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For once in his entire life, Jounouchi isn’t the loudest person in the room. Right now, at 2am on a Saturday morning, that honor is given to Ryou who is loudly accusing Honda of cheating.

“You can’t cheat in Connect Four!” Honda tries to explain, but Ryou is far too drunk to be receptive to reason.

“You have more pieces than I do, it’s cheating.”

“ Look, an extra piece in my pile doesn’t affect a four in a row, oh my god– ”

Honda and Bakura sit cross-legged on the floor with Yugi sprawled beside them cackling. He’s wiping tears from his eyes and Anzu is trying to stifle her own giggles. Up on the couch, Otogi is taking a bizarre assortment of selfies, and beside him Jounouchi is fiddling with his phone.

The pack of beer Jounouchi smuggled from his dad is empty, and the friends share a pleasant buzz as a result. Battle City is truly and finally over, and for the first time in a long time, they can just be stupid teens again.

“You can’t just make up the rules! Who do you think you are, Kaiba?”

“That’s it! You’re going down!”

Honda jumps over the game to stronghold Ryou, who pitifully attempts to fight back. Yugi, still laughing himself to tears, tries to pry Honda’s arms from around Ryou’s neck with Otogi’s help. Anzu is leaning against the base of the couch and looks up to catch Jounouchi’s eye. She expects to see him delighted with the joke at Kaiba’s expense, but instead he’s still distracted with his phone. He’s typing something fast and hiding a smile.

Anzu pushes herself from the ground and flops down next to him, the reverb from her bounce nearly knocking the phone from Jounouchi’s fingers.

“Watch it,” he warns.

“Wutcha doing?” Anzu asks, sneaking a glance at the screen. 

Jounouchi quickly pockets the phone. “Nothing,” he says too quickly, cheeks turning pink. 

“Humm.” Anzu looks at her other friends occupying the floor. They aren’t paying her and Jounouchi any attention but Anzu lowers her voice anyways. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re texting a girl. ”

The look on Jounouchi’s face tells Anzu she is spot on. “Gotcha!” She giggles and pokes him in the side. “Chill out, I won’t tell.” Her expression changes to something a little too knowing and mischievous. “Mai, right?”

“Yea– I mean no!” Jounouchi frantically tries to shuffle away from Anzu but is caught by the arm of the couch. “Look, it’s nothing. I’m just texting a friend. That’s all.”

Anzu snorts loudly and it’s enough to garner Yugi’s attention. He looks at them innocently. “Hey, Jou, wanna play me next? Or maybe you want a turn, Anzu?” Yugi looks to Anzu with a dream-like quality in his gaze, probably only due in part to the alcohol.

Jounouchi jumps from the couch and pats his pocket looking for his cigarettes. “Nah, need a smoke break. But I’m sure Anzu is game. Back in a minute.” He makes a hasty exit to the balcony down the hall. Yugi shrugs and turns hopefully towards Anzu. She blinks at Jounouchi’s retreating form.

“Uh…No, I gotta…confiscate Jounouchi’s cigarettes.” Anzu pushes herself up from the couch and hastily chases after Jounouchi.

—-

Jounouchi leans heavily onto the rail, arms dangling over the sides and an unlit cigarette held loosely between his lips. The balcony has an unspectacular view of the building next door, so Jounouchi stares upwards to the cloudy night sky.

“I can’t remember the last time I saw you think so hard about something,” Anzu jokes, leaning into the rail next to him. She changes her tone to something more gentle. “Is everything alright? I was just teasing you in there, you know. I didn’t mean anything by it.”

Jounouchi takes the cigarette from his mouth and twirls it in his fingers. “It’s nothing, Anz’. Just needed some air.”

But Anzu is confident in her ability to read all her friends' feelings.

“I know she likes you,” Anzu tries. “If you wanna talk about it, or even if you just need girl advice, I can help.”

Jounouchi purses his lips as if weighing something and then sighs, slumping further into the railing. “God, Anzu, I’m so in love with her I don’t know what to do with myself. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. But how’s a schmuck like me supposed to impress a girl like that? ” Jounouchi sticks the cigarette back in his mouth and starts digging in his pocket for a lighter.

