i love mazzy star

she could feel your legs twitch and eyes roll back, signalling you were close. it was sight she was too familiar with. a sight that she craved. “w-wanna cum...” you mumbled shakenly, hips rutting against her fingering you.

she leaned in closer, inching her fingers in that specific angle she knows you like. the one that makes you cream all over her fingers, releasing your orgasm for her to lick up and taste. maki moves faster, her physical prowess easily letting her speed up and please you as much as she wants. “look at your cunt… you wanna come that badly? she asked, licking your jaw.

“beg for it.”

god, you were so fucking wet. your sweet moans echoed in the bedroom, bouncing off the walls the more maki made you feel good. it was like a drug to hear—how pathetic you were. how much of a whore she made you. she relished in it, slapping your pussy with your juices leaking out on her hands.

“c’mon, baby. beg me to make you come.” she raised a brow, taunting you. before you could even whine, she raised her palm, slapping your pussy again, the motion making you whimper.

“want you inside of me first…” you hastily moaned, hands clawing at her scarred arm, maki’s muscles subtly flexing when she gripped your thigh in response. a sick grin showed up when she processed what you said. “yeah? you want me to fuck your little cunt?”

maki got up immediately, grabbing her strap from your bedside table, quickly putting it on in mere seconds before you could reply. your beady eyes and twitching pussy already said everything for you.

as she put on some lube on her strap, you watched with anticipation as she towered over you. her built stature making you drool, hands reaching out to hold her close. you were already stretched, ready to take her. there was nothing better than the sight of you.

she aligned herself, pressing slowly, taking in the way your head rolled back, chest popping up as you arched. “that’s my good girl…” maki reassured, hand gripping the roots of your hair tightly, almost as if was purchase for resistance. she was gonna fucking lose it if you kept whining her name.

“m-maki… mmh.. maki, fuck—“

“shut up.” she mumbled under her breath, pressing her lips against yours and biting your lower lip so you gasp just enough to slide her tongue in. the kiss was sloppy, messy, like she just wanted to devour you and take the scent of your body in her soul. it was addicting. you were addicting.

maki’s hips rocked forward slowly, sliding in and out—the sinful sounds of your cunt sounding out. the slick between you two stuck like glue, slapping as she made repeated contact.

“i’m just gettin’ started baby.”

fuck, you were in for a treat.

"Stop walking so fast!"

"I'm going to be late for dinner." You answered so quickly she thought you'd been rehearsing that response all morning. A big lie, because she knew your family didn't usually eat dinner so early; she herself had been there more than once.

Maki quickened her pace again, her fingers brushing your shoulder for a second before you walked away once more, and for some reason, that stirred something in her stomach. She hated it when you walked away like that. A feeling that something like this could happen permanently settled in her stomach.

You felt her fingers dig into your skin, even through your sweater, forcing you to take a few steps back, and for a second you thought you'd fall. Maki used that second to step in front of you, her brow furrowed, and you noticed the way she pressed her lips together. You'd always teased her for doing that when she was annoyed…

Oh, you had annoyed Maki.

"Stop acting like an idiot!" You knew that her words weren't really meant to insult you; when Maki called you that, she never meant it seriously. But the slight tone of frustration had not gone unnoticed by you, especially after spending so many years memorizing her way of speaking.

"Am I acting like an idiot? The boy you're doing your project with is an idiot! He gets way too close to you, and I don't like his hair."

"And why do you care?" Those words caught you off guard. The annoyed expression on your face completely transformed. Your fingers tightened on your backpack strap, trying to process her question.

Why did you care so much?

"It bothers me because we didn't do the project together, and now I have to work twice as hard." Lie. Lie, lie. Maybe it would have sounded like a reasonable excuse if your voice hadn't trembled and any trace of confidence hadn't completely vanished.

She remained motionless for what seemed like an eternity. She had spent so much time silently getting to know you, learning your favorite things and what made you laugh on those days when you simply didn't want to get out of bed. Learning your favorite foods and the gestures you made at specific moments. And one night, the question of what she would do with all that information if you left her life had attacked her mind. Because although she had never said it out loud, Maki didn't want to lose you.

Your eyes had met so many times you'd lost count, but in that moment, Maki's gaze felt like it was burning you. Your eyes darted away from her, knowing she'd have that expression that would make you realize any attempt you'd made to hide your feelings over the past few months had been utterly pointless.

