Privacy? Never Heard of Her. (Pt 2)
♡ synopsis: imagining roommates megumi and yuji... but this time they're a little too considerate
☆ starring: roommate!megumi x afab!reader x roommate!yuji
✧ content: MDNI !!! aged up megumi and yuji, college au, apartment roommates, slight emotional angst but not much, real brief groveling bc we know what we all really came for, smut, threesome, dirty talk, some petnames, oral (f and m receiving), a quick trip to paris, doggy style, riding, multiple orgasms for the lucky reader, creampie x2 . Word count: 8k
𓃺 bunny's notes: this actually had me going crazy for 72 hours both in a good and bad way. sorry if it's a bit long and/or draggy at parts, i got a bit carried away. hope it was worth the wait and if not.... i'll get on my knees and beg for your forgiveness i swear. enjoy!!! (:
You can find part one here
Things started to change between you and the boys after your little… reminder that you were a woman. Besides the fact that you were finally able to shower in complete privacy.
You noticed that they didn’t just leave you alone during your shower time now. They started to leave you alone all of the time.
Like literally all of the time.
You never saw Yuji anymore. You heard him still, a lot. He couldn’t be quiet if his life depended on it.
You heard him yelling all of the time from his room, where he’s been locking himself away to spam video games anytime he wasn’t in class. The few times he was brave enough to venture out of his room and around the apartment, he knocked aggressively on the wall or door of any room before he entered because god forbid you were in one of them.
It was getting quite obnoxious actually. You’ll hear the bang! bang! bang! of his fists even on the wall of the kitchen at 2am before he ‘sneaks’ in there to heat up some food.
When he did find himself in the same room as you, he refused to make any eye contact or even look in your direction. You could stand right in front of him and he’ll just look at the floor and walk around you like you weren’t even there.
And speaking directly to you? Hah, forget it.
He may be loud as a default setting, but it was radio silence when it came to you.
He even broke Megumi’s second favorite mug as well, just because you tried to speak to him. (Much to poor Megumi’s dismay.) Yuji was blocking the counter one morning two days after the your little shower incident, hunched over it eating his leftovers from the night before.
“Hey Yuji, could you please hand me a bowl?”
When he heard your voice, he jumped so high it was cartoonish, sending the mug he was drinking out of flying off the counter with his elbow. Tea and shattered glass went everywhere.
You attempted to bend down to help him clean it up-
“I got it.” Yuji snapped at you.
That was the first- and last- time the two of you spoke in the past three weeks.
Megumi- he was the opposite.
You saw Megumi a lot, especially at night. He was constantly pacing around the apartment adorned in his usual attire of all emo-esque clothing. He was like an apparition that haunts the place in the dark.
Honestly, it was kind of freaking you out and you wish you didn’t see him doing that so much.
He would at least look at you, sort of. It was more like he was looking straight through you. His eyes were never focused on you really. It’s like you were invisible to him.
Megumi even let you talk to him without nearly jumping out of his own skin, unlike Yuji. But he never replied. You learned that within one day of the shower incident.
You never heard him shouting from his room at his monitor, also unlike Yuji. You never heard him at all.
Eventually, you stopped talking to him. There’s no point when it was just going to be a one-sided conversation.
You assumed Megumi and Yuji were still talking to each other normally, but if they were, they did it out of your earshot.
The apartment that was once so lively and constantly full of noise felt like it was dead inside now. This place used to be your solace outside of campus, but now you hate coming home.
It didn’t even feel like that anymore. You were beating yourself up inside, worried you ruined everything.
I mean, you agree that it probably wasn’t the best to flash both of them and show off all of your goodies. You understand that it made them uncomfortable and you’d understand some avoidance for a bit, but this?
I mean jeez, you thought you had a pretty nice rack actually.
It’s been nearly a month. Are they really going to throw away that long of a friendship over your impulsive, stupid actions?
You miss your best friends so much. At this point, you’d do anything to have them barge in you in the shower one more time.
You can’t believe things have somehow come to this, but you started looking at other apartment listings online.
The semester is going to be finished in a few weeks. You can’t imagine trying to live here throughout the entire summer while both of them are ignoring you without the distraction of your classes.
Sure, you have all the privacy in the world now. But it’s too much.
You still haven’t even been able to make use of that detachable showerhead because you’ve been too damn depressed about your current situation.
You’d honestly rather go broke trying to pay more in rent each month than keep living here under the suffocating regret over ruining the best friendships you’ve ever had. Over something that seems so small to you now, so dumb.
You’ve been so distraught and tough on yourself in your own mind recently that you didn’t even notice it was Yuji’s school laptop that you were using to research new apartments- not yours.
Another thing you didn’t notice was how much the boys were also suffering. But that was no fault of your own, they were going out of their way to hide it from you. And from each other.
Yuji hates avoiding you. It’s also extremely inconvenient for him to feel like he can’t access the majority of his own living space at any given time. He feels like a dumbass knocking everywhere he goes. But he doesn’t know what else to do.
