[ Yuji shifts, wiggling against her friend, chasing the squeeze against her tits and the way her nails drag over her. It's distracting, distracting enough that she has to try and force herself to focus, to try and drag her brain away from the too hot feeling of being touched and claimed by the person who is closest to her other than her husband. Suguru is the perfect man for her, the most perfect creature she could ever imagine wanting her, and she's not sure anyone would ever compare, but Megumi...
There's something about sharing herself with her best friend that hits a little different to the warmth of her husband.
Groaning, arching her back and pushing her tits into her friend's mouth, she squeezes her cunt around nothing, feeling painfully empty and wanton. Yuji never minds feeling like a slut or a whore when it comes to the people she loves, and she falls into it now so perfectly, as natural to her as breathing.
One hand lifts, scraping through Megumi's hair, squeezing a little, and she sighs softly. ]
You can get toys that can come, you know. You could fill me up if you wanted, one day.
[ Pleased, enjoying the fingers winding into her hair, Megumi rumbles with a purr, sucking and nipping and moving from one nipple to the other. Her eyebrows lift as she considers the very idea of such a toy, of seeing Yuji dripping and full of sticky cum from the cock attached to her own hips.
She digs her hands into Yuji's tits, a little harder, a shudder running down her spine. Fuck yes. ]
... Yeah. Maybe we could... find one together. One that'll fill you up and stretch you out for me.
[ And god, that idea is hot. So hot, Megumi leaves Yuji's breasts with one final bite, a sharp sting to her tender, perfectly pink nipple before she keeps kissing downward. She nuzzles into Yuji's belly, nonstop brushes of her lips as she drifts lower...
Making room for herself between Yuji's thighs, Megumi settles on her stomach, legs kicked up behind her as she travel over the mound of Yuji's sex. Neatly-trimmed hair tickles as she drifts down until her lips can press an open-mouthed kiss to her friend's slick, swollen cunt, already deliciously waiting to be devoured. ]
[ Yuji's eyes widen as Megumi makes her way lower and lower, biting at her skin, her chest, her stomach, tight muscle almost twitching at the attention, and then - fuck. There are fingers on her skin and a mouth on her cunt, and Yuji moans for it, wanting more before she can even put to word how happy she is, how needy and desperate she feels.
She could die like this, maybe, with Megumi's head between her legs. There's something perfectly wonderful about being the one under her friend's touch, being the one she experiments and practices with, and Yuji wants nothing more than to return the favour. She thinks, however, that right now, this is Megumi's moment.
Megumi wants to learn, wants to be the best that she can be at all the things that they're going to do together, and Yuji doesn't want to steal that spotlight from her.
Instead, she leans back with a low, desperate whine, shivering as her hips rock gently, breathless when she speaks. ]
[ Megumi's arms slip under Yuji's thighs, hooking around her hips and dragging her up to meet Megumi's eagerly working mouth. Her tongue slips between flushed lips, seeking out Yuji's swollen clit to stroke and curl and draw patterns across the tight bundle of nerves. She's still testing, trying to learn what Yuji likes the most, what makes her fall apart and wail like she does for Suguru. Megumi is sure she'll never manage that level of skill, but she's determined to prove herself.
The salty-sweet tang fills her senses, and Megumi moans, eagerly chasing the flavor and ducking lower, mouthing and kissing her way to thrust her tongue inside the quivering, clenching hole she knows she's going to be stretching with a toy shortly. Her grip tightens, groans vibrating into Yuji's pussy. ]
[ It's hard not to give into the urge to give Megumi everything, to rock into her and chase that high - because she wants to give her everything, but doesn't want to go too fast. They're still learning how to be together, how to enjoy things together, and she doesn't want to overwhelm one of the few people in this world that she adores more than she would ever be able to put into words.
