved into your shorts to circle your clit in tandem with satoru’s thrusts.

imagining your hand wrapped around his cock, just as eager as him, stroking him at the perfect pace that he showed you he liked. imagining the way you'd spit on the tip and let it dribble down, easing the glide of your hand.

“fuck…” he whispers, so caught up in his fantasy, stroking his length through the thick fabric of his sweats.

but suguru's voice cuts through, snapping him out of his thoughts. “get a room, satoru,” he scowls. “you're a fucking freak, you know that?”

“yeah, yeah, tell me something new.”

satoru opens his eyes and looks over at suguru, his gaze skirting down to see the growing bulge in suguru's own pants. he smirks, blue eyes flicking back up to meet purple.

“i'm not the only freak here, huh?”

suguru rolls his eyes, making no move to relieve himself and trying to focus back on his phone. key word: trying.

neither of them has fucked you yet, but the hold you have on them is strong. their pretty roommate who’s as perverted as they are, fooling around together and going back to normal the next day. sharing heated looks, hungry eyes raking over each other’s bodies.

but, to their dismay, you went back home to see your family for the weekend. it’s barely been two days and they both already itch to be able to touch you again.

“at least i have the decency to jerk off in private.”

“unfortunately for me, that's true,” satoru sighs playfully. then, he laughs when suguru gives him another questioning look. “what? god forbid a guy appreciates a good view.”

and, oh, what a view it truly is.

while satoru was frantic and desperate as he fisted his cock, pulling ragged pants and deep moans from his chest, suguru took his time.

slowly pumping his thick cock, pulsing his palm around it gently, teasing his tip with his thumb where precum beads out. eliciting a shuddering breath out of him when he drags his thumb across the wet slit. the same way you’d run your tongue over it.

he focuses on the flustered head, tugging and squeezing, imagining the way you lather your tongue all over it and hollow your cheeks out. solely to ruin him.

“fuck, that's good,” he groans, voice hushed as if he's praising you while you’re right in front of him.

satoru's heady gaze keeps drifting over to suguru, watching suguru's pretty fingers wrapped tightly around himself. precum dribbling over his knuckles, the pretty vein on the underside throbbing with need, and of course, the ladder piercings that draw husky groans from suguru.

satoru spits onto his cock, using the glide of his hand to make it slick with his own saliva. a lewd, wet sound bounces off the walls of the living room, complementing each stroke of his fist over his aching cock.

“she has us fucking whipped,” satoru says, and a breathless laugh tumbles out. his head tips back against the sofa, frosty hair scattering.

he knows that what they’re doing is completely depraved. jerking off to their roommate who isn’t even there. but he can also guess that you probably miss them as much as they do - if there was anything that you all had in common, it was the perverse tendencies.

“haven’t even felt that sweet pussy-- oh, shit, shit… haven’t felt it wrapped around me and she still drives me insane,” satoru murmurs, voice strained with pleasure.

his abs tense as he feels himself getting closer, his dick twitching in his grip at the thought of your pussy clenching around him. he bucks his hips into his fist, desperate, fucking his own hand to the thought of you, wishing it could be yours. a moan slips out, uninhibited and needy.

suguru speeds up his strokes slightly, his breathing growing heavier. “it’s only been just over a day and this is the second time i’m jerking off because of her. fucking pathetic.”

satoru laughs again before a choked moan cuts him off, his hand almost a blur as he moves it up and down. his hips jerk violently, cock twitching eagerly like it wants to cum inside you. to make a mess of you, rather than his own palm.

“yeah, we’re absolutely haah fucked. fuck, ‘m gonna cum. oh, fuck…”

with a few more furious strokes and moans that sound too similar to whimpers, satoru cums all over his stomach and hand. his body goes completely lax against the sofa, his stomach contracting with each pulse and rope of cum that his cock shoots out. he keeps his hand going until he’s finished and spent, left panting beside suguru.

he glances over to his best friend, noticing the angry red of suguru’s tip as he continues to jerk off, not having cum yet. suguru’s eyes are half-lidded, heavy with desire. he’s biting down on his lower lip, muffling the little sounds that are eager to make themselves heard.

satoru grins, sitting back up. “hey,” he says, “wanna cum in my mouth?”

suguru gives him a side glance. “you really are a freak.”

