"Words, princess," You hear Megumi coax from between your thighs. 

"I-interrupt you two…" You finish, your voice coming out smaller than intended, so breathless from the need pooling between your legs.

Megumi's lips brush over the bunched fabric of your panties, already soaked with your arousal. His touch is light and teasing, enough to make your breath hitch as Yuji takes your chin in his big hands, tilting your face towards him. "Why are you apologizing?" Yuji murmurs, low and sensual, his eyes dragging down to your lips before flicking back up to meet yours again. "Can't you tell we want you?"

"Want you so bad," Megumi purrs, his hot breath drawing pretty little moans from you. That alone has him reaching down, fisting his twitching cock. It's impossible not to when you're looking at them like that, all slutty, so damn sexy it drives him insane.

You're at a loss for words—fuck, you're practically choking on air trying to come up with literally anything to say. Instead, your body reacts on its own, your hands flying up to rest flat against Yuji's chest, his breathing matching your ragged pants as your hands slowly trail lower to where he needs you most.

It takes both your hands to fully wrap around his thick cock, before you slowly start sinking to your knees. Megumi's already standing beside Yuji, eyes trained on you as your lips wrap around his friend's flustered tip. Yuji's biting back a moan, struggling to keep it together as you take him deeper, while Megumi watches the filthy sight, pupils blown wide, unable to stop himself from wishing it was him using your mouth instead.

"God, baby… You feel so good," Yuji moans, his head tipping back as he lets the feeling of your warm, wet mouth overwhelm him.

His hips snap forward, bottoming out in your throat as you gag around him, struggling to take it all.

"Fuck, Itadori– haven't you had your turn already?" Megumi groans, still left fucking his fist while he watches the two of you, a sharp pain twisting in his chest, seeing his friend's head tipped back in ecstasy. 

Christ, it was wrong for him to feel any sort of jealousy over this, but the thought of it being his dick instead of Yuji's is enough to make the feeling settle deep in his chest. He really can't help it—not when he notices how transfixed you are on his friend.

"We just started," Yuji waves him off, not quite ready to share his pretty girl, yet. "Just give me a second," he mumbles, ignoring him completely as he continues fucking your throat raw.

After a couple of minutes, he's pulling you off, his cock slipping from your lips with a pop!

"You ready, pretty girl?" Yuji asks, his tone teasing as a devious smirk tugs at the corner of his lips, already thinking about your lips wrapped around his friend, taking his cock like such a good girl.

You nod, your answer coming out between small, choked gasps as you try to catch your breath. "Y-yeah."

God, you look so fuckable like this, so goddamn sexy when you act all coy, fluttering those thick lashes of yours up at them. And you don't even realize it—how much of an effect you have on them, how tightly you have them wrapped around your fingers. Shit, they've spent hours imagining this, taking turns, sharing you until they're painting your pretty face with cum.

And fuck, if they're being honest, they both want you to themselves. Both wishing that it was only one of them that got all of your attention, all of your body, all of you. 

"Feels better than Itadori, huh?" Megumi asks even as he slips his cock in, stuffing your mouth full.

Yuji smirks, biting back a laugh. "You really think that?" He asks, slapping his heavy cock against your cheek. "I don't hear her choking on your dick."

Megumi barely reacts to his friend's words, too focused on the way your tongue snakes out, collecting pre from his leaky tip. He lets out a shaky breath, still sensitive from his orgasm with Yuji. 

You moan around him, taking him so deep your nose brushes against the dark trail of hair leading to his dick. And god, the way you're taking him like you're actually enjoying yourself, has his composure rapidly slipping, so much that his hips buck forward, wanting to hear those pretty muffled sounds again.

"Mhnnn…" It comes out in muffled, broken sounds as you sit there, letting him use your throat like one of his toys.

And you love every second of it, so utterly lost in your own little world that you don't even notice them bickering over who gets to fuck your pretty mouth next.

"What do you think, beautiful?" Megumi asks, his voice low and husky as he watches through heavy-lidded eyes.

Your mouth's so full that any attempt to answer comes out in soft, gargled sounds. Megumi doesn't make it any easier, his hands palming your head, keeping you pulled flush against him, listening to your choked little cries when you feel his dick throbbing deep in your throat.

