[ 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. ]
[ It's not her biggest toy, and it slides into Megumi so wonderfully, so perfectly, and when Yuji hears her friend moan all she can do is shiver with it, her heart thudding in her chest. Legs wrap around her, arms wrap around her, and Yuji feels herself moaning aloud, desperately and needy, wishing for more and more and more of it and not being able to ask.
Instead, she adjusts the movement of her body, shifting so that she can slide deeper into Megumi, begin to fuck her properly.
Kissing Megumi again, she muffles a moan against her lips, beginning to fuck her a little harder. ]
[ Megumi can't get enough of touching Yuji, can't get enough of memorizing every curve and inch of her best friend as Yuji fills Megumi in such an intimate way. Her husband is the only other person who's had this piece of her, this kind of connection with Megumi, and she almost can't believe that Yuji is the one tangled with her now. ]
Yuji— you feel— fuck, you feel amazing...
[ She can't get enough.
She keeps holding herself close to enjoy the longer strokes of Yuji's hips with her legs locked around her best friend, but her hands drift down, exploring Yuji's shoulders, her arms. Only shy for the briefest of seconds before she fills her hands with Yuji's tits, squeezing down in clear delight with the parts of Yuji's body that are the most different from her husband. She loved getting the chance to explore Yuji when they were all playing before, but Megumi didn't get enough of Yuji, her gorgeous curves and tantalizing muscles. ]
[ The hands on her tits are immediately distracting, and Yuji breathes out a sharp noise as Megumi enjoys herself. This isn’t completely new to her, not when Suguru loves her breasts as much as he does, but Megumi’s hands are smaller, softer, and it has her shivering.
It feels good. Yuji can’t feel her cock in Megumi like a boy might be able to, but there’s a grind against her own clit, a burn inside of her, and when Megumi moans… She feels powerful. She feels so, so good. ]
I’ll take care of you. Promise.
[ She means it, too, focussing her efforts on fucking her friend just right. ]
[ Megumi doesn't doubt Yuji for a second. Her best friend makes such heartfelt promises, and Megumi knows that Yuji always tries to keep them.
Megumi was sensitive to start, but Yuji is fucking her at the perfect angle, beautifully deep, hitting all the right spots that make Megumi's world spin. Her knees grip Yuji tighter, tension trembling up Megumi's thighs as Yuji thrusts at just the right pace. Panting, breath shuddering out of Megumi as she grips and squeezes Yuji's tits, she can feel another orgasm burning in her belly, flickering higher with every smack of Yuji's hips against her own. ]
F-faster, Yuji... [ Faster, a little harder, becasue she's getting so close now. ]
[ Yuji is on it, immediately, exactly what Megumi wants, shifting her weight and pushing into her friend. She's familiar with how to use her toy to make someone feel good, but it's different to grind the plastic toy into a pussy instead of a tight, desperately needy ass with a prostate she can hit. She knows what feels good for herself, though, and her cheeks are flushed and warm, her eyes wide and bright as she watches her friend enjoy herself.
Megumi is beautiful, she's so beautiful, and all she can do is lick her lips and try to focus on, to try and make sure that her friend comes around her cock in the prettiest ways. ]
[ Megumi shouldn't be surprised by how naturally Yuji falls into fucking her just right, how the pace and rhythm work Megumi closer and closer to falling apart on Yuji's strap. It's different than feeling a flesh-and-blood dick, and yet, it's still intimate to have Yuji inside her. It still feels intimate when Megumi falls apart on Yuji's toy and comes gasping her best friend's name, a cry sharp enough that there's no doubt the sound carries out of the bedroom.
Megumi doesn't give a single fuck.
Her grip on Yuji's tits is abandoned to wrap both arms around Yuji's neck, dragging her best friend down against her as she pants for breath, trying to recenter. She clings to Yuji, nuzzling against her and mumbling snippets of praise and affection and refusing to let Yuji pull away.
[ The soft praise that Megumi is giving her is enough to have Yuji shivering, burning under her touch and the soft, mumbled snippets. She loves being told she has done well, she loves knowing she did a good job, the slightest hint of praise enough to get her aroused and wet, so hearing it over and over from Megumi... It makes her bite her lip, hard, before she leans in to kiss Megumi hard.
