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Snow has just begun falling as Satoru and Suguru walk through the busy streets of Tokyo. It leaves a light layer of white on everything, coating the streets and the people walking on them.
“Jeez, why does she have to live so far away?” Satoru complains, glancing at the directions Shoko had written down for them.
While her new apartment is closer to the school she’s going to, she’s separated from the two of them. Finally, she had invited them over to see the place, and naturally, they both accepted, eager to see their mutual best friend again.
“Because she hates us,” Suguru says calmly. “And she’s a cranky old grandma.”
“She’s only a month older than I am.” Satoru wrinkles his nose in the direction of his friend. “Are you calling me a cranky old grandma, too?”
“Of course not.” Suguru smiles at him with that look that could mean anything.
The snow is up to their ankles by the time they reach Shoko’s building. She buzzes them in when they reach the doors, then they spend five minutes in the lobby trying to brush all the snow out of Suguru’s hair.
When they arrive on her floor, Satoru hums. “There she is. I can see her. Fourth room down.”
“I don’t like that you can do that,” Suguru mutters. “You could be a closeted pervert, you know.”
“I am. Only for you, Sugu,” he purrs, slinging his arms around his shoulders.
“Quit it. You know how Shoko feels when you get touchy.”
“And you know how I feel when you’re on top of me.” Satoru smirks, as if he’s won the battle.
“I do.” Suguru stops outside the door and turns to look at him. “And you know I can take that away at any time.”
Satoru’s smile drops.
“Behave.” Suguru smiles softly at him and knocks on the door.
Shoko opens it a minute later. Her hair is longer than it was last time they saw her, and the circles under her eyes are darker, but she’s unmistakably herself. She reeks of nicotine, and she’s staring at them both with a mildly amused expression on her face. “I was starting to worry you’d get stuck in the snow.”
“Shoko!” Satoru gathers her in a tight hug before inviting himself in. “Did you make food?”
“Of course I did. I knew your fat ass was coming over.” Shoko steps aside to let Suguru in, as well, before closing the door. “I have extra slippers in the top drawer of that table.”
Satoru pulls out two pairs of slippers, bought specifically for the two of them, and drops them on the ground. “You’re a wonderful woman.”
“Obviously.” She steps further into the apartment. “Let me give you the tour.”
There’s not much to see — the kitchen, the tiny living area, and the balcony. Her bedroom — does it even count as a room? — is on a loft above the kitchen. The ladder juts awkwardly into the middle of the living room. She’s placed a chair next to it.
“And here’s the reason I haven’t invited you guys over yet.” She runs a hand through her hair.
“Why is it so small?” Satoru asks, flopping down into the chair.
“This is a closet, Shoko. You need a bigger place.” Suguru glances up into the loft. “Can you even stand up there?”
“It’s big enough for me, and that’s what matters. It’s not like I’m going to have friends over often. As soon as I’m done with med school, I’m moving back to Jujutsu High.”
“But what if you bring someone home?” Satoru asks, distressed. “Look at this tiny thing!”
“Aw, I bet you say that to all the girls,” Shoko says sweetly, before muttering, “and Suguru,” under her breath.
It takes a minute before the connection hits, but once it does, Satoru furrows his brows. “Hey, it is not tiny! Suguru can stand up for me.”
Suguru makes a noncommittal noise and leans against the wall. “Not in front of Shoko.”
“Oh, please, I know you’re fucking,” Shoko says, finally settling down on the couch. She pats the seat beside her for Suguru.
“You do?” he asks, sitting beside her.
“Obviously.” She rolls her eyes. “You guys don’t hide it very well. I’ve seen you make out, multiple times, and I used to sleep in the room next door to you. Satoru’s loud.”
“I’m not loud,” Satoru mutters. He crosses his arms.
“Yes, you are.” Suguru smiles at him. “So, how has living on your own been?”
“Stressful.” She sighs and grabs the bottle of vodka that they’ve all politely been ignoring off the coffee table. “I have to grocery shop for myself now. I don’t know what I want to eat. And I miss doing movie nights with you guys.”
“Aw, that’s why we’re here!” Satoru chirps. “Movie night, not grocery shopping.”
“I know.” Shoko laughs. She takes a heavy swig of vodka and holds it out to Satoru.
He shakes his head, so Suguru takes it instead. His nose wrinkles as the vodka burns his throat, but the heat feels nice, warming his chest.
“Weirdos,” Satoru mutters.
“I made ramen.” Shoko stands up and walks into the kitchen. She comes back balancing three bowls in her arms. “Come take them, idiots! I’m not serving you.”
Suguru scrambles to his feet and takes the bowls from her. He lets her sit before giving her one bowl back and passing another to Satoru.
“Be honest and tell me if it’s terrible,” she says sternly. “I’m trying a new recipe that I made up myself.”
Satoru slurps down his noodles loudly. Broth splatters all over the tiny barrier of infinity he has around him. “It’s good!”
Suguru nods in agreement. “It is. You’re a good cook.”
“Ah, good.” Shoko nods sagely. “Wanted to make sure it wasn’t poisonous before I had some.”
They both look at her, noodles halfway in their mouths.
Satoru breaks first. He laughs and wipes his mouth with his sleeve. “Ah, I miss having you around. Hurry up and move back.”
“I’ve only been gone a month.” Shoko smiles. “You have six more years of this.”
