Your gaze stays fixed on your plate as you sit in between them, nudging your food around even though you’re not hungry anymore, your stomach churning in humiliation. Heat crawls up your neck, settling thick and uncomfortable in your cheeks.

You’ve long since made peace with the fact that going down on you is a line that Gyutaro simply isn't going to cross. Considering he spent years marinating in the most misogynistic corners of the internet before you somehow managed to shape him into becoming a functioning boyfriend… well, it tracks. But still, you’d hoped he wouldn't go around telling his friends about it. It’s one thing for the boundary to exist between the two of you, but it's another for it to become public knowledge.

And to make things worse – of course the person who had to hear about it was Tengen.

Tengen Uzui, who’s probably the loudest, most unapologetically women-worshipping guy you’ve ever met. Considering the guy has three girlfriends and talks about each of them like they hung the moon, it was obvious Gyutaro’s little declaration was never going to just sit there quietly and be swept under the rug.

“No, no— hold on.” Tengen cuts in, leaning back in his chair now, studying his friend curiously. “There's no way a guy with a jaw-dropping girlfriend like [y/n] isn’t interested in eating her out.” he says, pointing at you casually.

You shift uncomfortably under his gaze, cheeks heating up even more if that's even possible.

“Yeah well," Gyutaro scoffs. “I'm not into that shit. It’s fuckin’ weird, okay? It's nasty. Whole thing's degrading as hell.” he grumbles, turning his face away as he takes a long drag of his cigarette and exhales a long breath. “Don’t look at me like that. She knows. We’ve talked about it.” he says.

The words come out meaner than he probably intends. You tense, fingers curling slightly around your fork, your eyes tearing up before you can stop it. Tengen goes still, and you wish the ground would just swallow you whole.

"…nasty and degrading." he echoes flatly. He leans forward again, brows pulling together like he genuinely can’t decide if Gyutaro’s fucking with him or just painfully stupid. “...Does she go down on you?”

Gyutaro scoffs like it’s the dumbest question he’s ever heard.

“'Course she does. She’s a girl, ain’t she?” his mouth twists into a crooked smirk. “She loves it.”

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You were only half surprised when Tengen insisted on walking the two of you back to your dorms afterwards, still lecturing Gyutaro the entire way about the so-called 'benefits of eating pussy'.

And when he invited himself inside, announcing he was going to 'educate' him properly, you didn’t even bother objecting.

Within the next twenty minutes you were spread open on your bed with Tengen on his knees - his face deep between your thighs while your very own boyfriend watched from the sidelines.

“Fuck, look at you.” Tengen mutters, breath warm against your pussy as he comes up for air. His hands slide down to grip the backs of your thighs, pushing your knees up and out, opening you wider. "You've been starving for it, haven't you?" he purrs, staring shamelessly before diving in again - his tongue dragging from your entrance to the swollen nub of your clit.

“Tengen!” you whine, part begging, part scolding him.

“Mhmm,” he hums, a low vibrating sound that makes your eyes roll so far back you forget your own name. “I know, baby. Such a shame your boyfriend's missing out on this perfect little pussy, huh? Not a fucking clue how good you taste.”

He redoubles his efforts, feeling the way your body tenses and tightens with each stroke of his tongue, his fingers digging into the soft skin pulling you harder against his mouth. he groans like he’s tasting heaven, mouthing at you sloppily and sucking your clit between his lips until your hips twitch off the bed.

He's clearly trying to get a reaction out of Gyutaro.

Gyutaro, whose pants are becoming awfully tight by the minute.

He's trying so hard to act like he doesn't care, like Tengen's doing both you and him a favor, but fuck. From this perspective, with the filthy slurps and sucks coming from him as he feasts on your pussy like a starving animal… The thought of burying his face between your thighs really doesn't sound so fucking bad.

He watches, shifting uncomfortably in his seat as Tengen leans back just long enough to spit, a thin line of saliva stretching from his lips to your already-soaked pussy before he smears it with a long, deliberate lick. Your hips stutter against his face, cunt pulsing against his mouth as the first telltale tremors of an oncoming orgasm wash over you.

“Ahh—f-fuck yes!” you cry out, hands scrabbling uselessly at the sheets as your back arches off the mattress, every nerve ending on fire. Your head thrashes onto the pillow, skin burning hot knowing Gyutaro is watching.

“...See something you like?" Tengen taunts, unbearably smug as he turns his head just enough to catch Gyutaro in his peripheral. His thumb remplaces his mouth for a second, slow at first then more insistent, each swipe dragging a breathless, whiny sound out of you. “She's fucking dripping, man. You're missing out." he ducks back down, holding your gaze as he latches onto your clit and sucks greedily.