Her fingers gripped your wrist, as if trying to make sure you weren't about to run away, even though you hadn't made any effort to move away. It was a lie; she knew it, and you knew she'd noticed. Maybe that's why your breathing had become heavier and your heart was pounding so hard you wondered if she could hear it.

"Look at me." It wasn't an order; her voice was surprisingly firm when you expected the complete opposite. "Stop making excuses for guys I don't even care about."

Her words made you lift your face so quickly that she noticed the flicker of doubt in your eyes. Of course, you knew Maki wasn't going to throw away years of friendship for some guy she didn't even seem to like that much; she didn't need to literally kick him to realize it. But your jealousy wasn't because of that.

"I just don't like seeing you with someone else." That admission burned your throat, the air felt thicker, and the trembling in your fingers made you cling to her.

You mentally prepared yourself for whatever situation might come next: a speech about why you were completely wrong. Maybe even some laughter followed by a rejection where she admitted she'd noticed your feelings a long time ago. However, your brain was never prepared for what happened next.

Her eyes drifted to your lips. She'd always wondered what it would be like to have them on hers, and the impulse that coursed through her veins was impossible to stop. Not when something stirred in her chest with the need to remind you that there was no one else. She'd never had such a deep connection with anyone else, and the idea of ​​replicating something similar seemed almost impossible. So, for once, she let the impulse win.

And then her lips met yours.

The little experience you had with kissing had never been entirely desired; you'd felt it in your chest when there was simply nothing more, when there were no feelings involved. So, when the girl you'd been in love with for years pressed her lips to yours, your brain shut down for several seconds, unsure of what to do.

For a split second, Maki thought she'd ruined it. You'd frozen in her grasp, and when she was about to pull away, she felt your fingers slide down her neck to stop her. Your lips moved timidly against hers, feeling the fear of ruining what you had waited so long for.

You felt a physical pain when she had to pull away. Maki never thought she'd want something as much as she wanted to taste your lips again in that moment.

"Stop worrying about him when I don't even like boys," her voice sounded shaky due to the way she was trying to regain her composure and her breathing.

Your body froze at those words; for a second you had no idea what to say. "You… you… don't like boys." You'd spent so much time worrying about any guy who got too close to her that the possibility she didn't even care had never crossed your mind.

Your lips pressed against hers again, and Maki's arms wrapped around you, preventing you from pulling away this time. You'd never considered becoming addicted to anything, but it was likely you were becoming addicted to her lips in that moment, because every time you pulled away from her, it was only long enough to catch your breath for a few seconds.

It was certain you'd be late for dinner this time.

No. It's an insatiable hunger. One that is unfortunately only fulfilled when standing in the throes of unfunny men with body odor and with sex being the only thing in their tiny brains. Her charm works easy against the guards they should have up around a pretty girl. Their eyes following the bounce of her tits and their legs opening with just the lick of her bottom lip. It was easy.

But, also it's messy. Really fucking messy. Shoko hates that the most, sometimes suffering from the hunger pains so that she can skip the whole clean up spiel. The ritual needing a lot more than a paper towel and some household cleaner to wipe away the remnants of the feast. Staining her outfits, the floors, bedsheets, sometimes even under her nails — it's the reason why she only gets red nail polish on her nails now. Streaks of the aftermath decorating once egg shell colored walls in distasteful configurations.

Two things, but really the weight of one, calms this hunger that rips out of her chest and empties the pit of her stomach.

Men's blood. But, especially the blood of a virgin.

So, that's why she's here in Ryomen Sukuna's bedroom. The stench of man whore and his stale cologne that was probably gifted to him in high school isn't strong enough to control her mouth watering. That sharp smell of the sweet liquid wags its finger at her as she inhales through her nose. She could almost cum at the smell alone, watching his pulse beat against his taut neck.

Crimson eyes hungrily take her in, as they always do. Pink hair plastered on his forehead as sweat slowly drips down his temples. His cock still freed, semi hard between his thick legs as he sits on the edge of his bed and watches her, watch him.

She wants to get this over with. Get her fix and run off, forgetting that she ever let him touch her — but what's a predator who doesn't toy with their food?

"Are you just going to stand there?" Sukuna juts his chin towards her, lips curled up in that smug grin and his eyes narrowing on her bare thighs. Next to him, the used condom slithers against his bedsheets, falling quietly on his already stained rug.