“Noooo,” he complains, slumping back into the chair.
“Unless I’m lucky enough to get a residency near the school.” She shrugs. “But that’s still another two years.”
“You could speed things up with RCT,” Suguru suggests. “Maybe be some sort of prodigy.”
Shoko rolls her eyes. “I’m already doing that, Suguru. I still need to do all the schooling.”
“But school is boring!” Satoru protests. “We sat through four years of high school for you to go and do more school?”
“Yeah.” She stares at him. “Stop complaining or I’m going to kick you out.”
He shuts his big mouth then.
Shoko puts on a movie, and they all quiet down for that. The snow falls lightly outside, illuminating the sky and dampening the lights of the city.
By the time the movie ends, Suguru is half asleep. Shoko’s head is on his shoulder, and Satoru’s slumped in the chair across from them. He stretches his arms above his head, rousing Shoko. “I think we better get going.”
Shoko rubs her eyes and sits up. She glances toward the balcony and purses her lips. “I don’t think you guys are going anywhere.”
She stands up and opens the balcony door. Satoru and Suguru exchange a glance before they join her. The chilly wind nips at their bare skin, and snowflakes melt on contact as they step outside beside her.
The city is covered in a blanket of snow. The streets have disappeared, taking the cars with them. People have all but vanished from outside, except for a brave few souls trudging onwards on top of the snow.
“That has to be at least two meters of snow,” Satoru says, eyes wide.
Shoko ducks back into the apartment and turns on the television. They huddle around her as the newscaster advises them not to leave their houses, as rescue will not be able to reach them.
They’re snowed in.
“Looks like you’re staying here,” she says, lowering the volume to silent. “Unless Satoru can teleport you both out.”
“It’s hit or miss when it’s just me.” Satoru frowns. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Suguru sighs. “So, when I said you should get a bigger apartment…”
“You wanna pay for it?” She gives him the sharpest side eye. “Let me go have a smoke and figure this out, okay?”
She swipes her cigarettes and a lighter off the coffee table and steps outside, closing the door behind her.
“Man,” Satoru sighs, sitting down on the couch. “I wanted to have sex tonight.”
“I know. I can tell. You’ve been twitchy all night.” Suguru sits beside him. “You can hold off for one day, can’t you? Or go jerk off in her bathroom. Quietly.”
“You know I can’t do that,” he says, pouting.
“I do know.” Suguru smiles and presses a chaste kiss to his lips. “We can stay here for the night. Maybe the couch pulls out. When we get home tomorrow, I’ll suck you off, okay?”
Satoru crosses his legs. “You’re making this much worse.”
Shoko comes inside then, coughing. She smells strongly of cigarettes, but she picks up a bottle and spritzes herself. The cherry blossom scent is a poor mask, but they both appreciate the gesture. “Okay. I guess you’re both going to sleep in my bed. The couch is uncomfortable, and my bed is pretty big.”
“Are you sure?” Suguru asks. “We’re not kids anymore. We might be too big to sleep with you.”
“Please, the only thing that’s changed is your hair.” She waves her hand dismissively. “And I know you both got a little bigger. But it’ll be just like the sleepovers we used to have. How’s that for high school nostalgia?”
Satoru nods. “What’s your thread count?”
“I’m a broke student, Satoru. I don’t even know what a thread count is.”
He sighs dramatically. “Suguru, I wanna go home.”
“You’ll survive for a single night.” Suguru touches his hair. “Although, I do wish I had my silk pillow. It keeps my hair from frizzing.”
“God, you two are such spoiled princesses.” Shoko rolls her eyes. “The sheets are cotton. Take it or leave it.”
“Leave it,” Satoru says.
“Fine. Come on, Suguru, you can come share the bed with me. Satoru can sleep on the floor.” Shoko stands and starts up the ladder to her loft.
“Hey, wait!” Satoru protests. He pouts as Suguru follows her up. “I’m coming up, too. I want to sleep in a bed.”
Its a bit tight with all three of them, but they manage to make it work. Shoko faces the wall, back to back with Suguru, who has the neediest, Strongest sorcerer in the world desperately trying to spoon with him. He wraps his arms around him simply to keep him still.
Shoko speaks after a long few minutes of silence. “Whoever is moving, I’m going to kill you if you don’t stop.”
“Sorry,” Suguru grunts. “He does this. Can’t get comfortable until he’s been in every position possible.”
“You make it sound so dirty,” Satoru complains. “I just need to explore my options. Your sleeping position can affect your entire sleep cycle, you know.”
“Obviously I know,” Shoko snaps. “I’m literally your doctor. I know how bodies work. But you better stop moving, or I’m going to snap your neck myself.”
“She’s serious,” Suguru mutters.
Satoru quiets down. For a long while, everything is alright. Shoko nearly falls into a peaceful slumber, brain shutting down, until she feels herself get jostled once more. She groans loudly. “Satoru!”
“Its not my fault!” he protests.
She sits up to lean over Suguru and poke him in the face. “Stop moving, or I swear I will make you sleep on the couch and Suguru and I will cuddle without you all night.”
Satoru gasps, hurt, but he looks even more offended when Suguru doesn’t immediately come to his aid. “Seriously? You’re just going to let her bully me like this?”
“You deserve it,” Suguru says simply. He turns his head to look at Shoko. “Your elbow is in my ribs.”
She lays back down and sighs softly. “Go to sleep, Satoru, I am begging you.”