“You can start by quitting this disgusting habit,” Anzu says, snatching the cigarette from Jounouchi’s mouth and tossing it over the side of the balcony.

“That was my last one!” Jounouchi laments sadly, watching it tumble to the dirty cement below. “Come on, I’m depressed over here.”

Anzu smacks Jounouchi’s shoulder. “Moron. You’re not depressed, you’re lovesick.”

“Same difference.” Jounouchi shrugs.

“Jou, you don’t need to impress Mai, she already likes you. I bet you she’s been waiting for you to make a move this entire time.”

Jounouchi kicks at the railing, then digs his phone out of his pocket. He taps a few buttons and hands it over to Anzu.  “This is private, by the way,” he says, looking seriously into her eyes. She takes the phone and is surprised to see Jounouchi’s message history open, his conversation with Mai ready for her to read. She didn’t think he’d let her in this much. But perhaps the alcohol is affecting him more than he lets on.

Mai: [a selfie winking flirtatiously]

Jou: Got something in your eye?

Mai: haha funny.

Jou: :P

Jou: U look great! U always look great.

Mai: It’s a new lip shade! Ruby red. It reminded me of a certain card of yours ;)

Jou: When r u coming back 2 Domino?

Mai: Oh I don’t know… a month. Maybe two?

Mai: Depends on whether I qualify for that tournament in Bali

Jou: U’ll qualify.

Mai: Hmm

Mai: But if I qualify then you won’t see me for a while.

Anzu raises her eyebrows and looks at Jounouchi incredulously. He’s watching her with bated breath.

“Are you guys...already dating?” she asks, completely confused.

Embarrassment colours Jounouchi’s face “No! No. I want to though... And I know... I think she likes me too–” Anzu levels Jounouchi with an expression that says no shit – “-but like I said, Anzu, I really don’t know how to impress a girl like that. You know…biblically.”

It takes Anzu a moment.

Ok, Jounouchi is definitely drunk if he’s confessing this level of insecurity. Anzu opens her mouth to reassure him, but only “uhh” comes out.

Jounouchi folds his arms on the railing and buries his head in his arms. The tips of his pink ears peek through. He groans. “Mai is this amazing, experienced woman, Anzu. Just a month ago, she was dating that movie star guy. Meanwhile, I’ve never even had a girlfriend before.” Jounouchi scrubs a hand through his already messy hair. “The fact a bombshell like that is even interested in me is nuts.” Anzu silently agrees but doesn’t comment on it. “I just don’t want to fuck it up. I wish I had at least some experience, y’know?”

Anzu purses her lips. It would be so easy to be supportive with something like “we all start out inexperienced” or “Mai wouldn’t look down on you for something like that” but Jounouchi does have a point: Mai is experienced. Anzu, being a virgin herself, sympathises with the worry of being inadequate. She puts a supportive hand on his shoulder. “Hey, I get it. Sometimes I feel the same way.” Jounouchi looks at her with skepticism but she continues “Like, what if my first boyfriend is disappointed with me? Oh my god, and what if he can’t even get it up because I look weird or something–”

Jounouchi snorts a laugh. “Don’t be crazy, Anzu. Any guy would be lucky to have you. You’ve got a great set of tits.”

Anzu blushes angrily and kicks Jounouchi’s leg, folding her arms protectively in front of said ‘great tits.’ “ Rude.” 

But Jounouchi just snickers. He straightens his posture and looks back to the sky. “I just wanna blow her mind,” Jounouchi says quietly. “I just wanna be the best man she’s ever had.”

Maybe it’s the magical glow from someone fallen in love or the alcohol burning through her veins, but when Anzu looks at Jounouchi’s sharp profile, she sees for the first time the handsome young man he’s turning into. The cool crisp night air tingles on her skin, making her feel light and pleasant and she thinks to herself, Why not?

“Um… Jounouchi?”

