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[ Bared and open to Satoru’s questing fingers, the press of his tongue, Yuji is already shivering. She’s hypersensitive at the best of times, wanting to chase organs and accustomed to being denied, but there’s something incredibly hot about it being Satoru being the one to touch her. He feels different, fingers longer, bonier, his tongue testing rather than moving with certainty, and it’s exciting in its newness.

This is someone who doesn’t know how to make her fall apart yet, doesn’t know what makes her burn and tick, but of his dogged dedication (and whispers from Megumi when they’re gossiped) is anything to go by then she’s in for an incredible time.

His tongue curls around her clit deliberately, not quite giving her what she needs just yet, and his head tilts just a little so that his hair brushes Suguru’s fingers where he tugs Yuji’s underwear back. It doesn’t take him long to keep going, Satoru impatient with lust as he is with other things, wanting to hear her pleasure, and he leans in to wrap his thin lips around Yuji’s clit, to flick his tongue a little, to suck, all gleeful. Yuji bucks, grinding into his face, and shouts out loud. ]

Gojo- Gojo-kun, please…?

[ Stop, or keep going? She’s not sure. ]

[ Yuji’s sounds of pleasure are more beautiful to Suguru than any music could ever be. Even when she tries to hold back, the muffled squeaks and whimpers make Suguru’s blood burn and his cock throb. The fact that Satoru is responsible for that pleasure might sit poorly with another man, but rather than find it threatening, Suguru feels the heat of arousal and desire intensifying. He’s always been stunned by Yuji, by her beauty and kindness and heart; he just finds himself eager to let others appreciate her – or at least Satoru. Maybe Megumi, if the more reserved woman has any interest. (Suguru realizes that his own hedonistic appetite and appreciation across the gender spectrum isn’t a universal experience, so he shouldn’t assume everyone wants to fuck their best friend, no matter how close they might seem at a glance.)

It would be so easy to reach out and touch Satoru now. With Yuji bucking in his lap, Suguru’s hand leaves her breast, arm winding around her waist in an iron grip to hold her in place for Satoru. She can still rock her hips, maybe squirm slightly, but she won’t get far.

Suguru can only resist for so long before he slides fingers into Satoru’s hair, finding the curve of his skull and grabbing a fistful of icy locks without displacing the way Yuji clings to Satoru. “Stop” or “keep going” – Suguru is apparently happy to make the decision for her by dragging Satoru closer, forcing his mouth against Yuji’s cunt in clear direction.

And in case there was any doubt: ]

Don’t stop. She can take it.

[ Yuji can see the moment Suguru’s fingers slide into his best friend’s hair, her eyes glued to the man between her legs like looking away would make her wake up from a dream, and she can’t tear her eyes away. Maybe other girls would be jealous about hearing their husband’s exploits, would be mad about how close he is to another man given his sexual nature, but not her.

She likes it. Likes seeing him happy and basking in being loved and cherished, loves the idea of him being spoiled, and when she sees the way his fingers twist in Satoru’s hair she decides she loves this, too. Yuji would do anything for her husband, and letting him be more loved is an easy exchange.

It doesn’t help when Satoru moans out loud at the touch, the echo of it making her snap and twist with pleasure, anchored down by Suguru’s arm. Yuji huffs a pained noise, rocking against Satoru before she turns her head to her husband. ]

Will you - tell him what I like? Tell him what to do, Suguru…

[ Gojo, for his part, curling his tongue against Yuji and licking up every drop of her wet pussy, leans back only to breathe a yes before he goes back to his duty. ]

[ An unexpected thrill of arousal rings through Suguru as the chain reaction of Satoru's approval moaned into Yuji's pussy makes his wife writhe and strain against Suguru's strength. He doesn't loosen his grip on either of them, smile wide and foxlike. ]

I can tell him what to do, I can't promise he'll listen to me. [ He says it with a mock-overblown sigh, punctuating his words by flexing his fingers in Satoru's hair for a flash of pain. ]

But maybe if he's smart, he'll pay attention.

[ Of course, Suguru is confident that Satoru knows what he's doing, that he'd be able to please Yuji just fine, but also... ]

You can keep working her clit, but she might come a little too quickly. [ Not a problem, technically. ] Trace her with your tongue, if you want to watch her thighs shake, but she makes the sweetest sounds with a tongue inside her little pussy.

[ The way that Suguru knows exactly what to do to make her come faster is a mixture of delightful and embarrassing, the blush on her cheeks reaching a critical level. She knows the same for him in return, of course, the best way to use her tongue and mouth to pleasure him, to ride him until he falls apart for her, to squeeze just so on his cock so he breaks - but she’s not saying it out loud!