“I can’t!” He sits up and leans over Suguru, who rolls his eyes.
“Why not?” Shoko sits back up to look at him. She had an early morning, so she’s already exhausted and steadily growing more irritated.
“Because — " Satoru flushes and looks away. “I don’t wanna tell you.”
Shoko scoffs. “Seriously?”
“Because,” Suguru says, finally sitting up to join them, “when he has trouble sleeping, I make him come. It’s become a Pavlovian response.”
Shoko’s eyes flick back and forth between the two of them, waiting for either of them to start laughing, but they stay quiet. Satoru won’t meet her eyes, but Suguru is holding her gaze calmly.
“Why are you telling me that?” she asks, finally.
“Because he dug himself into a hole and you would have injured him because he wouldn’t defend himself.” Suguru leans back on the pillows. Shoko finds her eyes tracing the lines of his biceps involuntarily. “Nothing more.”
“No,” Satoru says. “That’s a lie.”
“What?” Suguru looks over at him.
“Well, that first part isn’t. I do sleep better after sex.” He scratches the back of his head. “But there is more.”
Suguru tenses beside her. Shoko gives him a curious look before turning her attention back to Satoru, who is still speaking.
Satoru takes a deep breath. “We both like you, Shoko. In a more than friends way.”
She stares at him, processing the information, before looking at Suguru. “Is this true?”
Now he has a light flush on his cheeks, too. “Yeah.”
“I see,” she says. She keeps her voice steady, so as not to reveal her emotions. “But you’re dating each other, too.”
“Yes.” Satoru smiles at her, albeit a bit nervously. “It’s always been the three of us, though.”
“It doesn’t feel right without you,” Suguru chimes in quietly.
Shoko studies them in silence. Although it’s probably less than a minute, it feels like hours pass by as they stare back, trying to figure out what she’s thinking behind the mask she’s put up.
Finally, she speaks. “You’re not making me choose, right?”
“No.” Suguru smiles. “It’s both of us or neither of us.”
“Good. That’s a fairly easy decision then.” She sighs softly and tucks her hair behind her ear. “I want you both.”
Satoru nearly slumps over as he breathes out a sigh of relief. “Thank god. I was so worried about what you were gonna say.”
“So you like me, huh?” Shoko reaches out and runs her fingers over Suguru’s smooth jawline. It’s something she’s wanted to do for a long time, and now she has the opportunity.
“We do,” Suguru says quietly, eyes lidded as he watches her.
“Good. So I’m going to kiss you now, alright?”
His lips twitch up in a soft smile. “Yeah.”
Shoko leans in and presses her mouth to his. His lips are soft and plush, and the way he moves his mouth makes her shudder. He kisses her like he’s been starving for her, catching her bottom lip between her teeth and tugging when she attempts to draw back. That makes her moan, and she finds her arms sliding around his neck involuntarily.
Suguru releases her, albeit not by choice. Satoru is pawing at his shoulder, desperate for his turn.
“C’mon, Suguru, don’t keep her all to yourself. I thought we were gonna share her.” He pouts, bottom lip stuck out. He looks absolutely pathetic.
Something about it makes Shoko’s core hot. She leans over Suguru and grabs a fistful of snowy white locks, then uses her leverage to drag him down into a kiss.
Satoru whines into her kiss, though from pain or excitement she doesn’t know. He cups her jaw and holds her like he’s afraid she’ll disappear if he doesn’t, and licks eagerly into her mouth. He’s ecstatic when she lets him and spends far longer than necessary mapping every inch of her mouth. He runs his tongue over hers, over her teeth, and the soft skin inside her cheeks. He nips and sucks at her tongue, chest swelling with pride when he hears the soft moan the actions drag from her.
Eventually, she has to pull away so she can breathe again. Her lips are cherry red and spit-slick from the kisses. She leans back on her heels and watches with wide eyes as Suguru clasps Satoru’s chin between his index finger and thumb and pulls him into a kiss. Her breathing speeds up at the moan Satoru lets out, and her eyes flit around, trying to take everything in. Suguru’s hand on his waist, Satoru’s desperate little noises, the way Satoru’s hands are buried in Suguru’s hair and he’s already halfway in his lap, Suguru thumbing gently at his jaw. Shoko’s eyes trail further downward, and she swallows hard when she sees both of them, erections starting to tent their trousers. She knows it’s natural — she’s a doctor, for god’s sake, she knows bodies — but she can’t help the gulp.
Suguru pulls away mid kiss to look at her, much to Satoru’s chagrin. “Did you just gulp?”
“Was it that loud?” She touches her throat gently.
“A little bit.” He smiles. “Nervous? We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want.”
“Yeah, obviously,” Satoru chimes in quickly. “Just tell us to fuck off and we’ll go back to bed.”
“Guys.” Shoko leans forward and places a hand on each of their shoulders. “I didn’t say anything. Shut up and kiss me.”
“I mean, if you insist,” Satoru mutters. He scoots closer and kisses her again.
Shoko’s eyes flutter shut. She internally scolds herself as she melts into the kiss — have some dignity. But she can’t help herself. He’s a good kisser. They both are. They’re good at kissing, nice to look at, they both smell nice, and they have clean hands. That’s more than she can say for most of the men she brings home.
And maybe she likes them, too. Maybe she’s liked them for a long time, but been too afraid to say it.