"She just doesn't want to hurt your feelings," Yuji answers for you, still rubbing his cock across your face, his pre mixing with your tear-streaked face, making a slutty mess out of you.

"You're not even letting her answer," Megumi scoffs, his cock still throbbing deep in your throat.

"Yeah? And you think she's gonna be able to answer with your cock shoved in her mouth?" 

"What? You don't hear those pretty little sounds she's making?" Megumi asks, hands tangled in your hair as he guides you up and down his cock.

When his grip starts to loosen, you slip his cock from your lips with soft little pants as you look up at the two of them through glossy eyes and tear-streaked cheeks, so wrecked from them sharing you.

"Can you guys please shut the fuck up?" You finally manage to get out between breaths, clearly getting fed up with their constant arguing—even if part of you finds it ridiculously sexy.

This time, your hands are wrapping around both of them, fisting their cocks as you turn to Megumi, taking him back deep in your throat as if it's second nature. It drives him wild, feeling you like this, and after all the bullshit Yuji was spewing, it has him more than just worked up—No, he wanted to prove something, to prove that he can fuck your throat better than him, so good that you won't be able to speak the next day.

He drives his cock forward, keeping your head steady with firm hands as he starts thrusting, whatever restraint he had before now completely gone and replaced with a raw, primal need for you. Little whines escape you as he fucks your mouth hard and fast, every thrust somehow reaching impossibly deeper. And fuck, the feeling of your tight throat wrapping around his cock has him cursing under his breath, biting back shaky moans as his balls clench, growing unbearably tight.

"Still think Itadori is better, beautiful?" He asks, grunting with every thrust, making sure you remember exactly how he feels buried in your throat.

It shouldn't be getting you this turned on, watching them argue over you like this. Even if you act as if it annoys you, deep down, you love how they fight over you while taking turns stuffing your mouth full. All of it, having your stomach pooling low with need, your thighs squeezing together, anything to get friction where you're needing it most.

When a small whimper slips from your lips, he pauses and lifts your head gently off of him, tilting your chin to look up at him. His expression softens as his focus shifts to you. "You okay?"

You nod, your face warm and flushed as you glance between them.

"Good, beautiful. Now, how about you finish taking care of both of us, yeah?" You give a small smile, still feeling winded from having your mouth fucked.

Your hands wrap around both their cocks, while Yuji stuffs your mouth full, fucking your throat raw, until you're switching to Megumi, licking and teasing his tip before taking him back into your mouth. You're messy, sloppy with the way you switch between them, strings of saliva trailing between their two cocks, making you look a filthy mess.

And before you know it, they're both so close, "F-fuck…" Yuji pants, slipping his cock from your mouth, which is quickly replaced by his friend's, before shooting thick ropes of cum on your pretty face, which is almost immediately followed by Megumi, whose cum shoots deep in your throat.

"Go ahead, baby, swallow." He coaxes, watching your throat bob as you swallow. "Such a good girl, that's it."

You blush at his praises, and they're already at your side, helping you clean up, peppering you with small kisses all over, swearing it's their turn now to make you feel so good.

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Yuji's cheeks burn—thank god the room was dark. "There's not an… issue."

He looks over at him, "You're a bad liar, you know that?"

"Come on–" he groans, shifting awkwardly.

"Your dick's out, isn't it?"

"...no?" He groans, hand wrapped tight around his cock. 

"Prove it then." Megumi challenges, his dick straining against his pjs.

"N-no," his voice comes out in broken pants.

"What are you beating it every night because you can't cum?" He asks, his cock twitching when Yuji's hips jerk up, fucking his hand like his best friend isn't watching.

Yuji's face flushes, "Well… maybe if I had some help, I wouldn't be struggling to cum."

Megumi's beyond flustered, his face burning as the tips of his ears turn red. He slowly gets up, hesitating, before shuffling over to Yuji.

"What if someone… walks in?"

"Like who?" Yuji asks as Megumi sits on the edge of the bed.

"I don't know–" he's a flustered mess tripping over his words. "You don't think that's a little gay, though?"

"Nah, you're just helping out a friend." He reassures Megumi, tugging the blankets down.

Megumi's eyes widen when he sees his cock, massive and veiny, pre leaking down his length from his flustered tip.

"Can I?" He asks, a hand reaching out to replace Yuji's.