“well, i don’t hear you saying no, sugu. i know you love fucking our roomie’s mouth, makes me kinda jealous.”

“jealous of me, or her?” suguru already knows the answer; considering how his best friend is, he can guess which one it is.

“her, duh. anyways, can i?” satoru asks again, bright eyes locked onto suguru’s.

“fine. i’m already close.”

“perfect.”

satoru grins again, moving closer to suguru and ducking his head to take the head of his cock into his mouth. as soon as his lips close around it, suguru groans softly, eyes fluttering shut when satoru’s tongue flicks over his tip, tasting the saltiness of his precum before he takes his length deeper.

he sucks hard, eager to make him unravel. his tongue laps at suguru’s dick, dragging along a prominent vein as he takes it even further until it hits the back of his throat.

another beautiful groan falls from suguru’s mouth when he feels satoru’s throat constrict around his cock. “fucking-- i’m gonna cum, satoru,” he warns through rough, heaving breaths.

your snowy-haired roommate hums, a blissful vibration that triggers suguru’s orgasm. his tensing fingers thread through satoru’s hair, holding the back of his head as he releases strings of ivory into his eager mouth. his hips shoot up once involuntarily, making satoru choke but he keeps it there, swallowing every drop of cum that doesn’t leak out.

“fuck, i hate how good that felt,” suguru mutters, coming down from his high.

it’s only when his dick begins to soften that satoru pulls off, beaming like he just got one of his favourite sweets. suguru reaches out to swipe his thumb over satoru’s chin, cleaning his cum off it and he presses it against satoru’s lips which automatically open to lick it up.

“don’t lie, we’ve done worse and you love it.”

a smirk tugs at suguru’s lips. they have done worse and you have no clue. it’s cute watching you get flustered and turned on simply watching them kiss. he wonders how you’d react if they did anything more in front of you.

a/n: the ending definitely isn’t hinting at the next fic i have in mind hehehe (also dividers by @uzmacchiato )

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

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

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

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

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

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

A nerd, yes. 

Obnoxious, also yes. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Perfect, uhh, cranberry vodka?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Who’s thi—”

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

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

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

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

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

“No, are you?”

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

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

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

“Good luck with your haystack search.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, Naoya has no taste, sorry.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was just the worst place to be doing so. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Shit, were you kind of messy? 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What do you mean?” 

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

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

Could he have—

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

Your stomach dropped. Oh fuck.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I was fifteen, close enough though.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Go ahead, take them off.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And last, was Satoru. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, princess?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Take his cock out,” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Definitely, put her on the bed.” 

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

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

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

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

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

Where Satoru was longer, Suguru was thicker. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That was it. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Three!

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

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

Two!

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

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

One!

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

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

It wasn't.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So Satoru answered for you. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

God, you did like it. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Shit, was Suguru right? Were you greedy?

Yeaahhhh… 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

God, you almost came right there. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Messy? Yeah you were really fucking messy now.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You snorted, “And you are?”

“Better than him,” He chuckled. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Snooping,” Satoru chirped back.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Very happy new year,”

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

“So greedy,”

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

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

Just your fucking luck though.

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

“… w-why are you home?” is all you manage to stutter out.

“finished up sooner at the gym,” he replies casually. “so…?” he trails off pointedly.

“i wasn’t touching myself. you were hearing things.” it’s a blatant lie, but it’s something to dissolve your embarrassment.

“oh, really now?” he raises an eyebrow. “that wasn’t you going ‘god, suguru, just like that’ a minute ago?” he echoes your desperate mewls that he heard upon walking through the front door with a frustratingly hot and annoying tilt of his lips.

when your cheeks bloom with a rosy shade, he laughs like a menace. you’re lucky that his best friend, also known as your other roommate, isn’t here as well because it’d be ten times worse.