She’s happy to show her appreciation, though.
Suguru moans against her neck, the sound muffled, as her hand slides into his lap. She rubs her hand clumsily over the bulge in his sweatpants until he gets them down around his thighs. Her hand shapes around his cock as she slowly jerks him through the silky material of his boxers.
Satoru seems to notice the attention Suguru’s getting, because he doubles his efforts kissing her. He nips at her bottom lip and makes a delighted noise when she moans quietly into his mouth.
“That feels good,” Suguru breathes. He rests his forehead in the crook of Shoko’s neck.
She pulls away from Satoru with a soft, slick sound. “Sorry.”
“Huh?”
Suguru makes a defeated noise when Shoko’s hand ceases movement. She cups his cheek, instead, and leans in to kiss him, which he melts into instantly. She smirks against his mouth when she feels Satoru shudder as she begins the same technique she’d been using on Suguru.
The difference is Satoru is much, much louder. He moans and bites at her neck. “Oh, fuck, that feels good.”
He babbles on, but Shoko tunes out his rambling when Suguru shifts closer and runs his hand up over her knee, to her thigh. Electricity races through her, and she parts from him with a gasp. “Are we really gonna do this?”
“If it’s what you want,” Suguru says. His eyes are unusually dark, the violet nearly swallowed whole by his pupils. Satoru’s not in much better shape.
“It is,” she assures him. Her eyes flick between the two of them.
Suguru presses a chaste kiss to Shoko’s cheek. “Take off your clothes, Satoru.”
He begins to strip without a thought. Shoko blinks and wonders if he’ll do the same thing if she asks. “Hey, Satoru.”
“Hm?” He looks up at her.
“Come here.” She holds her hand out and hums when he rests his chin on her palm. “Sit back. Now look up. Back down.”
“What are you doing to him?” Suguru finally asks, when she tells him to try to touch his tongue to his nose.
“Testing how obedient he is,” she says casually.
Satoru’s cock jerks hard in his boxers. He holds back a whimper as Shoko stares him down.
“Clothes off,” Suguru reminds him as he starts to work his own shirt over his head.
This must be the time to jump in, then. Shoko unbuttons her sleep shirt and tosses it aside. She pauses when she looks forward again to see them both staring at her chest unashamedly. “Enjoying the view, huh.”
“Your tits are so pretty, Shoko,” Satoru mutters. He hooks one finger in the cup of her bra. “Can I suck on ‘em? Please?”
Shoko’s breath hitches. She leans in and presses her hands to his chest, allowing him to unclasp the back. The bra slides down her shoulders, exposing her chest. She’s not the biggest fan of how she looks — she’s a bit too saggy and chubby for her own liking. But Satoru and Suguru are staring at her like she hung the moon.
“Stop looking at me like that,” she scolds. She crosses her arms over her chest, which makes their gazes finally fall on her face.
“Shoko, you know we’ve liked you since we were seconds years, right?” Suguru cups her face gently. “I don’t care if you don’t like how you look. I do. So does Satoru.”
“Affirmative.” Satoru is still staring, but he’s palming himself through his boxers now. “You’re so hot, Shoko…”
She ignores him and tugs at the waistband of his boxers. He allows her to tug them down, letting his cock spring free and slap against his stomach. It’s weirdly pretty, pale like he is, but flushed pink at the tip. It’s nestled in a mess of fine white hair that trails all the way up to his belly button.
Satoru squirms when she remains silent. “Are you just going to look at it?”
“No.” She finally presses her hand to his thigh and wraps her slim fingers around him. His dick throbs in her grasp, and pre dribbles from the tip. She wants to lick it.
“Oh fuck.” Noises tumble from his lips. “Oh, fuck, Shoko, your hand feels so — ngh, it’s good.”
“Why, Satoru, you’re making me jealous.” Suguru slings his arm over his shoulder and presses hungry kisses to his neck. “You look divine like this. I want to worship you.”
Something hot curls in Shoko’s stomach. She makes a noise before she even realizes it. Her attention is only drawn because both of them look at her.
“You like to be worshipped, huh?” Suguru grins at her like he knows something she doesn’t.
“I don’t hate it.” Her hand squeezes Satoru gently again, forcing a choked moan from his throat. “It’s nice to be wanted.”
“You’re very wanted.” Suguru leans down to press a chaste kiss to her lips. “But I’m always happy to reaffirm that.”
She moans into his mouth as he captures it and swipes her tongue over his. Her body jolts when she feels Satoru kissing and licking at her chest. She leans back as Suguru starts to kiss down her neck and chest, too. When she looks back down at the two of them, they’re staring up at her.
Satoru’s lashes flutter as he swirls his tongue around her nipple and sucks gently. Suguru mimics him, but keeps his eyes firmly locked on hers.
Heat rolls through Shoko’s body in waves. It pools in her core, making her squeeze her thighs together. “Fuck, you two are r-ridiculous.”
“Mm, Shoko, I gotta taste you.” Satoru flicks his tongue out against her nipple again before sliding further down the bed. “Please. Please let me taste you, please, please — "
“Does he always talk this much?” Shoko asks.
Suguru pulls off her nipple with a pop. “Every single night.”
“You’re so pretty,” Satoru breathes.
“And so are you.” She ruffles his hair. “Annoyingly so.”
His thumb brushes over the waistband of her shorts.
Shoko shivers. “Suguru?”