Now that the cage has been opened, he can’t shut it again. He can’t keep denying to himself that he’s hasn't always been extremely attracted to you. He doesn’t know how he even shoved that need down in the first place.
And once he got to know you properly? Yeah, he doesn’t know how he wasn’t a total goner. You’re everything he could ever want in a woman - beautiful, smart, funny, kind.
He’s spent a lot of time reminiscing over your friendship lately, the past when he was pretending that he didn’t notice you were the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen. He thinks about every time you’d hug him when you got home after a long day. All the times that you fell asleep against his shoulder while watching movies together on the couch.
There’s so many sweet, cherished memories between the two. And now all he can think about is your body in every single one of them. How often he’s been able to be pressed up against you and totally took it for granted.
All of the memories of your friendship have been tainted with his overwhelming lust for you.
When Yuji isn’t in class, he’s in his bedroom. A lot of times he’s sitting at his desk, playing video games on his computer as a method to distract himself from the memory of the way your tits looked.
And when he isn’t in class or at his desk, he’s in bed. Furiously beating his own dick to that very memory of how your tits looked. He imagines pushing them together with his hands and smushing his face in between them. He wonders what little noises you’d make if he took one of your cute little nipples into his mouth, sucking and nipping at it with his teeth.
Afterwards, he feels disgusted with himself.
“She’s my friend.” Yuji tries repeating it firmly to himself, but his drained cock is still twitching from how hard he came over just the thought of you.
On the other side of the apartment, Megumi knows he probably looks like a more tortured (but at least hotter) version of Snape as he strides around the apartment aimlessly.
But he genuinely can’t stop.
If his mind goes blank, he sees you. If he stops moving for too long, he sees you. Your body, naked and supple and dripping wet.
You look so soft. So touchable.
Anytime he’s still. Anytime he closes his eyes. Anytime he tries to sleep.
Sometimes he wishes he wasn’t so sharp and observant. That he wasn’t able to memorize the lines and curves of your body so quickly.
But then what would he imagine at night with his hand wrapped around his own dick?
Megumi isn’t like his other best friend. He didn’t fall into instant lust with you the moment you met. Sure, he always noticed that you were a conventionally attractive woman. He wasn’t blind. But it takes way more than that to get him going.
But of course, you just happen to have the personality of his dream girl. So now that he knows how amazing you are and how good you look when you’re naked, he feels like he’s losing his mind. He doesn’t know how to go back to thinking of you as just a friend.
It’s even worse when you’re in the room. He’d like to fully avoid you the same way that Yuji has been, but Megumi can’t help but notice the flash of hurt in your eyes every time Yuji leaves a room that you just entered.
So he’ll sit next to you, painfully aware of how close you are. The sweet smell of your perfume seeping into his nostrils, making him tense. Even just the smell of you has him twitching in his pants.
And he’ll let you talk to him. You’ve been so desperate to fill the silence left behind by Yuji’s absence that he isn’t even sure if you’ve noticed that he hasn’t been responding.
The sound of your voice has him clenching his fists so tightly that his nails leave indents on his palms.
He knows logically that nothing’s changed about your voice or the way you talk to him.
But have you always sounded so… sultry?
He wasn’t even sure what story you were in the middle of recanting to him the other day, a week or so after the shower incident, but he was fully aware that his dick was rock solid underneath his jeans just due to the sound of you talking normally.
It was straining against his zipper so strongly that he was worried it may burst open. He panicked and couldn’t think of doing anything but abruptly standing up and leaving without a word.
Unfortunately, Megumi didn’t catch that familiar look of hurt in your eyes as he scurried back to his bedroom, rushedly slamming the door shut and leaning back against it.
Megumi didn't even bother to move elsewhere or get undressed, he just stuffed his hand down into his pants and pulled out his aching cock.
Before his mind could catch up, he was frantically tugging at his dick while staring at the lockscreen of his phone in his other hand.
A picture of the three of you- but specifically at you.
Fuck- has your smile always looked like that?
He wasn’t able to figure out the answer to that either before he’s cumming all over his own phone screen.
Ironically enough since they’re going through the same thing, Yuji and Megumi can’t help but avoid each other as well. They're both way too lost inside their own heads, fighting against that memory of your body.
But that was until Yuji brought his laptop to his room to actually attempt to do some studying since finals were coming up. He doesn’t even register how the screen flares to light right away, despite not having been turned on by him in so long.
To be honest, Yuji rarely studies. This laptop usually goes untouched.
But it was so obvious even he notices right away when he pulls up the internet to multiple already opened tabs- listings, maps, an excel sheet of price comparisons.
Yuji’s brows knit in confusion and he has his face fully pressed up against the laptop screen like that’s going to help him comprehend what he’s seeing better.
Not just one. A lot. Different neighborhoods. Prices of rent per month. Open move-in dates.
Yuji’s stomach drops so far he isn’t sure how it doesn't fall straight out of his ass.
“....No, no-” he mutters to himself as he scrolls between the tabs.
