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The weather was perfect, sunny enough to bask comfortably without evaporating away in the heat. Which was rare, considering 99% of the time I was evaporating away in the heat, fuck ass Texas. My second year of college would start in a few days, so I was spending the remaining of my summer lying down on a lawn chair in my yard listening to audiobooks. I don’t tan, but god I dream about being a lizard with nothing to do but lie on a warm rock.
The sound of the back door sliding open, bouncing into the wall from what could only be Yuji’s brute force, and then assumedly ricocheting back to hit him with a distinct yelp that was definitely Yuji. There goes relaxation. When I had started university here, the only people I had known from my hometown were Yuuji and Megumi, and after a year of hell in the dorms with random messy roommates, they had let me move in with them.
“oww- Y/N!” Yuuji yelped, loudly bounding towards me now as the sun disappeared and I forced my eyes open to stare at the pink haired brat above me grinning.
“The Alibi’s (Yuji’s beloved college bar/dance hall) is having a special promotion tonight for the start of the semester! Won’t you come with me and the rest, and I’ll even be designated driver so you can have all the fun you want!” I glanced away from him, done with eye contact, the brat always knew how to get his way with begging. My body felt like mud after sunbathing, like if I stood, I would sink into the earth. I certainly didn’t feel like dancing and stayed silent on the sunbed.
At my lack of response, he hurriedly added, “Please Y/N, Megumi said he would only come if you did too.” I scoffed but relentingly nodded, muttering fine under my breath and waved him away as I started a facetime to Nobara, who answered immediately, already talking excitedly about the night as she connected to the call. By the time it had gotten dark, Nobara and I were already buzzed, pregaming in my kitchen while the boys played smash brothers on my switch in the living room.
When we finally arrived at the Alibi it was packed. Yuuji guided us through the crowd to a VIP back table Maki was waiting for us at. God bless family money. “Ohh~ I wasn’t sure if they’d succeed in dragging you out tonight Y/N,” Maki chirped, leaning in to give me a kiss on the cheek. Kisses had become a normal greeting between us, thanks to some drunken habits of mine that the girls had discovered a year ago. “Makiii,” Nobara whined from behind me, “What about my kiss too?”
I laughed and pulled away from Maki, giving Nobara space to hopelessly pine and grabbed Yuuji’s hand to drag him onto the dance floor. The boy always had energy and was the best dancing partner. He had taught me the two-step in middle school and we had been designated dance partners since. It was intoxicating dancing with him. Dizzying too, he twirled you every chance he got. After a while though he led us off the dance floor, panting for breath. His hand was sweaty in mine, but seeing as I rarely got to hold it these days I didn’t say anything, just bided my time as I trailed behind him, admiring his broad back. “A bottled water please,” he called out as we reached the bar, digging into his pockets and giving a five to the bartender. When she came back with the bottle he grinned, in that big and confident way he always did, and told her to keep the change. In response she gave him a flirty smile. The man could pull, I had seen enough girls confess to him, but he hadn’t ever really dated, holding out for Megan Thee Stallion or something I guess. Yuuji had moved on to me though, too busy taking the cap off and pushing the bottle in my face to notice the bartender. He’d feed you if you let him, so earnest and caring in all of his relationships like that. And honestly I felt like letting him, so I didn’t take the bottle, instead leaning forward to drink out of his hands as I looked up into his soft brown eyes.
Watching his pupils dilate slightly made me hotter than it should’ve. We were bestfriends, and worst of all roommates. There had been times I had crossed the line, but they were general habits, barely even counted. I was a kisser when I got drunk, full of joy and adoration for my friends. I had kissed them all countless times, Nobara almost always got a few when we went out. So even though a few of my kisses had turned into makeout sessions with Yuuji, maybe Megumi too, we were friends and had always been friends. I wanted them by my side forever.
I was snapped out of my trance as Yuuji turned away, face as pink as his hair as he put the cap back on the bottle and shoved it in his back pocket. “God Y/N,” he chucked, “You can’t look at a man like that!”
Still, there was a line so I stopped pushing it. “Yuuji babe, let's go dance some more before they start playing clubbing music,” And this time I was the one dragging him behind me, while he muttered about me being a hopeless flirt. I turned around, pulling his body close to mine as I entered the dancefloor backwards and we took off, Yuuji twirling me in his arms as I laughed. My best friend.
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“Y/N~~!!!” Nobara slurred as she pulled me to her chest, smashing my face into her girls. “You guys left me for sooo long to dance! We already ordered a bunch of bottle service and Meg is barely drinking it so come help us get our money's worth!!”
Maki poured me a shot, managing to maintain elegance when I knew she was probably getting close to shitfaced too, judging by the empty bottles scattered on the table. I slid in next to Megumi, Yuuji following behind me, as I took the first shot. Yuuji, the poor DD just pulled the water bottle out of his back pocket and sipped it. After I slammed the shot glass down, I turned and raised an eyebrow at Megumi, “Shot for shot?”
