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[ 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. ]

[ Suguru has met (and even fucked) men who don't care for the taste of cum or the act of eating it out of their partners – but that has never been one of his own reservations. He discovered very early on how much he loves getting his mouth on a freshly-fucked hole, gender notwithstanding, and this is no exception. The idea of it now sends a full shudder down Suguru's spine, his own reaction and eagerness taking him momentarily by surprise. Whether it's the eroticism of involving his wife or Satoru, who knows. Suguru doesn't give a fuck, at this point.

He's about to offer an emphatic Yes, but from the bedside, a softer voice interrupts. ]

... Can I clean up?

[ Suguru blinks a few times, glancing over to where Megumi sits. The intensity is undeniable in her eyes, the heat and overpowering arousal, but she seems self-conscious again when the attention shifts.

She clarifies quickly, ]

Just Yuji. If that's okay.

[ Suguru briefly toys with the idea of how selfish he's feeling right now, but that thought flutters away as quickly as it appears; Megumi is being gracious enough to share her husband and record these activities without being directly involved. That's worth endless gratitude, no matter how hot the idea of eating two men's cum out of his wife might happen to be.

Suguru makes a mental note to ask Satoru later about Megumi's usual interests, to get a better sense of what boundaries to mind or what buttons he's allowed to push. But for now, with limited negotiating ahead of time, he's happy to rely on Satoru's expertise.

With a shrug, Suguru glances between his wife and his best friend. ]

Why not? I'm feeling generous, if Yuji doesn't mind.

[ Satoru perks up almost immediately when he hears his wife’s voice, turning his head to look at her. She’s so pretty, flushed and bright pink, charming as she loses herself to lust, and he can’t help the teasing lilt to his voice. How can he, when she just looks so cute? ]

Megumi-chan! Well done, for asking for what you want! How cute, wanting to clean your friend up for us… Don’t you think it’s cute, Yuji-chan? Megumi would take good care of you, she has such a lovely mouth.

[ Yuji’s eyes are caught, staring at her best friend, the sudden connection between them something electric and intense. She breathes out, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she shivers, licking her lips. She can’t even imagine how good it would feel, the way her mouth might feel suckling and licking come out of her cunt. It makes her moan softly, sinking into her husband. ]

I don’t mind. Megumi can do anything she wants with me, as long as Suguru is happy too - and Gojo-kun! I’d like to…

[ Glancing between the two men, shy all of a sudden, Yuji looks back over at her best friend.

Has she thought about Megumi sexually before? Not explicitly, but now she can’t get the image out of her head. Megumi’s sharp hair between her legs, soft mouth on hers, touching her warm skin… She whines softly, unable to help herself. ]

Maybe, one day… I can take care of Megumi, too.

[ Two cocks inside her and Megumi’s cunt on her lips… She can’t imagine anything better. ]

[ Satoru earns the most half-hearted glare from Megumi, token exasperation for her husband's... well, everything. (And yet, if she really didn't like it, she wouldn't be here now.) But when Megumi's eyes lock on Yuji's, it feels impossible to turn away. Megumi has never excelled at expressing herself or her feelings, and she most often deals with things by bottling them up to examine never, which is exactly what she'd done with her crush on her best friend. But... maybe she doesn't have to smother those feelings? Or maybe she's allowed to feel them? This has nothing to do with a dissatisfaction with her husband or her marriage, related purely to Megumi's affection for Yuji and the special place Yuji occupies in her heart.

But oh, Yuji is okay with it. And she wants to...

Oh.

Megumi's breathing stutters, her blush darkening as she nods. ]

Y-yeah. I'd... like that.

[ Suguru watches with an absent curiosity, unbothered by the fascinating way things are unfolding. It's bad form to rapidly change course in the middle of a scene, casual or otherwise, because one's ability to consent becomes more nebulous with the additional factors of being outrageously horny or feeling external pressure for compliance – so anything more intense? Probably requires hashing out some details. But this? Suguru is just fine with it. ]

I know I'd love to watch you with your head between her legs. [ Suguru smirks, glancing over at Satoru. ]

Take her for a minute, would you? I'm going to grab the lube. [ And once again, he's talking around Yuji, like she's just a fun toy to pass between them and not his wife. ]

Gotcha, Yuji-chan!

[ Yuji is pressed face first into Satoru’s body and she settles there, her arms wrapping around his chest and her face against his neck. She doesn’t feel at all embarrassed or shy about it, not when she considers where his mouth has been, and her mind is elsewhere anyway without the solid weight of her spouse behind her, keeping her steady.

She’s thinking about Megumi. Sharing her, kissing her, sliding between her legs and showing her what Yuji could do for her, maybe even licking into her when Satoru was done fucking her and showing her how good it can feel. Yuji has always known that Megumi had a special place in her heart, her first proper friend, someone she cares for deeply, but she hadn’t expected this.

She truly didn’t believe that Megumi would want her like that. Sharing Satoru felt like a big enough leap.

Nuzzling into Satoru’s body, she hums softly. ]

We can all talk about it later. You and me, Gojo-kun and Satoru… We’ll decide what we want to do. Then we can make sure we’re all happy.

[ Lifting her head, Yuji looks around for her husband. ]

Suguru? I love you!

[ In case he’d forgotten; Satoru laughs against her hair. ]

[ Rather than find himself jealous at the picture Yuji makes in the arms of Suguru's best friend, Suguru absently appreciates how adorable his wife is, practically glowing with her own irresistible sensuality. Satoru is as striking as he's always been, otherworldly and handsome, and Suguru thinks he looks just as good holding Yuji.

Hm. Interesting.

But Suguru doesn't dawdle in fetching the nearby supplies from the nightstand, ducking briefly into their attached bathroom to grab some wipes for easy clean-up. (Swapping is hot, bacterial infections are not.)

Yuji's words follow after him, and he just chuckles to himself, smile warm and affectionate as he calls back, ]

I love you, too.

[ When Suguru returns, he can feel Megumi's gaze as he shoves down his sweats, kicking away his pants. Naked, Suguru crawls onto the bed with the lube, wet wipes, and a couple of towels, and he leaves them within reach as he moves close to the pair still snuggled together.

He shuffles in close, long limbs momentarily tangling with Satoru's as he sandwiches his wife between their chests. Kissing her shoulder, Suguru slides an arm around her waist. ]

How are you feeling, sweetheart?

[ A quick check-in before they lose themselves again or push farther. ]

[ The call back and reminder of love has Yuji brightening, warmth spreading though her body as she watches her husband move around the room. He’s as striking as ever, beautiful and sculpted from marble, and she knows she’s not the only one looking. Satoru has tilted his head against her chest so that he can watch his best friend too, and it makes Yuji grin.

She’s not jealous, not anymore, not here. Once she’d envied what Satoru and Suguru had, once she’d been worried about losing her husband to someone he clearly cared for deeply, but she’s secure now. Suguru loves her, worships the ground she walks in, takes such good care of her - his affection for Satoru is different and she can’t fault him for it. They’re meant to be in each others’ lives.

His warm weight settles back behind her, his arm around her waist and his cock against her skin, and Yuji hums, tilting back to nuzzle at him immediately.

Suguru is perfect, and they love each other. That’s all she needs to be reminded of. ]

I’m feeling good.

[ She tilts her head up, lips pouting. ]

But no one has kissed me for a long time.

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