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The day was finally here.
You were gonna officially be a Mrs. in the next hour or so.
You had kicked everyone out of your dressing room during this last hour you had before walking
down the aisle. You had been surrounded by people and noise nonstop for the past few days...you
just needed a few moments of silence to yourself.
You were staring at your reflection in the vanity, softly smiling at how well the makeup artist had
done to accentuate the best features of your face. A knock then came at the door, it opening before
you could say anything. “Y/n, my babyyyy!”
“Suguru?! What are you—Satoru, too?! How did you guys find my dressing room!” You watched,
confused, as your two best friends waltzed into your dressing room.
“You know we had to come see you before your big moment.” Suguru pulled you into a tight hug
before pulling back, placing his hands on your shoulders. He was beaming. “You look so beautiful.
Wow.” Satoru who stood next to him smiled and nodded in agreement.
You softened from his expression. “Thanks. You guys look great, too!”
Truly, they did. Maybe a little much for a wedding, but fashion had always came first for your best
friends—Suguru had on a black button-up that was not fully buttoned, exposing his upper chest as
well as a multi-layered silver necklace. There were multiple rings on his hands, of various designs
and sizes. To tie his outfit together, he kept it simple on the bottom half with gray slacks that were
cuffed and black dress shoes. Satoru was dressed similarly, only with a color difference—his
button-up was light blue and his multi-layered necklace was gold. He also had a pair of sunglasses
atop his head that held his bangs pushed back from his face. And, both of them, as usual, smelled
amazing.
“But...again,” you continued, “how did you guys find me in this big ass building?”
“Suguru,” Satoru began with a tone of annoyance, “kept going around knocking on doors. Process
of elimination.”
“Whatever. You wanted to see her as much as I did.” The two of them went to sit on the couch
across from the vanity, you turning to face them.
“Nervous? Feel like barfing? Feel like crying?” Suguru rested his head on his hand as he looked at
you, eyebrows slightly furrowed.
You rubbed your hands on your lap. “All of those things. But, of course, I'm also happy. It’s
been...so hard on my mental health planning this wedding, as you both know. I’m happy to be
finally marrying him, but also happy to finally get this over with.”
“You’ve got a good guy out there,” Satoru chimed in. He pulled his sunglasses off, bangs perfectly
falling into place. “We overheard him talking about you with his friends and just... head over heels
for you.”
That made your heart flutter. You couldn’t help but grin wide at that statement. “I’m a lucky girl
for sure.”
Suguru chuckled, placing a hand on Satoru. “Bet he doesn’t forget the third degree we gave him
before he took our y/n on their first date.”
“Oh, yeah, no we had to. You can’t just expect to sweep our girl off her feet without us saying
anything about it.” They nodded at each other before turning to look back at you as you giggled.
You always loved how they called you theirs. For the past 10 years, it had just been the three of
you. The bond that had been cultivated was rooted deep.
“Come. Sit. I know how you get in stressful situations,” Satoru said, scooting over to make room
for you, Suguru patting the seat.
You smiled sheepishly and stood to join them. “Yeah, I’ve been so...just...ugh. I don’t even know
what I’m trying to say.” You sat with a sigh. “I kicked everyone out of my dressing room a little
while ago just to have some silence.” You rested your head against Suguru’s shoulder and closed
your eyes, feeling him hug you, slowly rubbing your arm. “I’m glad you guys are here, though,”
you continued. “You guys always calm me down.”
“Of course. We know you better than anyone else.” As Satoru said this, you felt his hand reach out
and hold yours. And the three of you sat in silence.
You missed these moments.
Yes, it had truly always been just the three of you.
In every sense.
“How much time do you have before you have to go?” Suguru said in a low voice.
“Mmm...what time is it?” You reached out and patted Satoru’s thigh.
“5:15,” He said with a sigh. You felt his fingers interlace with yours.
You scrunched your nose as you did the math. “30...? ish minutes.”
“Good.” Suguru brought his other hand up, turning your face to his. “That gives us just enough
time to take care of you.”
This was the part of your friendship that was never talked about between the three of you.
It simply existed.
Suguru and Satoru—your best friends whom you’d lost your virginity to in high school. That was
the first time it happened. And it continued to happen regularly until you met your soon-to-be
husband four years ago. Things tapered off once you’d gotten serious with him.