There's something enjoyable, though, about how much Megumi seems to be into doing this, eating her out and devouring her, and it makes her choke out a little noise. Shivering, Yuji moans, arching her back a little, legs twitching already; she's sensitive, she's always been that way, and it means when she strokes her fingers through Megumi's hair it's with an edge of desperation and need to it that she can't hide. ]
[ Megumi wants to make Yuji fall apart for her, wants to experience more of Yuji's pleasure; it's intoxicating, addictive, and the praise and frenetic squeezing of strong fingers in her hair just spurs Megumi harder. With one arm still curled around Yuji's hips, half-lifting her to Megumi's mouth, she retracts her other hand to slip it under Yuji's thigh, fitting her fingers neatly beneath Megumi's dedicated lapping. Yuji is so blissfully wet that Megumi slides one finger inside with virtually no resistance. Groaning into her, Megumi pumps the digit once, twice, adding a second just as effortlessly as the first on the next slide.
Forced to come up for air after her own determination to continue licking and suckling at Yuji's clit, Megumi draws back with a short gasp, half of her face already slick and shiny as her mouth stays linked to Yuji's flesh with a glistening string of spit. She licks her lips, connection broken between them as she starts kissing over Yuji's hips, digging her teeth into the tender meat of her best friend's inner thighs.
She remembers Yuji likes when it hurts, enjoys the sting of pain, and Megumi's next bite is a little more savage, a little more intentional as she presses her fingers deep, twisting them inside Yuji's fluttering pussy with shockingly more confidence than she thought she'd possess. She has so much less hesitation now, finding it easier to give into her desires and instincts than become paralyzed by her own overanalysis. She can focus on making Yuji feel good instead of remaining on high alert for her own shortcomings.
And she's much less shy about the idea of leaving marks, too. ]
[ Gazing at Megumi and seeing her slick from her own arousal, from going down and offering Yuji pleasure, has her shivering and arching her back all the more. Yuji is honest about what she wants, about her desires and her needs, and she's vocal enough in bed that there's no way to hide just how much she's enjoying herself - vocal and loud, so desperate and needy for all the pleasure she's being given.
It's one of the things that Suguru liked most about her, she thinks. She didn't hide how much she enjoyed the way he touched her, the way he fucked her, and she's not hiding it with Megumi either.
Whimpering a little, she flexes her body, fingers stroking through Megumi's hair as she breathes out a little sigh of pleasure. It's too good, too much, but she doesn't want it to stop. Yuji isn't one of those people who will cum once and be done: she can keep going until her body is wrung out and there's nothing left but her need to pass out in sheer relief.
So, quietly, she chews on her cheek and hisses out a noise - ]
[ Megumi hums, curious and questioning against Yuji's skin. She doesn't even want to stop to ask; she wants to keep licking and pumping her fingers into Yuji, twisting and questing to seek the spongy ridge of Yuji's gspot. She's distantly glad for her tendency to keep her nails short, making it that much easier to press and seek and curl around the nerves just waiting for attention. ]
Mmhmm?
[ She doesn't hold Yuji so tightly to keep her from squirming and flexing in her grip (Megumi's not sure she even could hold Yuji down, if Yuji really wanted to kick her off), but she moves with Yuji to avoid being displaced. She isn't going to stop until Yuji comes, at least once before she puts on the strap. ]
[ Biting her lip, she shifts a little, rocking down onto the fingers that are pressing inside of her. It's perfect, but she knows she can take more, too - that she can be stretched enough to take the cock that Megumi wants to give her, to feel the bliss of being completely and utterly used and enjoying every second of it.
Cheeks flushed, intense, she wheezes out a soft little noise. ]
I want to come. Please?
[ Maybe she doesn't need to ask Megumi in the same way she'd beg Suguru, but it feels painfully natural to ask for it instead of just giving into it. ]
[ Oh, that's hotter than Megumi expected. Nobody's ever begged her to come before, since she's usually the one falling apart for Satoru, and the breathless desperation building in Yuji is just so attractive it's nearly painful. Megumi's thighs squeeze together, a rumbling moan muffled into Yuji's pussy.
But instead of doubling down and relentlessly working the orgasm out of her best friend, her fingers slow and gradually slide back out. She reaches for where the dildo and harness wait on the bed, fumbling for a second before she finds the thick toy and brings it to the space she's made for herself between Yuji's thighs.