Yuji can only watch, a victim of their shared intention to ruin her, as Satoru follows the instructions from her husband. He abandons her clit for now, and that’s a terrible loss, letting his tongue sink lower, instead lapping at her pussy like a man starving for it. Both he and Suguru have her open wide, her hole bared for him, so it’s almost too easy for him to start teasing her there, stroking his tongue but not quite pushing it in.

It’s a deliberate, painful tease and she whimpers, turning her head to nuzzle into Suguru. Yuji licks her lips, thighs twitching already, desperate to snap shut and pin Satoru in place. ]

Suguru… Gojo-kun, please…

[ With Yuji's legs pinned open and slung over Suguru's, he just has to lift his knees slightly to prevent her trembling urge to close around Satoru's head. Suguru's sadism is so often cloaked in a friendly smile in his daily life – disarming, charming, collected – but in moments alone with partners, that desire to torment (lovingly) wiggles free. Like overwhelming Yuji with pleasure until she can't take it anymore – or keeping her bound and edged to the point of tears. He relishes it just as much as opportunities for comfortable intimacy or his own submissive tendencies.

Suguru hums with amusement, pressing a kiss to Yuji's forehead as she nuzzles into him, those sweet whines filling the bedroom. ]

Please what, Yuji?

[ And instead of letting Satoru continue, Suguru drags him back by that fistful of hair, keeping him just out of reach of the swollen, delicious flesh of Yuji's pussy. ]

Ask for what you want or you won't get it~

[ ... they both know Suguru can't resist her and she always gets what she wants, but it's all part of the game. ]

[ She’s accustomed to it, of course, the way that Suguru teases and lovingly bullies her. Yuji likes it, a natural submissiveness to her that’s brought out by Suguru’s rough yet tender hands, dragging her to a kind of bliss she’d never anticipated. Even when he’s pushed and teased her he’s been gentle and loving in his own perfect way, and Yuji can’t help her burning need to please and worship her husband in return.

The noise she makes when Satoru is pulled away from her is mirrored in the man’s own disappointed groan, but he doesn’t try to push forward again. Gojo might not be naturally submissive like their lovely wives are, but this is Suguru’s wife: he’s in charge. It would be different if it was Megumi. He glances at his own wife out of the corner of his eye and smiles coyly. ]

Come on, Yuji-chan. Tell us exactly what you want so we can give it to you. I don’t know what you really like yet, hm? Why don’t you teach me. It can’t be all down to Suguru, can it?

[ Nodding, Yuji turns her head, nuzzling it into her husband’s neck before she breathes out, shaky and needy. ]

I… I need your tongue inside me, Gojo-kun… I like it best when I’m filled up.

[ From behind the phone screen, Megumi briefly catches Gojo's eye, the flush in her cheeks darkening as her knees press together, thighs tensing with her own excitement that she ignores for now. As hot as the idea of being involved might be, Megumi's cautious nature and inexperience hold her back. Yuji is stunning, gorgeous and strong and naturally loving, warm-hearted in a way that Megumi can only admire. It makes sense to spoil Yuji, in Megumi's mind. She worries too much about ruining the moment or momentum with her prickly awkwardness, and watching instead of participating allays those anxieties.

... Of course, she didn't say any of that when they were planning this whole thing, but her distaste for the spotlight has always been obvious. This way, she gets to enjoy like a shadow on the wall, unobtrusive but present.

Suguru is too intently focused on Yuji to spare much attention to Megumi, humming his approval as Yuji's sweet, breathy voice pleads with them. ]

Such a good girl, Yuji.

[ Suguru's arm around her waist squeezes her lightly, that easy flicker of affection before he drags Satoru in again by his hair. ]

You heard her, Satoru – fill her up. Give her a real taste of that clever tongue.

[ Right now, Yuji’s world is just the men holding her between them, focus unable to shift to remember that her best friend is here too, watching her get utterly ruined and spoilt by their two men. She’ll be notified later when she watches the video Megumi is recording, when she sees how wanton and needy she was almost immediately, desiring nothing more than the hands and mouths holding her, bold in her want for their cocks.

They’d whispered it together, her and Suguru, before they’d agreed to this. Yuji can remember how it felt as he fingered her open, cock in her pretty cunt and mouth on her neck as he got her ass as loose as they could. She remembers how it felt the first time he fucked her that way, how it felt each time, bent over their furniture and his name a prayer on her lips.

She can’t imagine how it will feel to have both of them press into her, thick cocks bullying her holes open to bring themselves pleasure.