Gyutaro shoots him a glare, taking a longer drag of his cigarette - or what’s left of it. He can't tear his eyes away from your pussy though, his free hand having dropped to his lap to adjust himself, palming and squeezing the bulge that's now pressing insistently against the front of his pants.

Tengen smirks knowingly, continuing his assault on your poor neglected clit while your plump thighs try to clamp around his head. His arms flex as he pushes them back and apart, opening you up for him completely while his thumbs stroke soft circles into the trembling skin just inside. "Fuck, you taste incredible." he groans, eyes half-lidded as he spits again, slicking you some more. He seals his mouth back over your clit, lips and tongue continuing to work overtime between your thighs until you gasp and fist the sheets. "A pussy this sweet should be worshipped every goddamn day." he groans appreciatively between licks. "...Think I could fuck her?” he asks, smirk widening into that stupidly handsome grin he was born with.

He doesn't actually plan on fucking you, of course. He's not trying to steal you from Gyutaro or claim you for himself, he's not that cruel.

No, what he is trying to do is make him snap out of it and finally fucking claim the girl he’s been neglecting out of ignorance and all that incel-poisoned bullshit rattling around in his brain.

The praise works wonders on you though, your pussy visibly fluttering and clenching around nothing. Your hands fly up to cover your face, utterly embarrassed and overwhelmed. Tengen just laughs in response then he's back between your thighs, head shaking side to side as he sucks, savoring every bit of you with obscene groans that vibrate against your pussy. His eyes flick up, watching every twitch on your face as he does.

"F-fuck, Tengen, I— ngh, ohmygod wait, s-slow down—" your whole body jerks. You clutch at his hair, finally feeling bold enough to do so, your hips bucking and writhing against his eager mouth to chase the building pleasure. "please— please, yes—!don’t stop, hah! oh god—”

Gyutaro’s chest heaves, a mixture of jealousy, anger and hunger swirling in his chest. The kind of mixed feelings that come from watching another man worship the pussy he’s been too afraid to touch while you melt, trembling and moaning at finally being given what you’ve begged him for again and again without results.

He inhales sharply, dragging the last hit from his cigarette until the filter almost burns. He exhales the smoke, flicks the butt aside and stands so fast the chair scrapes loudly against the floor.

"Move over. C’mon. Back the fuck off.”

Tengen lifts his head, lips shiny with your slick, looking up at Gyutaro with a slow grin — satisfied and absolutely smug.

“That’s more like it." Then he turns to you.

Your legs are trembling. You're dripping like a fucking faucet, cunt positively weeping with the intensity of your need. Your chest is rising in fast, shallow bursts, already panting and whining from the frustration left by the loss of Tengen's mouth.

But holy shit.

Your boyfriend, your supposedly disgusted, terrified-of-pussy boyfriend is actually about to put his mouth on you...?

Fuck.

The look on your face causes Tengen to chuckle, and he gives your folds a parting lick before looking back up at Gyutaro, who’s watching all of this with blown pupils and a twitch in his jaw. “She’s all yours.” Tengen says casually, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand while he stands.

Gyutaro shoves his shoulder with more force than necessary before kneeling down, yanking your thighs open. He looks at your pussy, pink and swollen from Tengen's assault - and he spits. Whether it's to show disgust or mark his territory, you're not sure. The heat of it alone makes your back arch though, a soft, broken whine spilling out of you.

Tengen settles on the edge of the bed beside your head, the mattress dipping under his weight. His hand slides between your thighs, fingers sure and practiced as he places a steadying thumb right at the top of your clit, lifting the hood just enough to bare the swollen bundle of nerves underneath.

“This,” he says calmly, “is what drives your girl crazy.” his thumb stays where it is, keeping your clit perfectly exposed for him.

Gyutaro glares, his jaw tightening. “I know what a clit is.”

“Do you?” Tengen counters. “Because knowing it exists and knowing what to do with it are two very different things.”

“I’m not a fucking idiot. I've touched it. Just..." he fights off a grimace. "not with my mouth."

Tengen clicks his tongue.

“You’ve denied your girl pleasure because a bunch of braindead incels online told you her genitalia was nasty. And now you're grimacing in front of it. Respectfully, you're a fucking idiot.”

Your eyes flicker between the two of them, a soft, frustrated whine escaping your lips as you cover your face with both hands. Noticing your squirming, Tengen slowly starts circling his thumb and your back arches off the mattress in response, followed by a broken moan.

Gyutaro shoots him another glare but the moment his gaze lowers back to you, it’s gone.