Lifting her mouth finally, her lips and chin shiny with Yuji's slick, Megumi breathlessly nips at Yuji's inner thigh as she rubs the blunt, thick head against her friend's perfectly flushed cunt. ]
I want you to come on my cock. [ She hasn't put on the harness yet, but that doesn't mean she can't fuck Yuji with the toy while she laps as best she can at Yuji's clit. Yuji said she wants to be full, stretched and overwhelmed, and Megumi knows her daintier fingers aren't going to offer that. ]
[ Yuji can feel the flush take over her body at Megumi's words, and she bites her lip as she gazes at the woman on top of her. Megumi can be quite shy and reserved when it comes to things like this, still adjusting to it and learning what it means to be together like this, to opening herself up to it, but... It's also pretty hot, seeing her come into herself, too.
The more they play together, the more comfortable they get, and it's delicious to see.
Wiggling a little, she tries to push down, to take the cock inside herself and feel that sweet, wonderful stretch. ]
[ Megumi watches Yuji with darkened eyes, her gaze molten and attentive as Yuji squirms, pressing down against the toy. Unwilling to deny her, Megumi meets the desperate wiggling, parting Yuji's lips with her gaze fixed on the obscene stretch accommodating the blunt head of the cock. She isn't too rough, doesn't shove the whole thing into Yuji at once, but she allows a slow, constant press inward, filling Yuji until the flared base butts up against Yuji's clit.
Breathless, eyes wide, Megumi gently digs her nails into Yuji's thigh. ]
Fuck, Yuji...
[ She doesn't pull it out much, just drawing back ever so slightly before filling Yuji all over again. ]
[ Yuji makes a soft noise, whimpering a little, shifting her weight to rock down on the thick cock filling her. She can take more, she knows that, she can feel the intensity of the stretch and the wonder of it, and she wonders if Megumi likes it. She wonders if her friend enjoys seeing how well she takes the cock, how nicely it fits inside her, how her body twitches from sensitivity.
Shivering a little, she bites her lip before she looks up at her friend, eyes dark and searching as she breathes out softly, cheeks a violently bright red. ]
[ It's a completely different view of Yuji than Megumi had when their husbands were fucking her, when Megumi was recording it, even when Yuji fucked Megumi. Seeing Yuji stretched around the toy, how she twitches and clenches, and god, it's so hot. Licking her lips, Megumi leans over Yuji, pressing kisses over her trembling belly, nuzzling her way back to Yuji's cunt to drag her tongue around the perimeter of the buried dick, up to flick over Yuji's clit.
Adjusting her grip on the base, Megumi starts to get a sense of the best angle, how to effectively move her arm and her mouth at the same time. When she feels more confident about the rhythm, her eyes flick up to Yuji again. ]
I'm going to fucking wreck you with the harness.
[ And she'll get to that shortly. She doesn't have full range of motion, tucked between Yuji's legs like this, but it's enough to let her pump the toy into Yuji's flushed pussy, leaning in to lick and lash her tongue over her best friend's clit with building intensity. ]
[ This isn't the first time Yuji's had something inside of her while someone used their mouth at the same time: Suguru has a consistent fascination with seeing how much he can push her until she falls into pieces. Fingers, and tongue, and toys, and everything he can muster to have her snapping into pieces - it's one of his favourite things to do to her.
It's different with Megumi, of course, but it's neither better nor worse. It's just nice to be able to lean back and let Megumi explore, to feel herself, to grow more comfortable and confident in their time together. Her legs shake a little with the urge to wrap around Megumi's face, but she stops herself. ]
I can't - ah!
[ Her hips start to move with the motion of the toy inside of her, licking her lips and trying to breathe in and out properly. One of her hands sneaks down to Megumi's hair again, stroking gently, sweetly. ]
[ What an offer. A dangerous offer, it feels like, but Megumi would rather die than ever do anything to hurt Yuji – so she'll carefully guard every vulnerable piece her best friend shares. Megumi will protect this, too.