“Hm?” Jounouchi looks at her. A streetlamp backlights his bleached hair into a golden halo.

The words rush from Anzu’s mouth. “Look, I’m not interested in you and you’re not interested in me, but we have the same kinda dilemma, and maybe–”

“Woah, Anzu, slow down. What the hell are you talking about?” Jounouchi scrunches his face in confusion and scratches his head. Anzu takes a deep breath and tries again. “Jounouchi, why don’t we practice with each other?’

Jounouchi stares at her dumbly. “Practice what?”

“Sex.”

Jounouchi mouths back the word “sex” and blinks owlishly at Anzu. When it clicks, he reacts loudly, “I– You? What?! Anzu!”

“ Shhh, dummy! Don’t let the others hear! Listen, it would be a no strings attached kind of thing, yeah? Mutually beneficial. And, like, not sex sex. But maybe like...hands and stuff? Oral?”

“Oral?!” Jounouchi yells, and Anzu pushes her hands over his mouth.

“Oh my god, Jounouchi, would you calm down?! Look, it’s not a big deal, ok. Yes or no?”

Anzu looks earnestly into Jounouchu’s face, willing him to think over her offer seriously. He stares back at her with something between panic and bewilderment. He lifts his hands to her wrists and gently removes her hands from his mouth. He swallows nervously, breaking eye contact. At this closeness, Anzu can see a mix of emotions flit across Jounouchi’s too-expressive face. She feels his strong, calloused hands gently squeeze her thin wrists. It’s as if he’s feeling for the first time just how delicate she is.

He steps away, turning back to the street.

“Anzu, I can’t do that with you.”

Anzu is not sure if she is relieved or disappointed. She lets out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding. She knows she should give Jounouchi a little more credit, but she can’t help but be surprised. It wasn’t too long ago he was regularly flipping up her skirt at school. Weirdly, that memory tugs at her heart.

“Ok,” she says. “That’s ok. It was a stupid idea. Besides, it was pretty presumptuous of me to–”

“No, Anzu. It wasn’t a stupid idea. It was… You’re great. You’re really great. I just can’t do that to Yugi, y’know?”

Oh.

That doesn’t sit right with Anzu.

“That’s not fair, Jou. This isn’t about Yugi. This is about me and you figuring the messy stuff out together so we can impress the people we actually like.” Anzu crosses her arms.

Jounouchi squints at her, “So you do like him?”

Anzu turns her head away. “The point, Jou, is that this deal only works because we feel nothing but platonic feelings towards each other. Nobody else needs to know, ever. If you tell anyone, I’ll kill you.”

Jounouchi snorts, then looks at Anzu with nothing but fondness in his eyes. He wraps his arms around her and gives her an appreciative squeeze. “Thank you, Anzu, it really means a lot that you’d offer me something like that.” He steps back, still holding her shoulders, and smirks. “That was just the ego boost I needed!” He laughs dumbly and Anzu fondly stomps on his foot.

“Come on, let’s get back to the party.” He drapes an arm around her shoulder and steers her back inside where their friends' laughter can be heard through the walls. It’s still a no, but Anzu is grateful for Jounouchi nonetheless. 

—-

Three weeks later, Anzu is laying on her bed, feet in the air, leisurely flipping through a magazine, when she receives a text from Jounouchi.

Jou: I’m dying

Anzu: ??

Jounouchi texts Anzu a photo of Mai’s new promo photography for the Bali tournament. Anzu nearly falls off her bed when she sees the photo. It’s a stunning poster of Mai wearing only a Duel Disk and a tiny white bikini with ocean foam lace. Her long blonde hair is twisted beautifully around her face and her large breasts are front and centre. Anzu squints.

Anzu: ok her boobs aren’t THAT big. That’s totally photoshopped

Jou: you know for a fact her boobs are SO that big.

Anzu: augh, bye.

Jou: No no wait!

