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Megumi grabbed my hair as I pulled Yuuji's dick out of his briefs, pushing my face into Yuuji’s crotch and forcing me to look up at them. “You want this? Say it out loud” Meg asked softly, contradicting his harsh grip. My eyes flickered between the two, Yuuji looked like he was gonna explode from desperation at any moment, but I still didn’t wanna confess my wants out loud, it seemed too risky. So I just smiled wide with a hum as I pressed my lips against Yuuji’s tip. It seemed to immediately start leaking and my boy couldn’t help but moan softly, Meg nipping at his ear.
Something about the whole scene made me salivate, and it was easy to start dipping my head down, pushing as far as I could go as Meg started controlling my pace. It was hard to breathe at first, but I couldn't be bothered to care, what with the show Yuuji was putting on, writhing below me, “Mmfh, p-please Y/N it’s so good AH.” I wanted to see what would happen when he came, to hear it and taste it. I felt so desperate for it that it scared me. Megumi started pushing me down further, and I was gagging on Yuuji’s pretty dick, moaning around him. If my panties weren’t ruined before, they are now. Every part of me felt hotter and hotter as Yuuji got louder and louder. “Yuujii~ ,” Meg purred as he paused his attack on the boy’s neck, “Are you close? Where do you wanna cum?” God what a pervert.
He sounded so close, so eager he could barely even respond, “Inside please – AH” And who was I to deny him the peak he so desperately wanted? Not when he begged like that. Yuuji seemed to lose control, so impatient he couldn’t help but thrust up to meet my lips. Oh my god I was gonna make him cum, my best friend was going to cum in my mouth.
“I’m close, don't.. Ah! stop Y/N.” I looked up to catch his expression, his eyes could barely stay open as he started spasming in my mouth, unable to speak anything else but broken pleads that sounded like my name. I pushed to keep swallowing around him, and caught the look on Meg’s face watching us, watching me closely, pupils blown out as Yuuji finished in between us. After a moment, I slowed, milking the last bit out as I held eye contact with Meg as I thought about our friendship. No, not thinking about, but worrying. The “cleanup” this time is going to be worse than our past make out sessions. But my thoughts were broken suddenly as I was yanked up by Yuuji, who pulled me into a harsh kiss, licking into my mouth like a starving man, sucking my tongue into his mouth to taste himself.
When I finally had to pull back to breath, Yuuji leaned his forward against mine softly, exhaustion finally hitting him, “Thank you Y/N.” It was all too much, pulling back slowly, I unentangled myself from the boys, not sure what would happen after it was over. Megumi looked at me questioningly, seeming to read my hesitation. “We aren’t finished yet.”
“Speak for yourself,” Yuuji grinned sheepishly, flopping off of Megumi to sprawl across the sheets. He looked tired and satisfied, he'd probably fall asleep quickly. We were all just silent for a moment then. “You haven’t cum yet Y/N, neither have I,” Megumi reminded. Another pause of silence, I couldn’t help but glance down at his jeans. Was taking two dicks in one night too greedy? I giggled, “Don’t you think you’re going a bit far Megumi?”
“Yeah but I haven’t gotten to fuck you yet.” Ok, pause. That’s too far, right?
“You just deepthroated Yuuji’s dick?” he reminded me shamelessly.
“There’s still a line, Megumi! You don’t just start fucking whoever is there the second you’re a little horny”
“Hey, hey Y/N, I know, I understand.” Megumi grabbed my hand softly.
“But we’ve already done this much, what's a little more for the night?” His voice was like silk, seducing me effortlessly.
“And I just really wanna fuck that pretty pussy of yours come on”
I squirmed, his grip still loose around my arm, panties still ruined. Maybe my brain was too oxygen deprived from deepthroating to think properly. “You’ve never even seen it, how can you call it pretty?”
Yuuji laughed loudly, interrupting, “How can it not be pretty Y/N? You’re such a perv Meg”
But we couldn’t.
Stall. Change the topic. Compromise? So many thoughts running through my head it was hard to find the correct answer here. “Megumi… What about a compromise?” He just blinked up at me, eyes narrowing into a grin. Knowing he was winning over my worries.
He pulled me back onto the bed before I regretted my words. “Laydown next to Yuuji.” Yuuji, the shirtless dolt, rolled off his back onto his side to grin at me too. He was basically melted against the sheets, chest rising in slow waves, eyes half-lidded and unfocused. The room smelled like weed and sweat and leftover adrenaline. The high had thinned out into something quieter, calmer, almost too still.
He blinked at me like an affectionate golden retriever.
“C’mere,” he whispered, barely awake, brushing his lips clumsily against my cheek.
Just a soft, lazy kiss. A goodnight kiss.
It should’ve soothed me.
It only made my pulse spike.
He gave another fluttery kiss to my jaw, barely any pressure at all, before his head thunked back down. He was done. He was just… done. Asleep-but-not-asleep, the kind of exhaustion where even lifting his arm would require divine intervention.
Leaving me alone with….
Megumi.
Crawling on top of me. His breathing wasn’t heavy or ragged. He looked collected.
Focused. And too aware.
His eyes tracked me as I pushed my hair behind my ear, trying to act normal even as the air between us thickened into something too intimate to ignore.
Megumi tipped his head slightly.
“You’re somewhere else,” he said quietly.
I swallowed. “No I’m, I’m here.”
“Y/N.” Just my name, but the way he said it made my chest tighten.