Megumi exhales a rumbling moan against Yuji before shifting her leverage, hitching Yuji's legs over her shoulders and curling one arm around the shape of Yuji's luscious thigh. It traps Megumi perfectly in place, allowing her the momentum to pump the toy with Yuji's steady rocking while she tries to lick and suck at the bud of Yuji's clit.
She wants Yuji to fall apart for her. She wants to make Yuji come, pull her out of her brain for the sweet relief of feeling cumdrunk like Yuji's talked about before. Megumi wants to prove she can do it, and she wants to get it right. ]
[ It's almost immediately too intense, but Yuji sinks into it with bliss. She's been treated like this before so she knows how to handle it, she knows how to measure herself and keep herself settled and comfortable - she knows how to urge to pause, how to lean into it, all the amazing things that make her feel good, and the focus of it all is Megumi's mouth and tongue.
The noises that come out of her mouth are soft, shivering through her body as she rocks into Megumi, chasing the pleasure that's being shoved into her. Her head leans back, her eyes flicker close, and her fingers squeeze around Megumi's hair all over again.
Her hips jerk, once, and she moans, low and soft. ]
[ Megumi's excitement and overeagerness give way to following Yuji's cues, the shifting and tugging and rocking to match what Yuji needs. It's hard not to get carried away with her own lust, but it probably helps that it isn't her actual dick inside of Yuji – as much as she might mourn the fact that she can't feel Yuji squeezing around her. She can attune to Yuji's movement, adjust, and she adapts the toy on long strokes, pressing deep and letting Yuji savor every slide of the stretch at its fullest. ]
Mmm...
[ Later, she'll appreciate how Yuji looks properly, when she can wear the strap and see Yuji's reactions, but for now, she relishes Yuji's fingers in her hair, her thighs snug around Megumi's ears. It's delicious, intoxicating, and Megumi can't get enough – as opposed to her original fears that she wouldn't be able to bring herself to touch Yuji in the right ways to make her sound like this. ]
[ There's something exciting about being teased, about having to wait and wait for her pleasure to be given to her - and Megumi is getting good at it, is learning the things that make Yuji tick and make her want to fall apart. The times they've spent together thus far have opened up a whole new world of pleasure, and something sparks inside Yuji, a blissful, warm feeling.
She really, really adores her friend, and being touched so sweetly by her makes Yuji crave more of her. One day, she wants to give Megumi the same in return, to fuck her prettily until all she's able to do is whimper her name and ask for more - but that's not the point of today. The point of today is to get Megumi comfortable enough to fuck her own husband, and that's a heady thought.
Biting her lip, she leans back, stretching her arms above her head and baring her tits happily to her friend's gaze. ]
I want you to fuck me, please. I need you, Megumi.
[ Hungry eyes remain fixed to Yuji, gaze devouring the near-pornographic picture the other woman makes with her breasts on display and the long lines of her athletic body captivating Megumi. Megumi stays in shape, but she has the figure of a runner, lithe, nowhere near the strength she knows Yuji has. She might even be jealous, if she didn't admire and adore Yuji so much.
Lifting her head enough to speak but without halting the steady rhythm of the toy, Megumi licks her lips, clearing her throat. ]
D'you want me to put the harness on?
[ Awkward and inexperienced as she is, she has to refrain from pointing out that she's already fucking Yuji. Does that mean she's doing it wrong? Or Yuji just wants something else? It's hard not to overthink, even when she's practically neck-deep in her best friend's pussy.
Part of her still worries that a misstep, at any point, will signal that Megumi is the weakest link in their strange little chain. In Megumi's mind, this was effortless for Yuji. Whether or not that's actually reality is another matter, but Megumi can't help feeling that she has to prove herself. ]
[ Yuji is flushed, prettily pink with it, her eyes dancing over Megumi's features, over her face, before she breathes out and licks her lips. She can see the little prickle of nerves on her friend, and she leans up, one arm wrapping around her to draw her down into a long, slow kiss, exploring her mouth with a soft little sound.
She is happy. She is so happy to be here, helping her friend learn, teaching her how to use toys and how to make people feel good, and she is burning with her need to praise Megumi and tell her how happy she is.