Jou: I’ve been thinking about what you said the other day

The colour drains from Anzu’s face. She stares down at her phone, watching the ellipses bounce. The day after the pseudo-party, she woke up mortified at the drunken offer she had suggested to Jounouchi. What was she thinking? She had been so grateful that he hadn’t mentioned it since, giving her at least that small dignity.

Jou: That I should just ask Mai out.

Relief floods Anzu.

Anzu: did you?

Jou: yeah. 

Anzu: AND?

Jou: right after the Bali tournament, I’m taking her on a date.

Anzu squeals in delight for her friend. She hits the ‘call’ button and when the phone line connects she yells, “Congratulations!” into the receiver before Jounouchi has a chance to say hello.

“Jounouchi, this is huge !”

From the other end of the phone, Jounouchi chuckles nervously, but still manages to sound happy.

“Yeah… I guess it is pretty huge, eh?” He laughs stupidly and Anzu wants to kick him and hug him at the same time.

“But uh... I was also thinking about that other thing you said….”

Anzu freezes mid-happy dance. 

“Anzu, is that offer still on the table?”

—--

Going to Jounouchi’s place was out of the question given his dad’s unpredictable mannerisms, so Anzu offers a night at her place when she knows her parents are out of town. 

She paces around the living room of her small apartment fidgeting nervously. She showered–twice–and put on a simple blouse and skirt. She had considered wearing something a little more sexy to set the mood, but the thought of Jounouchi’s pervy smile when met with her lace underwear immediately made her change her mind.

The loud buzz of her apartment doorbell tells her Jounouchi is here. She presses the telecom and tells him to, “Come on up, door is open.” 

It’s just Jounouchi.

Stupid, annoying, loyal, and cute in a puppy dog kind of way, Jounouchi. One of her best friends. Not a big deal. Right?

Earlier on the phone when they had awkwardly fumbled through the terms of their agreement, Jounouchi had told her, “I don’t need you to do anything for me, just let me practice going down on you and give me some pointers, yeah?”

Anzu was about to receive oral from Jounouchi. She was letting him practice on her for his date with Mai. She smacks her forehead and asks herself, “The hell am I doing?”

She hears a nervous “Ojamashimasu” from the foyer and heads over in time to see Jounouchi tucking his sneakers away. He looks...nice. She realizes he brushed his wild hair for once.

“Hey,” she says.

“Hi,” he says back.

The tension is palpable.

Anzu puffs out her cheeks and sets her hands on her hips. “Well, come in already!” she says, trying to dispel some of the awkwardness. 

Jounouchi smiles appreciatively. “Yes boss!” He salutes and follows her inside.

But once they get to the living room, the nervousness comes back.

Jounouchi eyes her small but clean family home.“Um… Where should…we...?”

“My room,” Anzu says quickly, leading the way. 

She doesn’t hear Jounouchi following behind her, so she turns around questioningly, and sees him looking a little lost.

“It’s this way,” she says, pointing down the hall.

Jounouchi scratches his elbow. “I’ve never been in a girl’s room before.”

Anzu looks unimpressed. “And if you keep stalling, you never will be.”

Jounouchi blinks at Anzu’s impatience and laughs. Her familiar bossy personality is reassuring to him. “Didn’t know you were so desperate to get some of this,” he says, pointing his thumbs obnoxiously at his chest and doing something weird with his jaw. Anzu takes off a slipper and chucks it at Jounouchi’s head.

“That’s strike one,” she warns, and disappears into her room.

Jounouchi shuffles in after her, gaze flickering quickly over every surface. He looks at her pink walls, rack of organized clothes, stack of magazines, and full length mirror. He looks everywhere but her. He crinkles his nose a little, “It smells in here,” he says.

Anzu’s other slipper hits him on the head. “Strike two,” she says, crossing her arms.

“I didn’t say it smells bad, ” Jounouchi whines, “it just smells like girl .”

Anzu raises an eyebrow.

“Y’know…flowery n’ shit.” Jounouchi bites the inside of his cheek and finally looks at Anzu. “S’nice.”

Anzu studies him. “Come on,” she says, and makes her way to the bed. Jounouchi eyes the pastel sheets wearily but takes a seat next to her. Anzu can smell the faint scent of soap on him. 

