[ Yuji's hands are different than Satoru's on Megumi's hips, but the dark-haired woman's pulse still leaps into overdrive as those strong palms fit her gentle curves. She shivers with the kiss to her thigh, so sweet, so reassuring, and Megumi nods as she takes a few slow breaths. ]
Yeah. I'm good.
[ She's comfortable, she's ready...
Reaching out to brace one hand on the headboard, Megumi lowers until she can directly feel Yuji's breath against the most intimate, sensitive parts of her body. She doesn't drop her weight or push herself directly against Yuji's mouth, but all Yuji will need to do is tip her chin up and taste. ]
[ Having Yuji on top of her again makes Yuji tingle, her skin alight with it, and her fingers brush over the soft skin of her friend's body as she draws her down closer. Tilting her head, she presses closer, and as soon as Megumi is in place she is tilting to press a kiss right against her clit. ]
I'll take care of you.
[ And then she is going to town, sliding her tongue against Megumi, moaning at the taste of her. ]
[ That sweet little kiss just makes Megumi shiver, and it in no way prepares her for how enthusiastic and thorough Yuji is as she drags Megumi's pussy to her mouth to go wild. It startles a louder, cut-off cry out of Megumi, her fingers instantly tightening in Yuji's hair as she helplessly grinds into the diligent work of Yuji's tongue. ]
H-holy shit, Yuji, that's— oh, god, don't stop.
[ Megumi rocks her weight forward on her knees, chasing the undeniable heat of arousal singing through her nervous system. And she thought Yuji was good before, but this position is sure as hell a lot better to give Yuji access to Megumi's cunt, her nose occasionally knocking just right against Megumi's clit as the dark-haired woman wriggles against her best friend's mouth.
She's already forgotten about their husbands in the other room. ]
[ If there's one thing that Yuji loves, it's using her mouth to bring someone else pleasure. She adores being on her knees and feeling the slow pressure of Suguru's cock pressing into her mouth, into her throat, and being able to do this for Megumi is just as heady a feeling.
She might not have spent a lot of time between another woman's legs, but Suguru has spent enough time between hers to give her a good idea of what to do.
Continuing, tongue moving, her finger slips between Megumi's legs to tease, sliding into her even as her friend rocks over her mouth and uses her as a toy, something to be abused for her pleasure alone. ]
[ Megumi whines at the first tease of Yuji’s fingers, her own slick smeared with Yuji’s saliva as she continues the steady rocking back and forth against that diligent tongue. ]
Inside me, inside me—
[ Her grip snarls harder in Yuji’s hair, tighter than she might intentionally pull, driven by the urge to chase the pleasure Yuji is offering her. Her hips roll down against Yuji’s hand and her mouth, head falling forward as she leans into the headboard for leverage. She can’t take her eyes off of Yuji, even if there isn’t much to see but the top of her friend’s face and the mussed pink sticking out from between Megumi’s fist, but she’s captivated. It’s not like Satoru, but that’s almost… better? It’s not a replacement of her husband or his abilities, but something completely different. ]
[ There's no hesitation, no pause, no reason for Yuji not to give in to her friend immediately, so she does as she's asked. Two fingers press into Megumi immediately, curling in as her mouth moves up, leaning up to press her tongue flat against her clit.
What she wants is for Megumi to fall apart, to come and cover her face with her pleasure, so that she's in the perfect position to be fucked. Yuji wants her to be sore and sensitive before she even gets her cock inside of her, and the thought of that makes her moan, pressing all the harder against her friend's pussy, desperate for more of her. ]
[ Wet, hot muscle instantly clutches at Yuji's fingers, Megumi's pussy fluttering with pleasure and the tantalizing curl that offers blissfully mind-numbing stimulation from both sides of her clit. A chest-deep groan rumbles out of her as her thighs quake, as she tries to grind forward instead of bucking and bouncing like she might on a cock. Right there, right there...
The orgasm catches Megumi by surprise when it strikes, lightning sparking through the gale of sensation and forcing a startled cry from her again as her rhythm stutters into short juts with the pressure of Yuji's fingers and tongue. ]
Yu-Yuji...!
