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Recently, Megumi seemed adamant about only hanging out at Yuji's flat. Each time Yuji so much as mentioned the idea of dropping by his best friend's house, he was quickly met with a slurry of mumbled reasons as to why Megumi couldn't have any guests over. It was evident something wasn't quite right, Yuji just couldn't quite understand what that had to do with Megumi's reluctance to welcome him into his home. Was it something he had said? Had Yuji been unintentionally rude the last time he had visited? Whilst he admitted that perhaps he had overstepped some unspoken boundary when commenting on Megumi's newly appointed stepmother, surely Megumi hadn't taken that so close to heart.
If he were to be completely honest, Yuji was desperate to see you again. The gentle curve of your smile, the subtle flounce in your hair, even the delicate waft of floral perfume you always wore; everything about you was so soft. It was as though each delicate, gorgeous, soft part of you had been intentionally created to lure Yuji into a fathomless adoration. At this point, he had all but begged Megumi to let him stop by the house again, each plea seemingly falling on deaf ears. For whatever reason, Megumi seemed intent on preventing any possibility in which Yuji could be left alone with you for even just a moment.
Which is exactly why – yet again – Megumi, Yuji and Nobara had ended up crashing at Yuji's apartment for the evening. Practically speaking, this arrangement was the tried and true Thursday night hang out that seemed agreeable to everyone. Yuji didn't have the pressure of parents encouraging him to keep the place clean like Megumi, and he also had a superior supply of snacks unlike Nobara, who insisted on only buying whatever diet-related health superfood she was trying that week "to avoid temptation." This, however, didn't stop her from raiding Yuji's ice cream drawer at the first available opportunity each time she visited. These, along with a piling list of other banal excuses, were the exact same responses Yuji was met with each time he questioned Megumi as to why he never seemed to want his friends to visit anymore.
The trio had spent most of the evening watching a couple of movies and all but verbally abusing each other over rounds of Mario Kart. Yuji insisted that he was a pro at this, but Nobara was exploiting the game's mechanics by consistently selecting the heaviest characters with the sportiest bike each and every round. Megumi was his usual nonchalant self, making the occasional request to 'please, just shut up' each time his friends' jibes hit a little too close to home. Now chilled out and on the verge of sleep, the three of them had finally used up their energy for the evening and were lazing in front of the soft glow of the television. From Yuji's perspective at least, nothing seemed out of the ordinary amongst the group of friends.
A strident 'ping' roused them from their daze, the intrusive sound coming from Megumi's back pocket. He groaned in annoyance, instead opting to try and settle back into his snug position on the couch. Yet a second ping followed, then a third and fourth in quick succession. Yuji watched as his friend fished out his phone from his jean pocket, eyes squinting as they struggled to adjust to the screen in the relative darkness.
"My mum's coming to pick me up…" Grumbled Megumi, fingering his hair in an attempt to look presentable following his almost-nap. "Five minutes."
Yuji couldn't help but let out a tiny gasp in excitement. It had been weeks since he had first – and last – spent time with you, and the prospect of seeing you again for even just a moment was enough to make his heart beat just a tad faster. It was silly, he knew that; a fleeting, jejune fantasy that he was sure would pass in time. But Yuji was innocent, inexperienced, and he just couldn't seem to help himself.
"Your what?" Nobara yawned from her slumped position on the floor, rubbing the sleep from her eyes."...Am I still asleep?"
"No, dumbass." chided Megumi, rolling the knots out of his shoulders as he stood to leave. "You don't remember me telling you that my dad got remarried?"
Now more alert, Nobara replied with a quick, "Nope! Must have slipped my mind." She hauled herself up from the floor, which Yuji took as a sign that she was about to head out alongside Megumi, and so he followed suit. The reality of you being married to his best friend's dad made you forever unattainable, but Yuji would take whatever he could get; a fleeting wave outside his apartment block at 2am would be a moment he could treasure alone at night for weeks to come.
"Where are you two going?" Megumi groaned, acutely aware that both of his friends were eager to properly introduce themselves to you. His suspicions were confirmed as they both trailed behind him out of the apartment door and down the several flights of stairs.