“… no, that wasn’t me.”

“hm, a pervert and a liar. what other deviances are you hiding?”

you groan, covering your face with your hands. “just get out of my room.”

“an unwelcoming host, too.”

“god, just--”

“i can help you out if you want, pretty girl,” he says, like he’s just offering to fix your bookshelf, not helping you get off.

he sees your bewildered expression and smiles - this time, it’s less teasing and more sincere. almost reassuring. giving you space to consider it and say no, if you really don’t want him there. but also giving you free rein to accept his offer without any judgement.

“it’s completely up to you. i’ll get up and leave if you want me to.”

his eyes follow the movement of your teeth trapping your bottom lip as you consider his words, your eyes shedding light upon the debate in your mind.

he doesn’t push, nor does he ask again, letting you make a decision.

after a few moments, you speak up, “fine. but make it worth my time.”

that’s all suguru needs before he’s telling you to spread your pretty legs for him, his eyes immediately zeroing in on your syrupy folds and swollen bud desperate for attention.

his breath catches in his throat, pierced tongue running sensually over his bottom lip. without a word, he undoes his half-up hairdo and gathers his hair in his palm, only to wrap it up into a secure bun.

he shuffles on your bed, moving to lie beside you. one hand, large and hot, cinches itself to your inner thigh, pushing it down gently to give him a better view of your dripping hole. his eyes rake down your body - your chest rising and falling gently beneath your tank top with your soft breaths that quicken slightly, the plush of your stomach, and of course, that beautiful girl between your legs.

“one more chance to say no,” he offers, his voice low and warm against your jaw.

“just touch me. i told you to make it worth my time.”

he laughs softly. “i’ll do much more than that, pretty girl.”

the nimble tips of his fingers stroke your thigh, up and down, feeling goosebumps erupt on your skin. he glances back at your face to relish in the desperation swirling in your eyes, the way you bite your lip in anticipation.

and the way your mouth falls open slightly when he merely swipes his middle and ring finger through your slit. running up and down, collecting your arousal on his fingers, making his black rings shine in your lamp-lit bedroom.

“all this for me, hm?” he purrs against the shell of your ear, lips brushing it before moving down to kiss the spot beneath your ear. “what were you thinking about that got you this wet?”

you don’t answer at first, too flustered to utter just how depraved your thoughts were. then, he rubs a loose circle over your clit, his touch featherlight but enough to have your hips jerking.

“a-ah…! jus’…”

“hm? i’m listening.”

“jus’ touch me.”

“oh, but i am,” he says with faux innocence, knowing that the stimulation is nowhere near enough. he drags his hand up to your hip, spanning over it, his thumb brushing the underside of your tit.

“suguru,” you whine frustratedly.

“don’t you wanna be good for me? i wanna know what makes you this wet.”

“why do you have to be so… annoying?” you groan, head falling back into your pillow as you try to ignore the heat boiling in your lower abdomen. it was an impossible task.

“annoying? and here i thought i was being generous, helping my poor roommate out,” he chimes. his thumb is now fiddling with your pebbled nipple through your tank top and you bite back any sound threatening to make itself known.

“… fine,” you mutter, “i guess i was just thinking about being… folded in half and fucked.”

his two fingers are back teasing your folds again, probing at your entrance but not sliding in just yet. “by me?”

“yeah, you. and… satoru.”

a flash of jealousy appears in his eyes before it disappears just as quickly. “satoru, too? what a dirty girl,” he sneers.

a surprised gasp is tweaked out of you when he finally pushes his fingers inside you. god, they stretch you out just right, your hips twitching into his touch and your eyes shutting from the sole pleasure. it shoots all the way up your spine and pulls your eyes back into your head.

he thrusts his fingers in and out, curling them expertly yet exploratively, figuring out what makes your walls clamp down harder, what gets you soaked and trembling.