"Y-yeah," his breath hitches when he feels Megumi's hand start moving, slow and teasing. "F-fuck… shit, bro, that feels way better than my hand." He tips his head back, biting back a moan.

"Oh shit–" Megumi groans, tugging his pjs down, heavy cock slapping against his shirt as his cum wets the fabric.

"Did… did you just cum?" He peeks at Megumi through glossy eyes.

Megumi's flushed, panting as he strokes himself through his orgasm, cum coating his pretty cock.

"C-couldn't help it," he says, voice shaking.

"Fuck–" without realizing it, Yuji's reaching down, his thumb pressing gently over his leaky tip, leaving Megumi a whimpering mess.

Yuji groans at the filthy sight. "Didn't know you came so easily, Fushiguro."

Megumi rolls his eyes, hand fisting Yuji's cock as he wraps his lips around the tip. He moans around his length, taking him deeper as the door clicks open.

They both freeze, Yuji's hips snapping up in a last effort as milky white streaks Megumi's throat, your eyes widening in horror.

"Oh- fuck- s-sorry I didn't know I-" you fumble over your words, and you're not sure whether to look at them or turn away.

"Fuck Fushiguro, you might cum easy, but your pretty mouth feels amazing."

Your face burns, ears red as you stammer, unable to form a word.

"Are you just gonna stand there, beautiful?"

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Yuji snaps him out of it. "Her… sounds. " He finishes, now completely beet red—nothing he can do to hide that—and Yuji fights the urge to call him out, even if he's the one who instigated this in the first place. But he makes it so difficult when it's like he doesn't even try to hide his real feelings for you.

"I know you like her," it slips out before he realizes it. "That you pretend you don't, that you try and ignore it for my sake." He stops pacing and sits down beside Megumi on the bed. "Maybe I'm the asshole, really, for coming to you with my shit-"

"I don't-"

"You do, though," he figured his friend would deny it. Why wouldn't he? "It's so obvious, even I can tell."

"Then why ask me?"

"Because everything with her comes so easily to you." Yuji goes quiet, his voice wavering with vulnerability. "And I thought maybe… because I was so in my head, that you'd know how to make her feel y'know… good, too."

It's hard being this open about everything, especially when admitting he might not be good enough for you only drives the knife deeper into his chest, twisting until even stomaching the thought becomes unbearable.

"I know you've thought about her like that."

For a moment, Megumi doesn't say anything. What's he supposed to say? He can't deny it; he has thought about you like that, more times than he'd ever care to admit. Too many nights spent pathetically fucking his hand while he gets off to your pretty face, and he knows there's been more than a few occasions when he's been a little too loud moaning your name.

"Do you even realize what you're asking of me?"

"I can handle it," Yuji reassures him.

But that's not the problem. It's that he has to actually confess to his best friend all the ways he's imagined touching you, pleasuring you, leaving you crying out his name while he's buried deep in your perfect cunt.

"Just take it slow. Kiss her," He starts, closing his eyes as he continues. "Hold her, tell her how beautiful she is, how good she's doing when you're going down on her."

"And if we fuck and she doesn't like it…?" He asks, feeling a lump form in his throat. "Doesn't like me anymore?"

"Have you seen the way she looks at you?" It hurts more saying it out loud, even if his friend desperately needs the reassurance.

"I've just never done anything like this before."

Megumi blinks, "…seriously?"

"Y-yeah," he stutters, feeling more than embarrassed when he realizes how pathetic it all is, having to ask his best friend for advice on how to make his girlfriend feel good, because he's so inexperienced and clueless.

"I doubt she's much more experienced. She's only ever talked about you."

That's right, Megumi's been friends with you longer than he has, another reason you're so comfortable around him, and why he knows more about you than your own boyfriend does.

"And even if she is, you could do anything, and she'd be all over you." Fuck his life, "She's in love with you, Itadori."

"I know- I… fuck-" Yuji runs a hand through his hair. "I really am an asshole, aren't I? For asking you this?"

"A little," He throws an arm over his friend's shoulder, pushing his feelings about it down. "But I get it."

"Thank you," He says, "For being a good friend, for answering my dickhead questions."

"As long as you know you owe me."

"Yeah, yeah." Yuji cracks a smile.

"And one thing," He adds, his voice a bit more serious. "Don't hurt her, okay?"