He isn’t sure why he’s scrolling.
He sees an email notification pop up from the bottom of the screen. You even left your email logged in.
He can’t help but open it.
“Hey! Thanks for the interest in my spare room. If you want to meet up to discuss it, I’m free on Thurs-”
Yuji is slamming the laptop shut and marching across the apartment to Megumi’s room before he can think about it. He doesn’t do his usual dramatic knocking, not even on Megumi’s door, which he sends flying open.
Megumi glances up from his desk, an obvious expression of annoyance on his face, but he isn’t able to say anything before Yuji is talking.
“Did you know she’s looking for a new apartment?”
Megumi’s expression doesn’t change at first as he tries to comprehend the question.
Yuji is the one pacing now, back and forth in the small bedroom, running a hand through his already messy hair as he does so.
“She used my laptop on accident and left everything open. There’s pages of the stuff, dude.”
“Maybe she’s helping a friend searc-”
“I looked through her email.” Yuji snaps, impatiently interrupting. “She’s meeting up with someone this week. It’s serious, Megs - she’s leaving.”
Megumi's expression falters now as the information sinks in. It’s subtle, but his jaw tightens as he clenches his teeth at the thought of you leaving.
Yuji’s still continuing on his distressed ranting. “I don’t even know if she was going to tell us!-”
“Would you?” Megumi’s the one interrupting now. “We’ve been ignoring her for weeks. Of course she didn’t say anything.”
Silence stretches between them as it sinks in for Yuji and his anger fades away into what he’s truly feeling - guilt.
“...She probably thinks it’s because of that day.” Yuji says, his voice soft.
Neither of them need clarification on which day. They’ve both been unable to stop thinking about it since.
“Of course it’s because of that day.”
Yuji just blinks, surprised at how direct his usually evasive best friend is being.
“She thinks we don’t want her here. She’s embarrassed and thinks she ruined our friendship. She’s also slightly insecure. I overheard her talking on the phone to someone last week in her room.”
“And you didn’t think to say something to me?!” Yuji asks harshly, his frustration clear in his tone.
“It’s not like you’ve been talking to me either!”
More silence as both boys look down at the carpet, still somehow oblivious and unaware that they’re both sharing the same guilt.
They’re also both sharing the same frustrations over how badly they want you despite refusing to admit it to themselves.
“I’m sorry.” Yuji concedes first. “I’ve just been… processing everything.”
Megumi nods, but the room remains enveloped in thick silence.
Yuji just looks at him expectantly, the two locked in a staring contest.
“...What do you want me to say?” Megumi finally asks.
Yuji hesitates, very unlike him.
“...That you’re not affected?”
Megumi doesn’t answer. He doesn’t know how to answer. He looks away from Yuji to cast his gaze back to the floor again.
That was enough of an answer to Yuji.
Yuji exhales deeply, dragging a hand down his face.
“Okay, cool. So we both want to fuck our roommate.”
Megumi’s jaw tightens even further, so hard it’s going to snap.
The thought of fucking you sits in between them.
Yuji huffs out a weak, sort-of disbelieving laugh. He doesn’t know what else to do. “Awesome. We’re both having wet dreams about our shared best friend.”
“What?!?” Yuji fires the question at him. “You want me to pretend that we didn’t see her? That it didn’t change everything? That I can’t stop-”
He cuts himself off, arms gesturing vaguely.
“...Thinking about her.” Megumi finishes for him.
Plain and simple, but all the dark-haired man can think of to say.
“So what now?” Yuji asks.
Megumi leans back in his desk chair and stares at the ceiling for a minute, not avoiding the question. Just thinking.
“...Well, first we should probably stop acting like avoidant assholes.”
Yuji barks out a laugh. “Yeah, man. We should’ve done that three weeks ago.”
“Second, we talk to her. She thinks we’re avoiding her because she crossed some imaginary roommate boundary line. But really, we crossed that line by feeling the way we do about her. So, we tell her the truth.”
Yuji freezes and a flash of genuine fear flashes across his face as he thinks about trying to explain to you the embarrassingly high number of times he’s jerked off to you over the course of the last few weeks.
Of course, Megumi notices. Which makes him think of how he’d have his own fair share of things that would be impossibly awkward to share with you…
“...Well, maybe not the entire truth.”
An agreement settles between them. They both may be reluctant and know it’s going to be awkward as hell trying to explain any of this to you, but it beats the alternative of losing you.
You’re absolutely exhausted when you get home Wednesday evening, physically and emotionally. You don’t even want to go inside, but you’re so tired that you feel like you could fall asleep while standing up outside the front door.
You walk in, fully ready to be greeted with the usual darkness and silence lately-
“Hey! H-How was your day?”
Yuji’s voice comes out way faster and higher pitched than he meant it to.
You freeze just inside the doorway. They boys are… in the living room?
There’s an actual light on in here when you get home for once. There’s noise. Not much because the TV is off and no one’s really talking yet, but there’s at least the nervous tapping of Yuji’s bouncing foot on the floor and Megumi’s weirdly intense breathing.