Leaning back, she kisses her nose, and then her cheek, and then her jaw, wiggling closer. ]
[ It's easy for Megumi to go where Yuji bids her, and she settles against Yuji, one hand around the base of the stilled toy as she kisses back. Her hips press forward as she tries to get as close to Yuji as possible, giving a small nod. The movement itself is limited, but she's grinding forward against Yuji as her other fingers tangle into her friend's pink hair. ]
L-like this?
[ Pressure nudges the base of the toy against Yuji's clit when Megumi slides it deep into that slick and welcoming pussy.
This is definitely why she wanted to learn from Yuji; she feels like stumbling over herself with Satoru would be too embarrassing for her to get adventurous. She could probably spend hours researching and teaching herself, but also... Yuji settles her nerves in ways that Megumi has never been able to put to words. ]
[ The way that Megumi moves is slow, careful, as she adjusts to how it feels to be the one fucking someone rather than on the bottom, and Yuji gives her the time she needs to learn. The point of this is for her to be able to experiment and let herself enjoy it without being too worried about her husband being more experienced, or her not being good enough.
She doesn't think that Gojo-kun would ever not think his wife is enough, but that's a debate for another day.
Wiggling her hips to make it more comfortable, a little easier, Yuji hums as the cock slides into her, filling her so perfectly. Having Megumi above her as well... What more could she ask for? ]
[ If Megumi could untangle her own intrinsic beliefs about herself to accept the connection she has with her husband, she might be able to trust Gojo's love for her more easily. As she exists now, so much of her life still feels— tenuous. Like anything good is just as liable to vanish with the slightest change outside of her control, and her sexual inexperience is within that exact realm of unpredictable variables. She usually copes with those uncertainties by building walls tall and sturdy enough to keep herself safe from any painful fallout, but instead... she's stepping into vulnerability in tiny ways – even if they're significant to Megumi.
Exploring with Yuji is vulnerable. It's scary and new, but Yuji makes it feel safe. Effortless. Even if Megumi is convinced she doesn't know what she's doing, it doesn't feel like it matters with Yuji, patient and sweet and beautiful Yuji.
Megumi knows she'll need to pull the harness on to really fuck Yuji, but there's still an intimacy to being pressed together like this, propped above Yuji and moving with her in subtle grinds. ]
Yuji...
[ Megumi exhales more of her own tension as she presses kisses to Yuji's cheek, her jaw, nuzzling as close as she can get as she slowly stirs the thick, silicon cock inside her best friend. ]
[ Hissing, Yuji rocks her hips, licking her tongue over her mouth before she whimpers. ]
When... When I'm with - ah... This...
[ Gritting her teeth, she forces herself to swallow. ]
I think Gojo-kun probably likes to be praised, too, right? To be told how handsome he is, how good he feels. Maybe you could hold on to his hips while you do it, since you have nice nails?
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[ Yuji shifts, wiggling against her friend, chasing the squeeze against her tits and the way her nails drag over her. It's distracting, distracting enough that she has to try and force herself to focus, to try and drag her brain away from the too hot feeling of being touched and claimed by the person who is closest to her other than her husband. Suguru is the perfect man for her, the most perfect creature she could ever imagine wanting her, and she's not sure anyone would ever compare, but Megumi...
There's something about sharing herself with her best friend that hits a little different to the warmth of her husband.
Groaning, arching her back and pushing her tits into her friend's mouth, she squeezes her cunt around nothing, feeling painfully empty and wanton. Yuji never minds feeling like a slut or a whore when it comes to the people she loves, and she falls into it now so perfectly, as natural to her as breathing.
One hand lifts, scraping through Megumi's hair, squeezing a little, and she sighs softly. ]
You can get toys that can come, you know. You could fill me up if you wanted, one day.
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She digs her hands into Yuji's tits, a little harder, a shudder running down her spine. Fuck yes. ]
... Yeah. Maybe we could... find one together. One that'll fill you up and stretch you out for me.
[ And god, that idea is hot. So hot, Megumi leaves Yuji's breasts with one final bite, a sharp sting to her tender, perfectly pink nipple before she keeps kissing downward. She nuzzles into Yuji's belly, nonstop brushes of her lips as she drifts lower...