“my fingers probably aren’t enough to fill and satisfy this needy cunt, huh?” he remarks snarkily in your ear, dragging his teeth over the lobe of your ear and at the same time, his fingers torturously drag along your plush walls just aching for release.

you shake your head furiously, humping against his hand as further evidence that you need more. your entire body craves more. to be stuffed to the brim, to be stretched out and ruined until your voice goes hoarse.

his palm eagerly nudges against your swollen nub with each plunge of his fingers, a sweet squelch accompanying it. he looks back down at where he’s buried inside you, mouth watering at the sight of such tantalising cream staining his fingers.

he rubs your front wall more insistently, grinding his palm against you now, blessing you with the friction you felt like you were dying for. your stomach tenses and quivers, a whimper chiming in his ears and all he wants to do is work out more of your little noises.

“god, suguru, just like that, please,” you moan, unrestrained and uncaring, head thrashing against your pillow as the orgasm which was simmering before he had interrupted comes back full-force.

and he smirks triumphantly, finally eliciting the same words he heard when he came home. “there we go. sound so sweet for me.”

he’s relentless, curling his fingers justtt right, quickly learning what makes you moan and your eyes roll back. learning you like an instrument, composing the most heavenly of melodies that spill from your mouth and your cunt.

it only gets louder, a mingle of obscene shlick, shlick, and siren-like mewls drawing his fingers deeper within you like he can barely control himself.

you can taste your orgasm on your tongue at this point, gripping his wrist like a vice, similar to the way your walls clench around his fingers.

“you close? gonna make a mess on my hand like the dirty girl you are?” he provokes, his gaze indecisive - not knowing where to look, what to settle on. every inch of you is divine, from your eyes rolled back and your lips parted, to the way your toes curl inwards.

a gasp rips through your room, but it doesn’t belong to you. nor does it belong to suguru. and there’s only one person you both know who would gasp so dramatically.

“treachery. the audacity. of course, when i’m not home.”

you roll your eyes and this time, it isn’t due to the immense bliss suguru’s fingers grace you with but out of agitation. you don’t even have it in you to be embarrassed about getting caught with his best friend. your craving for release overpowering everything else.

satoru’s standing at the doorway of your bedroom, a bag in his hand which most likely contains some kind of confectionery, studying the scene before him with raised eyebrows and a pointed finger. he’s spluttering out words, trying to figure out what to say. and his mind goes blank for a moment when he catches sight of your pretty pussy glistening and swallowing up suguru’s fingers.

“i swear to god, if i don’t get to cum in the next two minutes because of you two--”

“wait, pretty girl,” suguru gently cuts you off. “i thought you wanted satoru, too? why don’t you let him have a taste, hm?” he suggest with a hint of a smirk, heavy-lidded eyes locking with your dilated ones.

you can’t deny the way you squeezed around his fingers at the mere thought, your mouth watering and feeling dry at the same time. are you even conscious right now? is it another fantasy or real life?

suddenly, satoru’s offended expression is replaced by the most smug smirk known to man upon hearing the mention of his name. he saunters over to your bed, to the side you’re sprawled out on.

his lithe fingers trap your chin between them, tilting your head up towards him so he can peer into your eyes, his own gaze darkening with hunger.

“you wanted me? suguru’s not enough for you?” he jokes.

“i was actually about to make her cum, thank you,” suguru sasses back, rolling his eyes.

“bet you need my mouth on that gorgeous cunt, huh? look at her, practically drooling for me,” satoru continues, focused on you, tilting his head closer with that damned smirk stained on his lips. “what d’ya say, princess?”

and the single word “please” falls from your mouth faster than you have the time to process it yourself. but that’s all he needs before he’s staking his claim between your thighs, throwing your legs over his shoulders, coming face to face with the dewy folds he’s so desperately fucked his hand to on several occasions.

“god, look at her. so much prettier than i could’ve ever imagined,” he whispers, almost to himself, as if in awe.

your lips stretched around suguru’s fingers, which satoru slowly pull out and watches the way your hole clenches needily around nothing, juices seeping down to your ass. he curses shakily under his breath before leaning in and dragging his tongue up your wet slit.

he groans. completely destroyed by only your taste. his eyes flutter shut as he savours it on his taste buds. the tip of his tongue twirls over your clit, your hips bucking up involuntarily before suguru places his hand on your lower stomach to keep you still.