Again, there wasn’t a talk about it. Just fewer visits from the two of them to your bedroom in the
house you shared with them at the time. And fewer movie nights in the living room that always
ended with you between them and never with finishing the movie.
The three of you over the past four years had become just best friends.
However. You missed it. Terribly so. And that made you feel terrible. You had a man who was
head over heels in love with you. Yet, you still missed the unspoken aspect of your relationship
with Suguru and Satoru. Why couldn’t you be content with being just best friends?
“The bond between you three...you’d think they’re your boyfriends,” your soon-to-be husband said
jokingly to you one day. But, it did make you think.
None of you had ever dated anyone after that night in high school.
You did not expect to fall in love with your husband. You fought your feelings for him for a long
time.
You had Satoru and Suguru. You didn’t need anyone outside of the two of them. And they didn’t
need anyone outside of you—women threw themselves at them constantly. Yet, those women were
always turned down. It was meant to be the three of you until the end of time.
But, they weren’t your boyfriends.
And you weren’t their girlfriend.
The three of you all deserved to find someone to settle down with.
But...were you all not technically settled with one another?...
This is why you didn’t like to think about it. You always gave yourself more questions than
answers.
All you knew right now...was that you wanted your best friends to take care of you like they used
to.
So, you leaned in to kiss Suguru with a lust that had been tightly contained for the past four years.
You didn’t know you had it in you to kiss someone with such intensity. And, as expected, he
matched your intensity. He was always the more intense, the rougher one out of him and Satoru.
You pulled him towards you until he was leaning over you. You then reached out, grabbing
Satoru’s shirt to pull him towards you, turning your head to kiss him. Suguru went to kissing your
neck, one of his hands moving to pull up your dress.
‘’Suguru, not too rough with her,’’ Satoru said in a warning tone, in between kissing you. ‘’You’re
gonna mess up her dress.’’ You briefly opened your eyes and found him glaring at Suguru.
‘’Jeez, calm down, Satoru. It’s not like I’m ripping it off of her.” As he said this, he successfully
managed to push your dress up, it bunched against your waist. His hand slid up your thighs,
spreading them before he slipped two fingers inside of you. And, as if it were muscle memory,
Satoru leaned over you, moving his hand to spread your lips and rub your clit.
“Oh, fuck...Suguru, Satoru,” you moaned, laying back against the couch.
“Four years...way too fucking long,” Suguru said as he leaned in to kiss you again as did Satoru,
the three of you sloppily kissing each other. You opened your mouth, gasping hard, trying to hold
back your moans as you felt yourself getting closer to an orgasm. The two of them spit in your
mouth before leaning back in. You gripped both of their shirts, starting to grind your hips down on
their hands. It was then you felt Satoru’s fingers slide down to join Suguru’s, both of them
thrusting deep inside of you.
“A-ah, fuck, I-I’m gonna cum!” You rhythmically rocked your hips, the feeling in the pit of your
stomach reaching its peak.
“Probably the first orgasm you’re gonna have in a very long time,” Suguru breathed against your
lips, laughing a little. “I know that man out there can’t bring you even remotely close to cumming
the way Satoru and I can.”
And like a thread, you snapped, holding onto the two of them as you came hard, shakily breathing
in place of the loud moans you so badly wanted to let out.
They both slowed and pulled their fingers out of you, leaving you gasping as you tried to steady
your breathing and your rapid heartbeat. Your head was spinning—this was actually fucking
happening. You were getting married in the next 20 or so minutes and here you were, fucking your
best friends.
Satoru maneuvered himself under you and you leaned forward on his lap, hands pressed against his
knees as you kissed Suguru in front of you. Satoru lifted your dress from the back and you slid your
hands up to his thighs, moving your hips backward as you settled him inside of you. You couldn’t
help it—you started to slowly rock your hips back and forth on him, moaning as he slid so easily in
and out of you. He gripped your hips, sighing hard. “Yes, baby, fuck yourself on me.”
Suguru pushed your hair from your face. “Aw, sweetheart, does Satoru’s dick feel good so deep
inside of you? You couldn’t wait to fuck yourself on it, huh?”