"That's one thing I can promise."

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Yuji's hands won't stop sweating, his heart racing, chest constricting so tightly he feels like he's going to suffocate on his own air. And there you are, lying beside him in bed, your breathing calm and slow as your eyes stay fixed on the movie.

"Hey," he whispers, pulling you a little closer, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. "How are you feeling?"

"Good?" You look up, giving him a puzzled look. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah-" He nods a little too quickly, "No, yeah, I'm completely fine. Just checking on you."

"Oh…" you say, even though you're not entirely sold on his reasoning. "Do you not like this movie?"

Honestly, he doesn't even remember what's playing. Which is insane, because he loves watching movies with you, and usually by now, he'd be laughing, quoting half the lines, and doing those goofy little impressions you love so much. But tonight he's so caught up in his own head that all he can focus on is you and how pretty you are. Your lips, your hands, how they would feel wrapped around his—

"Yu?"

"Huh-" He blinks, shaking his head. "Shit- sorry, I'm just… I feel like my head's somewhere else."

"Are you in danger? Did something happen?" You ask, your eyes already searching his face for any injuries.

"Just tell me, please. You're gonna drive me crazy making me guess." You plead, wishing he'd just give in and tell you already. "Something's obviously wrong."

How are you so good at that, reading him so easily?

"We might miss something," he deflects, looking past you like he's suddenly invested in the movie.

"C'mon," you pout, moving to sit in his lap, your palms resting flat against his broad chest. "You're being ridiculous right now."

Yuji shuts his eyes briefly, praying—scratch that—pleading to whatever higher being out there that he won't get hard. Not now, not when you're sitting in his lap like this, with your perfect, round ass, leaving him hissing under his breath.

"Oh- shit, did I hurt you?" You start to move, but his hands quickly shoot out to your hips, keeping you in place.

"I- it's not that," his cheeks heat. "I-"

"You what?" You tilt your head, wondering what's gotten into your boyfriend all of a sudden.

"I want you," he blurts. "I mean- I like really want you."

"I want you too," you say, a soft giggle slipping from your lips. "But why were you being so stubborn about that?"

"No," god, you're not making this any easier. "Like I want you-"

"I know, you already said-"

Yuji grabs your wrist, cutting you off as he places your hand over his growing erection. "I really, really love you." He shudders as you move your hand, overwhelmed by how good your hand feels through his pants alone. "And I really want to show you that… in other ways."

His face flushes deeper than it already is, embarrassed by how awkward he's being, especially when every word that leaves his mouth has him wondering if he's completely blowing this, if you're finally going to realize you've made a mistake, that somehow, you've ended up with an utter loser.

"Can I?" he asks, looking at you with those big eyes you can't say no to. "Make you feel good?"

You nod, your head too busy spinning to speak.

"You sure?" He presses a gentle kiss to your cheek, "you don't have to-"

"I want to," you cut him off, cupping his face in your hands. "Promise."

He presses a kiss to your lips, lingering a second longer.

"Yu," you murmur, pulling him out of his thoughts once again as you look over him, worry etched all over your face when you take in how tense he is.

"I'm sorry, fuck-" he lets out an awkward laugh, running his hand through his hair. "I might be a bit nervous. I've just… never done anything like this before… I don't want to mess it all up."

"It's okay." Your hands rest flat on his chest, feeling his frantic heartbeat. "I trust you."

It makes his chest ache how easily you say it, like it isn't even something you have to think about, you just know.

He takes a breath before carefully laying you down, lowering himself over you, his toned arms flexing as he braces himself above you. And the closer he gets, the more you notice the faint tremble in his arms, the way his breathing grows shaky as his hands fumble with the waistband of your skirt, silently cursing himself as he clumsily slips them off.

"You know… this is my first time doing anything like this, too," you sheepishly admit, breaking the silence.

His eyes flick up to yours, like he can't actually believe what you said.

"Really?" He feels a bit relieved that he might not be the only nervous one right now, but he can't help but feel like it's impossible. You're so effortlessly beautiful; it doesn't seem real that he'd get to be your first.

"Y-yeah," your cheeks burn. "You're my first."

"We can take it slow then, yeah? Since this is new to both of us?"