His shirt flows on her body, long and spacious — Shoko believes she can hide her true intentions within the threads and he still wouldn't realize what's to become of him. She lets it engulf her, standing an arms length away. Her stomach grumbling loud enough that it drums against her ear, her hands wanting to circle around her waist and offer some quick reprieve.

The posters of half naked women who didn't consent to watch him jerk off at night, send sly smiles and winked eyes her way. As if they know whats to come, rallying behind her and her one-woman eradication initiative. Or more so, her very specific diet plan.

Shoko fixes her grin to match his, enjoying the little battle of wit they so often have — despite Sukuna being vile, she might miss that the most. "I have a question for you," she shrugs, the picture of indifference. Her fingers wanting to claw the skin on his neck away until it's just flesh, bone, and blood for her — but she understands playing the long game.

His eyes shoot open, his grin growing wider. One of his hands comes from behind him, grabbing the base of his cock, squeezing lightly. Shoko forces the eye roll away, of course he would think it's a sexual question — he is a man after all.

She tucks her tongue between her cheek, cocking her head to the side and making sure her eyes don't leave his. "Shoot," he says gruffly.

"Are you a virgin?"

Everything in the dark room stills. A few papers fluttering on his desk from the breeze circling in from his opened window. The posters watching in real time as confusion wraps around Sukuna's broad shoulders.

Shoko bites her lips to stop the laugh itching its way up her throat. Sukuna watching her with narrowed eyes and furrowed brows, his hand still wrapped around his cock.

"The fuck are you on about?" His voice comes out steady, confused. But Shoko sees it, that little vein protruding on his neck. Her eyes skipping over the precum dribbling at the head of his cum streaked shaft, skipping over the stiff bed sheets, and zeroing on the blood coursing through his body. She almost jumps on him then, her tongue rolling along her canines. "We literally just fucked."

"So, you’ve done butt stuff?" Shoko's tone drips with faux innocence and it clashes with the the flash of annoyance creeping through his crimson eyes.

He scoffs, Shoko swallows another laugh. Her stare is still following every beat of his pulse against his neck. "I don’t think that's how that fucking works." A breeze whips into the room harshly, as if it's sending him a signal he won't catch on. "Do I look like a man to do ass stuff?"

Her stomach growls loudly, she doubts he heard it but the stains in his rug and the hidden box of condoms sure did. Her feet starts to tap impatiently against the floor, his tshirt brushing against her bare thighs with every movement.

"Aren't big unruly men like you," she points a delicate, manicured finger his way, "into ass play?"

His hand around his still semi hard cock, flies into the air. His other hand coming to rub against his forehead. Shoko commends just how much he's trying to hold on to the irritation that wants to explode out of him, in hopes of wetting his dick again.

Typical man, she almost whispers with disgust. However, she stays looking at him with fake doe eyes and hunger causing her thighs to clench around the thought of finally sinking her teeth into him.

He lets out a long stream of breath, his eyes narrowing with every single second of air expelling out of his huge body. "I fuck asses if that's what you're asking," and his face contorts into a look of recognition, like he just figured out why Shoko asked. "If you'd like to try anal," his shoulders shrug, his cock slowly springing up from its half state, "I won't be against it."

Shoko sends a smile that doesn't meet her eyes, his stupidity and lack of self awareness making this easier than she wanted it to be. "Well, thank God," she starts to walk over to him, the rug punching against the soles of her feet, giving her a little feeling of life before she devours his. "That's exactly why I was asking."

A stupid, toothy smirk stretches along his features as he leans back on his elbows — welcoming Shoko's body in between his. His hardness pressing against her belly as she leans towards his embrace, his hands reaching up to sink into the plushness of her thighs. His head drops back as he looks up at her, not a thought of blood and death behind his eyes.

Her hands come up to run through his hair as she debates whether to straddle him and offer him the confidence of a man dying mid stroke, or just take what she is starving for.

She chooses the latter.

She moves forward, her lips brushing against his tense jaw as she works her way down to his neck. Inhaling the sweet smell of the liquid pumping against her tongue.

Sukuna groans as his hands squeeze a little tighter, it would be painful if Shoko wasn't close to ecstasy. The hunger gnawing at every roll of her tongue against his beating pulse. She pulls back, her lips still close enough to feel the uptick of his pulse. "I hope in the next life you would think about ass play," she shudders, before taking a deep breath. Her canines sinking into the tan skin of the burly man under her.