Making room for herself between Yuji's thighs, Megumi settles on her stomach, legs kicked up behind her as she travel over the mound of Yuji's sex. Neatly-trimmed hair tickles as she drifts down until her lips can press an open-mouthed kiss to her friend's slick, swollen cunt, already deliciously waiting to be devoured. ]
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[ Yuji's eyes widen as Megumi makes her way lower and lower, biting at her skin, her chest, her stomach, tight muscle almost twitching at the attention, and then - fuck. There are fingers on her skin and a mouth on her cunt, and Yuji moans for it, wanting more before she can even put to word how happy she is, how needy and desperate she feels.
She could die like this, maybe, with Megumi's head between her legs. There's something perfectly wonderful about being the one under her friend's touch, being the one she experiments and practices with, and Yuji wants nothing more than to return the favour. She thinks, however, that right now, this is Megumi's moment.
Megumi wants to learn, wants to be the best that she can be at all the things that they're going to do together, and Yuji doesn't want to steal that spotlight from her.
Instead, she leans back with a low, desperate whine, shivering as her hips rock gently, breathless when she speaks. ]
Fuck, you're perfect, 'Gumi.
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The salty-sweet tang fills her senses, and Megumi moans, eagerly chasing the flavor and ducking lower, mouthing and kissing her way to thrust her tongue inside the quivering, clenching hole she knows she's going to be stretching with a toy shortly. Her grip tightens, groans vibrating into Yuji's pussy. ]
Mmmmmm...
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There's something enjoyable, though, about how much Megumi seems to be into doing this, eating her out and devouring her, and it makes her choke out a little noise. Shivering, Yuji moans, arching her back a little, legs twitching already; she's sensitive, she's always been that way, and it means when she strokes her fingers through Megumi's hair it's with an edge of desperation and need to it that she can't hide. ]
Your tongue is amazing.
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Forced to come up for air after her own determination to continue licking and suckling at Yuji's clit, Megumi draws back with a short gasp, half of her face already slick and shiny as her mouth stays linked to Yuji's flesh with a glistening string of spit. She licks her lips, connection broken between them as she starts kissing over Yuji's hips, digging her teeth into the tender meat of her best friend's inner thighs.
She remembers Yuji likes when it hurts, enjoys the sting of pain, and Megumi's next bite is a little more savage, a little more intentional as she presses her fingers deep, twisting them inside Yuji's fluttering pussy with shockingly more confidence than she thought she'd possess. She has so much less hesitation now, finding it easier to give into her desires and instincts than become paralyzed by her own overanalysis. She can focus on making Yuji feel good instead of remaining on high alert for her own shortcomings.
And she's much less shy about the idea of leaving marks, too. ]
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It's one of the things that Suguru liked most about her, she thinks. She didn't hide how much she enjoyed the way he touched her, the way he fucked her, and she's not hiding it with Megumi either.
Whimpering a little, she flexes her body, fingers stroking through Megumi's hair as she breathes out a little sigh of pleasure. It's too good, too much, but she doesn't want it to stop. Yuji isn't one of those people who will cum once and be done: she can keep going until her body is wrung out and there's nothing left but her need to pass out in sheer relief.
So, quietly, she chews on her cheek and hisses out a noise - ]
'Gumi... I wanna...
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Mmhmm?
[ She doesn't hold Yuji so tightly to keep her from squirming and flexing in her grip (Megumi's not sure she even could hold Yuji down, if Yuji really wanted to kick her off), but she moves with Yuji to avoid being displaced. She isn't going to stop until Yuji comes, at least once before she puts on the strap. ]
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[ Biting her lip, she shifts a little, rocking down onto the fingers that are pressing inside of her. It's perfect, but she knows she can take more, too - that she can be stretched enough to take the cock that Megumi wants to give her, to feel the bliss of being completely and utterly used and enjoying every second of it.
Cheeks flushed, intense, she wheezes out a soft little noise. ]
I want to come. Please?