He shook his head, leaning into my ear, voice low, “Stop drinking, I have a blunt back in my room. We can smoke later but I don’t want you crossed.”
‘And Yuuji?” I mouthed at him when he pulled back with a smirk, “What if I want you to myself tonight?” Rolling my eyes with a smile, I turned around and let Yuuji in on Meg’s plan.
And later that night, after we dropped the girls off at their studio apartment, Megumi led Yuuji and I to his bedroom. Yuuji was a terrible smoker, always went into coughing fits and barely joined. By now the alcohol had all left my system, but I still felt the intoxication of the night as I watched Meg sit, relaxing into the bed and light the blunt in his mouth, closing his eyes in bliss as he inhaled. Yuuji plopped onto the bed next to him, falling backwards with a sigh as I stepped in between Meg’s legs and took the blunt from his hands. “Ughh you guys always make it look so easy and then I just start coughing everywhere it's so embarrassing,” Yuuji spoke up, palms pressed into his face as he laid beside us.
“Sit up Yuuji, I’ll shotgun it to you,” He froze, peeking out at me between his fingers in mock fear.
“You just want an excuse to kiss me you pervert!”
“No Yuuji, it's not really kissing, that's actually a good idea, it’ll help you cough less,” Megumi piped up, unusually eager at the idea. “Here, we’ll show you,” He said, pulling me down into his lap, signaling me to finally take a hit from the blunt. I inhaled deeply, not sure how much I should breathe in before shotgunning someone, and when I pulled the blunt from my lips he lightly grabbed the sides of my face and was quickly slotting our mouths together with a smooth and almost practiced ease. Yuuji was wrong, Megumi is the real pervert here.
It was kissing and it wasn’t, and I pulled back flustered and feeling too warm, even in my skimpy clubbing outfit. Yuuji cleared his throat besides us, blushing and eyes dark with a pout, “I wanna try too,” scooting closer. I realized I was literally just straddling Meg, but he didn’t seem to mind as he took a hit before pressing the blunt back to my lips, making too much eye contact before he pulled it back and used his free hand to push me towards Yuuji. Who was looking at my lips like a lost puppy as he pulled me in, inhaling into me and pulling back dazed. “Fuck” grunted Megumi from underneath me. “You two look so fucking hot when you do that shit”
When they looked at me like that, pupils dilated as smoke fluttered between us, I didn’t care about the line. “Meg baby, I’ll show you something even hotter,” smirking as I pulled Yuuji forward by the collar of his shirt into an open mouthed kiss. Sucking his tongue into my mouth, he tasted like vanilla and weed. Yuuji whined into my mouth as Megumi leaned his head forward to rest on my shoulder to watch the show, hands leisurely roaming my sides. Yuuji pulled back a few inches, resting his forehead against mine with closed eyes. We had made out before in the past, so honestly it wasn’t really crossing the line, more like toeing it I rationalized. “You liked that a lot huh Yuuji,” Meg said as he reached in between us the palm Yuuji’s crotch. It was tented, even through his thick jeans, and Yuuji moaned open mouthed just an inch from my face.
What?
What the hell had happened to the line. Scrambling off Meg’s lap and pulling away from Yuuji, who had gone from leaning against me to falling off the bed after me in his horny stupor before he caught himself.
Megumi just looked up at me darkly, maintaining eye contact as he quickly turned and pulled Yuuji into a kiss. It looked too wet, so full of tongue and then I could hear their teeth clack against each other, hear the way Megumi slurped at Yuuji and I couldn’t look away from their mouths. Megumi’s big hands cradling Yuuji’s cheeks like he had cradled mine earlier. The room had become a sauna and Yuuji, sweet sweet Yuuji, was moaning desperately into Meg’s mouth, begging for more in between breaths as his free hand shot down to palm himself. “Please mmph-”
And then suddenly Megumi was pulling away, pushing his hands against the pink haired brats chest to stop him from chasing after him. He crawled to sit at the headboard of his queen bed, “Come sit in my lap Yuuji, facing Y/N, she’ll help you, right Y/N?” Yuuji was so obedient, quick to crawl after him and get comfortable, looking up into my eyes with a plea, and I had always given in to Yuujis pleas, so I crawled in after my boys. Megumi had already started unbuttoning Yuuji’s shirt, sucking hickeys into his neck. I gave Yuuji a chaste kiss, before dropping to trace the path of skin Megumi was slowly revealing with my lips. It felt natural and rehearsed, the weed easing my nerves. And when I reached his jeans I paused, because this was way more than toeing the line. We were friends. But Megumi’s hands were already there, unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans, whispering soft praise into Yuuji’s ear, “You’re doing so good for us Yuuji, we’ll make you feel so good.” And Yuuji was already so desperate and pleading. So I reached forward, helping pull off his jeans completely, face to face with tented briefs, a large wet spot forming at the apex.