A surprised croak rushes out of him, his hands flying from the back of her thighs to grab at her waist — but it's no feat. The sweet taste of Sukuna's blood stains Shoko's tongue, and that's enough for her to overpower the much bigger man — pushing him down against the sheets. Her legs coming up to straddle his thighs as she sucks his life away.

Blood gurgling as Sukuna tries to speak, tries to fight the feast happening on his body. His hands beating against the firmness of her hips. The hits feel like butterfly kisses compared to the life rushing on her taste-buds. Blood trickles down Shoko's chin, her chest, staining his grey tshirt, pooling on his bed. Her hands grip his hair tighter, feeling every breath he's trying to take as she draws it away with the ruby colored liquid.

She starts to grind against his still hard cock, the frenzy of finally feeding making everything messier, a little hotter. Shoko's teeth sinking deeper into his cooling flesh, her eyes squeezed shut as she feels herself about to cum from just the taste of his fight to live.

Then, there's a thud downstairs. Shoko immediately pulls herself off. Hands slipping from his hair, shaky and tapping in the puddle of blood under the pink haired man. His hits have ceased, crimson eyes missing that usual light of life behind them. She almost feels bad.

Liquid trickles its way down to where her knees press into either side of him, staining her pale skin in a splotchy crimson color.

Footsteps bang against the staircase leading to the bedroom where she's having her feast. Those posters of the half naked women watching with intense interest as Shoko remembers, Sukuna has a fucking roommate.

"Shit," she mumbles to herself, her eyes narrowing to the door knob that started to jiggle.

Golden halos of light flicker against your walls, little pockets of gold watching the scene unfold. Candles being the only light source in your small room, shining against the porcelain skin of your best friend. Her skin looks warm, soft — like it wants to be touched. Goosebumps trailing up her bare arms and trickling over the top of her chest, the breeze coming from the dark autumn night and the crack in your busted window. Your eyes following the constellation of bumps decorating her pretty skin and dropping down to valley between her breasts — the pink tank top you let her borrow three years ago, the perfect home for her plump tits.

The soft light blinks off the pictures tacked in a disorganized array — snapshots of family, snippets of graduations, portraits at proms, and moments where your eyes hopelessly land on the girl currently in your bed. Some photos show your gazes meeting, your eyes locked on each others, nothing cutting through the connection you've built over the years.

The walls of your dorm room carrying secrets of girlhood and hushed awakenings, as if you used a ballpoint point pen to scribble daily journal entries — detailing everything you'd never say out loud. They've heard the confessions you promised to store in your heart forever, guilt washing away when you know the concrete listened as well.

The room has quietly observed you sit shoulder to shoulder with the person whispering about personality dilemmas, heartbreak, and the new girlfriend that the tool, Gojo Satoru, cheated on.

Her hair brushing against your shoulder, her lips curved around the shell of your ear, her breath hot against your neck — your thighs clenching as you pretend to not notice just how close she is.

No secrets are being spoken into the chilled room tonight.

It's just you and Shoko.

Your backs flat against the softness of your extra small bed — your finger tips brushing against her cold ones. Your arm feeling the bumps peppering her skin, as if it's trying to tell you a secret of hers in morse code. But, you know everything there is to know about Shoko Ieiri. Just as she knows everything there is to know about you.

You like moments like this most. When Shoko's charm isn't for anyone — charisma turned low, her magnetic pull only working on you. No men trailing behind her heels. She's not batting her eyelashes and placing the tip of a pen in between her teeth. No fake laughter at watered down jokes and mansplaining.

No, she's just here. She's herself. Corny inside jokes, ash stained air, and faint kisses on cheeks when old memories resurface. Cigarette haze threading through your hair, filling your nostrils with every inhale — fusing her scent to your senses.

Shoko is just yours.

Which you feel like she hasn't been in awhile. Your friendship and connection still strong, heart still beating the same way, emotions capturing you both in a similar manner. She still embodies a lazy grin that causes you to send one of your own, the same shampoo smell etched into your pillow case — but, her eyes gleam a little darker, skin a little more dull, cold.. despite looking warm enough for an embrace. Her chest missing that normal pitter of the heartbeat you've come to recognize. The air humming along with her disenchanted sighs and with every odd little shift of her body, the room exhaling what she may be against the journal entries on your walls.