“Mm?” He presses a soft kiss to her shoulder.
“I, um, wanna do his suggestion.”
Suguru looks up at her with half-lidded eyes. “What’s stopping you?”
“I want to make sure you’re included too.” Her breath hitches when Satoru starts tugging at her pants.
“You know I’m not going anywhere.” He presses another kiss to ribs and lays down beside Satoru.
“Oh,” she breathes. Her legs are lifted, each of them taking one over their shoulder. She can feel them breathing against her core, the wet fabric separating them doing little to damper it.
“You smell so good,” Satoru mutters. He presses his nose directly against her panties and inhales.
Shoko shudders and grabs his hair. Her hips grind involuntarily against his nose.
Suguru laughs quietly. “We haven’t even started, and you’re already riding his face. You seem a little pent up, Shoko.”
She silences him by winding her fingers in his hair and shoving his face between her thighs. Her back arches when she feels the vibration of his moan.
“Take these off,” Satoru mutters suddenly, sitting up a bit. He pulls at the waistband of her panties. “I need to taste you for real.”
Shoko lifts her hips, aiding in the clothing removal. The second they’re gone, Satoru is on her, licking her clit sloppily and sucking hard when she trembles.
Suguru is no help at all. He bites her thigh — just for payback — and slides his tongue, slow and delicate, into her dripping cunt. He drinks down her arousal like it’s the nectar of the gods and stares up at her, eyes narrowed like he wants to eat her alive.
Satoru is completely lost. He’s eating her out like a starved man, arm wrapped around her thigh to keep her in place. His tongue swirls around her clit before he sucks hard and whines.
Suguru finally surfaces. His mouth — the entire lower half of his face, actually — is glistening, covered in slick. He licks his lips and smiles at her. It looks soft, but Shoko knows him well enough to recognize it. Suguru is cunning, manipulative — and he’s going to use it against her.
“What’s that look for?” he coos, tilting his head. His big hand kneads her thigh.
“Fuck.” Shoko’s back arches when Satoru gives her clit another harsh suck. “Fuck, Satoru…ngh, save me.”
Satoru either doesn’t hear her or completely ignores her. He moans softly against her pussy and licks up her slit.
“Just relax,” Suguru says. He touches her inner thigh gently and trails his fingers up, toward her core. “Is this okay?”
Shoko nods. “Mm.”
“Yeah?” Suguru smiles gently again as he pushes two fingers against her. He’s met with almost no resistance. In fact, her body seems to welcome the intrusion — she pulses and clenches around the digits, and she moans loud enough to get Satoru to pay attention.
His head rests on her thigh as he watches Suguru finger her. “Your pussy is so pretty, Shoko.”
Her breath hitches as she watches them watch her. Satoru looks drunk already, eyes half lidded as he presses wet kisses to her thigh. Suguru’s eyes never leave hers, even as he adds another finger and curls them just right.
“Oh fuck,” she whines, hips bucking. “S-Satoru — touch me.”
Satoru looks surprised, albeit delighted, that she’s asking for him specifically. He brushes his thumb over her clit in circles, doing his best to match the pace of Suguru’s thrusts.
“Tight,” Suguru mutters. “You’re close, aren’t you?”
Shoko’s head tilts back against the pillow. She bites her lip hard to prevent any humiliating noises from spilling out. Her hands twine in Suguru’s hair, tugging hard at the strands.
“Hey,” Satoru complains, pressing her clit like a fucking button, “why aren’t you making any noise? You were moaning like a whore a minute ago.”
“Satoru,” Suguru scolds sharply.
“That’s why,” she grits out, hips bucking. “I’m not a fucking whore. Don’t call me that. I know you’re gonna — hah — tease me if I make any noise.”
“Don’t worry, Shoko.” Suguru leans forward and flutters his tongue over her stiff clit. “If he makes fun of you, I’ll make sure he’s punished for it. We can stop everything. I’ll put him over my knee and spank him until he apologizes.”
Satoru makes a horrified sound. “Wait, no — "
“Then be nice, Satoru.” Suguru kisses the inside of Shoko’s thigh and curls his fingers inside her. “She’s a lady. Treat her like one.”
A raw, guttural moan tears from her throat. Her entire body reacts, tensing as she comes on Suguru’s fingers.
“Fuck, that’s it.” Suguru strokes her through it before he pulls his fingers out. He turns them over to Satoru, who immediately takes them into his mouth to suck the flavor off of them. Shoko stares at him in utter disbelief.
“Mm,” Satoru hums, eyes fluttering shut. His cock twitches hard against his stomach, and he chases Suguru’s fingers as he pulls them away.
“Poor thing,” Shoko mutters, trying her hand at this. “You want me so bad you’re sucking me off Suguru’s fingers, huh?”
Satoru inhales so hard she’s worried he’ll pass out. His big blue eyes are already so wide, the blue swallowed up by the pupil.
“From where I’m sitting, we have two options,” Suguru says, drawing their attention back to him. “It mostly depends on what you want, Shoko. We could take you to Paris, or you and Satoru can share me.”
“Take me to Paris?” Her brow furrows. “What sort of filthy innuendo is that?”
Satoru laughs. “Aw, Sho, didn’t think you were innocent.”
She flicks the tip of his dick and delights in his yelp.
“It’s a sex position called the Eiffel Tower,” Suguru says in that infuriatingly calm voice of his. “We’d fill you on both ends.”