“So...how should we...?”

Jounouchi is trying so hard to be nonchalant, but she can hear the tremor in his voice  and see the red flush climbing his neck. Suddenly she feels guilty putting him in this awkward situation with her. Deciding quickly, Anzu leans forward and presses her soft cherry lips to Jounouchi’s chapped ones. His mouth forms a soft ‘oh,’ but she urges forward, overwhelming him with her scent and sweetness. When he finally understands that he is being kissed , he jerks his hands up to grip her shoulders and knocks her legs in the process. He tries his best to kiss back, but opens his mouth too wide and clacks his teeth against hers. Anzu tries to regain control but ends up bumping Jounouchi’s nose with hers, hard. They both lean back with an “ow” and when they catch each other rubbing their respective noses, they start giggling.

“Here, try leaning your head a bit that way, yeah, like that. And maybe with your hands…”Anzu taps Jounouchi’s wrists, motioning for him to grip her. With one hand he cradles the back of her head, and with the other he grips her hip. He tests the firmness of her body with a squeeze and Anzu’s stomach does a funny little flutter. This time when Jounouchi kisses her, he manages to take her breath away.

They’re kissing.

It’s still a little awkward and they don’t quite have a rhythm yet, but it’s nice. 

And the longer they kiss, the more heat builds between them.

They release with a gasp for breath, foreheads touching and eyes closed. Anzu tongues the tiny string of spittle that keeps their lips connected and snaps it.

She pushes away from Jounouchi, shuffles further up her bed, and lies back on her pillows. She bends her knees carefully and looks at Jounouchi with half-lidded eyes. Miraculously, Jounouchi gets the hint and scrambles up after her. 

Anzu trails her fingers down the front of her skirt “Do you want...?” she asks, pinching the fabric of her skirt in implication.

“Oh. Yeah… Um. Maybe you should?” he defers shyly. He doesn’t feel emotionally ready to undress a woman yet.

Anzu frowns. “You know, you’re gonna need to be a little more confident if you want to impress a certain someone.” Anzu pouts haughtily. “Girls like it when a man takes the lead, y’know.”

Jounouchi’s cheeks pinken. “Right,” he says, and leans forward.

Anzu separates her legs to give him enough room to settle between them. He places a hand on each thigh just above her knees and gently squeezes. A “woah” drops silently from his mouth when he feels just how soft and creamy Anzu’s thighs are. 

His fingers disappear under her skirt and she can feel him trace the seam of her panties. He looks up at her through his bangs, honey brown eyes silently asking permission. She nods.

He pushes her skirt up to reveal the simple white cotton panties with a tiny pink bow sitting in the centre of the elastic. He hooks his fingers into her underwear and she watches his mesmerized expression as he slowly reveals the dark soft patch of her pubic hair. Jounouchi swallows an aroused groan and pulls the panties all the way off. He’s staring straight at her naked sex. He scrubs a hand over his eyes and makes a frustrated noise.

“W-what’s wrong?” Anzu asks, trying to keep the panic from her voice. On reflex, she tries to close her thighs.

“It’s not fair, Anzu. This is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, but it’s you .”

Anzu kicks her foot at Jounouchi’s chest. “That sounds awfully close to a strike three.”

He looks at her with pleading eyes. “It’s a compliment, you dingbat. I’m getting seriously flustered over here! I think I need a minute.”

“Nuh-uh, I don’t think so! You finish what you started right now.” Anzu’s face is burning red from the compliment and being exposed.

“Augh, fine!” Jounouchi reaches for Anzu’s patch of dark hair and she jumps when his rough fingers connect with her delicate skin. She wasn’t expecting even the area above her pussy to be so sensitive.

“Ok?” Jounouchi asks, eyeing her carefully. He’s pleasantly surprised by how soft her hair feels. He pets his fingers through it, his thumb resting close to her slit. His touch is like fire.

Anzu swallows. “Yeah.”