You nod, and his gaze dips down to your panties for a moment. They're cute and plain—you had no idea this would be your plan for the night—and suddenly, you become aware of what you're wearing. Your hands go flying down to cover yourself, feeling anything but sexy.

His eyes snap back to yours, worry creeping in when he sees you covering yourself. "Is something wrong?"

You shake your head. "I-" god, you'd give anything to make yourself not stutter right now, to not make this any more awkward than it already is. "I didn't wear anything cute-"

"That's what this is about?" A smile tugs at the corner of his lips, barely holding back a laugh—not at you, but how adorable you're being. He was so worried he'd already done something wrong, that maybe he'd rushed things, but no—instead, you're spiraling over something so small, so cute like that.

Your whole body is on fire, feeling like you could burn alive from the embarrassment.

Yuji's thumb brushes lightly over your plush thighs as you drape your legs over his arms. "If anything, I like this more," he unhooks an arm from under your leg, gently uncovering your hands. "I don't want you feeling like you need to put on some sort of show for me."

His lips ghost over the inside of your thigh, making your breath hitch as a small sound catches in your throat. His cock twitches in response to your little sounds as he trails kisses along your thigh, until his lips are brushing over the fabric of your damp panties.

"This is perfect," he murmurs, his nose brushing lightly over the fabric. "You're perfect."

Pulling back, he helps you out of your panties, slowly easing them down with trembling hands. And the instant he sees how pretty your pussy is, glistening and wet for him—so tempting, he finds himself mindlessly slipping a hand past the waistband of his pants, gripping his cock tightly as he squeezes his eyes shut, trying his best to stop the milky white beading at his tip.

"S-shit-" he hisses as cum begins to slowly leak down his length, soaking through the fabric of his boxers. "D-dammit… mhnn…"

Heat floods his face, too mortified to look up and see your reaction when you realize he's such a loser he couldn't even last—if you can even count cumming from looking at your girlfriend's pussy alone as 'lasting'.

Instead, your eyes are wide, pupils blown as you take him in—his uneven breathing, the deep flush of his cheeks spreading down to his neck, and the way his eyes flutter shut as he finishes milking out his orgasm, leaving his boxers an absolute mess.

"God, I'm sorry." He finally looks up, struggling to meet your eyes, which makes you pout. "I can't believe I came early, like some loser."

"You're not a loser," you say softly. "…And I thought it was kind of hot."

"…You did?" He asks, unable to wrap his head around the thought that a girl could be attracted to something as pathetic as cumming prematurely.

"Yeah, really hot actually." If you're being honest with yourself, it's so hot it has your entire body on edge, knowing you're the only girl who's seen him like this.

"Well… in that case," he starts, his toned arms flexing, as they hook back under the bends of your legs, pulling you closer. "I want to make you cum too, it's only fair." He murmurs, pressing a kiss into the inside of your soft thighs.

His eyes keep flicking up to yours, watching every little expression as he slowly starts to trail kisses along your thighs, down to your pussy. And for someone who's never done anything like this before, he almost immediately finds your clit. But hell, he's always been a fast learner. He drags his tongue along your sensitive bud in slow, teasing strides, already so swollen from how worked up you are, and when he takes you into his mouth, you can't stop your hips from lifting, leaving his face dripping wet with your arousal.

"This okay?" He manages to ask, giving you a sheepish smile, his voice still ragged and breathless from being buried between your thighs.

You can only nod, too overwhelmed by the pleasure, with your hands tangled in his messy pink hair, tugging and whining for him to keep going. "Yes, p-please don't stop!"

A soft laugh slips past his lips before he continues sucking and teasing your puffy clit. Eventually, letting you take the lead as he lays his tongue flat, your hips rolling, rubbing your slick cunt all over him until his tongue is slipping into your fluttering hole, causing his poor cock to twitch back to life.

You're losing yourself, so overwhelmed by pleasure you're moaning out senslessly as he works his way around your clit. "Yu! I'm so close- please- right there, please!" You cry out, your grip tightening in his hair, pulling him flush with your cunt, as you ride out your orgasm, using his face.

His fingers dig into your thighs, the only thing keeping him grounded when he's fighting the urge to cum from your pretty sounds filling the room.

And when he makes his way back up your body, you find yourself reaching for his pants, asking, "Can I?"