Her voice breaks the silence, pulling your eyes from where they been lingering on her cleavage. "You being a virgin," Shoko says, her voice carrying that natural seductive tilt. The one she puts on when she's straddling your thighs to help you put on eyeliner, always complimenting your eye shape. Your heart always one inch away from beating directly into her chest.

She looks over, head tilting, brown eyes sweeping over your face as the candlelight glows between you — flickering whenever she blinks softly. Using the light, and your extensive memorization of her features, you can count every lash, every little beat of mischief in her tone and grin. And that's why you don't miss the way her pupils dilate from the word 'virgin'.

Your shoulders shiver as you blink back at her. Watching as her charm flicks into the air of your shoddy dorm room, flowing with the breeze kicking in. "Just doesn't make sense."

You swallow down the waver itching its way to your throat to be thrown with the words you're going to say. Cheeks warming at her stare, her grin grows wider as if she knows just how much her closeness affects you. "Technically, not really," your voice comes out steady enough that you feel accomplished. Your eyes dropping to where her fingers are wiggling near yours, the cold digits asking to be warmed with yours. "Remember, Sukuna fingered me in freshman year."

From the corner of your eye, you can see the breeze assaulting your pale white window curtain. The curtain thrashing against the panes of your window in a silent battle of mother natures.

With a scoff, your eyes follow the sound and stare back at the brown eyes watching you with all the care in the room. "God, you didn't cum," she chuckles, it's watered down and deep. The sound vibrating from her chest, your eyes dropping to her tits once more. "That doesn't count."

You never truly understood why virginity is such an important conversation to Shoko. Her mind circling back to that little bit about you as if it's dangling in front of her on a fishing rod, just waiting for her to bite and catch it between her teeth.

You don't know what to do with your own virginity. The notion of sex always in the back of your mind as you focus on school, jobs, Shoko. It's always there, hidden deep in your gut, along with emotions you're not sure should be said out loud.

The bed shifts as she scoots a little closer, her thigh cooling the heat emitting from your bare one. "Geto is also a virgin," you mindlessly let out, a shrug following your words. Your mind jumping to the raven haired boy.

You two have been on a couple of dates. Geto always being insightful, kind, detached but still a fingertip away. His hands always caressing and his comments teetering on admirable respect instead of lustful correspondence.

There have been make outs, hands traveling to regions that are usually covered with damp clothing. Your own comfort always the thing he reacts to first. His eyes taking you in to make sure your disheveled appearance is from excitement rather than nerves, as his cock bites the inside of his jeans.

"Virgins can't fuck virgins," her voice has this hardness you can't really place. Rough around the edges, leaving space between the golden light flickering between you two for more questions and unsaid answers.

You roll your head to the side, watching as she leans on her elbows. Her brunette hair cascading down her shoulders as she looks down at you — the hardness that was evident in her voice doesn't match the warmth in her pupils.

Your fingers begins to tap along your thigh, waiting for something you just don't know is about to happen. "I never heard of that," you whisper, watching as goosebumps litter her pale arms once more. The cool air not affecting you the same way.

You feel hot under her gaze. Her eyes wandering from your face, blinking at your lips, trailing down to the tank top where your pebbled nipples peek through, and down to your bare legs — your thighs involuntarily clenching from the heat of the stare. You swallow back a thank you, as your black panties won't give away the pool of arousal dampening the lace.

"I just made it up."

You let out a breathless laugh at this, rolling your eyes as you watch her move her hair behind her ears. Following the slenderness of her neck, watching as she swallows and her fingers loop behind her ear. Every movement precise, every move a call for you to keep up with. Your mind has long forgotten the virginity talk, forgotten Suguru Geto and his soft hands.

You eyes are on her. Your cunt dripping, for her.

"And who exactly am I going to fu-"

Before you can finish your question, figure out the journey of your virginity loss from the eyes of your best friend — unnatural blurs of movement and the scent of cigarette smoke and Shoko's vanilla perfume tickle your nose. Her body shifting against yours as she settles on her side, one of her legs hooking around your waist and pulling you in.

Shoko's head is against her palm as she's propped up by her elbow. Her face mere inches from yours, your eyes failing at looking at anything else but the plumpness of her bottom lip. Your tank top gracing her upper half dipping low enough that one fast movement and her tits would be on full display for you to see.

The air around becomes thick, the space between you two folds in itself. A ball of nervous anticipation ignited in the pit of your stomach as you realize what's happening. Shoko's intoxicating smell wafting over you like a soft quilt before she's close enough that you can't do anything but let her lips capture yours.