[ Her whimper hitches on her friend's name, her body warring between shoving into the heat of Yuji's mouth or leaning away from the attention bordering on overstimulation. ]
[ The rush of Megumi's orgasm is heady, and Yuji can feel herself getting addicted to the feeling already; the way she means in for more, the twitch of her thighs, the mess of wanting to sink into the pleasure of it while at the same time rush away. That's familiar to her, she knows it from her own experience, so she drags it out for a little longer, almost suckling at her friend before she leans back with a pleased noise.
Careful hands move Megumi to settle against her, sitting on her hips instead of her face, as she strokes gently along her waist. ]
You were so good, Megumi. You tasted amazing, I could do that for hours.
[ Megumi squirms with the continued suckling until Yuji finally stops, but she's easy to rearrange onto Yuji's hips, leaving her more level with her best friend instead of smothered between her thighs. Bending at the waist to lean over Yuji, Megumi isn't shy about finding the other woman's mouth and kissing her soundly, licking past her teeth and chasing the remnants of her own cunt. Tasting herself on Yuji is— heady. Delicious.
Kiss lingering, Megumi finally flops against Yuji's chest when it breaks.
Panting, a little dazed, Megumi nuzzles into her best friend, any lingering shyness abandoned. ]
If you do it for hours, you'll actually drive me crazy.
[ Arms wrapping around Megumi, Yuji holds her tenderly against her chest, curling into her and stroking fingers through her hair - not the ones that were just in her cunt, at least, those are resting on her hip and squeezing with gentle affection.
It makes her happy, to see Megumi so content, so at peace, so well pleasured. It's going to make giving her the cock later so much good. ]
Isn't that a good thing? [ Yuji laughs. ] I want you to be cum drunk, Megumi. It feels amazing.
[ Megumi hesitates, nudging her nose against Yuji's jaw to let her bangs fall into her eyes and obscure them. ]
I don't know if I can get like that. [ She saw how freely Yuji threw herself into everything with Geto and Gojo, how she fell apart so beautifully and naturally, and Megumi doesn't know if she's capable of the same. She spends too much time in her head, too preoccupied with her thoughts and the hypervigilance of feeling self-conscious.
It took her long enough to figure out how to relax in the moment and focus on the sensations in her body to let herself come at all. She used to be so tense, so focused on maintaining complete control of herself at all times, but it's only after learning to be comfortable with her husband that she's come to enjoy sex more generally.
That feels like too much to ever admit to Yuji, but she also doesn't want to accidentally disappoint her best friend by making her think it's something that Yuji is or isn't doing. ]
There are different levels of it. Not everyone is as, uh... Intense as I am.
[ Yuji turns her head, kissing her face gently, her jaw. ]
It's not like it's something that has to happen. It would be nice for you to be completely relaxed like that, but as long as you're having fun and enjoying yourself, then whoever is with you should be happy.
[ Surely Gojo-kun thinks the same? If he loves Megumi as much as Suguru loves her... ]
I like being completely overwhelmed like that, being sensitive and desperate. Suguru does too, because he likes to bully me, sometimes. But you don't have to, and you can tell me to stop if you hate something, right?
[ Megumi nods as Yuji speaks, comforted by that reassurance. She knows Yuji wouldn't expect things of her, logically, but the recesses of Megumi's mind make it harder to accept that reality sometimes. ]
Right.
[ If she wants to stop, they stop.
Megumi nuzzles into Yuji's jaw again, nosing affectionately under her ear like a puppy trying to get closer. ]
You look amazing when you get overwhelmed... [ Megumi just struggles to apply the same idea to herself. ]
I like it, how it feels. It’s fun, to me, when my brain goes all quiet and all I can feel is how amazing Suguru is making me feel… It’s pretty cool, but I bet it can be scary too.
[ Leaning in, she kisses Megumi gently, all tenderness and warmth as her fingers stroke through her hair. She might not necessarily be in love with her best friend, but she does love her. ]
[ Yuji had a lot of sadness and hurt inside of her, but Suguru - and Megumi - made it better. Lifting her head, she leans into the kiss, nuzzling into her friend, content and happy.
She's so happy right now. Burningly happy. ]
Are you ready for more, or do you want to kiss for a bit longer?
[ Megumi can at least empathize with that: it's hard, but... Satoru helps. Her husband has always been surprisingly patient with her, only pushing in ways that she wants to be pushed or can actually handle. She thinks Yuji might accomplish the same, too.