“let satoru enjoy his meal,” he purrs in your ear, before kissing along your neck.

his slickened digits roll over your twitchy clit while satoru’s tongue glides over and between your treacly folds, gathering as much of your arousal as he can, feeling hooked on you already. never seeming to get enough.

“can’t believe ‘m eating you out. how do you taste this good? i swear, ‘s like honey,” he slurs against your pussy, his chin and mouth already glistening but he doesn’t care, he’d rather drown in your juices. “never need any other type of sweet again.”

he wrangles his tongue through, prodding and flicking against your walls and his hands hold your thighs down when they threaten to close around his head. a strangled cry leaves your lips, your hand tangling in his soft, ivory locks. his groans and hums vibrate against you, only adding further stimulation.

suguru moves his lips from your neck to your mouth, leaving wet, languid kisses in his path upwards. his lips hover over yours, a hair’s breadth away from kissing you.

“can i kiss you?” he breathes against your mouth, asking like he needs it like oxygen, like you’d be granting his deepest wish.

you don’t reply, swiftly craning your neck up to meet his lips and he quickly melts into the steamy sway, a fervent tango, swallowing your moans and cries. his hand cups your throat loosely, keeping you in place, his rings warm and wet against your skin from previously being inside you.

you’re devoured from both ends - both pairs of lips being relentlessly sucked and licked on. it’s messy, filthy, feral. but so good. your head feels like it’s in space, your fingers twitching in satoru’s hair and your toes curling into themselves.

your roommate between your legs only pulls back to speak for a second, but even then, it feels like torture to part from your pussy. he swipes his tongue through you once more, then again, before actually pulling away.

“suguru, you gotta taste her. god, she’s… unreal.”

and similar to the reluctance of satoru, your inky-haired roommate takes a few moments to part from your mouth, using the grip on your throat to tilt your head to the side, deepening the kiss. his jaw almost aches from how hard he’s kissing you but he doesn’t pay any mind to it, intoxicated by you.

when he finally pulls back, his eyes heavy-lidded, lips shiny and parted as he pants softly, his hot breath caressing your lower face.

“could our sweet girl handle that? both our mouths on her?” he asks, tone dripping with condescension, his eyes never leaving yours. “she’s already a trembling mess.”

“i can,” you say, sounding sure despite the needy waver in your voice. “just need to cum.”

“we’ve got you, just lie back,” suguru orders softly, unable to resist pressing one last kiss to your lips before he shuffles beside satoru.

he pushes your leg wider apart, your other leg draped over satoru’s shoulder. within a heartbeat, they both dive in eagerly.

satoru takes his respective place between your plush walls, his tongue exploring and simultaneously insistent against your sweet spot that he managed to find effortlessly. suguru sucks your nub between his lips like a vacuum, his tongue flicking against it. you shudder turbulently, feeling too much too fast.

your mind and body feel fuzzy, hot, like your nerves are overwhelmed to the point you can’t control them, your grasp tightening in both of their hair now. you throw your head back into the pillow with a silent moan, choking up on your own sounds lodged in your throat.

“a-ah… fuck! oh my-- hnngh… not… not gonna last,” you whimper, words falling from your mouth in a rush.

they only begin to work faster in response to your words. suguru dips his head down, wanting to taste your orgasm on his tongue once you fall apart on them.

“move over, satoru. you’re hogging her,” he mutters.

“mm-mm, no can do. ‘m making out with her, gimme some time.”

he doesn’t give him time. he shoves his tongue through, brushing along satoru’s as they both fight to plunge and curl inside you. it’s a sloppy mess of tongues, lips, spit, arousal. they end up working together to drive you to the edge, sliding one tongue in while the other slides out, teasing your clit in between.

your body tenses up, thighs trying to clamp together but their broad shoulders keep them separated. you babble nonsense, incoherent curses and noises spilling from between your lips as you tug and tug on their hair, pulling them closer despite your body trying to wiggle away from the overwhelming stimulation.

they both hold your hips down to keep you from running, determined to make you explode on their tongues. that sweet, sweet orgasm finally in your reach after building up for what seemed like hours. like a tidal wave, it crashes down on you and you gush onto their faces. they eagerly drink up your honeyed sap as you shake violently against your sheets like a body possessed.