It starts sweet, almost like how you'd imagine a middle school kiss in the back of the auditorium would start out. Her hand brushing your jaw, a ghost of contact — your heart beating for more, waiting for her to guide you. And you let her. Her lips finding yours in way that feels both lazy and deliberate. The bounce of the candle shadows telling you this was her plan all along.

You lean into the kiss, the taste of something sweet that you can't quite place your finger on drags along your mouth as her tongue starts to glide against yours. A gentle battle of lips, tongues, and slight nibbles of bottoms lips — the throb between your legs thumping so harshly, you're surprised she doesn't feel it against the length of her leg wrapped around your hip.

Your hands grab at her leg, trying to find some balance while her hand on your jaw grips tightly, pulling you deeper into her mouth.

She pulls back, your heart crashing against your chest. Your cunt clenching as you feel your slick stain the lace of your panties. "Let me help you with that," she whispers against your spit slicked lips. Her slender hand softly trailing along the tenseness of your body, tapping at your hip and you lift them up in anticipation.

Your head feels all hazy. The room blurring into nothingness as you could only pay attention to Shoko and where her hands are groping at. The hand on your jaw still firm, her other hand rolling against the hem of your soaked underwear. "This isn't actually losing my virginity," you huff out as her lips starts to drag down your jaw. Her tongue rolling down your neck as her head swoops in and she starts to suck on your pulse beating erratically on your neck.

She chuckles against you, causing you to shiver. "Oh, shut up," you feel every vibration of her lips still brushing your clammy skin. "You can finally cum using something other than your fingers or that pink dildo hidden under your bed." Your eyes shoot up at the revelation but also at the intrusion of Shoko's fingers finally slipping between your skin and the lace branding your hip.

With ease and the confidence of a girl who knows how to gather everyone in her palm, two of her fingers trails along the puffy folds of your cunt. Your back arches, your eyes squeezing shut as she continues to kiss and suck against the column of your neck. The heat of your slick coating her fingers with each brush of your clit.

Your nails dig into her leg, leaving crescent shaped mementos of pleasure. She doesn't react to the pierce, the kissing on your neck becoming a little more aggressive. Her breathing deep and heavy as she tries to swallow your pulse, basically chewing it out of your body.

Two of her digits following the leak of your arousal, with every flick of her fingers they linger on your throbbing clit, tapping lightly before using your slick to glide to your clenching hole. Your breath hitching as you wait for more. A harsh rub of your bundle of nerves, a push of her fingers grinding against your honeyed walls.

Everything that's been different about Shoko is long forgotten as you start to grind your hips up, meeting her torturously slow massage of your dripping pussy. Her lips are still latched to your hot skin, her mouth molding against every sigh and whimper you let slip out from your chest.

Then, one long drag on her fingers from your pulsating clit to your dripping hole, they slip in easily — your pussy automatically clamping down on her slender fingers. Your pulse quickens, the ache in your thighs from just how much your enjoying begins to hurt, her fingers stilling — allowing you to get comfortable with the feel of them against your gummy walls.

You start to shamelessly jut your hips up, wanting some friction. Wanting her fingers to delicately bring you to the edge you've been wanting to fall over for years now. She chuckles, her fingers slowly pulling out as you let out a strangled moan.

"Bu-but," you trying to catch your breath. She drops the sweet act, the taking it slow — thrusting her fingers back in. Grinding against your syrupy walls as she pumps her fingers in to the hilt, the edge of her palm rubbing against your trembling clit. Sounds of warbled moans slipping from your lips, her sucking of your neck, and your pussy welcoming each movement of her fingers.

"What can I do I in - shit - return?"

Your eyes are shut closed, but you're sure you can make out the toothy smile she's embedding into your body. The coolness of her canines nibbling into your skin causes a rush of heat to your core, the slick gushing around her fingers as she quickens her pace.

Breath hot, body pressing into yours — giving you no room to fight, even if you did want to. Her fingers still grinding against the warmth of your cunt, curling whenever your clenched hole swallows them.

She whispers against you."You're going to let me feed."

The energy of the town is edgy. Well, not for Shoko.

She stands near you, bundled up under a thick fleeced lined jacket that's doing nothing to fight the coldness she just naturally feels. She watches you, the way the wind whips your hair. Watches how there is still some warmth to your cheeks despite you being near her.