Permission granted, hand tugging him back, Suguru returns to her, nuzzling into her cunt so that his nose brushes her clit before he goes back to licking at her, almost suckling at where she’s leaking. When his tongue finally shoves inside, no warning, no hesitation, she whines, rocking forward and trying to take more and more. It’s not enough, not compared to fingers and cock, but it feels amazing all the same.

Head rocking, she presses back against her husband, gasping. ]

When - when can I come, Suguru?

Already needy for it, baby?

[ Suguru's smirk is wide, almost feral as he watches his wife writhe against his best friend's mouth, rocking into Satoru's face as much as she can manage, but Suguru knows how much she needs, how desperate she gets when she's so sensitive. ]

Two options. One: you can come as much and as often as you want. [ Now, his gaze drifts to Megumi, and the other woman freezes when those dark eyes settle on her. ]

But you have to tell Megumi every time you come.

[ He looks back down at his squirming wife, leaning in to nip once at her earlobe. ]

Or option number two: you have to wait until you're stretched on both our cocks.

Do you want to come your brains out and tell your sweet best friend every time like a desperate slut – or do you want to come like a good girl when we're using your holes?

[ The angle means it’s hard for her to see Suguru’s face, but she can picture the smirk as he speaks to her. It’s familiar to her, and she both loves and hates it - and she only hates it because it means the blissful torture of her body. It means good things for her, eventually, it just might take time to get there.

As soon as the offer comes, Yuji is shivering, biting her lip hard. She knows that Megumi wanted to be an observer more than anything else, and this might be pushing it, but the idea of waiting until both their cocks are inside of her feels utterly impossible, especially with the way that Satoru is devouring her pussy like it’s the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted.

She’s already a mess for him, and she wheezes out a soft noise as she shakes her head. ]

I don’t think I can wait that long, Suguru, it feels too good.

[ Satoru hums between her legs, leaning back and drawing his tongue back. His lips are bright red from her slick and the pressure of eating her out, and he ignores her pained moan as his head tilts into Suguru’s hand, gaze turning back to his wife. ]

Are you alright with Yuji telling you, baby, or do you want her to wait? You should decide quickly, I can feel her cunt twitching already, so she might not last!

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[ In the back of his mind, Suguru can’t help wondering if his suggestion was too far. He can get carried away sometimes, lost in the heat of the moment and the lewd thrills, but he’s pretty sure he hasn’t mistaken the way Megumi looks at Yuji.

Her eyes are locked on Satoru now instead, fixated on his mouth and the slick smeared there from her own best friend. Megumi unconsciously licks her lips, her grip adjusting on the cell phone, though she hasn’t lowered it for a second. ]

I wanna hear it. [ The words tumble out of her mouth, almost too quickly, and she resists the urge to sink back and hide behind her bangs. She clarifies, ]

I want her to tell me when you make her come.

[ Even if it’s her husband touching her best friend, eating out her best friend. That should bother her instead of being hot, right?

But it doesn’t.

The foxy curl in Suguru’s lips only twists with approval as he allows his grip in Satoru’s hair to adjust from snarled fingers to affectionate scritches against the other man’s scalp. ]

What a generous best friend, Yuji. She always makes sure you’re taken care of, doesn’t she?

[ Megumi was the one who introduced Yuji to both Satoru and Suguru, and Suguru isn’t sure he’d be married now if not for Megumi bringing along another blessing in the form of the sweethearted Yuji. Suguru catches Megumi’s eye again briefly and winks at her, enjoying the darkening blush from the raven-haired woman in response. ]

Yeah… Megumi has always been the best.

[ Yuji can’t help but watch her for a moment, letting her dark eyes focus entirely on her friend for a moment. She knows how special this is, sharing Megumi’s husband, having him between her legs and his mouth on her cunt, and she’s competitive. She’d imagined how it might be to share herself with Suguru and someone else, but finding someone else they both trust was impossible - other than Satoru, beautiful and willing, incredible as he touches her.

Leaning back, shifting against Satoru’s mouth in that slow, needy grind, chasing her orgasm, the need for it overwhelming. It’s intense, it’s too good, and she bites her lip hard as she pushes back against the other man. Having her husband’s arms around her, his mouth on her skin, the way he speaks to her… It’s just too, too good. It’s perfect, just like she’d imagined it would be.

Sinking into them both, Satoru’s tongue curling inside her and tasting her honey slick, Yuji jerks a little, huffing out little noises of pleasure. Suguru had said she could come, had said it was okay as long as…

Breathing out, she moans. ]

Megumi… Megumi, I’m going to come. [ Yuji’s back arches and she groans. ] ‘Gumi, Gojo-kun, I’m coming -!