“oh, fuck, that’s so good,” satoru moans, pushing his face closer, coating his features in your orgasm as he keeps swirling his tongue, drawing out your orgasm for as long as he can.

“mmm, such a beautiful mess,” suguru murmurs, voice strained with barely-contained desire. he peppers kisses along the inside of your quivering thigh, leaving a trail of your cunt’s sweet tears.

you gasp for air after your peak dies down, trying to grasp onto whatever little thoughts and sanity you have left. you weakly attempt to push satoru away, but he’s practically glued to you now.

“no moreee,” you whine. “c-can’t take anymore.”

“but it’s so good. how do you expect me to stop?” satoru argues, his tongue running down your slit to soak up your cum that dripped down. though, his best friend shortly flicks his forehead, which works to pull him away. “ow! what was that for?” he rubs his forehead with a pout.

“learn some self-control, satoru.”

“it’s not my fault she has an addictive pussy. i miss her taste already--”

suguru grabs the back of satoru’s head, fingers woven through his white hair, bringing him in for a kiss. unexpected to both you and the latter. your eyes widen slightly but you feel a dull throb in your lower abdomen, your lust reviving despite just cumming.

suguru’s pierced tongue slips past satoru’s pink, plump lips and satoru moans softly, tasting you on his tongue. they glide against each other, sharing your saccharine nectar. his piercing grazes against your ocean-eyed roommate’s taste buds.

satoru sucks on the other’s tongue, savouring every drop. he hums, his eyes rolling back solely from your flavour, though you’re certain that there can’t be any more remnants left. it’s a lewd clash of lips and teeth and tongue, filthy and needy - for you or for each other?

when they eventually part from the kiss, there’s a hint of a smirk on satoru’s lips and suguru’s running his tongue over his own lower lip. both of them catch their breath, knowing you were watching them but acting as if it was a norm for them.

then, once suguru’s breaths steady and his heartbeat returns to normal, he gives satoru a smug look. “i won the bet, by the way.”

“nuh-uh, no way,” satoru argues. “we said who can get her in one of our beds. this is her bed.”

violet eyes narrow. “you’re just being petty because i got to her first.”

“no, i’m being honest.”

their bickering is only cut off when you speak up, confused about ‘the bet’ they’re talking about. “what bet, exactly?”

“suguru and i made a bet about who could get you into our bed first. clearly, he hasn’t won.”

“yes, i have--”

“what does the winner of the bet get?” you ask curiously, assuming they’d gamble on a video game or to have a meal paid for.

“you,” they say in harmony, predatory grins hooked onto their lips like bait for you.

oh. you were fucked. literally.

UNCLE!TORU who pulls away reluctantly from fondling suguru's squishy pecs when the other man lightly smacks his arm. finally lifting his head to look up at you, satoru immediately lit up, like you hadn't just witnessed them making out a second prior.

“hey, kid! long time no see!” UNCLE!TORU would say, getting up from the couch in a rush to smother you in a hug. a tight hug. tight enough to feel something hard poking at your stomach.

UNCLE!SUGU who steals you from satoru's arms as soon as the other man walks you to the couch, chuckling from your cute little squeak when he makes you sit on his lap. “how's uni, princess?” he'd ask, rubbing a hand up and down your thigh in a way that feels friendly, but not friendly enough.

UNCLE!TORU who stares as you shyly stutter through telling about your recent life. and i mean really stare. those blue eyes make you shiver, tho not as much as when he starts drinking you down like a prized possession.

UNCLE!TORU who even licks his lips, noting his favorite parts of your body, and how cute you look with a little tummy peaking out as suguru's other hand draws patterns on the skin.