“Uh… hey! What’s up?” you ask, trying to sound normal. Like you haven't heard a single peep from your very own roommates in weeks.
It doesn’t quite land. It’s clear by your voice to the boys that you’re already uncomfortable.
And it’s very clear to you that the boys are uncomfortable. They’re sitting side by side on the couch, arms down at their sides, identically fisting the edge of the cushions. They’re stiff. Tense.
And intensely staring straight at you for the first time in what felt like forever.
You confusingly glance in between both of their serious expressions and sharp gazes.
“...Why do I feel like the two of you are about to jump me?”
Neither of them laugh. Which is ironic, because they were thinking of jumping on you. Just not in the way you were thinking.
And they’re both stuck frozen like dumb statues trying to figure out how to tell you that.
Meanwhile, your stomach drops at their continued silence.
“Okayyy… Well, I’m just going to head to my room then.” You say slowly, starting to take a step in the direction of your bedroom.
“Wait!-” Yuji and Megumi both call out at the same time, freezing you again from moving any further.
You watch as they intensely stare at each other for a minute, rapidly having some wordless conversation that you’re not privy to.
Then, Yuji starts talking in a tone that you’ve never heard from him before, nervous and timid-
“W-we just- We need to talk to you about it…”
Extremely vague. But that’s all it takes.
Your confused expression crumples instantly. Everything from the last few weeks comes rushing in.
“Oh my god, I am so, so sorry-”
They both freeze at how immediately you go from being slightly on edge to completely breaking down sobbing.
“I didn’t mean to m-make things weird.” You choke out in between wails, “I just got frustrated and I wasn’t thinking and it was so stupid and unfair to you and embarrassing and I-”
You’re shooting your words out so quickly, knowing you’ll only have a brief moment to get them out before you need to run away to your room. Partly from shame and partly to collapse and cry into your pillow all night.
You keep rambling on, your voice cracking and breaking on your words as you try to cry and speak at the same time.
“I know I’m a bad friend. You guys have every right to be mad at me. Disgusted with me. I’ll fix it- I swear! I’ve been looking at other places and-”
Megumi’s harsh tone cuts like a knife through your distressed apology.
You stop. God, you’ve missed his voice. Deep and gruff and completely Megumi. You didn’t even realize how much.
Yuji is stuttering immediately after. “No- stop. None of that is- just no.”
You’ve missed his voice so much too. You may have heard it sometimes between walls, but you forgot how warm and syrupy his voice is when he’s talking to you.
“You’re not leaving. No way is that happening.” Yuji says, more firmly now.
You let out a small, broken laugh. “You haven’t talked to me in weeks. Now you want me to stay?”
They both flinch. The genuine pain in your voice hits them hard.
Megumi steps in this time.
“You weren’t wrong. We were. We should’ve respected your privacy.”
“Yeah, we were being idiots. You did nothing wrong” Yuji continues now. “We just barged in on you all the time like you’re not-
He cuts himself off, his face flushing a dark red.
“Like I’m not a woman.” You finish for him.
Now both of the boys are beat red, from their neck all the way to the tips of their ears.
Yeah, they’re definitely both imagining it again inside their heads.
But you’re looking between them again, feeling even slightly more confused now.
“If neither of you thought I did anything wrong, then why were you both avoiding me?”
They both let out a slow exhale, knowing that there was no dodging the truth any longer. And they had both already agreed to be (mostly) honest with you.
Yuji and Megumi are telepathically arguing again about who was going to speak first this time.
Yuji aggressively gestures towards Megumi with his hands.
Megumi takes in a deep breath and holds it before he finally answers.
“It changed things. For both of us.”
Your stomach is sinking again. With that ominous ass answer, obviously you were going to get worried again. It doesn’t help that he’s not saying anything else but he's still trying to find the right words.
“...In a bad way?” you ask, half assuming the worst already.
“No!” Yuji basically shouts out.
Way too loudly. Way too quickly.
You just blink at them. They’re being way weirder than they usually are and you aren’t sure if you should be worried about yourself or concerned for them.
“We just… didn’t expect to feel like that.” Megumi continues.
Yuji is groaning now. “Really, man. You’re terrible at this”
“As if you would do any better!”
They both stop shortly at you picking up your bag that you had dropped at some point during this strange, confusing conversation - If you can even call it that - and begin to cross the rest of the living room to head towards your room.
“Where are you going?” You’re not even sure which one of them called after you.
You whip around quickly, hair flying and face flushed with the anger that’s rising up inside you. Between the last few weeks, your current exhaustion, and their current foolish behavior - you were completely spent and over today.
You’re lashing out at them before you can even stop. Everything is building up and bubbling out.