He lets out a strained sound, helping you slip them off along with his boxers, and when you see how big he is, your eyes go wide. Looking in utter disbelief when his cock springs free, slapping against this hoodie. God, he's so big and thick, almost intimidating when you start to contemplate how on earth you're going to manage to fit that thing inside you.

Timidly, your fingers ghost along his length, tracing the grooves and veins, making him suck in a breath when you start to carefully wrap your hand around him.

"Baby, please," he pleads, his voice strained as his cock throbs pathetically in your hand. "Please- mhn…" his eyes are half-lidded and hazy as a few whimpers escape him. But fuck, he can't help it. Not when you're touching him like this, your hands so warm and soft, nearly making him lose control when he starts drooling pre from the tip. "D-don't wanna cum before I get to feel her."

He takes your hand, gently guiding it away from his cock as he positions himself at your entrance, rubbing his flustered, pink tip between your slick folds, teasing, before slowly pushing in, giving you time to adjust. And at first, he's big, so damn big it has your cunt struggling to stretch around his size.

"You need me to wait?" He asks, searching your face when he sees you closing your eyes, trying your best to get used to the feeling.

"Maybe… just for a second."

For a moment, he waits, staying still until your hips move, making him bite his lip—which does nothing to stop the sounds that leave him when he drives his cock forward, burying his cock deep in you.

"S-sorry, I can't-" Christ, you feel so good it has him losing control. His face in your neck, muffling the whimpering mess he's become when he feels the way your cunt's wrapped around him, so wet and warm, too good to pull out. Way too good, because he can't stop from fucking you, from begging you to let him stay a little longer, just so he can cum again. "Please, please, please-"

He's a babbling, incoherent mess, hardly making any sense when he's going soft in you, still trying to fuck your pussy. But you're no better, whining out with him, reaching down to rub your throbbing clit, when you see just how badly he wants you—needs you.

"Baby, you feel s'good- agh..mhnnn- don't wanna stop…!"

When he finally pulls out, his cock's coated in creamy white from relentlessly fucking his cum back into you.

"F-fuck…" He pants as his tip brushes against your clit, sending waves of pleasure crashing through you, your legs shaking, cunt clenching pathetically around nothing.

And when you both come down, red-faced, sweaty, neither of you really knows what to say. There's something so vulnerable about what happened that even looking at each other feels impossible. But that quickly wears off, and before long you're both smiling, him laying beside you, gathering you into his arms as he peppers kisses along your face. And as he holds you there, feeling how small and fragile you feel in his arms, he starts to wonder if it's possible for him to be more in love with you.

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the dark haired man grins slow, slimy as the expression oozes onto pink lips. he instinctively tips his head back to make room for your teeth that hungrily scrape his neck and your nose that inhales his scent like it’s some kind of drug. you wiggle against his lap, slicker and slicker over him by the second he’d think you were in heat. “yeah?” fushiguro sighs, syrupy and content. “daddy said it’s okay?”

“is what okay?”

yuuji appears in the living room, three glasses of cool iced tea captured between dextrose fingers.

“look daddy, ‘m helpin’,” the way you blink over at him is slow, dazed as you ride fushiguro’s throbbing erection. you rock your hips as though guided by the motion of calm waters, washing over the man beneath you and drowning him in your essence like it is a reward. something to be cherished. if he didn’t know any better — he might mistake your pouty lips and glassy gaze as teasing. “bein’ a good friend.”

the pink haired man scratches behind your pointed puppy ears proudly, grinning as your hips involuntarily buck against his friend’s. megumi’s breathing cracks, fragile and almost whimpery and his palms come down to smack against your ass through frilly bloomers. “good girl, such a good girl. lift your hips, c’mon. lemme see…” he coos, voice a warm blend of honey and cinnamon — running through your system and glazing over that part in your brain which controls your pleasure. “you enjoyin’ helping megumi?”

“so much, feels good. see?” you raise yourself off of him, strings of heavy arousal tying your pussy and your tail to the outline of fushiguro’s dick. it wags obediently, the fluffy appendage now heavy and obscenely wet.

the scent of you curls in the summer air, stuffy and enticing. “keep going for me,” yuuji half groans, guttural and proud. “you make gumi cum like this and i promise you’ll get a reward.”

you like the sound of that, swivelling your hips in sinful circles and spreading your slick across the very obvious bulge beneath megumi’s sweats. his shaft sits comfortably between your clothed folds, nestled against your clit lovingly.