[ Maybe she doesn't need to ask Megumi in the same way she'd beg Suguru, but it feels painfully natural to ask for it instead of just giving into it. ]
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But instead of doubling down and relentlessly working the orgasm out of her best friend, her fingers slow and gradually slide back out. She reaches for where the dildo and harness wait on the bed, fumbling for a second before she finds the thick toy and brings it to the space she's made for herself between Yuji's thighs.
Lifting her mouth finally, her lips and chin shiny with Yuji's slick, Megumi breathlessly nips at Yuji's inner thigh as she rubs the blunt, thick head against her friend's perfectly flushed cunt. ]
I want you to come on my cock. [ She hasn't put on the harness yet, but that doesn't mean she can't fuck Yuji with the toy while she laps as best she can at Yuji's clit. Yuji said she wants to be full, stretched and overwhelmed, and Megumi knows her daintier fingers aren't going to offer that. ]
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[ Yuji can feel the flush take over her body at Megumi's words, and she bites her lip as she gazes at the woman on top of her. Megumi can be quite shy and reserved when it comes to things like this, still adjusting to it and learning what it means to be together like this, to opening herself up to it, but... It's also pretty hot, seeing her come into herself, too.
The more they play together, the more comfortable they get, and it's delicious to see.
Wiggling a little, she tries to push down, to take the cock inside herself and feel that sweet, wonderful stretch. ]
Okay. I - I want to. Please?
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Breathless, eyes wide, Megumi gently digs her nails into Yuji's thigh. ]
Fuck, Yuji...
[ She doesn't pull it out much, just drawing back ever so slightly before filling Yuji all over again. ]
You took the whole thing.
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[ Yuji makes a soft noise, whimpering a little, shifting her weight to rock down on the thick cock filling her. She can take more, she knows that, she can feel the intensity of the stretch and the wonder of it, and she wonders if Megumi likes it. She wonders if her friend enjoys seeing how well she takes the cock, how nicely it fits inside her, how her body twitches from sensitivity.
Shivering a little, she bites her lip before she looks up at her friend, eyes dark and searching as she breathes out softly, cheeks a violently bright red. ]
I like it... I like being stretched out.
[ Breathless, she smiles. ]
You can fuck me as hard as you want.
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Adjusting her grip on the base, Megumi starts to get a sense of the best angle, how to effectively move her arm and her mouth at the same time. When she feels more confident about the rhythm, her eyes flick up to Yuji again. ]
I'm going to fucking wreck you with the harness.
[ And she'll get to that shortly. She doesn't have full range of motion, tucked between Yuji's legs like this, but it's enough to let her pump the toy into Yuji's flushed pussy, leaning in to lick and lash her tongue over her best friend's clit with building intensity. ]
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It's different with Megumi, of course, but it's neither better nor worse. It's just nice to be able to lean back and let Megumi explore, to feel herself, to grow more comfortable and confident in their time together. Her legs shake a little with the urge to wrap around Megumi's face, but she stops herself. ]
I can't - ah!
[ Her hips start to move with the motion of the toy inside of her, licking her lips and trying to breathe in and out properly. One of her hands sneaks down to Megumi's hair again, stroking gently, sweetly. ]
You can do anything you want to me.
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Megumi exhales a rumbling moan against Yuji before shifting her leverage, hitching Yuji's legs over her shoulders and curling one arm around the shape of Yuji's luscious thigh. It traps Megumi perfectly in place, allowing her the momentum to pump the toy with Yuji's steady rocking while she tries to lick and suck at the bud of Yuji's clit.
She wants Yuji to fall apart for her. She wants to make Yuji come, pull her out of her brain for the sweet relief of feeling cumdrunk like Yuji's talked about before. Megumi wants to prove she can do it, and she wants to get it right. ]
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The noises that come out of her mouth are soft, shivering through her body as she rocks into Megumi, chasing the pleasure that's being shoved into her. Her head leans back, her eyes flicker close, and her fingers squeeze around Megumi's hair all over again.
Her hips jerk, once, and she moans, low and soft. ]
Oh... Fuck...
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Mmm...