[ Holding Yuji’s gaze is— surreal for Megumi. Not bad, not uncomfortable, but she’s never seen Yuji like this before. Flushed, lost in pleasure, and looking at Megumi now. Something pleasant and excited burns in her belly, and she can’t help pressing her fingers between her thighs, just to curb the throbbing ache building from denying herself this whole time.

The phone almost slips from her hands when Yuji calls out her name, then Gojo’s, but she keeps the camera trained on her best friend as climax strikes.

Suguru holds Yuji close as she bucks and writhes, his grip once again keeping Satoru in place as he purrs into Yuji’s ear. ]

Good girl… such a good girl, look at you coming from another man’s mouth~

[ He tugs pointedly at Satoru’s hair, his words quick to try and catch the orgasmic momentum to force Yuji into another. ]

Don’t stop. If you want to keep her coming, fuck her with your fingers and focus on her clit.

Suguru - more…?

[ Yuji’s voice is softly strained even as she knows that it’ll happen. Her husband has spent what feels like hours between her legs before, coaxing orgasm after orgasm out of her body, until she was weak and breathless with pleasure, barely able to think. She’d returned the favour, of course, slipped between his legs and choked on his cock, pressed her own searching fingers into him, slid down on him until he filled her completely.

Shes looking forward to that later - being utterly filled up. The only downside is not having something for her mouth, too.

Hips jerking back even as Satoru moves forward, Yuji’s whimpers fill the roll again. He’s listening to what he’s been told, fingers - two straight away, no hesitation - pressing into her and curling, thumb and tongue on her clit, bullying her into pleasure. Satoru even laughs as she moans, blinking back overwhelmed tears as her head leans into Suguru’s shoulder and she swallows.

It’s too good, it’s - ]

Megumi, I’m coming again!

[ Satoru groans against her cunt as she tightens around his fingers, so wet its audible even over the sound of Yuji echoing around the room. ]

[ Suguru can’t help how much he loves pushing Yuji like this – affectionately, patiently, mindful of her limits, but he’s learned that tears, especially from his sweet wife, aren’t always a sign of “too much” or “stop.” They have safewords for a reason, after all.

Suguru nuzzles at her pink hair, his hips grinding forward against the small of her back. ]

Good girl. I can hear how wet you are, baby; Satoru must be doing a such a good job, hmm?

[ And he seems content to give her a breather, tugging Satoru back by his hair to get a look at the lewd slick covering his mouth, his chin, smeared up his cheek…

That’s hot, too. Fuck. ]

Let her clean your fingers, Satoru. She should taste how you made her feel.

[ The relief is immediate and Yuji sinks back against her husband’s body easily, shivering from the aftershocks and face damp from her tears. It feels good, though, amazingly good, the heat of her pleasure still warming her even with Satoru being done, and she turns her head to smile at Suguru as he speaks.

She did a good job, that’s all she’s ever wanted to do.

Satoru moves back, shifting away from his friend’s touch and Yuji’s mouth is already open to welcome her prize, her gift, his fingers sliding into her mouth and her tongue wrapping around them. This is familiar too, and she hums in enjoyment as she tastes herself, sucking at Satoru’s fingers as he gazes at her. ]

She’s so desperate for it, Suguru… How do you resist fucking her pretty mouth all the time? It’s impossible.

[ His fingers push further, tearing, and Yuji just watches, swallowing around them gently as Gojo whistles. ]

[ Suguru watches with rapt attention as Satoru's long fingers slide past his wife's lips, his breathing catching as the sheer eroticism of it leaves him painfully hard in his sweats. He unconsciously drags Yuji back against the iron of his cock – not so much possessive or pulling her away from Satoru, but finally indulging himself in some satisfying pressure. He's not going to get carried away, of course; he just needs some outlet for how badly he itches to bury his dick inside his perfect girl.

(God, how embarrassing would it be to come in his joggers before they even get around to fucking his gorgeous wife? Unacceptable.)

The fingers that had been petting and grabbing at Satoru before lift to Yuji's hair now, brushing it away from her flushed face as Suguru leans in to kiss the damp crest of her cheekbone. ]

You're implying that I resist, Satoru. [ He chuckles with a husky, breathless edge as he nuzzles at Yuji. ]

This cute little slut is practically begging me to fuck her throat at the drop of a hat – and the only times I deny her are when it seems like more fun to make her desperate first.

[ Yuji nods, agreeing, because of course she does - she’s a slut for her husband’s cock all the time, constantly needing it filling her, inside her, stretching her out and leaving her in bliss. She knows how lucky she is, that both she and Suguru are so compatible, that their tastes match so perfectly, and it’s just another reason to be thankful for Megumi.

