♯ can’t stop thinking about bestfriend!megumi recording you riding a dildo because the two of you want to earn some extra cash, and he insisted this would be the quickest way to save up for that brand new pc you'd both been eyeing. you trust him, and besides, who are you to refuse your horny best friend? (twt link at the end!)
the lighting in megumi’s bedroom was dim, save for the harsh glow of his phone screen and a couple of desk lamps that cast long, flickering shadows across the floor. you were stripped bare, save for a pair of black nylon thigh highs that hugged your legs, digging slightly into your skin. you felt exposed, the cool air of the room hitting your damp skin as you straddled the thick, silicone dildo propped up on the carpet.
you were on your knees, leaning forward with your palms pressed flat against the floor for support. your back arched, creating a tempting curve that highlighted the contrast of the thigh highs against your skin and your cunt began to stretch wide as you slowly lowered your weight onto it.
megumi, on the other hand, sat just a few feet away, leaning back on his elbows, holding his phone steady to capture every angle of your vulnerability. he looked completely unfazed, though his dark eyes were tracking every twitch of your muscles. his dark, spikey hair fell over his eyes, partially obscuring his gaze and leaving half of his face veiled in shadow. it gave him an air of detached mystery, though the way he held his phone, steady and focused, showed he was paying very close attention to every detail.
"you’re hesitating," megumi remarked, his voice cool and flat. he shifted his position, the phone camera zooming in on the point where the dildo disappeared into your soaking wet folds. "you know, if we're doing this for the money, you can't look like you're scared of it. you have to look like you’re enjoying it.”
"i’m not— i'm just.." you whimpered, your voice trailing off as you began to lift and drop your hips. the friction was intense, the girth of the toy hitting that soft spot with every downward thrust.
"just what? flustered?" he let out a small, petty huff of a laugh. "it’s just a piece of plastic, but you're reacting like it's the real thing. if you can't even handle this, how the fuck are you going to take my dick?"
your face flushed a deep crimson, the heat radiating from your cheeks down to your chest. you let out a flustered whine, shifting your hips to settle deeper onto the toy. "shut up, gumi! don't say stuff like that," you whimpered, though you didn't stop moving.
"why not? it's just a question," he muttered, adjusting the camera to get a closer shot of where the dildo disappeared into your soaking wet folds. "put some effort into it. move your hips more."
"besides, im tryna give you motivation. now, lean forward more. arch your back. i wanna to see more of your ass while you ride it."
you groaned, feeling a mix of embarrassment and arousal. you began to bounce, the rhythmic slapslapslap of your thighs hitting the base of the toy filling the quiet room. you focused on the sensation, the way the dildo filled you completely, stretching you wide.
suddenly, you felt a large, warm hand wrap around your hip, pulling you firmly against him. you jumped, a small shriek escaping your lips as megumi reached out. he didn't stop recording with one hand, but with the other, he began to grope your ass, his fingers kneading your soft cheeks with a possessive grip.
"megumi!" you gasped, your rhythm faltering.
"stay focused," he murmured, his voice dropping an octave. smack! he delivered a sharp, stinging slap to your right ass cheek, the sound echoing in the room.
the sting sent a jolt of electricity straight to your clit. you let out a loud, uncontrolled moan, your hips picking up speed. you started riding the dildo frantically, your tits bouncing with every downward thrust.
"thaaat’s it," megumi whispered, his eyes narrowing a little as he watched your pussy grip the toy. he slapped your other cheek, harder this time, leaving a faint red mark. "look at you. so desperate for a little bit of attention. you look like a total slut for the camera."
"i— i'm not— mmmh! shit!" you were losing it, the combination of the stretching fullness and megumi’s touch pushing you over the edge.
as the orgasm hit, your internal muscles clamped down hard on the silicone. your body shuddered violently, and you let out a loud, broken cry, your voice echoing through the room.
"megumi— oh god, megumi!"
you collapsed onto your elbows, panting heavily, your pussy glistening and open, leaking clear fluids onto the floor. you stayed there for a moment, panting, your chest heaving as the aftershocks of the climax rolled through you. slowly, with a wet, suctioning sound, you slid off the dildo, your pussy glistening and open.
megumi didn't put the phone away, though. instead, he crawled forward, bringing the camera inches away from your dripping cunt, capturing the way your folds twitched and leaked.
"fuuuuck.. that's so hot," he breathed, his voice raspy. he looked up from the screen, the shadows of his hair still dancing across his eyes, but the intensity of his gaze was unmistakable. he didn't move to help you up, instead, he shifted his weight, the heavy bulge in his sweatpants brushing against your hip, reminding you exactly how hard he was.
"you look like a complete mess," he murmured, though his voice lacked any real judgment. it sounded more like a compliment. "absolutely drenched."
“yeah, well, i wonder why.. this better earn us quite the money, fushiguro.”
megumi let out a low, humming sound in his throat. "well, i don't think i can just sell this video. i might have to keep a copy for myself. now.. i think it's time i get what i want."
“you’re so greedy,” you giggled.
how he had you later that night.
i need a bf that cosplays so bad. ANYWAYS!! more bestfriend!megumi because WE #wantdat
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