His tongue comes out tentatively - just a quick, hesitant flick that's so different from Tengen's confident, practiced exploration. Your body's response is immediate, a sound somewhere between a laugh and a sob catching in your throat while your hips give a little twitch. Gyutaro swallows, flush rising on his neck and chest as his tongue dips again, a little too fast, pressing deeper, exploring awkwardly as Tengen’s words sink in.

“Slower.” Tengen interrupts again, thumb still holding your clit perfectly exposed. “Flat tongue. Start from the bottom then all the way up to her clit—yeah, like that. That’s it. Theeere it is.”

Gyutaro follows the instructions, flattening his tongue, dragging it up in one long, trembling sweep and your hips give another little jerk of approval, chasing his touch.

“Ngh— hah, fuck, yes…”

Tengen laughs, finally withdrawing.

“See? You're doing it. I knew that stupid caveman brain of yours just needed a jumpstart. Not so nasty now, is it?”

Gyutaro doesn’t argue. He can’t, not when his tongue is already sliding over you again, slower and more deliberate this time, trying to figure out what the hell he’s tasting, what makes you moan, what makes your thighs shake the way they did with Tengen.

He tries circling his tongue around your clit and God, that does something to you.

His fingers dig into your thighs as he dives in again, this time with more confidence, a pathetic moan slipping when your hands tangle in his hair and tug at the strands. He nuzzles deeper, breathing hot and heavy as he shoves his face into you, nose brushing your mound as he flattens his tongue and drags it upward. He groans, an involuntary sound that vibrates straight through your clit - his hips staring to rut against the bed, suddenly desperate for friction.

Eventually, his hands slide from your thighs to hook under them and grab your hips, fingers digging into the soft skin pulling you harder against his mouth. He can feel your muscles clenching, the way your stomach tenses and tightens with each stroke of his tongue, each suckle of his lips, the sounds you make spurring him on.

Off to the side, Tengen sits where Gyutaro had been just moments before, smug as hell - ignoring the raging boner straining in his pants.

“She’s close. You keep doing that and she’ll come so hard it'll make you never want to come up for air again.”

He's right. You’re shaking so hard your toes curl, so hard you’re gripping his hair like it’s the only thing anchoring you to the bed. And as much as Gyutaro hates to admit it...there's nothing remotely nasty about what's happening right now. Every warning he’d ever stumbled across online, every Reddit thread claiming women "taste bad" or "smell awful" down there is already long forgotten.

So he doubles down, tongue pressing, circling, sucking, moaning, trying to make up for every year he wasted thinking eating pussy was gross. He sucks at your clit, tongue flicking in short bursts trying to mimic what he saw Tengen do - and it works. Gyutaro swears he can feel your heartbeat pulsing against his tongue.

"Fuck! Fuck, baby, right there—” you gasp, your words tumbling over each other as your fingers curl tighter in his hair. “you're doing s-so good— yes! stay, stay right there, rightthererightthererightthere—!” your hips buck up to meet his tongue, breath coming in short, desperate pants. “Don’t stop, don't stop, you’re doing so f-fucking good— I love you, i'm so close— fuck, I love you—!”

You feel it coiling low in your belly, the familiar, burning warmth that Gyutaro has only brought to you with his cock so far. You can feel his breathing growing heavier, feel his hips humping into the mattress as he moans into you. His hands roam over your thighs, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh, tears pricking at your eyes from the overwhelming intensity of it all.

He's found his rhythm now, shameless moans slipping from his lips and sending the most delicious vibrations up your spine. Your juices are coating his face, dripping down his chin and he doesn't seem to care about the mess. If anything, it seems to fuel him.

Meanwhile Tengen finally gives in and unzips his pants with a groan, his eyes never leaving the sight in front of him as he wraps a hand around his rock-hard cock, thumb brushing over the head as he strokes himself. He tips his head back with a breathy, almost delighted laugh, and he mumbles something under his breath that you don't quite catch. You’re suddenly hyperaware of everything - the wet glide of Gyutaro’s mouth, the way his fingers dig into your thighs, the quiet, broken sounds Tengen can’t seem to stop making as he watches you unravel.

Fuck... You'll have to thank him for that later.

When your orgasm hits, your thighs lock tight around Gyutaro’s head - hips arching off the bed as a cry tears from your throat. Your fingers yank at his hair so carelessy it’s probably painful by now, but Gyutaro just groans into you, tongue still working, prolonging every twitch and flutter.

It's only when your legs start trembling from overstimulation, hands pushing weakly at his shoulders that he finally lifts his mouth from you with a reluctant exhale.

And when he stands, when he shoves his pants and boxers down his thighs to free his throbbing cock and line himself up with you despite Tengen still watching — you let him, body humming and pliant beneath his touch, still floating on that endorphin high and somehow twice as madly in love with every stupid, endearing inch of him.