"Is she old? How old is she exactly? Is she pretty? Your dad is pretty hot so she must be pretty. How did they even meet?" Nobara's line of questioning was not dissimilar from the onslaught that Yuji had unleashed after finding out about you. 'Were you pretty?' Yuji couldn't even put into words how overwhelming your beauty was, despite only getting the chance to appreciate you for no more than a handful of minutes.
They eventually reached the front entrance of the building, Megumi swinging the door open to the cool night air and the sight of your sleek convertible parked up on the curb. Even in the haze of the streetlights, Yuji knew that you were just as beautiful as he remembered you. Your lips shone with freshly painted gloss, eyes lined and bright, and hair still perfectly combed back despite the late hour. The only conclusion that Yuji could come to was that you simply looked gorgeous at every hour of the day.
Upon spotting the group making their way over to your car, you excitedly jumped out to greet them, much to Megumi's apparent horror based on the harsh lines that suddenly etched themselves between his brows. The soft clack of your wedged heels echoed loudly along the silent street, and Yuji can't help but shamelessly oogle the bare skin of your thighs exposed by your too-tiny skirt. Did you always dress like this on brisk October evenings?
"Hi Megumi!" You greeted, leaning in to give him a quick peck on the cheek. Immediately Megumi seemed to stiffen up, evidently not expecting any show of endearment from you. That was normal though, for step-parents to express gentle physical affection, right? That's at least what Yuji told himself as he watched Megumi hastily wipe your pink lip gloss from his face.
"Wow… You're gorgeous." Nobora said, her expression one of wonderment. "I'm Nobara; I'm sure Megumi's always talking about me."
"It's nice to meet you, Nobara." You giggled, immediately reaching out to hug her. "Since we're so close in age, it would be nice to have another girl friend, don't you think?"
Yuji watched as Nobara's ears turned a shade of scarlet, her hands haphazardly placed above your waist out of awkwardness. It appeared that not even Nobara was immune to your charms if her sudden embarrassment was anything to go by. And Yuji couldn't blame her; something mature, and new, and beautiful hung about you that was incomparable to any woman Yuji had met before. It intrigued him.
"Hello again, Yuji." It was now Yuji's turn to flounder under your gaze, cheeks heating up as he noticed your opened arms held towards him for another hug. He reached forward carefully, suddenly aware of the seething scowl that plastered Megumi's face. Sure, it was late at night, and definitely a few degrees from freezing, but surely it wasn't the prolonged wait in the autumnal air that had gotten Megumi's back up so much.
Yuji's hands had barely brushed against your back before you swiftly pulled him into a strong embrace. Notes of lavender and vanilla engulfed his senses, your perfume of choice lulling him into a feeling of familiarity, of home. He inhaled deeply, striving to commit the smell to memory for any nightly scenarios he may or may not concoct. Yuji could settle for this; dreaming up impossible situations in which you played his leading lady, holding and caressing him until the early hours of morning. A passing fixation that he was sure would eventually tire, or so he assumed.
Your lips rested close to his ear, "I missed you, Yuji. You'll have to come visit again soon." Your words rang just above a whisper, but the effect they had was undeniable. Shaky hands found their way to your waist, fingertips pressing ever-so-slightly into the cotton of your shirt. Even in the bitter night air, Yuji could still feel the warmth radiating from your skin grounding him in this moment. Yet another detail he could map to memory.
You pulled back with an expectant look, clearly wanting a response from him. Still slightly dumbfounded, Yuji struggled to force out a reply, and nothing came. Seconds ticked by, yet the only thing Yuji could seem to focus on was the knowing simper that had crept its way along your lips. It should have scared him; the understanding that you had purposely tried to catch him off-guard. Testing the limits of your charm over him in front of an audience. However, your total confidence and control of the situation only further enticed him.
Megumi's huff of annoyance did not go unnoticed. As if a switch had flipped, the cheeky guise sweeping your features melted into a look of pure innocence. With all your attention back on Megumi, you smiled sweetly at him before making your way back to the driver’s side of your car, with Megumi taking his place at the passenger side without further comment.