She nods, but she makes no immediate move to get off of Yuji. ]
I'm ready. [ Even if Megumi really wants to just lie here, kissing Yuji for ages. ]
[ Yuji was a shy creature before her wedding, not sure how to behave in the bedroom and learning what she likes and what she enjoys - Suguru had taught her that, brought her out of her shell and given her that happiness that she had lacked in her life.
He made her better, and he let her have fun, and that makes her so, so happy.
Leaning in, she kisses Megumi again before she wiggles out from under her friend, crawling down the bed to grab her strap. ]
[ Megumi watches Yuji go with a soft, fond smile that she doesn't even realize is on her face. She settles on her back, flopping into the pillows of Yuji's guest bed and spreading her legs, leaving plenty of space for Yuji to crawl between them. ]
Do you wear these things a lot?
[ Megumi can't help being curious, a little surprised to consider that Yuji might be fucking Suguru with all these toys, rather than simply having them used on her. ]
[ Megumi isn't sure what she would consider "a lot," either, but maybe it just seems notable when Megumi usually only encounters strap-ons in lesbian porn. ... Maybe she should look into pegging content a little more.
But none of that matters much right now, because Yuji looks really hot wearing the strap, and it leaves Megumi momentarily breathless. ]
It's hot on you. [ "You look hot with a dick" just feels too weird to say, but it's close enough.
Megumi reaches for Yuji now, wanting to coax her closer, to feel soft skin pressed against her own again. Yuji is strong, Megumi knows, but there's also a delicate angle to her body that Satoru simply doesn't have – and Megumi just wants to touch Yuji all over to keep feeling more. ]
[ One upon a time, Yuji had been shy about this, too, wary about why Suguru wanted her to fuck him, as if she was some kind of stand in or proxy, but she understands him better now. He enjoys sex in so many different ways and so did she; that’s why they worked together on that level as well. They were a matching pair.
Leaning into Megumi immediately, Yuji steals another little kiss, butterfly pecks against her mouth as she slips her fingers down to nudge her legs open, to get her ready. She wants to fuck her best friend so bad it feels as if she’ll die if she doesn’t. ]
You look pretty, stretched and ready for me.
[ Another kiss then, as she rocks the toy against Megumi, teasing. ]
[ Megumi's hands immediately return to Yuji, running up her sides, glancing under her breasts as the other woman leans over her. She tilts her hips up, shuddering as the toy glances over the swollen mess Yuji made of Megumi with her mouth already. Megumi is sensitive, wet and ready for Yuji.
She's not blushing because Yuji called her pretty... except she is. She doesn't care about people's opinions on her looks, doesn't care about compliments or flattery usually, but when Yuji says it, Megumi believes her. And it makes her feel a warm affection that she generally only gets from Satoru, but... this makes her feel loved and seen, too.
She curls one leg beneath the strap of Yuji's harness, tugging her closer and hitching up to let the head of Yuji's toy slip inside her. Shivering, Megumi looks up at Yuji from beneath her bangs. ]
[ There are a lot of things that Yuji wants to do with Megumi, wants to do with her and for her, to offer her, and it all gets tangled up in her mind. She's not sure where to start, with the urge to worship her friend from head to toe overtaking her for a moment. She has to put it aside, because there's something more important to focus on.
It's Megumi's pleasure. It's Megumi's moment, and Yuji wants to make sure she feels a good as she possibly can.
Lips trail along her body, chasing up to her face, to her mouth, slotting their mouths together as she leans into the kiss and drags it out. Megumi curls around her, and then Yuji is smiling against her mouth, warm and fond and filled with adoration. ]
Anything.
[ And then, slowly, she's pressing her cock into Megumi gently. ]
[ The toy isn't especially large, doesn't stretch Megumi too much. She's so lost in kissing Yuji that all she wants to do is pull Yuji deeper; she doesn't even think about how tight she might be, anxiety and concerns banished to only caring about how it feels that it's Yuji, her best friend, fucking her now.
Megumi breathes a moan between their lips, gasping Yuji's name as she winds herself tighter around Yuji, dragging her friend flush with her own body. She tangles fingers in Yuji's long hair, her knees squeezing around Yuji's waist. ]
Yuji...