“I don’t have the time today for your guy’s stupid fucking games. I tried apologizing. Not just today, but the day after too. Neither of you would speak to me. Which truthfully, that would’ve been fine for a day or two because I made things a little weird! But it’s been fucking weeks! Weeks of you letting me feel like I ruined everything! So either just talk to me honestly or leave me the hell alone and I’ll be outta here soon. ”
They’ve never seen you this angry before. You’re seething, your hair flowing wildly around your shoulders and your face is now also matching in redness from the way your cheeks have flushed.
Yuji, naturally, is distracted by thinking how sexy you look when you’re mad.
But Megumi, the more reasonable and logical of the two, is so terrified of losing you still that he’s spitting out the words like fire before he can lose the nerve. “We saw you naked and now we realized we’re both attracted to you and we can’t stop thinking about it.”
Yuji lets out a breath that he didn’t realize he’d been holding while he was staring at your beautiful, angry face. No going back now. So he adds-
“Yeah, we both want to fuck you.”
“Seriously?! And you thought you’d be the better one to handle this?”
Your pussy is throbbing at Yuji’s words. Megumi’s confession.
They’re in the background bickering about who should’ve said what, but you aren’t even hearing them.
Because now that the truth is out in the open… you can’t stop thinking about it.
Now memories are flashing through your mind at lightspeed. Memories which were once just innocent snapshots of your friendship.
All of the times that Yuji would drag you to the gym with him. How he’d spot you, hand hovering dangerously close to your lower back or thighs. The times he’d be standing by the bar while you laid on the bench and you couldn’t notice how much he towered over you.
All of the times that you’d catch Megumi sitting at the kitchen table early in the mornings because- of course- a guy like him read the paper still. You didn’t even know that still existed. But you became super interested in the news when you noticed how he’d sit there still shirtless from the night before, the morning light reflecting off every line and plane of his toned stomach.
Because to be fully honest, you may have just been ‘one of the guys’ to them. But they were never just ‘the guys’ to you.
…And there may have been a few nights in the past two years when you got a bit desperate and used some of that imagery to spark some imagination with the aid of your fingers or your rose toy.
Which is why you bite back a smile and slowly ask, “Both of you?”
That breaks them out of their argument. They’re both nodding in agreement so quickly you’re surprised they don’t snap their necks.
Megumi notices the shift in your expression immediately, your eyes flickering with something that looks like interest.
Yuji was not nearly as observant, but he did notice the little laugh you let out and how sexy it sounded to him.
“If that was the issue this entire time, you boys should’ve just said so.”
A brief pause, a seductive smile curling on your lips now.
“If you both want me, you both can have me. But it has to be together.”
Both of the men were so shocked and silent. They both even stopped breathing.
For a moment, it was like no one knew what to do.
But Yuji was always the impatient one, so he broke first. In three easy strides he was crossing the room, grabbing your face in both of his hands, and then he was kissing you.
Fuck. You can’t pretend anymore that you haven’t imagined this.
And it was so much better than you could’ve expected. It was clumsy at first- Yuji was just so eager and unbelieving that he was actually kissing you. It was sloppy and messy and wet and so hot. He traces the outline of your lips before he pulls your entire tongue into his mouth and sucks on it so greedily.
Megumi, ever so shy, hasn’t moved yet. But he watches the way you kissed Yuji with rapt attention, his dick starting to strain against his sweats.
You, fortunately, were just as observant as Megumi was. Which is why you instantly notice the outline of his print against his grey sweatpants as soon as you pull away from Yuji.
You mean, there was no hiding that thing.
You knew your timid Megumi wanted to join in but would never make the first move, which is why this time you were the one walking across the room. You grab the collar of Megumi’s crewneck and yank him towards you, pressing your lips to his.
For a moment, Megumi hesitates and freezes. Then the tension snaps. His kisses are much slower, but they’re more deliberate and controlled. It’s like his tongue was tracing and memorizing all the crevices of your mouth. He studied every reaction, noted every whimper you’d let out and then would repeat whatever action caused it with his tongue.
You’re so lost in kissing Megumi that you don’t even notice Yuji coming over until you feel his hand brushing your hair out of the way and then his mouth is on your neck, suckling and marking you.
You instinctively arch and press your breasts into Megumi, making him moan into your mouth at the feel.
You try to keep kissing him, even as Yuji pauses in leaving hickeys all over your neck to grab the edge of your shirt and pull it up and over your head. But it forces you to pull back from Megumi, exposing your breasts to them both.
“No bra, beautiful? God, I missed this sight.” Yuji groans out.
Megumi couldn’t even speak, entranced by the sight of you topless in front of him again. He may have memorized the look of your perfect breasts, but they were somehow even hotter in person.
He’s busy staring, watching as Yuji grabs both of your tits in his hands and does what he’s been wanting to do for so long- squeeze them together and alternate between both nipples, kissing and tugging on them with his mouth.
You start to moan so sweetly, so loudly. It snaps Megumi out of whatever trance he was in.
He isn’t even thinking. Just body checking and shoving Yuji out of the way, pulling your breasts into his own hands. He thumbs the nipple of one while he presses open-mouthed kisses to the side of the other, wanting to leave his own marks on your skin.