Keen to please, as ever, she rocks back against Suguru’s hard cock, moaning around Satoru’s fingers, pressing them as deep as she can take them as he watches. Her eyes, when they lift, are glued to his face, sticky lips and cheek, and she moans even louder at the sight of him; all does is make him smirk. ]

She’s just the kind of wife you always needed, hm? You were just as much of a slut in college, and now you’ve found yourself the prettiest girl to be your own personal whore.

[ Yuji moans again, nodding. She’s aware of it; she’s a whore for Suguru. She wants him all the time, constantly, even as she suckles on another man’s fingers. ]

I bet she can’t wait to be completely filled up.

[ The familiar timbre of Satoru's voice shouldn't make Suguru harder against Yuji's ass, but it does. Someone else might bristle about their best friend referring to their wife as a "whore," yet Suguru only finds it fitting that Satoru falls so easily into step with him to tease Yuji. They've always worked beautifully in tandem, and the bedroom is no exception to that rule of their friendship. ]

And I have your sweet wife to thank for practically delivering her into my lap.

[ Suguru's dark eyes glint with mischief as he peers over at Megumi and the camera. Thrills of amusement and arousal sing through him when he sees Satoru's own wife with her hand surreptitiously tucked under the waistband of her black leggings and presumably her panties. She's sitting forward on the chair, trying not to disrupt the phone's stability with the small circles she's rubbing insistently over her swollen clit, and Suguru thinks it's adorable.

Kissing the top of Yuji's head, Suguru looks back to his own best friend, smirking at him above where Yuji keeps suckling at Satoru's fingers. ]

Should we give her what she wants? She's been aching to be completely full, and I could use a little help with that. [ "A little help," like Suguru is asking Satoru for assistance moving a table, not fucking his wife's brains out. ]

[ Satoru is nodding eagerly already, excited at the prospect of sharing a woman with his best friend again. Those days back in college had been remarkable, they’d been good, and reliving them with someone they both care about is something special. It helps, of course, that he still has that deepen swell of affection for Suguru, wanting to see him lost in pleasure too.

Fingers slip out of Yuji’s mouth and Satoru shifts her, lifting her hips a little to slide her down and get her into a slightly better position. Even then, his fingers are questing lower, searching between her legs, avoiding her cunt completely to slide two fingers against her ass. It’s impossible not to groan then, as his head leans into her stomach. ]

Suguru… Did you prepare her for us, or is she just that excited?

[ Yuji is wet there too, fingers able to press into her ass without any resistance. ]

Fuck, she really is so needy.

You can see how desperate she gets – I figured we'd save a little time.

[ If Suguru had been thinking ahead properly, he probably would have added a plug to keep Yuji comfortably ready for more than just fingers in her ass, but that's a thought for next time. Suguru also wouldn't be surprised if his wife's excitement has just left her sticky and wet everywhere, because that's just the kind of eager slut she is.

And Suguru loves it.

Nuzzling at Yuji's temple, Suguru presses a few kisses against her face as he holds her for Satoru to touch and explore. With a smirk, he glances down at Satoru again. ]

I was going to let you have her pussy, but her ass is blissfully tight, if you'd rather trade places.

[ Save time and get Yuji worked up all at once. They talk about her as if she isn’t even there, an object for their pleasure, and it’s driving her insane, her body wiggling in her husband’s arms. She doesn’t much care which way it happens, she just wants to be fucked.

Satoru, on the other hand, definitely has a preference, pouting at his best friend. ]

Do you think I’d put all that work into her pussy and not try it? I’m going to give her just what she wants, Suguru, we don’t need to move.

[ His thumb sneaks and presses on her clit, and Yuji physically jerks with a sharp noise. ]

But maybe we can swap after. I think you’d enjoy that, too.

[ Fucking another man’s come into his wife. ]

[ Suguru's eyebrows rise with affected astonishment, but his smirk betrays the banter for what it is. ]

I was just trying to be a good host and ensure you had all the options, Satoru.

[ But oh, the idea of swapping...

Cock throbbing, Suguru licks his lips, turning his head to nip at Yuji's ear. ]

Would you like that, sweetheart? Do you want me to fuck Satoru's sloppy creampie back into your pussy when he's done with you?

Yes.

[ Her words are immediate, and Yuji shivers as Satoru keeps stroking over the skin of her thighs. She nuzzles into her husband, leans into him, rocking against both the men holding on to her before she breathes out a sharp, needy little sound. ]

Will you clean me up after? You can share it with me… I don’t mind. I’ll help clean you both.

[ She means it, too. Yuji will do anything he asks, anything to taste him, to be devoured and devour in return. ]

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