UNCLE!SUGU who adding little “ oh, i see ”s, “ really? ”s and hums along to your story, relishing the way your voice wavers when he mumbled so close to your ear.

UNCLE!SUGU who stops to chuckle when your thighs finally give a twitch, nuzzling your cheek softly as he murmurs: “what's wrong, princess? ticklish?”

UNCLE!TORU who smirks at this, wiggling his fingers threateningly at you. “ohh! is our baby niece ticklish? lemme see, lemme see!” he'd say, before attacking your sides until you giggle.

UNCLE!TORU who makes your giggles into moans when he suddenly starts playing with your breasts.

UNCLE!SUGU who hugs you by the waist when you squirm, peppering kisses down your cheek and neck. his voice is so warm and soft, you feel yourself dumbed down from how smooth he sounds alone. “you're such a good girl... wanna please your uncles, right, princess? make us happy and get lots of praise and attention. yeah, right~?”

UNCLE!SUGU who kisses you until you melt in his arms. sloppy and slow and with lots of tongue, drool dribbling down your chin. UNCLE!TORU who kisses like you might disappear, holding your face with two hands, rough and loud until you're breathless and whimpering.

UNCLE!SUGU who peppers bites and kisses on your sides and tummy before eating out your sweet pussy. UNCLE!TORU who's obsessed with your tits and leaves your nipples sore and drenched in saliva.

UNCLE!TORU who takes his sweet time prepping your tight little ass to receive him; with lots of lube and his fingers, maybe even a toy from his collection. UNCLE!SUGU who relishes each moan satoru elicits from you and that vibrates around his cock.

UNCLE!SUGU who'd leave your face a sticky mess of precum and saliva, from gently coaching you how to deepthroat. he'd rub his cock all over your face every time you pull away with a gag. “you look s'pretty, princess, you know that? huh? how pretty my perfect girl looks, all slutty for some cock?”

UNCLE!TORU who almost loses his mind the moment he's inside you. who does most of the thrusting from behind while you sit and buck on suguru's thick cock. satoru's balls slap against you, suguru's pubes tickle your clit just the right way.

“sss'good, s'good, fuck, squeezin' so t'ght,” he'd say between gritted teeth. UNCLE!TORU who had this smile on his face: his eyes half-lidded, his eyebrows creased upwards, sometimes poking his tongue out as he worked his long perfect cock inside your puckered hole.

UNCLE!SUGU who looked straight up heavenly . biting his lower lip, grunting soft and deep, long pretty hair loose and draped over the armrest and a hand resting behind his head comfortably. the other is on your ass, caressing circles and patterns with the tips of his fingers and nails that made you squirmy.

UNCLE!TORU who wouldn't resist bending down, sandwiching you between their chests, to whimper and moan around suguru's tongue. you'd feel every vibration of their grunts and moans from how tight you're squeezed between their big bodies, their hips moving in synch to always keep you full of one or another.

UNCLE!SUGU who'd kiss you right after, sharing their mixed spit with you.

UNCLE!TORU and UNCLE!SUGU who'd fuck you harder and harder, more and more messy, then creampie you from both ends as you moaned loud and cried out. who'd hold you tight as you writhed and squirmed through your orgasm and their owns.

UNCLE!TORU who'd be so loud when he cums. fucking you through it in squirming, rutting fashion as he whimpers from the oversensitivity but fuck he can't stop .

UNCLE!SUGU who'd arch with a loud grunt and a gasp, panting and bucking his hips, holding your thighs for support and bite your shoulder as the afterglow washes through him.

“not a word of this to your daddy,” UNCLE!SUGU would chuckle, slapping your asscheeks fondly with both hands, happy with the small jump you gave.

UNCLE!TORU who'd refuse to leave your tight hole, nuzzling your nape and purring like a content kitty as he said: “our baby, all for us... such a good girl...”

UNCLE!SUGU and UNCLE!TORU who'd ask to have you over a lot more often from now on. 🩷

“c’mooon, ’guru,” and, he supposes, a blonde freak with beautecious blue orbs™ as well. “do a cute lil’ pose for us. aigoo or some shit.”