“Yes, Suguru, it feels so good!” You rocked your hips harder, your hands gripping Satoru’s thighs
tightly.
Suguru pouted. “Your poor husband. He’s out there, thinking the world of you and you’re in here,
fucking yourself on another man’s dick. Sucks to be him,” he said with a sigh. “Ok, sweetness,
lean back for me.”
You leaned back until you were up against Satoru’s chest. Suguru pushed your legs open and
Satoru took the place of his hands to hold them open. You held your breath as you felt Suguru’s
hands press into your thighs, him slowly starting to enter you alongside Satoru. The first few
seconds always hurt like hell, but it was always worth the outcome.
“Fuck,” he breathed. “It’s too bad we gotta make this quick.” Suguru pressed himself against you,
kissing you as he started thrusting his hips, Satoru thrusting his hips upwards.
Why? Why did you ever stop this? Nothing was ever supposed to come between the three of you,
not even the man you were to marry.
They were both fucking you so differently, yet both so good—Suguru had always been one to fuck
you rough, and Satoru had always been one to want to be as deep in you as humanly possible.
“Fuck us, we’ve ruined her, Suguru. We’ve ruined her for anyone besides ourselves. But, she’s
ours, anyways.” Satoru said this, his hands pressing harder into your legs as he let out a long moan.
Suguru laughed. “Your husband will never be able to satisfy his wife and always wonder why...
you could care less, though, as long as we’re fucking you to make up for it. Isn’t that right?”
“Y-yes, Suguru!” You pulled him into a hug, drooling against his shoulder. You could care less
about anything involving your husband at this moment.
They were yours. You were theirs. Yes, this was how it was supposed to be. It had been this way
for the past 10 years. And it would be that way until the end of time.
“Suguru, Satoru...! I love you both so muuuch!”
“We love you too,” they said in unison.
You were so close. Just a little more to push you over the edge...
And, as if Suguru read your mind, he said, “I wish you would’ve stayed with us. Now, you have to
sneak around behind your husband’s back to get slutted out by Satoru and me. That’s fine, though.
Anything for our girl.” He pulled away from your grip to kiss you. And that was what you needed.
Your heart swelled with so much love for the two of them and at the same time, an orgasm surged
through you with an intensity that you’d never felt before. Soon after, you felt the feeling that you
missed and loved—the two of them filling you up, so much it dripped out and down your thighs.
The three of you lay there in silence, gasping hard.
“Now,” Suguru said with a sigh. He smiled and kissed your forehead. “Let’s get our girl ready to
get married.”
~~~~~~~
During your wedding ceremony, you kept stumbling over your words and had to stop to take deep
breaths. Several people had noticed you were of —your mother said you smelled like cologne, your
maid of honor said you were walking funny, and another friend said you seemed sluggish. It was
hard to look your husband in the eye after the filthy sex you’d just had with Satoru and Suguru,
who were in the front row on your family’s side. But, you made it through and were relieved to
almost be over with this day.
At the reception, your nerves were melting away with every drink you had. You could look your
husband in the eye again, for one. Things were coming to a lull, as everyone was mostly drunk and
thus unable to stand without stumbling.
Your husband was singing karaoke horribly out of tune with his friends on the dance floor as you
sat with Satoru and Suguru.
“Our beautiful bride. How do you feel as a married woman now?” Suguru smiled at you.
You looked down at the huge diamond ring on your finger. “It feels good. Mainly because this day
will be over.” You then sighed. “I think I’m gonna need this honeymoon more than him, honestly.”
“Yeah, you need the stress relief.” Satoru patted your hand.
You slowly spun the ring on your hand. Suguru grabbed said hand, looking over your ring. He then
sighed softly. “Fuck. You know...this...it should’ve been us, Satoru.”
“Yeah. I know, man.”
You looked at both of them dejectedly. Before you could speak, the wedding photographer walked
up to the table. “Can I get a picture of the bride and her besties?”
“Of course!” You sat up straight, Satoru and Suguru both leaning against you, faces pressed against
your cheeks. You held both of their hands tightly, smiling as the camera shuttered.
Even if it wasn’t them in the end, it didn’t matter.
You three were bound together no matter what.
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