Jounouchi traces his fingers down the side of her pubic bone, feeling how the flesh gives way to something softer and squishier the closer he gets to her slit. The plump lips of her pussy are impossibly pink and tight. Jounouchi has watched a lot of porn, but he doesn’t think he’s ever seen a pussy look so beautiful. Anzu begins to tremble.

Blood rushes to his groin so fast he feels light headed. He’s so uncomfortably hard in his jeans that he immediately regrets telling Anzu he didn’t want the favour returned. Chivalry be damned, he feels like the biggest fucking idiot. Lying on his stomach, he presses his hips hard into Anzu’s sheets and sucks in a breath at the sweet pressure.

Middle and pointer finger in a V shape, he parts Anzu’s pussy to get a proper look inside her. Her tiny pussy tries to clench back against the cool air, but it’s helpless against his touch and he can’t explain why that turns him on so much. He gently massages his fingers up and down her lips, eliciting a soft moan from Anzu.

“I got you,” he says in an uncharacteristically husky voice. It sends something tingling up Anzu’s spine and down to her toes.

“Just do it already,” she begs.

Jounouchi smooths his other hand over her hip, and rubs his thumb over the sharp point of her hip bone. He leans forward and presses the flat of his hot tongue against the length of her slit and Anzu immediately folds at her hips. “Ah!” she cries, trying to buck away, but Jounouchi’s grip on her hip keeps her in place. He laps at her slit again and again.

Anzu eyes roll into the back of her head. She fists her sheets tightly. “J-Jounouchi! Gentle, please–” He presses his nose into the soft hairs of her pubic bone and kisses her cunt gently, almost soothingly. She can feel him smelling her, tasting her, and the thought drives her so wild that she begins to leak.

“You taste amazing,” he says. “Tell me what to do. ”

His hot breath against her pussy is making it impossible to think. He rubs his chapped wet lips over her folds, and dips the tip of his tongue inside her velvet walls. 

“Fu~ck,” Anzu moans. She reaches a hand down to frame her clitoris with two fingers.

“Th-this top part here, that little bump– yeah, that. Focus on that.” 

Jounouchi wraps his lips around her clit and “--Ouch!”

Anzu angrily hits Jounouchi on the head.

“What I’d do?!” he asks, genuinely confused.

“You bit me!” Anzu grouches., “That’s the most sensitive part, you can’t bite it!”

“S-sorry. It was an accident.”

“If you accidently do that to Mai, I guarantee she’ll kick you to the curb.”

Jounouchi opens his mouth then closes it, looking a little lost. He blinks for a moment and says, “Right, Mai. Sorry, Anz, won’t happen again.”

He wets his lips and delicately presses them back to her clit, sure to be careful of his teeth. He sucks but slows his pace when Anzu hisses. He closes his eyes and just feels her in his mouth: her shape and her warmth. Anzu’s voice begins to rise, tiny whimpers falling helplessly from her mouth. The sound of her pleasure is its own form of aphrodisiac. As he nurses her sex, her hips start to move at their own rhythm which finds its way down Jounouchi’s body to where his hips grind into her bed. 

God, it feels so good.

Anzu’s body feels like a bent bow, so close to snapping. It’s so overwhelming but the feeling is addictive and she wants more. 

“Oh my god, Jou, it feels so good.”

Without thinking to ask permission, Jounouchi reaches a hand up Anzu’s loose blouse and squeezes at her breast. The fabric of her bra is thin enough that her erect nipple pokes through and Jounouchi pinches overzealously at the little nub. Pleasure shoots down Anzu’s stomach, flooding her crotch with a deep and intense warmth. She can feel a crescendo starting to build, sharp and fast and terrifying. She’s never felt this before and it’s too late when she realizes something is off.

In a quick moment of panic, she gasps, “Stop! Oh my god, stop ! I think– think I’m gonna pee–”

Jounouchi falters. “W-what?” He looks up with pupils still dilated from pleasure and lips glistening from Anzu’s juices. His brow crinkles in confusion, but it’s already happening.