“And what’s my other option?” she asks, fingers skating along Satoru’s pale thigh absentmindedly.
“Use me.” His voice drops low for a minute before he composes himself. “I lie down, you two get on top and sit wherever you want.”
He’s good at hiding it. Suguru has always been good at hiding the emotions he really feels, an infuriating trait when Shoko is trying to have a serious conversation with him. But his exterior is cracking already, now that he has her so close to where he wants her. She knows exactly what he wants, even if he won’t say it out loud.
“I’ll use you,” she says, lowering her gaze to look at him through her eyelashes. She doesn’t have much practice flirting, but she’s seen Satoru do this, and heard the results.
Suguru exhales slowly and nods. “Good choice.”
“Please,” Satoru says suddenly, his voice pitchy. “Shoko, let me ride him. His dick. Please. I need it. I’ve needed it since before we got here, but he said no.”
“Oh, did he.” Shoko smiles. She finds that she likes teasing Satoru, watching the way his pupils dilate and seeing what it takes to make him tremble. “Well, then I think you’ll have to ask him.”
Satoru looks over at Suguru immediately, an expectant look on his face.
“Such a cockslut,” Suguru mutters, thumbing as his bottom lip. “Yes, Satoru, you can ride me. Shoko, that means you’ll be on my mouth. Is that alright with you?”
Heat rushes through her and slicks her already-drenched cunt. “As long as someone ends up inside me.”
“We can make that happen. Don’t worry.” Suguru presses a soft kiss to her lips before he lays down on the mattress. “Satoru, get yourself ready. Sho, you come over whenever you want.”
“You’re being so nice. It’s unusual.” Shoko’s breath hitches as he trails his fingers over her thighs.
Suguru hums softly as he guides her toward him. He helps her straddle his chest. “Would you prefer I be mean?”
“Not meaner than you usually are. But yeah, stop treating me like I’m made of glass.” She pokes him in the forehead. “I can handle you.”
“Fine. I’ll do what I normally do, then.” Before she can protest, he wraps his strong arms around her waist and tugs her forward until she’s seated completely on his face. She can’t even protest for the first minute. He plays with her clit for a few seconds before sealing his lips over the bud and sucking hard.
Shoko’s hips jolt. Her hands shoot out to grab the headboard. “Ah — Suguru — "
Satoru makes a quiet noise behind her. When she glances over her shoulder, he’s climbing on top of Suguru too, wrapping a hand around his leaking cock, and then sinking down on it with a loud, satisfied moan.
Suguru moans, the sound vibrating against her pussy. Her thighs quiver, but he holds her still, forcing her to take what he gives her.
“Fuck.” Satoru leans forward and buries his face in the side of Shoko’s neck. “You should try this. He’s so fucking big. Feels so full.”
Shoko grinds down on Suguru’s tongue, needier with each passing minute and not helped at all by Satoru talking her through it. Her shoulders shake as she tips her head back, hips grinding down against the warm, solid tongue now sliding inside her. She’s a little worried that she’s going to suffocate him, but she has different priorities at the moment; namely, she wants to come. She wants it bad, but she knows Suguru, and she knows he won’t allow it. Not until she’s worked for it.
Satoru leans forward, chest pressing to her back, and reaches around to fondle her chest. He pinches and rolls her nipples between his fingers, teasing the rosy buds until they’re stiff and peaked. All the while, he’s whispering filthy things to her, about how good Suguru feels, about how pretty she looks, about how much he wants to feel her tight around him.
Shoko hates the way she whimpers. She grinds down on Suguru’s face, clit rutting against the solid line of his nose. “Fuck — fuck, I’m gonna come. Satoru — "
Satoru pinches her nipples, hard. She cries out, hips stuttering as she tries desperately to hold on.
Suguru’s fingers dig into her thighs. He lifts her off for all of five seconds to whisper, “Come on my face, Shoko.”
Shoko swears as she falls apart. Every point of contact feels heightened — Satoru squeezing her breasts, Suguru’s tongue working furiously against her clit. Her eyes flutter shut as she grinds through the aftershocks.
Below her, Suguru is moaning desperately. He presses a kiss to her clit and moves one hand from her thigh to grab Satoru’s waist. His head tilts back against the pillow, dark hair spreading out in a halo against the sheets as he catches his lip between his teeth and squeezes his eyes shut.
Satoru moans behind her, hands squeezing her breasts tighter. “Oh fuck…so warm, Suguru, I’m so full.”
Shoko climbs off Suguru’s chest so he can breathe in the aftershocks of his orgasm. Her breath hitches when Satoru grabs her by the waist and easily manhandles her down against the bed. He’s always been stronger than her — they both have — but the difference now that they’re adults is he’s stronger, infinitely more capable of moving her however he wants.
Satoru stares down at her, eyes wide and blown with lust. His cock brushes against her thigh, still rock hard and weeping from the tip. “Shoko…please, I haven’t finished yet. Let me fuck you? Please, you’re probably so warm and sloppy from Suguru, and I’m so so hard — "
“Yes,” she breathes, legs spreading. “Please. Now.”
“Demanding,” Suguru finally says. He props himself up on one elbow as he watches Satoru line himself up and sink inside of Shoko.
The relief is immediate. His eyes roll back, and he pulses hotly inside her. He’s close, she can tell.
