One of The Guys

Shift in View

Suguru's POV
"Y/N! Your so good! So fucking good for me!"Suguru groans as his pace increases. His nails digging into skin. He bites down hard on his lower lip, head rolled back and eyes closed.

"Y/N? The fuck Suga!" The woman on all fours below him shouts up and her voice penetrates the fantasy he had created.

"Bitch shut the fuck up! If you want this fucking dick keep that slutty ass mouth closed." Suguru growls his grip on her hip tightens and she lets out a wince of pain. "You were the one fucking begging for it. Want me to stop?"

"No! Please!" She moans and he rolls his eyes in annoyance. He quickens his pace even more to finish. The illusion being shattered he was no longer interested in drawing this out. He pulls out with a groan and cums on her small ass, furthering his disappointment. He grabs his shirt from the side of the bed and cleans the woman off.

When she catches her breath she turns over to look at him with an angry sneer. "You always told me not to worry about her. That fat troll you and Satoru are always around. Then while your enjoying this bomb ass pussy you call out her name?!" She shouts crossing her thin arms. "Are you fucking kidding me? Do you know who I am? How many men beg me to be with them?" She points her finger at him, nails were always manicured and perfectly done.

Suguru looks down at her with a sick twisted grin. Her anger quickly fading by his domineering presence. "Get the fuck out. Your a dime a fucking dozen. I was going to apologize for calling you a bitch. But your ego just fucked that up for you." He says calmly which was absolutely terrifying.

The women quickly gets out of bed and throws on her clothes. She does not dare make another snide remark. Without another word she grabs her overpriced purse and heads out the door.

Now that he was a lone again that ache returned. He felt bad about what just happened. She had always been high maintenance and snobby but she didn't deserve that. Even though in a few days she would call him back to "hang out" again. He glances over at the empty bottle of Y/N's favorite bourbon and groans. Every small item brought his thoughts back to his friend. He pulls out his phone tempted to call her but instead DoorDashes more liquor.

Satoru's pov
Satoru was sober and fucking miserable. He sips a glass of water as he enjoys the night air staring up at the crescent moon. His mind replaying last night over. She was so adorable and at the same time powerful. He knew he could have persuaded her to allow him to stay the night. He did not trust himself. She had become to alluring after getting a taste of her intimately. The feel of her soft lips against his made his breath hitch. This feeling was so strange. It was unlike anything he had felt while spending time with another human.

He felt a sense of belonging when he first met Suguru. He felt that he could actually respect someone other than himself. Satoru was extra and Suguru was stoic. But occasionally there were times they didn't understand each other.

That's where the shy nerdy college girl assigned to be their bio partner came into play. After a few days the two boys were able to crack that timid shell, and they discovered a fucking sly sarcastic fox. One who understood them both and was able to bridge the times when they weren't able to communicate. The trio easily becoming dependent and inseparable. This was the greatest moment in his life, a true human connection. Not a forced fake bond that lacked actual emotions.

The relationship that they all shared was special. So the day Satoru saw Y/N sitting in the quad with a pained look on her face, he lost his mind. He saw red. He wanted to commit a crime to bring that smile back to his friends face. When he glanced at Suguru they understood each other perfectly without words. He knew he felt the same.

That's why that night was so dangerous. Without an idea of what love was, the strong emotions Satoru linked to her he felt his heart race in fear. Fear of these overwhelming feelings and the fact he knew Suguru felt the same. He cherished the amazing friendship they all had created but this felt different. And he sensed the shift in their friendship because of it.

Last night it took every fiber of his strength to pull himself away from that kiss. He fought tooth and nail to control the need to caress her body, strip her bare. The insanity he felt when she grabbed his arm and hugged him as he was leaving was indescribable. He found the willpower solely in the love he felt. He hated the rush of feelings. the urge to numb them was so strong. But he knew she worried about him so he took another sip of water instead.