While Megumi lavishes your top half, Yuji works on undressing your lower one. He tugs off your leggings and panties with one quick pull.
Normally, you might have been shocked by this quick progression or embarrassed at the fact that you’re fully naked in front of your two fully dressed roommates (although it wouldn’t be the first time).
But right now, all you can think about is the two men standing in front of you. The way they both look at you like they want to eat you alive as they fully take you in again. A sight they've both waited so long to see.
“What do you think, Megs? Should we taste her?”
Megumi doesn’t even bother to respond, he just pulls you to the couch and pushes you down into it.
Then he’s dropping to his knees and pulling you to the edge of the couch cushion, spreading your legs.
Not wanting to be outdone, Yuji quickly drops down and joins him.
The sight of both Megumi and Yuji on their knees and in between your legs is hands down absolutely the hottest thing you’ve ever seen in your entire life.
It gets even hotter when they both take an ankle and start kissing up your legs. Yuji alternates between quick pecks and softly nibbling at your skin with his teeth, whereas Megumi opts for wet, open-mouthed kisses consistently the entire way up. One teasing, one cherishing.
There was no hesitation or awkwardness when they both reached your pussy, which was surprising since they acted like babbling idiots earlier.
Both men were absolutely enamored with the sight of you spread out for them on the couch, your pussy glistening in the light from how wet they’ve already made you.
“Fuucckk, pretty. Is that all for us?” Yuji asks mockingly, his condescending tone has your toes curling .
Megumi sticks with simple honesty for his dirty talk, which is so him and turns you on just as much. “I’ve been wanting to taste you for so long.”
Then they’re both diving in. Two of Megumi’s fingers are sliding into your needy pussy and curling, finding that perfect spot almost instantly. At the same time, Yuji is wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking it into his mouth eagerly.
Fuck, have they practiced this before?
It’s driving you absolutely insane. Your back is arching off the couch and the loudest, sluttiest moans are escaping your lips as they both attack your pussy like they need it so badly. Like they need it the same way they need air to breathe.
Now it’s Yuji’s fingers hammering into you with razorlike precision at your g-spot and it’s Megumi’s hot tongue against your sensitive pussy.
“Doesn’t she taste sooo good, Megs?”
Megumi nods desperately, whining against your pussy as he continues to flick his tongue in tortuous back-and-forth motions over your clit.
It’s so fucking good that you feel a familiar pressure building in your stomach. Your pussy starts clenching around Yuji’s thick fingers, letting him know how close you’re getting.
“Fuck, she’s going to cum. Want her to cum around my dick.”
That has Megumi finally pulling his mouth away from your sensitive bud, lips still shiny. Pouting immediately. “Why do you get to go first?”
Of course, they’re arguing with each other again while you’re left right on the edge and so empty, hips mindlessly circling in the air. “Someone just fuck me pleaseeee”
Both of their eyes instantly snap back to you, noticing how slutty and needy and desperate you look.
Like they were somehow professionals at threesomes, they move in sync again. Megumi is settling with his back against the arm of the couch, sprawling across it horizontally. He pulls you into his arms with no struggle at all, sitting you so your back is against his chest and you’re in between his legs.
Then he’s hitching an arm underneath each of your legs and yanking them open, so you’re fully exposed and open to Yuji.
“Stay here.” Megumi demands gruffly, his low tone making your pussy clench around nothing.
Mercifully, he removes one arm from underneath a leg to wrap around you instead, reaching down and rubbing delicious circles on your clit.
At the same moment, Yuji is fully undressing, revealing the hard planes of his abs and his dick…
Wow. To be honest, they’re normally not anything to write home about. A bit weird and PEZ dispenser shaped.
But Yuji’s cock was different. It had your mouth watering. It was long and impossibly thick. It actually made you a bit nervous.
Then he was settling in between your legs that Megumi had so nicely propped open for him and he was rubbing his dick up and down your slit, groaning as he felt how wet you were against him.
Somewhere in your mind, you make a mental note to ask them about this later. They're freakishly good at this.
But right now all you can focus on is the pleasure at your clit and the thick tip of Yuji’s cock prodding at your entrance.
“Eyes on me, pretty girl.” Yuji says possessively. He may be fine sharing you with his best friend, but he’ll be damned if you look anywhere other than directly at him while cumming on his dick.
Then with one thrust, he’s fully ramming his cock into you. He gives you no time to adjust to the stretch of him being the girthiest man you’ve ever taken. His thrusts are immediately brutal and fast. He’s ravaging your pussy, wanting to make sure you feel it so deeply that you’ll choke on it.
So deeply you’ll never look at another apartment listing again.
Your eyes are locked onto Yuji’s brown ones, per his request. There’s a fire behind his gaze that you’ve never seen before- arousal and desire and something else.
Between the intense eye contact, Yuji’s thick cock pummeling at your inside while Megumi’s skilled fingers rub at your clit, and the fact that you were already so close to cumming earlier, you feel like you’re about to fucking explode.