“You don’t have to pretend.”
I hated that he could see through me. I hated it because some part of me wanted to hide behind the line I’d drawn for years, that thin boundary that was barely holding on by threads right now.
The line we had shredded tonight.
“I don’t…” My voice cracked. I cleared my throat. “I don’t want things to get weird.”
Megumi didn’t argue. He didn’t scoff. He just looked at me with that steady, maddening calm of his; the one that made me feel like he was taking my pulse through my eyes.
“It doesn’t have to be anything,” he said quietly. “Not right now.”
The worst part was that he might mean it. That he could do stuff with me without any meaning.
The second worst part was that I wanted to believe him.
The bed dipped under his weight as he fully covered me, his palms planting on either side of my shoulders. The lamplight caught his jaw, his cheekbones, the dark look in his eyes. It made my breath catch.
He didn’t kiss me.
He just hovered close enough that I could feel the heat radiating off him.
“If you want to stop,” he murmured, voice low and calm, “touch my chest. I’ll stop. No questions.”
Something in me threatened to splinter. To hold onto the line desperately as I ripped it apart.
I gave a tiny nod.
Yuuji’s fingers absentmindedly stroked my hip, like he wasn’t fully conscious but also fully unwilling to let me go. “Not sleeping,” he mumbled. “Just… resting my eyes.”
Megumi huffed a soft laugh. “Sure.”
The moment somehow loosened a tight knot in me. My shoulders dropped. I exhaled. And when Megumi’s hand slid down my side, slow as honey, my body arched before I could think.
His lips ghosted along my jawline, hovering but not quite touching, letting me chase the contact without giving it away. I didn’t even realize I’d tilted my head toward him until he answered the invitation.
That was all it took.
His fingers slid under the hem of my skirt in the next breath, pushing the fabric up my hips with an ease that made my stomach flip. His touch was slow, confident, almost practiced? As his palms cupped the softest parts of my thighs, kneading gently, coaxing them apart without actually asking.
God. Had he done this before? With who?
The thought barely formed before his mouth found the side of my neck, warm and deliberate, and my brain promptly short-circuited.
Megumi leaned in, inhaled against my skin like he was steadying himself, and then
His thumb pulled my panties aside.
My whole body jolted.
No wonder Yuuji had fallen apart so easily earlier, having someone else’s hands on you really was something else entirely. My breath stuttered, catching embarrassingly in my throat as his fingers finally touched me there, precise and patient and devastatingly aware of every tiny reaction I gave him.
“Relax,” he murmured against my throat, though he sounded far less relaxed than he pretended.
Yuuji shifted beside me, half-awake, arm wrapped around my waist like a warm anchor. His face nuzzled into my shoulder, clueless and perfect and sweet, grounding me just enough to keep me from floating off the bed entirely.
Megumi’s fingers moved again; slow, steady, unhurried. And my hips answered before my mind could.
Heat built fast, too fast, curling low in my belly, climbing up my spine. I tried to bite down on the sound rising in my throat, but Megumi knew. He always knew.
He lifted his mouth from my neck only long enough to drag it lower; past my jaw, past the column of my throat, before sinking his teeth gently into my collarbone.
The world snapped.
My breath fractured into pieces, my back arched, my legs tensed around his hand. The pressure of his teeth, soft but certain, sent everything spiraling. It felt like falling, or rising, or breaking open, something deep and bright and impossible to hold back.
Megumi held me through it, one hand firm on my thigh, the other working me steadily until the heat crested and broke like a wave inside my chest. The room went muffled. Dim. Blurry around the edges.
He didn’t have to say a word.
He didn’t have to name what had just happened.
The bite made it unmistakable.
And afterwards, he didn’t move away immediately.
He stayed close, breath shuddering against my skin, as if steadying himself right alongside me.
He stayed there for a moment, breath uneven against my skin, one hand still steady on my thigh as if he was not ready to let go yet. It felt like the room had tilted, like gravity had shifted around the three of us and left me hanging in the space he had carved open inside my chest.
Then Megumi exhaled, slow and controlled, like he was forcing himself back into his body.
“Go to bed,” he murmured.
Soft. Firm. A command disguised as concern.
I could not even respond. My throat felt too thick, my limbs too loose. Yuuji made a sleepy sound beside me, tightening his arm around my waist like a toddler guarding a stuffed animal. His face squished into my shoulder, breath warm and steady.
Megumi hesitated for a beat before pushing himself off the mattress. The loss of his weight made the bed lift under me, a small reminder that he had been there, above me, touching me, biting me.
He cleared his throat quietly and slid off the edge of the bed. His movements were careful, almost gentle, like he worried a sudden noise might break whatever fragile peace had settled over the room.
The light clicked softly as he turned it off.
Darkness washed over us, warm and heavy, the kind you sink into without thinking.
I felt him move again, not back onto the mattress yet, but close, adjusting the blanket and tucking it around my hip with a gentleness that made my chest ache. He did not say anything else. He did not try to touch me again. He did not push.
He simply made sure I was covered.
He climbed back into bed behind me, close but not crowding, his presence a quiet line of heat at my back.
My eyes closed almost instantly. The exhaustion I had been holding back all night finally caught up to me. Adrenaline drained away, muscles trembling faintly, mind too overloaded to replay anything yet.
Yuuji’s slow breathing hummed against my chest.
Megumi’s warmth traced along my spine.
And for the first time all night, my body surrendered without a fight.