“f-fuck… fuck, puppy,” megumi exhales shallowly, breath cracking open with lust. from both being observed and used. “such a good girl for your daddy, huh?”

“isn’t she just perfect?” yuuji muses, sinking into the love seat across the way. legs spread, cock kicking to life at the sight of his two favourites absolutely ruined.

megumi nods dumbly, rose rouge blooming across his cheeks whilst he guides you back and forth on top of him, an orgasm crackling in the tension-thick air. “most perfect puppy ever,” he swallows.’“prettiest puppy and puppycunt ever.”

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You laugh softly, a gentle sound that makes his heartbeat flutter faster. How can someone so cute ask something like that? His fingers flex against your hips ever so slightly, grip tightening.

"No," you admit, hand sliding up his back to play with the hair at the nape of his neck, "'m just curious."

A moment of silence passes between you. You're content to just hold him like this, enjoying the comfort of his body against yours. He's warm and solid underneath you but there's still a softness to his limbs and chest. Like a pillow. Always cradling you and offering you a place to rest.

You would've assumed that Nagi began drifting off, lost in the solace of your arms— if not for the rapid thumping in his chest.

"I just watched whatever was on the first page. Didn't feel like looking for something."

His lazy, mumbled reply makes you grin. If you didn't know him better, you wouldn't bat an eye at his dismissal. But you do know him. And Nagi could easily stop this conversation, could tell you that he doesn't want to talk about it, could even lie and say he doesn't remember to satisfy your inquiry, but he doesn't. He knows you would stop prying and drop it, going back to just enjoying the silence between the two of you in this intimate moment if he asked. You’re sweet like that, considerate.

"Yeah? And what was on the first page?" Your nails scrape gently against his scalp and he lets out another grunt.

“The usual stuff." He answers vaguely despite how it makes his face feel hot, his lips brushing against your neck as he turns his head.

“Like...?" You draw the word out, giggling again at his soft whine.

"Why do you want to know?"

“Told you, Sei. Just wondering." Your hands find their way to his chest, dragging along the fabric of his hoodie languidly. "It tells a lot about a person, don't'cha think?”

“Maybe it was just too much of a hassle to find anything else.” 

“Maybe,” you concede, biting your lower lip to try and stop your smile from spreading more. Another beat of silence and you're pulling away slightly, making Nagi’s head lift up to meet your gaze. Your eyes are sparkling, pupils blown out slightly. “But those videos still got you off, right?”

“I guess.”

“So…?” You try again, pushing for more. Always pushing for more and more.

“Things like, I don't know, blowjobs and spanking. Creampies.” Just uttering those words in front of you makes him feel like a pervert. Though the two of you are no strangers to being intimate with the other, it’s different to talk about them so casually like this. It feels dirty, making Nagi’s ears burn and his pulse quicken. His cock twitches, too.

“Did you like those?”

“Sometimes. ‘m not that picky, too much work otherwise.”

“Did you watch other videos, Sei? Like,” you pause, humming as you think, “roleplaying or anal?”

It's not fair, he thinks. You look so cute, so innocent as if the topic isn't about porn and you're not the one who initiated the conversation. Straddling his lap, your body warm against his, the curve of your waist fitting perfectly in his hands—you're anything but innocent.

“Yeah.” It's all he can manage. Especially when your hands move down his chest, lower and lower.

You palm at his crotch, fingers easily grabbing his semi hard dick through the loose fabric. It throbs underneath your touch. A soft groan leaves Nagi’s lips and you smile to yourself, knowing he's putty in your hands.

“Tell me about them.” 

There's no rhythm or pattern that you're following, just groping at his covered cock, touching him as you please. Playing with him. Feeling him twitch in his sweatpants, hips bucking up slightly to chase your hand.

“Watched a lot of, uh, roleplaying.” Nagi spreads his thighs apart, giving you more room and allowing him to sink back into the couch cushions. You take the hint and grab at his waistband, pulling the elastic down enough for his cock to be freed.

He's warm, still thick and heavy despite not being fully hard yet. His dark eyes watch the way your hand wraps around him, how small you always seem in comparison to him. Nagi knows he's big—both in stature and build, but also with the size of his dick—and it never fails to get his blood pumping south to be reminded of the stark contrast between you and him.