The pressure built up inside you is unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. It’s intense and so strong it's almost painful. You’re actually getting afraid of the sensations growing inside you.
Meanwhile all Yuji could think of were various repetitions of shit this is heaven and her pussy feels so good and oh my god need to feel her cum on me.
Unfortunately for Megumi, he can’t feel the way your inner walls are starting to spasm under the crushing weight of your impending orgasm. But at least Yuji’s typical loudness also applies when he’s in bed to help clue his friend in.
“F-Fuck beautiful. Clenching on me like that so good. Are you going to cum all over my dick for us? “Yuji is rasping out between his obscene moans.
Not wanting to be left out of the process, Megumi starts rubbing at your clit even faster and more furiously.
Then he does the one thing you definitely didn’t expect from him. Maybe his current partner, but not him.
Megumi pinches his clit between two of his fingers and squeezes.
That’s what sets you off. You're arching your back and throwing your head back against Megumi's shoulder as you spasm over Yuji's dick. Shameless moans are spilling from your mouth, unable to say anything but repeat the two men's names as it feels like zaps of lightening are bouncing around inside your body.
Yuji is still babbling on as he fucks you through the aftershocks of what was just the best orgasm of your life. “Yesss that's it. You did so good for us, fuck. Pretty little pussy came so much.”
All he wants to do is continue fucking into you until you’d never forget the shape of his cock. He’s already getting so lost in your pussy as he keeps rutting into you, feeling like he’s getting drunk.
Don’t get Megumi wrong. He had the best seat in the house right now. He had the perfect view of his best friends cock sliding in and out of your pussy, all covered by your juices now. He loved getting to play with you and hear your cute, little moans right by his ears.
But if he didn’t get a chance to be inside of you and be the one feeling you cum around him, he was going to fucking snap.
Yuji whines but pulls out anyways, ignoring how his dick aches from the loss of your warmth.
Megumi’s tone is much softer and lower when he speaks to you next. “Up you go, on your hands and knees. Face him.”
He helps support you as you move into the requested position, arching your back as sexily and deeply as you’re able to, making both men groan at the curve of your ass.
They didn't get to see it when you stood in front of them in the shower, but goddamn your backside was just as perfect as your front.
You glance over your shoulder to steal a peek of your own as Megumi stands and finally undresses too.
Oh my god. There’s two truly beautiful dicks in this world and somehow they’re both in the same room as you.
Megumi isn’t as thick as Yuji, but you would honestly argue that his dick is prettier. His isn’t thin by any means, and it's so long. Longer than Yuji’s by just a little bit. It also has the perfect curve to it.
You’re truly drooling at this point as he climbs onto the couch behind you.
“I’ve been wanting this so badly.” Megumi’s usual honesty has you clenching in anticipation. “I need to feel you cum.”
Unlike Yuji, Megumi slides into you soooo slowly. Making you feel every single inch as your walls stretch to accommodate his length. He really was long, basically kissing the tip of your cervix at this angle.
He doesn’t rush. He takes his time pulling in and out of your soft, warm pussy. Partly because this is everything he’s been wanting and he wants to savor it and partly because it feels so good he could cum already.
Thankfully, Yuji distracts both you and him for a moment and steals the attention back.
“Did you forget about me, pretty girl?”
You couldn’t have if you tried, but Yuji was now tapping the tip of his swollen cock against your lips, making it clear what he was asking for.
You don’t give it to him right away. First, you relish in repeatedly giving him soft kitten licks over and over on his tip, enjoying the flavor of how you taste on him. Then you decide to be nice and pull half of his dick into your mouth, sending his hands flying to your hair.
You suck on him gently. Slowly too, timed with Megumi’s thrusts.
You were all enjoying the drawn out, torturous teasing.
“That feels so good, baby.” Megumi groans out from behind you.
The slip of the petname has you clenching around Megumi. Now you start throwing your ass back at Megumi, taking him inside you faster and somehow even deeper.
Megumi prides himself on how reasonable and stable-headed he is, but he’s still just a man. He’s getting just as lost in your sweet pussy as Yuji did.
And when you start bouncing your ass on him?
Any ounce of self control he still had snapped.
Which is why he’s taking over now. Megumi grips your hips in his fists and now he’s fucking into you. His thrusts are pushing you forward, making you take Yuji’s cock even deeper down your throat.
This is the noisiest the apartment’s been in weeks. The place is filled with the sounds of skin slapping, you moaning and sputtering around Yuji’s thick cock, the obscene squelching of your pussy as Megumi pounds into you from behind.
You feel the cord tightening in your stomach again, threatening to snap. Not as sharply intense as last time, but still just as strong.
Megumi throws his head back, moaning just as loudly as Yuji does as he feels you finally start to tighten around him.
“Oh fuck. You’re going to cum on his cock aren’t ya, beautiful? You need to coat his dick all pretty too. Do it for us, come on.”