“aegyo,” you correct satoru, your tone utterly dignified as you adjust the various and unnecessarily placed knobs even though you do acknowledge his parts in your evil schemes for suguru. “say it properly or don’t.”

satoru rolls his eyes, much, much too exaggeratedly for someone who couldn’t spell ‘ginormous’ on an essay yaga had put you all through after a mission.

(you still have a piece of his dignity tucked away in your pocket, for emergency situations.)

“well, damn. it ain’t that deep for someone who—”

“can you guys stop?” suguru mumbled into his pillow, and satoru and you exchange an equally feral glance. united in. . pieces, it seems. pieces of suguru’s excruciatingly steady demeanour. “no, like, seriously. keep that away. could be a cursed object for all i know.”

the that in question is a rickety old video camera, which satoru had unceremoniously fished out during your clean up of the haunted store room. honestly, you couldn’t give any lesser fucks about wanting to do anything with the wheezing machine initially— but when the white haired gremlin had suggested to annoy a certain someone with it, the idea had been. . tempting, for sure.

(terrifyingly tempting.)

and so, here you are, with a digital casket centuries older than you tucked in your palms like a pitchfork— an instrument, really, of seeing how long it takes for your suguru to finally break.

“budge up, mr. optimistic,” satoru takes a look at the large expanse of empty space beside suguru, before flopping down riiight on top of the other boy. “even i give yaga that much credibility to inform us about a cursed object on campus. and a haunted camera no less.”

“maybe yaga doesn’t know, either,” suguru huffs, but his hands come up to hold satoru, anyway— they always do, as if having a mind of their own. “or maybe he expected that we’d be smart enough not to meddle with things.”

satoru lets out a scandalized gasp, ceasing his obnoxious nuzzling into the crook of suguru’s neck for a moment to spare him a mortified glance. “yaga? expect us to be smart? yaga? you’ve gone bananas.”

“anyway, what’s it gonna do? put a scary filter on your face or something?” you hum along, stifling a yawn— feeling the soft, afternoon sun graze your cheeks. how strange. just a minute ago, you were bursting with hyperactivity, and now. . .

eh.

probably the weather. the heat makes you want to peel your skin off, anyway.

“it ain’t gonna take a filter for that,” satoru says intellectually, but not before stifling a groan while suguru graces his shoulder with a bite. “—ow. i’m telling you, we need to muzzle him.”

“says the banshee high on sugar.”

you listen to them bicker, circling the area between your brows with your thumb— you free hand still fidgeting with the camera, feeling an odd, sticky sort of invisible substance lodge itself between your fingertips.

“i have perfectly polished vocals, thank you very much,” satoru raises a brow, “it’s not my fault you think the digimon theme needs to be hummed with whistle notes.”

you open your mouth to add in how the last time satoru attempted a whistle note sounded like a very bad imitation of a dying balloon, but something stops you. tiny little pinpricks of something stagnant pierce into you from every way imaginable, and your thoughts cease altogether— your brain filling with a low, steady ring.

fuck.

fuck.

“guys,” you splutter out, the words rattling against your teeth and making your head pound. “guys, i think. . think there’s . .—”

— thud.

the camera falls from your hands, but it doesn’t shatter. instead, an overwhelming stench of forgotten wrath and lingering sorrow fills the air of suguru’s dorm.

“. . . shit,” satoru says, after a moment of silence passes. “shit. shit, suguru, the camera was—”

“— cursed,” suguru finishes, already picking up your passed out body on the bed and heading towards the infirmary. “we need shoko. now.” tense lines form around his face, ones that you’ve never seen before— not that you’re awake, anyway.

turns out, yaga had forgotten about warning you three about the unsealed cursed object in the store room. and even though you woke up a few minutes later with nothing to your name but a migraine gone too bad— let’s just say, satoru and you never pushed suguru enough to break ever again. the two hour silent treatment had been bad enough.

(it had been two days, but suguru loves you two too much.)