Outside, her husband is probably hearing her cry out, hearing her making Megumi whimper and hiss for her, and it makes her feel all the more deliriously aroused, all the more needy for it. If Suguru was allowed to come in here she'd beg him to fuck her, ass or pussy, she doesn't even care, to fill her up as she fucked Megumi.
She wouldn't even care if it was Gojo-kun instead. She's just needy, desperate.
Breathless, she kisses Megumi again, sucking at her mouth, groaning as she keeps rocking into her. ]
[ Megumi shudders under Yuji as those lips crash into hers, Yuji's hips still rocking and grinding against Megumi with a desperation that Megumi can feel built in her best friend. She wants an outlet for Yuji, wants to see her just as satisfied and sated.
Despite her orgasm and the leveling-out of the waves of pleasure, Megumi doesn't disengage, doesn't try to unwind from Yuji. She nips back at Yuji's mouth, keeps murmuring that praise and approval until she shoves her weight sideways, dragging Yuji with her to flip her best friend onto her back, Megumi sitting over her once more.
Breathless, hair messy and wild, Megumi leans down to keep kissing Yuji, her hips grinding against Yuji's strap. Less so to get off now, and far more to seek some of the toy's friction against Yuji's clit. ]
[ It feels good, watching Megumi come, hearing the sounds she makes and knowing she was the one to do it. Her own pleasure feels almost secondary to it, and Yuji would be content to leave it aside if it wasn’t for the way that her friend began to rock back against her, grinding the plastic toy back into her own clit and making her moan.
Fuck, it felt good.
Slowly, she rocks forward to chase the feeling, the way her skin burns with hot flushes of pleasure and the leaping of her heart, whimpering her best friend’s name in the midst of it all. She steals another kiss, slow and deep, giving Megumi all she can even as she shivers with the heat rolling through her. ]
Megumi… Megumi, you’re gonna make me come… Please don’t stop. Please.
[ Megumi had been trying to decide how she wanted to make Yuji come, but this is almost better than the options Megumi weighed. (She hopes she’ll get the chance to taste Yuji again, to make her fall apart in other ways in the future.) Grinding, hips gyrating in practiced circles that always seem to drive Satoru crazy too, Megumi keeps kissing Yuji, ducked close and propped above her best friend with the strap still snugly inside her. ]
Won’t stop, Yuji… you were so good, made me feel so good—
[ Megumi’s teeth catch Yuji’s lip a little harder, her fingers tangling tight in Yuji’s hair as she moves with Yuji’s rhythm, trying to mimic the way her friend is so clearly chasing her pleasure. Megumi doesn’t want to let up, doesn’t want to back away from the ledge of Yuji’s orgasm when the other woman was so close. ]
[ It’s probably not a surprise that it’s the praise that’s her undoing, the whispered words making Yuji cry out in absolute pleasure as the toy grinds into her and gives her the stimulation she needs. Twin that with Megumi’s mouth over her own, kissing her so sweetly and claiming her mouth… It’s impossible to resist. How is she meant to hold back?
Her entire body shakes as she explodes with her orgasm, her back arching and her moaning coming out in pitched little gasps. It feels good, it feels so good, and it burns inside of her with a passion. All Yuji can do is reach out for her friend, grabbing at her and holding her close, breathing hard through the aftershocks.
[ Megumi eagerly curls around Yuji in return, still grinding through the jolts of Yuji's hips, practically basking in the amazing noises her best friend is capable of making. Smiling softly, Megumi kisses her over and over, then trails her lips down Yuji's jaw, over her neck, just to lavish her with affection. ]
You're so gorgeous, Yuji... so amazing, you're so amazing...
[ Just the quiet murmurs, the softest praise as she lifts herself enough to slide off of the toy, reaching with one hand to nudge it down, away from Yuji's hips so they can flop together onto the bed and wind around each other properly. ]
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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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Instead, she adjusts the movement of her body, shifting so that she can slide deeper into Megumi, begin to fuck her properly.
Kissing Megumi again, she muffles a moan against her lips, beginning to fuck her a little harder. ]
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Yuji— you feel— fuck, you feel amazing...
[ She can't get enough.