“Yeah?” You encourage, your own gaze fixed on his hardening dick, fingers tracing the veins that run along his shaft. Lowering your voice, you lean closer to him, breath hot against his ear. “Did you watch sexy teachers disciplining their students? Or busty assistants getting railed over a desk?”

“Y-yeah…” Nagi’s cock throbs and his fingers dig into your skin, grounding himself as you slowly jerk him off. The sound of his heartbeat echoes in his ears, a swirl of guilt from admission making him feel hotter than usual. “Stuff like that.”

“What about step siblings? That's popular, right?” 

He doesn't say anything, doesn't have to. His cock jumps in your hand and he bites his lower lip, holding back the groan that threatens to spill out. The corners of your lips curl up in satisfaction.

Jackpot.

“Do you want to try it?” You ask, loosening your grip around him, but still stroking.

“Try what?”

“Do you want me to be your step sister, Seishiro?” Looking up at him through your lashes, you bite your lip, feeling a rush of adrenaline shoot through you at the thought. You didn't have an interest in it before, but seeing Nagi flushed and hard just from talking about it has piqued your curiosity.

He groans softly, his head falling once again to your shoulder. Pulling you closer on his lap, he hides his face, nuzzling into your neck as if that would hide his shame.

“Don’t tease me.” Nagi mutters, mouth moving against your skin, hips jerking up into your hand. His tip is leaking already, the pearly liquid gathering at his slit. He shudders as you swipe your thumb across it. “I just watched it sometimes.”

“I think it's hot.” You throw the words out casually like it's not making his brain fry and turn to static. “My big step brother all hard and desperate for me, teaching me how I should touch him while we stay quiet so we don't get found out.”

“Fuck,” he hisses out, “keep going.”

“Ask me nicely.”

“Please,” he tries again, needy, kissing at your neck.

“That’s not what I meant.”

“S-step sis.” His eyes squeeze shut, eyebrows furrowing together as your hand finally closes around his length. Tight enough to actually feel good instead of just teasing. Your pace is still too slow for his liking, but at least it's something.

“Yes, step brother?” Your voice is like honey, playing up the role of a sweet and doting sister. Nagi hates how much it turns him on.

But, fuck, he doesn't want to stop now.

“Touch me.” His heart thumps against his ribs, the thrill of experiencing this taboo fantasy mixing with the dull thrum of pleasure settling at the base of his spine. It's exciting. The words shaky as they leave his lips, spilling out like a dam breaking. “Please, sis. I need you to touch me.”

“Good boy.” Whispered against his lips, you lean forward, unable to resist giving him what he wants. The kiss is heated, messy. Tasting and taking everything the other has to give, like this is the only chance you'll get.

Your hand moves faster along his length, starting to build a steady rhythm that makes Nagi groan into your mouth. Up and down, up and down, twisting just enough near his tip to make more precum dribble out.

A string of spit snaps against his chin when you part for air, gasping heavily to refill your lungs. Every nerve in his body is lighting on fire, spreading a familiar warmth and hunger throughout. He doesn't think he's ever been this hard in his life.

It's not wrong—not technically—but he knows it's messed up. Pretending that you're his sister instead of his girlfriend, pretending that your touch is forbidden and dirty, it's making it hard to think straight. He's acting on instinct, thrusting up into your fist while he holds you steady on his lap.

“Fuck, squeeze it, baby. Just like that.”

You do as he asks, tightening your grip the way you know Nagi likes, adding your other hand on his aching length.

“Like this, step bro?” The term comes from you so naturally, so perfectly, as if you were meant to do this for him. A puzzle piece that falls right where it needs to be. A compliment to him and his fucked up fantasy. 

“Yeahhh, shit, feels good.” He hisses when you start kissing his neck, teeth lightly dragging down the expanse of skin, giving him another sensation to drown himself in. 

His length throbs, his peak building faster than he wants, but when you're sitting so prettily on his thighs, your hands wrapped around him, and your dirty words dripping with sweetness, he can't fight it.

“Mm, are you gonna cum? Gonna cover your little sister's hands with your load?” He can hear the smile stretched across your lips, feel it in the way you start working your hands faster over him.

This was a game and you won. He didn't even put up a fight.