“Do your best, Satoru,” Suguru purrs, fingers trailing down his back. “Show her a good time.”
Sobs wrack Shoko’s body as Satoru pounds into her. He isn’t gentle, but she doesn’t want him to be.
Satoru’s thrusts stutter as Suguru spreads his cheeks and slides two fingers inside of him. He whines, loud and needy, and buries his face in Shoko’s neck.
“Oh fuck — oh fuck — !” Shoko’s nails dig into his back. “Satoru — slow down! Oh fuck — too much — hah — "
Satoru’s fingers dig into her hips as he spills inside her. Her back arches, and her pussy flutters around his cock. The feeling of being filled is too much to handle, and she comes hard on his cock, body finally giving in to her third orgasm of the night.
He pulls out and lays back on the mattress beside her. Suguru lays down on the other side with a heavy sigh.
“That was the best sex I’ve ever had,” Shoko announces to no one.
Satoru laughs breathlessly. “Sweet.”
“Next time, you’re gonna be trading places with Satoru,” Suguru says, slinging an arm around her waist. “The noises he was making…you must feel amazing.”
“We’ll take you in a date first,” Satoru mutters sleepily into her collarbone.
She reaches up and pets their hair, both of them. As much as she wants to tell them how wonderful the idea sounds, darkness is clawing at her vision, and she answers the call of sleep.
It’s still snowing in the morning. Shoko leans on the balcony railing with a cigarette dangling loosely between her fingers. The frigid air nips at her exposed skin, but she’d rather be freezing than live in an apartment that smells like nicotine.
The snow has only gotten higher, if anything. Maybe it’s the work of some curse, preying on the loneliness of isolation, or maybe it’s a hurricane from further north. Either way, she’s trapped here with the two of them until the streets are cleared.
She finishes her cigarette and tosses the butt into the ashtray. It’s starting to overflow, so she brings it inside with her to empty out.
Her heart rate skyrockets when she hears a moan from the loft. Quickly, she dumps the ashtray and abandons it on the counter. She sprays herself with numerous pumps of the cherry blossom perfume she keeps in here, then climbs the ladder back to the loft.
Satoru is spread out on the bed, eyes hazy and cheeks reddened. His hands are fisted in the sheets, and he’s making obscene little sounds that go straight through her.
Suguru is on his knees at the edge of the bed, mouth busy between Satoru’s thighs. He’s watching him intently, though his sharp eyes cut over to Shoko when she appears. He pulls off Satoru’s cock with a slurp, ignoring the way the man cries out in protest. “Good morning, Shoko.”
“Good morning,” she says, eyes fixed on Satoru’s dick. It’s swollen and red where it bobs in the air. It looks rather painful, but when he goes to touch himself, Suguru swats his hand away.
“You don’t get to misbehave just because Shoko’s here,” Suguru tells him firmly. “If anything, she’ll probably make it worse for you.”
“Please,” Satoru breathes, tears pricking the corners of his eyes. “Someone just touch me. It hurts.”
“Poor thing,” Shoko coos in false-sympathy. She kneels on the floor beside Suguru and wraps her hand around the base of Satoru’s cock. He moans and bucks into her touch, heated skin pulsing in her hand.
“You’re too good to him,” Suguru mutters, beginnings of a frown on his face.
“No I’m not. Don’t worry.” Shoko keeps stroking him, but she focuses on his face more than his reactions. His nose scrunches, his mouth falls open, and his cock begins to throb in her hand — and then she lets go.
Satoru wails, hips bucking as a few pathetic drops of pre dribble from his tip. “That’s not fair! Please, Shoko, that’s not — that’s not fair!”
“I know it’s not.” She grins at Suguru. “Am I doing this right?”
He looks more excited than she’s ever seen him. “Yes.”
“You know, I thought about making you two breakfast,” she says, beginning to absentmindedly stroke Satoru again. He moans quietly and writhes in her grip before Suguru swats at his hip bone. “But you both seem to have plenty of energy.”
“Oh, no. Poor Satoru here just can’t keep it in his pants for longer than eight hours,” Suguru teases. He leans forward and suckles gently on the sensitive, ruby-red head.
Satoru screams, back arching off the mattress. “Suguru! Fuck, I’m gonna come — please — "
“Nuh-uh.” Shoko squeezes his dick, hard, then releases him. “Not until you watch your boyfriend fuck me.”
“What?” he asks through a few tears. He sniffles as he watches Shoko crawl into bed beside him.
“You heard me.” She presses a sweet kiss to his lips. “Suguru is going to fuck me, while you watch, and you’re going to sit there and do nothing about it.”
“Fuck.” Suguru is on her in seconds. “Shoko, I think I might love you.”
She laughs. “Save that for when you’re inside me, loser.”
He pulls the hem of her sleep shorts down and smirks a little when he sees her panties. It had been too dark to see them properly last night, but he’s getting a good look now, and he likes the little gudetama faces plastered all over the cotton. “Cute panties.”
“Yeah, I bet you tell your boyfriend that every night,” she snarks, even as she lifts her hips to help him slide the offending fabric off.
“Only when he’s in lace,” Suguru says, infuriatingly calmly, like he’s rehearsed this conversation a thousand times.
Satoru scoffs. “I look good in all materials, thanks. The other day you sucked me off in the kitchen while we had friends over because you liked how those pink satin ones looked on me.”
Shoko raises a brow and looks at Suguru, who is staring at the sheets. “Interesting.”