[ She cants her hips forward, fucking herself against Yuji's strap with short grinds. ]
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Yeah. I'm good.
[ She's comfortable, she's ready...
Reaching out to brace one hand on the headboard, Megumi lowers until she can directly feel Yuji's breath against the most intimate, sensitive parts of her body. She doesn't drop her weight or push herself directly against Yuji's mouth, but all Yuji will need to do is tip her chin up and taste. ]
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I'll take care of you.
[ And then she is going to town, sliding her tongue against Megumi, moaning at the taste of her. ]
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H-holy shit, Yuji, that's— oh, god, don't stop.
[ Megumi rocks her weight forward on her knees, chasing the undeniable heat of arousal singing through her nervous system. And she thought Yuji was good before, but this position is sure as hell a lot better to give Yuji access to Megumi's cunt, her nose occasionally knocking just right against Megumi's clit as the dark-haired woman wriggles against her best friend's mouth.
She's already forgotten about their husbands in the other room. ]
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She might not have spent a lot of time between another woman's legs, but Suguru has spent enough time between hers to give her a good idea of what to do.
Continuing, tongue moving, her finger slips between Megumi's legs to tease, sliding into her even as her friend rocks over her mouth and uses her as a toy, something to be abused for her pleasure alone. ]
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Inside me, inside me—
[ Her grip snarls harder in Yuji’s hair, tighter than she might intentionally pull, driven by the urge to chase the pleasure Yuji is offering her. Her hips roll down against Yuji’s hand and her mouth, head falling forward as she leans into the headboard for leverage. She can’t take her eyes off of Yuji, even if there isn’t much to see but the top of her friend’s face and the mussed pink sticking out from between Megumi’s fist, but she’s captivated. It’s not like Satoru, but that’s almost… better? It’s not a replacement of her husband or his abilities, but something completely different. ]
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What she wants is for Megumi to fall apart, to come and cover her face with her pleasure, so that she's in the perfect position to be fucked. Yuji wants her to be sore and sensitive before she even gets her cock inside of her, and the thought of that makes her moan, pressing all the harder against her friend's pussy, desperate for more of her. ]
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The orgasm catches Megumi by surprise when it strikes, lightning sparking through the gale of sensation and forcing a startled cry from her again as her rhythm stutters into short juts with the pressure of Yuji's fingers and tongue. ]
Yu-Yuji...!
[ Her whimper hitches on her friend's name, her body warring between shoving into the heat of Yuji's mouth or leaning away from the attention bordering on overstimulation. ]
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Careful hands move Megumi to settle against her, sitting on her hips instead of her face, as she strokes gently along her waist. ]
You were so good, Megumi. You tasted amazing, I could do that for hours.
[ And she would, too. Happily. ]
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Kiss lingering, Megumi finally flops against Yuji's chest when it breaks.
Panting, a little dazed, Megumi nuzzles into her best friend, any lingering shyness abandoned. ]
If you do it for hours, you'll actually drive me crazy.
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It makes her happy, to see Megumi so content, so at peace, so well pleasured. It's going to make giving her the cock later so much good. ]
Isn't that a good thing? [ Yuji laughs. ] I want you to be cum drunk, Megumi. It feels amazing.
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I don't know if I can get like that. [ She saw how freely Yuji threw herself into everything with Geto and Gojo, how she fell apart so beautifully and naturally, and Megumi doesn't know if she's capable of the same. She spends too much time in her head, too preoccupied with her thoughts and the hypervigilance of feeling self-conscious.
It took her long enough to figure out how to relax in the moment and focus on the sensations in her body to let herself come at all. She used to be so tense, so focused on maintaining complete control of herself at all times, but it's only after learning to be comfortable with her husband that she's come to enjoy sex more generally.
That feels like too much to ever admit to Yuji, but she also doesn't want to accidentally disappoint her best friend by making her think it's something that Yuji is or isn't doing. ]
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[ Yuji turns her head, kissing her face gently, her jaw. ]
It's not like it's something that has to happen. It would be nice for you to be completely relaxed like that, but as long as you're having fun and enjoying yourself, then whoever is with you should be happy.