Talk about Ryomen Sukuna and his stupid roommate, Toji Fushiguro shreds through the campus like a vine against a withered building. Apparently, they were found in their apartment, pools of blood dried up under them as their throats were cut open. Sukuna was naked, hand wrapped around his flaccid cock. Toji was in between the hallway and his roommate's room, clothes on but socks stained red as if he padded around in his friend's death.

He didn't.

Shoko just thought it was funny to drag his pure white socks in the vibrant color of red. She knows how to make unplanned mistakes a little fun. She had to with what caught her off guard.

"What are we going to do about the curfew now?" Your voice brings Shoko back to the school quad where you are. You're not looking at her, your eyes looking out towards a table where someone is head down in a book.

And as if he knew your eyes were on his slouched frame, Suguru Geto looks up. His raven hair dancing with the wind as a gust of autumn air travels through the quad, bringing along an array of reddish leaves that have long since fallen from their positions on branches.

Shoko tries her hardest to hide the lump she has to swallow as she studies him. His cheeks brushed with a pink hue, a sign of life and blood rushing through his body. His eyes light as he stares back at you, his tongue rolling along his bottom lip.

She watches as you two share a long look, her fingers digging into her jacket pocket. "What about it?" She asks indifferently, ignoring the hunger creeping up just as slowly as Suguru is walking to the little bubble you two have created.

You look towards her again, the same sign of life painted on Suguru's cheeks aren't evident on yours. "I was planning on asking Geto to hang out today," another strong gust of wind whips in between the quad. Newspaper articles with Sukuna and Toji's face pasted on the front dance along the wind storm happening.

"What will we do?"

Both of your heads snap up at the man towering over you. His aura is quiet, calm — if Shoko didn't have such trained eyes and ears, she'd barely be able to pick up the inconsistency of his heartbeat. His hands balled up in his front pockets, as he stands on the balls of his feet.

"You two could finally fuck," Shoko drawls, voice rough as she points her chin out towards Suguru.

"Shoko," you send a sideways glance her way. Shoko almost laughs at how well you're pretending — she does know you after all.

Suguru laughs, it's low and confident. "You make it sound romantic."

"If that's what you have to believe to finally get it over with, sure," Shoko blows a strand of hair out of her face catching the way your hooded eyes trace every movement between Suguru and her. Your teeth sinking into your plump bottom lip.

You're hungry.

"I'm not opposed to the idea," he shrugs his broad shoulders, the movement still smooth despite the nervousness that's bubbling out of him. His cheeks a brighter red, his pupils a little more dilated, fists sinking deeper into his pockets. "Just want to make sure you're comfortable with it." He pays no mind to Shoko.

"She is."

He looks over at Shoko finally, narrowing his eyes as he keeps that easy smug stretched across his lips. "I think she should tell me that," and if Shoko didn't have bigger plans, she should've jumped and took him right here on school grounds. But again, she liked to play with her food and it isn't every day that a virgin of the male species falls into your palms.

"I was going to ask you to hang out tonight," there's a sweet melody to your voice. It's safe, inviting.

He smiles, one that lights his eyes up as he stares down at you. "What if we get our throats cut like those tools?" Someone near them trips over one of those newspapers that got thrashed around a little while before.

She watches the newspaper get imprinted with footprints. "At least you would've finally came before meeting your untimely demise," she shrugs, her brain jumping to just how sweet he would taste. Her mouth starts to water.

"Heavenly way to die, huh?"

Your wide eyes jump between him and her, trailing down each other their bodies as if you're comparing your choices. You end up keeping your eyes locked on Shoko as you start to speak. "I was planning at staying at Shoko's," you shrug, still staring at her. Shoko nods her head before sending you a smug grin. "Since it's bigger and out of town."

"You should come over," Shoko finally looks at Suguru who watches you both with the profound interest of a scientist watching their subjects.

He nods, eyebrows furrowing quickly before he throws on his casual face. The easy grin, the eye glint, as he stares at you, and the quiet hum of his blood pumping through is body.

The room is cold. Suguru is warm, hot almost. The feel of his skin on your fingertips acts as if you're touching an open flame.

Shoko's bedside table lamp is the only light shining into the room. The dim shade following the way his lips crashes against yours. Your tongue lapping along the curve of his as your noses brush and his hair tickles your forehead.