“Not my fault I have a delicious cock.” Satoru’s fingers wrap around himself gingerly, but they’re both fast enough to smack his hand away before he can touch himself properly. He whines in frustration. “C’mon! You guys are just sitting there, and I’m not getting any softer.”
“Fine. We’ll hurry up.” Suguru’s eyes lock with Shoko’s and narrow slightly. He grins, like he knows something she doesn’t, and leans forward to kiss her.
She tries not to focus on what that means. She can feel Satoru’s hands all over her body, presumably in an attempt to stop from touching himself.
Suguru’s hips shift, and he taps his dick lightly against her clit. She makes a soft noise into his mouth and eagerly spreads her legs.
Her mind goes blank when he starts to slowly, slowly, slide in. He’s not as long as Satoru, but he’s overwhelmingly thick, cock stuffing her full in ways she’s never felt. Her nails dig into his back.
“Fuck, Shoko,” he breathes, finally pulling away. He pants quietly beside her ear as he stills inside her.
“Keep going,” she mutters, impatient.
“Hold on.” His breath hitches when she bucks her hips. “I’m gonna come if I keep moving. Just…one second. Fuck, you’re so tight. Oh god.”
Satoru whines again. “Suguru, c’mon.”
Shoko’s back arches sharply as he pulls out and slowly, slowly, thrusts back in. The fat head of his cock squishes against a sensitive spot inside her, sending her reeling.
“Suguru,” she gasps, eyes fighting to stay open. “Faster.”
“Careful what you wish for.” His breath catches, hands locked firmly on her hips.
She locks eyes with him. “Faster.”
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Suguru glances at the desperate white-haired man beside them. “Hold her hand, Satoru. This might get rough.”
“Huh?” Shoko is confused for half a second before he pulls out and slams back inside her. The force knocks all the air from her lungs and scratches an itch she didn’t even know she had. Her fingers grapple for purchase in the sheets until she finds Satoru’s hand and squeezes as Suguru rails her like a train.
Suguru is muttering her name and soft praises under his breath as he holds her still so he can destroy her. He moans quietly and leans over to kiss Satoru, who happily reciprocates.
Shoko is all too happy to watch, too, cunt clenching when she sees the flash of tongue they share. Her back arches when Suguru changes angles and brushes something that makes her vision white out. “Fuuuck, right there!”
“Here?” he teases, pressing the blunt head up against that spot. At her frantic nod, he pulls out and slams back in, putting pressure on that one spot designed to break her.
Shoko isn’t sure she’s going to survive this. Her pussy is stretched to the absolute limit, her voice is hoarse from moaning, and her nails are digging into Satoru’s hand like he’s the only thing keeping her grounded.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Suguru whispers, almost in disbelief. His gaze drops down to where their bodies are joined together, and he pulses dangerously inside her.
Shoko whimpers. “Suguru…c’mon, we’re both close.”
He hums quietly and braces a hand beside her head. She’s curious for all of two seconds before he grabs her thigh and slings her leg over his hip. Then, all she can process is the blinding pleasure as he fucks her stupid.
Her jaw falls slack as her cunt clenches and drips, soaking the sheets. Everything feels hazy, and she has a hard time catching her breath. Only when she opens her eyes does she realize Suguru’s hair is damp, and there’s some sort of liquid splattered across his lips.
“What’s that?” she asks breathlessly.
He licks it off. “You squirted.”
Her face heats up, but she barely has time to feel embarrassed when Satoru begins hassling them again.
“Hello? Can I come now?” He pokes her shoulder. “C’mon, let me come or I’m gonna start fucking your pillows. That’ll be messy and you know it.”
She sighs and pushes her hair back from her face. “Suguru, make him come before he violates my linens.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He sits back up and eases out of her gently.
Her body protests the loss, but she’ll be fine. She rests on her side as she watches Suguru swallow Satoru down again. It’s barely a minute before he’s coming down Suguru’s throat, hips bucking and curses flying from his lips. He whines in the overstimulation and attempts to push Suguru away, but he only succeeds in getting him closer. Suguru is merciless — he doesn’t let off until Shoko grabs a fistful of hair and yanks him into a kiss. Satoru is red faced and on the verge of tears; he looked like he needed saving.
When they finally pull themselves together and get out of bed, they all crowd into the tiny kitchen. Shoko attempts to cook, but being squished in by two very broad men makes things incredibly difficult. Eventually, she gets frustrated and banishes them to the couch.
She brings a plate of omelets out twenty minutes later and sits in the chair. Her gaze is on them as they each take one. “So what is this?”
“Well…it’s not normal, there’s that,” Satoru says. “But I…I like being Suguru’s boyfriend. And I think I’ll like being your boyfriend, too.”
“Boyfriend,” she says slowly, mulling the word over. It tastes sweet on her tongue, like a delicacy she never thought she’d get the chance to try. “You’re my boyfriends.”
They both watch her for a second before she nods with an air of finality.
“I like it,” she says, a smile curving the corners of her mouth upward. “Now hurry up and eat, boyfriends. We’re stuck here again today, and I need to get to know you all over again.”
Suguru reaches out and squeezes her hand gently. She gives him a soft smile before she turns back to her meal.
What meteorology experts later dubbed the Tokyo Disaster Blizzard of ‘09, Shoko called the best day of her life. The day she began dating her two best friends.