[ Surely Gojo-kun thinks the same? If he loves Megumi as much as Suguru loves her... ]
I like being completely overwhelmed like that, being sensitive and desperate. Suguru does too, because he likes to bully me, sometimes. But you don't have to, and you can tell me to stop if you hate something, right?
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Right.
[ If she wants to stop, they stop.
Megumi nuzzles into Yuji's jaw again, nosing affectionately under her ear like a puppy trying to get closer. ]
You look amazing when you get overwhelmed... [ Megumi just struggles to apply the same idea to herself. ]
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[ Leaning in, she kisses Megumi gently, all tenderness and warmth as her fingers stroke through her hair. She might not necessarily be in love with her best friend, but she does love her. ]
It’s cool getting to make you come for me, too.
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[ It's her biggest downfall, getting out of her own head. She's gotten better at it with Satoru, but being close to Yuji helps too.
She kisses Yuji back, reaching up to fit her palm against Yuji's jaw, cradling her close like she's something precious – because Yuji is, to Megumi. ]
You're really good at making me come, though...
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[ Yuji had a lot of sadness and hurt inside of her, but Suguru - and Megumi - made it better. Lifting her head, she leans into the kiss, nuzzling into her friend, content and happy.
She's so happy right now. Burningly happy. ]
Are you ready for more, or do you want to kiss for a bit longer?
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She nods, but she makes no immediate move to get off of Yuji. ]
I'm ready. [ Even if Megumi really wants to just lie here, kissing Yuji for ages. ]
... Can we kiss after, too?
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He made her better, and he let her have fun, and that makes her so, so happy.
Leaning in, she kisses Megumi again before she wiggles out from under her friend, crawling down the bed to grab her strap. ]
We can kiss as much as you want to. Promise.
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Do you wear these things a lot?
[ Megumi can't help being curious, a little surprised to consider that Yuji might be fucking Suguru with all these toys, rather than simply having them used on her. ]
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[ Yuji perks her head up as she straps herself into her harness, her eyes widening for a moment before she laughs softly. ]
I don't know what you would count as 'a lot'... But it's enough that we have a few to use.
[ She makes her way back to Megumi's side, fingers stroking over her thigh. ]
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But none of that matters much right now, because Yuji looks really hot wearing the strap, and it leaves Megumi momentarily breathless. ]
It's hot on you. [ "You look hot with a dick" just feels too weird to say, but it's close enough.
Megumi reaches for Yuji now, wanting to coax her closer, to feel soft skin pressed against her own again. Yuji is strong, Megumi knows, but there's also a delicate angle to her body that Satoru simply doesn't have – and Megumi just wants to touch Yuji all over to keep feeling more. ]
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Leaning into Megumi immediately, Yuji steals another little kiss, butterfly pecks against her mouth as she slips her fingers down to nudge her legs open, to get her ready. She wants to fuck her best friend so bad it feels as if she’ll die if she doesn’t. ]
You look pretty, stretched and ready for me.
[ Another kiss then, as she rocks the toy against Megumi, teasing. ]
Are you ready?
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She's not blushing because Yuji called her pretty... except she is. She doesn't care about people's opinions on her looks, doesn't care about compliments or flattery usually, but when Yuji says it, Megumi believes her. And it makes her feel a warm affection that she generally only gets from Satoru, but... this makes her feel loved and seen, too.
She curls one leg beneath the strap of Yuji's harness, tugging her closer and hitching up to let the head of Yuji's toy slip inside her. Shivering, Megumi looks up at Yuji from beneath her bangs. ]
... Fuck me, Yuji.
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It's Megumi's pleasure. It's Megumi's moment, and Yuji wants to make sure she feels a good as she possibly can.
Lips trail along her body, chasing up to her face, to her mouth, slotting their mouths together as she leans into the kiss and drags it out. Megumi curls around her, and then Yuji is smiling against her mouth, warm and fond and filled with adoration. ]
Anything.
[ And then, slowly, she's pressing her cock into Megumi gently. ]
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Megumi breathes a moan between their lips, gasping Yuji's name as she winds herself tighter around Yuji, dragging her friend flush with her own body. She tangles fingers in Yuji's long hair, her knees squeezing around Yuji's waist. ]
Yuji...
[ She cants her hips forward, fucking herself against Yuji's strap with short grinds. ]
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