But it was actually Megumi’s words that causes the cord to snap and you to fall over the edge again into the second best orgasm of your life-
“Please, baby. Give it to me. I need your cum. I need you more than anything.”
And then Megumi’s dream finally comes true. Your pussy is pulsating so tightly around his dick that he can’t hold it back anymore.
He manages to fuck you through the rest of your orgasm and then his hips are faltering. Three more thrusts and he can’t help it- he’s cumming inside you with his loudest moan yet.
You absolutely lose your mind at how good it feels to have Megumi coat your insides with his warmth. It feels so good that you have to pull off to let yout your slutty moans.
“Yesss, Gumi. Feels sooo good. Love when you fill up my pussy.”
Megumi’s now spent cock twitches inside you as he processes your use of that nickname. He can’t even fully catch his breath again before Yuji is yanking you forward and off his cock.
Now Megumi is the one whimpering at the loss.
You’re given no breaks at all. Yuji also loved getting a little show. You came so prettily over his best friend’s dick and he loved watching it. But now everyone in the room has came at least once except for him and he was about to go fucking crazy.
So with no time at all, Yuji is sitting back against the couch and pulling you onto his lap so your straddling him. In his typical impatient style, he pulls your sensitive pussy fully right down onto his cock.
He spanks your ass once. “Ride me and make me cum.”
Yuji was definitely a bit more of a true dirty talker, but you loved it equally to Megumi’s sweet honesty. And what he just said had your tired pussy roaring back into action.
You start riding Yuji to the best of your ability. For a few minutes, you had really found your rhythm. You were bouncing and moaning on Yuji’s dick like a porn star while Megumi watched.
You really were trying. Yuji had been (mostly) patient so far and you really wanted him to get to cum too.
But you’re slowing and faltering a bit. Yuji hasn’t noticed quite yet because he just gets pussy drunk so easily. He’s already dazed, doe-eyed as he watches the way your tits bounce as you move up and down on him
Megumi is just sitting on the other side of the couch, slowly stroking his cock- now hard again at the sight of you struggling to ride his best friend. Of course, he noticed that you were starting to have a harder time the second you started to slow.
Megumi decides to take mercy on both you and Yuji. Plus, he still doesn’t want to be left out.
“Turn around and face the other way.”
You stop, not expecting Megumi’s interruption.
Megumi stands and moves so he’s behind you.
“Turn around and face my direction. Then keep riding him.”
You’re intrigued so you listen right away, inching back down onto Yuji’s dick while facing away from this time.
Of course, Yuji is an ass man so he wasn’t complaining about the adjustment. He wanted the same view Megumi got earlier.
You start bouncing again, still slower than before. But you gasp at the sight of Megumi sinking back to his knees in front of you.
He’s really up close and personal now. He hasn’t necessarily ever thought of being face-to-face with his best friend’s dick before, but he can’t pretend it didn’t look extremely fucking sexy disappearing into your pussy like that.
But anyways- he came down here to help you. Both of you.
Which is why he’s placing both hands under your thighs and lifting you. He uses his strength for your leverage. Helping you ride Yuji’s dick.
Really, you’re barely doing any work. Megumi is practically bouncing you on his best friend’s cock on like you’re nothing but a sex toy.
You weren’t sure if you could cum for a third time, but you’re pretty damn sure you could now.
Especially at the way Megumi is completely controlling your motions like you’re a doll and licking his lips as he’s transfixed at the way you're stretching over Yuji's thick cock, so impossibly close up
And when his tongue darts out for just a brief moment to taste the area where you and Yuji combine-
You lose it. You’re cumming- hard- one final time.
"Yesss, feels sooo good. Cum with me Yuji, inside me. Need it."
It’s enough to finally grant Yuji the reprieve of his own orgasm. He’s flooding your pussy with his cum as you spasm around him.
Megumi continues to bounce you slowly on Yuji’s dick until you’re both done twitching and go silent. Then he pulls you off so slowly, watching the way both of they both spill out of you.
And somehow that sight of his best friend's cum mixed with his own pouring out of your pussy is so fucking hot that it has him cumming one last time, completely untouched and in his own pants.
You’re absolutely dripping and filthy. Full of both of your roommates cum. And so damn exhausted, you can’t do anything but collapse into the couch in between the two men that just ravaged your body in a way you’ll never be able to get over.
Afterwards, the three of you stay sprawled on the couch for a long time. Wrapped up together, basking in what just happened and how quickly things changed.
That night wasn’t the only awkward conversation the three of you had to have. Fortunately, the boys didn’t panic and avoid you this time. The very next day, all three of you sat down to talk about what happened that night.
Of course, you had already decided that you weren’t moving out from the moment they both confessed to you why they’d been ignoring you.
Things definitely changed again after that night, but they’re still your perfect roommates.
As for your privacy? Well, it went back to being non-existent.
The difference is, this time you didn’t mind.
In fact, every single shower was now a group affair. And you absolutely loved it.
Pls do not plagiarize! Writing by @wifeofchoso03. Thank you for reading!! (:
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