𝐂𝐎𝐎𝐒 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 off the walls as you stand in front of the two. Manicured hand out with your palm up waiting for your money, they aren’t your sugar daddy’s, no. They’re your best friends, your homeboys. The ones who have stood next to you during every nasty post break-up cry and have been with you through every in-vain over the phone argument. These two have been with you through high school, the three of you stuck together like taffy or some kind of permanent glue. It was so hard to shake them off, like all of you were just… connected somehow..

Today you asked them for money, this is normal. Whenever you want to go shopping but don’t want to spend your money you just ask them because you know they’ll have it. And who are they to deny you? They always just kiss you on the cheek and call your their little princess or sweet baby and give you the money anyway. Even if they’re jerks most of the time. Their princess should never be denied a stress free shopping trip. Hence your current position. Little red mini skirt with your ass nearly poking out the bottom as you bounce on your feet.

Suguru is already pulling out his wallet as he sits back comfortably in his black gaming chair in a black tank stretched across his smooth but rock hard silhouette, dark chocolate skin glistening from vanilla scented lotion. Man has niche tastes.. Man spreading with an ash tray with your face on it in his lap, he’s rolling up a blunt, but he pauses to toss his wallet to Satoru. The lighter skinned man catches it without even looking up from what he’s doing. Bright icy blue eyes glued to your other hand to look at your nails. Your acrylics have pretty charms on them. “Satoru, pull ‘er out a couple thousand, hm?” He instructs his counterpart who is currently still gawking at your hand. Satoru loves seeing you get your nails done, he likes that you get feisty and sassy whenever you look nice. “Oouuuuu hol’ up, hold up. Fuck, Suguru you seen her nails yet? They so fireee, oh my lord.” He looks up from your nails and over at Suguru, thick white brows furrowed. He shakes his head and opens up Suguru’s wallet to get the offending cash. He gently guides you over to Suguru. “Go show Suguru y’nails, babygirl!” He encourages with a light swat to your ass as you giggle and walk over to him.

Suguru loves when you get all dolled up, especially for a girls night. You always look so pretty and so gorgeous just to come back ruined and upset because some other stupid guy, probably tipsy or drunk and definitely a whiny mess. Suguru gives you that signature smirk he always has in his face, that subtly smug but charming one that makes you question his morality. You eagerly show him your hands, and he examines them, humming in approval. “Those are nice, mama. But I’m more worried about this pretty little skirt. Where’d you get it from?” He lets go of your hand, his other still occupied with a half-done blunt in his hand as he touches the ruffles of the underlayer. “I got it from the mall, Sugu. ‘N this time I wanna get the other colors they had.” You gush excitedly, fighting back a squeal. But you just really, really wanted those skirts.

Satoru mutters under his breath as he counts out 4k then 8 and then 10k. Sometimes you question if this is friendship or something more, you’ve definitely woken up naked in bed with the two of them too many times to be just friends. There was like this unspoken bond there, a bond that transcended friendship and teetered just beyond friends with benefits. Too many times have you snuffed them out for help when other men couldn’t satisfy you. You were their princess and they’re always gonna take care of you.