“It was lovely seeing you both!” You beamed, sliding into the creamy leather seat behind the steering wheel. Yuuji couldn’t help but let his eyes trail down to your legs again, entranced by the way the fat of your thighs pushed together, the fabric of your barely-there skirt stretching tight across the top. What would it feel like, he wondered, to lay his head there in your plush lap as you worked your graceful fingers through his scalp? To rest his cheek on the innermost skin of your thigh as he let his lips wander from left to right before settling right in the centre. Wide hands spreading across your hips as he struggled to help you just stay still.
“Don’t be a stranger, let’s hang out sometime!” Nobara’s blaring call wrenched Yuji from his reverie. His eyes snapped back to your face - were you smirking at him? Had you somehow read his mind? Suddenly the freezing October air had risen to a sweltering 40 degrees, or at least it felt that way; Yuji felt himself becoming hotter and hotter under the intensity of your stare, sweat beading at the nape of his neck as he struggled to stop the quivering in his hands. There was absolutely no way you hadn’t noticed.
Without breaking eye contact, you replied to Nobara, “I’ll take you up on that, you know.” Oh god, did this mean you had planned on seeing him again so soon after all? Even the mere idea had his heart racing just that little bit faster inside his ribcage. He felt like some silly little school boy with a silly little school crush, and he could feel you lapping up every moment of his embarrassment.
“It’s late,” Grunted Megumi, “Can we get going?” His gaze had hardly moved from the dashboard in front of him, eyes boring into the white and grey plastic of the car interior as if it would ground him to the spot. It was difficult to tell exactly what kind of emotion glazed over Megumi in that moment - irritation? Exasperation? Jealousy…? Yuji concluded that whatever it was, it’d be best not to bring up the idea of hanging out with his hot stepmother in the future. Poor guy.
The car engine roared to life as you gave one last wave to Nobara and Yuji, your smile seemingly outshining the glow of the street lamps. Yuji continued to watch your figure as you reversed back into the road and drove into the inky night, your dusky Mercedes barely distinguishable from the dark road save from the cherry flare of your rear lights. The blare of your radio - a soft, upbeat pop sound - bounced clearly along the empty concrete street, and Yuji couldn’t help but let out an involuntary chuckle; despite the fact you were practically a mother and felt lightyears away from him in terms of experience and maturity, you really were a young woman with similar tastes to anyone else Yuji’s age. He used this thought as a form of comfort that his rising infatuation really wasn’t that out of the ordinary, that you were just another pretty girl.
Except you weren’t. Whilst it’s true Yuji had never put much effort into pursuing a relationship, he knew what he liked. It was just typical that the first person he had a genuine interest in - the first person who appeared to have a genuine interest in him - was essentially off limits for life. Curves, confidence, an excellent sense of humour. A thick ass that was just too big to fit in the palms of his hands didn’t hurt either. What on earth was he thinking?
“I was right, she really is gorgeous.” Nobara sighed, pulling out her phone to check the time - late. “Do you really think she wants to hang out with me? Do you think she’s into girls, too?”
“Nobara!” Yuji nudged his friend by the shoulder in a feeble attempt to shush her. “You can’t just go around asking that!”
“Why not?”
“She’s- Well, because she’s like Megumi’s mom now!”
“So? That just makes her a milf.”
Taken aback by Nobara’s brute honesty, Yuji stopped for a moment to consider her words. Was that really what he’d call you? A milf? You couldn’t have been any more than 3 years older than him, maybe 5 at a real push. It was hard enough to rationalise his feelings for you without trying to tackle the struggle of an age gap.
“... Yeah, well you could have said that in front of her.”
“Don’t be ridiculous!” Nobara retorted, that same pink flush from earlier creeping its way along her neck again. “You can’t be so disrespectful towards a woman!”
Yuji laughed, a clear, reverberant sound that carried into the night air. ‘Disrespectful’ was certainly one word to describe the thoughts that swirled around Yuji’s head that evening. If Nobara had caught on, she didn’t make it known as she gave her friend a lazy wave goodbye, starting the short walk back to her own car which was parked not too far away.
And Yuji was left by himself in the crisp, autumnal air. Cheeks reddened and chest heaving despite the temperature. The promise of seeing you again both terrified and thrilled him, the two extremities sending a short jolt of adrenaline through him. Or rather, a flash of arousal straight to his dick.