[ Later, she'll appreciate how Yuji looks properly, when she can wear the strap and see Yuji's reactions, but for now, she relishes Yuji's fingers in her hair, her thighs snug around Megumi's ears. It's delicious, intoxicating, and Megumi can't get enough – as opposed to her original fears that she wouldn't be able to bring herself to touch Yuji in the right ways to make her sound like this. ]
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She really, really adores her friend, and being touched so sweetly by her makes Yuji crave more of her. One day, she wants to give Megumi the same in return, to fuck her prettily until all she's able to do is whimper her name and ask for more - but that's not the point of today. The point of today is to get Megumi comfortable enough to fuck her own husband, and that's a heady thought.
Biting her lip, she leans back, stretching her arms above her head and baring her tits happily to her friend's gaze. ]
I want you to fuck me, please. I need you, Megumi.
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Lifting her head enough to speak but without halting the steady rhythm of the toy, Megumi licks her lips, clearing her throat. ]
D'you want me to put the harness on?
[ Awkward and inexperienced as she is, she has to refrain from pointing out that she's already fucking Yuji. Does that mean she's doing it wrong? Or Yuji just wants something else? It's hard not to overthink, even when she's practically neck-deep in her best friend's pussy.
Part of her still worries that a misstep, at any point, will signal that Megumi is the weakest link in their strange little chain. In Megumi's mind, this was effortless for Yuji. Whether or not that's actually reality is another matter, but Megumi can't help feeling that she has to prove herself. ]
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[ Yuji is flushed, prettily pink with it, her eyes dancing over Megumi's features, over her face, before she breathes out and licks her lips. She can see the little prickle of nerves on her friend, and she leans up, one arm wrapping around her to draw her down into a long, slow kiss, exploring her mouth with a soft little sound.
She is happy. She is so happy to be here, helping her friend learn, teaching her how to use toys and how to make people feel good, and she is burning with her need to praise Megumi and tell her how happy she is.
Leaning back, she kisses her nose, and then her cheek, and then her jaw, wiggling closer. ]
I want to feel you. Does that make sense?
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L-like this?
[ Pressure nudges the base of the toy against Yuji's clit when Megumi slides it deep into that slick and welcoming pussy.
This is definitely why she wanted to learn from Yuji; she feels like stumbling over herself with Satoru would be too embarrassing for her to get adventurous. She could probably spend hours researching and teaching herself, but also... Yuji settles her nerves in ways that Megumi has never been able to put to words. ]
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[ The way that Megumi moves is slow, careful, as she adjusts to how it feels to be the one fucking someone rather than on the bottom, and Yuji gives her the time she needs to learn. The point of this is for her to be able to experiment and let herself enjoy it without being too worried about her husband being more experienced, or her not being good enough.
She doesn't think that Gojo-kun would ever not think his wife is enough, but that's a debate for another day.
Wiggling her hips to make it more comfortable, a little easier, Yuji hums as the cock slides into her, filling her so perfectly. Having Megumi above her as well... What more could she ask for? ]
You feel great.
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Exploring with Yuji is vulnerable. It's scary and new, but Yuji makes it feel safe. Effortless. Even if Megumi is convinced she doesn't know what she's doing, it doesn't feel like it matters with Yuji, patient and sweet and beautiful Yuji.
Megumi knows she'll need to pull the harness on to really fuck Yuji, but there's still an intimacy to being pressed together like this, propped above Yuji and moving with her in subtle grinds. ]
Yuji...
[ Megumi exhales more of her own tension as she presses kisses to Yuji's cheek, her jaw, nuzzling as close as she can get as she slowly stirs the thick, silicon cock inside her best friend. ]
You're amazing... So, so gorgeous...
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[ Hissing, Yuji rocks her hips, licking her tongue over her mouth before she whimpers. ]
When... When I'm with - ah... This...
[ Gritting her teeth, she forces herself to swallow. ]
I think Gojo-kun probably likes to be praised, too, right? To be told how handsome he is, how good he feels. Maybe you could hold on to his hips while you do it, since you have nice nails?
[ Rocking her hips, Yuji groans again, louder. ]
Tease him?
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