She keeps holding herself close to enjoy the longer strokes of Yuji's hips with her legs locked around her best friend, but her hands drift down, exploring Yuji's shoulders, her arms. Only shy for the briefest of seconds before she fills her hands with Yuji's tits, squeezing down in clear delight with the parts of Yuji's body that are the most different from her husband. She loved getting the chance to explore Yuji when they were all playing before, but Megumi didn't get enough of Yuji, her gorgeous curves and tantalizing muscles. ]
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It feels good. Yuji can’t feel her cock in Megumi like a boy might be able to, but there’s a grind against her own clit, a burn inside of her, and when Megumi moans… She feels powerful. She feels so, so good. ]
I’ll take care of you. Promise.
[ She means it, too, focussing her efforts on fucking her friend just right. ]
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Megumi was sensitive to start, but Yuji is fucking her at the perfect angle, beautifully deep, hitting all the right spots that make Megumi's world spin. Her knees grip Yuji tighter, tension trembling up Megumi's thighs as Yuji thrusts at just the right pace. Panting, breath shuddering out of Megumi as she grips and squeezes Yuji's tits, she can feel another orgasm burning in her belly, flickering higher with every smack of Yuji's hips against her own. ]
F-faster, Yuji... [ Faster, a little harder, becasue she's getting so close now. ]
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Megumi is beautiful, she's so beautiful, and all she can do is lick her lips and try to focus on, to try and make sure that her friend comes around her cock in the prettiest ways. ]
Yeah, yeah. You got it, 'gumi.
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Megumi doesn't give a single fuck.
Her grip on Yuji's tits is abandoned to wrap both arms around Yuji's neck, dragging her best friend down against her as she pants for breath, trying to recenter. She clings to Yuji, nuzzling against her and mumbling snippets of praise and affection and refusing to let Yuji pull away.
Post-orgasm koala clinging. ]
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Outside, her husband is probably hearing her cry out, hearing her making Megumi whimper and hiss for her, and it makes her feel all the more deliriously aroused, all the more needy for it. If Suguru was allowed to come in here she'd beg him to fuck her, ass or pussy, she doesn't even care, to fill her up as she fucked Megumi.
She wouldn't even care if it was Gojo-kun instead. She's just needy, desperate.
Breathless, she kisses Megumi again, sucking at her mouth, groaning as she keeps rocking into her. ]
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Despite her orgasm and the leveling-out of the waves of pleasure, Megumi doesn't disengage, doesn't try to unwind from Yuji. She nips back at Yuji's mouth, keeps murmuring that praise and approval until she shoves her weight sideways, dragging Yuji with her to flip her best friend onto her back, Megumi sitting over her once more.
Breathless, hair messy and wild, Megumi leans down to keep kissing Yuji, her hips grinding against Yuji's strap. Less so to get off now, and far more to seek some of the toy's friction against Yuji's clit. ]
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Fuck, it felt good.
Slowly, she rocks forward to chase the feeling, the way her skin burns with hot flushes of pleasure and the leaping of her heart, whimpering her best friend’s name in the midst of it all. She steals another kiss, slow and deep, giving Megumi all she can even as she shivers with the heat rolling through her. ]
Megumi… Megumi, you’re gonna make me come… Please don’t stop. Please.
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Won’t stop, Yuji… you were so good, made me feel so good—
[ Megumi’s teeth catch Yuji’s lip a little harder, her fingers tangling tight in Yuji’s hair as she moves with Yuji’s rhythm, trying to mimic the way her friend is so clearly chasing her pleasure. Megumi doesn’t want to let up, doesn’t want to back away from the ledge of Yuji’s orgasm when the other woman was so close. ]
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Her entire body shakes as she explodes with her orgasm, her back arching and her moaning coming out in pitched little gasps. It feels good, it feels so good, and it burns inside of her with a passion. All Yuji can do is reach out for her friend, grabbing at her and holding her close, breathing hard through the aftershocks.
It’s perfect. ]
Megumi… Megumi…
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You're so gorgeous, Yuji... so amazing, you're so amazing...
[ Just the quiet murmurs, the softest praise as she lifts herself enough to slide off of the toy, reaching with one hand to nudge it down, away from Yuji's hips so they can flop together onto the bed and wind around each other properly. ]
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