Anzu’s body goes taut for a moment. Pleasure concentrates unbearably at her clit before erupting from her core. Her muscles convulse and her adorable pussy spits clear slick on Jounouchi’s face with each little spasm. She’s not peeing, she’s squirting. She shudders from the full body feeling of release, tears finally slipping free from her eyes. 

When she finishes, her pussy still twitches from the force of her orgasm and Jounouchi groans loudly and buries his face back into her wet folds. She bucks and cries, still so sensitive, but Jounouchi is desperate to taste her cum. Arousal has consumed his mind, and he’s rocking into her sheets, humping himself painfully hard against the zipper of his jeans. White hot pleasure consumes him.

He shutters and gasps as his own orgasm rocks through him. It takes him a minute to come down from the high, and when it’s done, he collapses on the sheets beside Anzu. The room is silent save for the sound of the teens catching their breaths. Their sweat begins to cool and with it comes cold clarity.

They just had sex.

Well, almost sex , Anzu thinks to herself. But she feels a little silly for trying to dissuade the weight of their actions when both of them are breathing hard post-orgasm. 

Jounouchi shifts uncomfortably in his jeans.

“I...um...” he says. Neither of them really know what to say. It felt incredible, but now that it’s over, the feeling is a little cold. More than anything, Anzu wants to curl into Jounouchi’s warm body to feel reassured, but they aren’t dating. This is only practice.

“I, uh– gotta run to the bathroom. One sec.” Jounouchi rolls from the bed, joints cracking as he does so. “Where is it?”

“Down the hall and to the left,” Anzu replies.

Jounouchi shuffles across the floor, his cum sticking uncomfortably inside his underwear. “Thanks.”

When he returns to the room, Anzu is sitting up on her bed with her clothes smoothed back into place. She looks a little scared and something in Jounouchi finally clicks. He feels responsible for her feelings and he realizes that this is the moment when he proves himself as a man worthy of a woman. He takes a seat beside her and wraps her in his arms, pushing her head to the crook of his neck. Anzu melts into the hug, and he can feel relief flood her body.

“That was amazing, Anzu. You’re amazing. Thank you,” he says into her soft brown locks. Anzu wraps her delicate arms around his waist and squeezes back. “No, you’re amazing. I can’t even think straight.”

Jounouchi swells with pride and a smile tugs at his lips. He was worried he wouldn’t be able to satisfy her. Anzu’s admission is like a weight off his shoulders.

“I’m sorry at the end there I got a little carried away, but when you started to squirt–”

Anzu squawks and pushes away from Jounouchi, burying her red face in her hands. “Oh my god, don’t say it! I’m so embarrassed, I didn’t mean to–”

“Anzu, that was like– so sexy.”  

Anzu peeks an eye from between her fingers in disbelief, but Jounouchi looks so genuinely giddy that Anzu can’t help but believe him. “Really?” she asks.

He nods enthusiastically. “From one bro to another, you have the hottest pussy I’ve ever seen.”

The compliment is so vulgar and ridiculous that Anzu can’t help but start laughing. She throws her head back and tells him to shut up, but her eyelashes are wet with tears and her laugh infectious as Jounouchi joins in.

When they calm down, she looks at him with nothing but fondness and love for her friend.

“Jou,” she says, “you’re the best.”

—-

Two months later–after the Bali tournament–Jounouchi texts Anzu a picture. It’s a selfie of him smiling ear to ear with dimpled cheeks. Beside him, Mai is attempting to kiss his cheek, but it looks like she is caught mid-laugh. Both their cheeks are pink with happiness.

It’s such a beautiful photo of the two of them.

“What are you smiling at?” Yugi asks from beside her. It’s Sunday afternoon and Anzu and Yugi are on their way to the arcade. She shows him the photo and Yugi’s happy smile is a reflection of her own.

“Way to go, Jou!” He laughs and shakes his head, “I still can’t believe they’re dating.”

Anzu squeezes Yugi’s hand, her eyes sparkling. “Nah, they were made for each other. Now, come on, we’ve got our own date to get to.”

Fin.