Suguru's flavor blooms on your tastebuds, tasting of something slightly sweet. However, he smells even sweeter. Every inhale of his scent causes you to grind down a little harder, your clothed cunt dragging along the tent in his sweatpants.

His back is flushed against the mahogany headboard, your thighs caging him in as you try to muster up the courage of a girl who did this before. The woes of your virginity watching as your hands paw at his bare chest, feeling his heart skip a couple beats. Your right thumb toying with the bar of his nipple piercing, his chest cavity shuddering under the touch.

Your teeth sink into his bottom lip, making the kiss a little more aggressive, possibly even sacred as his hands grip at your hips. A whine of his rolls into your mouth as you start to pull away from the kiss, strings of spit connecting your swollen lips even after you've moved away. His palms on your hips still carry a certain level of softness to them. They feel the shiver coursing through your body as you almost feel bad for what's to come.

He stares at you, eyes glazed over as they take in your half naked state, pupils dilating at the satin bra covering your chest. Hooded eyes drop along the curve of your soft belly, taking in the plushness of your thighs caged around his slender waist. Tongue tucking into his rose colored cheek as he zeros in on the way you're leaving a damp spot on this erection.

You practice your breathing, inhaling through your nose and exhaling slowly. The raise and drop of your chest creating a beat within in the taut air between your close bodies. "Do you think we will know what to do?" You whisper, leaning forward enough that your tits press against his solid chest. The coolness of his piercing burning your skin.

He lets out a breathless laugh, the laugh cutting short when you accidentally grind down on him. A whine pushing through as his once soft grip on your shivering hips becomes tighter.

There's a heat growing in the pool of your stomach, flashing through your curled toes and throbbing clit against the length of his girth. You want more, and watching him whine and stare at you through nerves and the drape of both of your inexperienced natures — you almost want to devour him. Swallow him whole and learn each others bodies from the inside out.

But, you're sure Shoko won't like the change in her plan.

"Should we invite Shoko?"

His eyes bore into yours, your face close enough that one more inch forward and you'll be able to feel what he's about to say against your lips.

His eyebrows furrow, quickly reverting back to the face of a boy just excited to finally fuck. You don't miss the way his hip involuntary juts upwards, a twitch almost.

"Isn't that a little codependent?"

You smile, it's innocent and sweet. You watch in real time his guard rolling back down, like your hips rolling to meet his.

"Was it codependent when you followed Gojo to the bathroom?" you ask, finally closing the gap between you and capturing his lips with yours.

His hands pull you forward, using the slick leaking between your thighs as a force to glide against his length. Whatever reservations he thought he had are gone, mingling with the soft moans coming from both of you and the sound of the door opening behind you.

"Isn't it a man's dream to fuck two girls?" You mumble against his lips, his tongue prodding into your mouth to taste whatever you're willing to give him.

"He's a virgin," you feel the bed shift behind you. Goosebumps crawling up your shoulder blades as your nipples pebble from the sheer thought of Shoko being anywhere near you. "Anything involving women is a dream come true," you pull away, hands pushing into his chest as you look over your shoulder — ignoring Suguru's palms griping your hip bones and his half lidded eyes trying to find a reason behind his cock seemingly throbbing more than it did before. "We could shit at his feet and he'd cream his pants."

The bedside lamp flickers, a light show of heat flooding into the room. Shoko's stare is tantalizing, following the route of your neck down to where Suguru's waist finds a home between your thighs. Your pussy aching as you try to move against him, his hands keeping you still for the moment.

"Did you guys plan this?" Suguru's voice breaks the stare biting into your skin.

You turn to look at him. The dim golden light making him look younger than he is. His hair a silky mess, plastered to his temples. His cheeks dusted with a blush that hasn't left his features, his eyes almost innocent like. Lost, looking for answers and someone to guide him.

One of your hand pats his jaw, it's soft, almost patronizing. "Is it okay?" You blink your lashes down at him. You can feel the way his heart tries to decide what to answer as it thumps against your palm.

The bed bends as Shoko crawls up behind you. The smell of vanilla and hunger courses up your spine, your cunt squelching around the tease of Suguru's cock.

Nimble fingers dribble their way up your back, stopping at your bra clasp.

"I promise I will just show you guys the way."

You trust her enough to do so. Her hands guiding you in between bodies swarming at frat parties, wiping away tears, thrusting into your cunt and bringing to an ecstasy you weren't sure you could reach.

So, that's what happening now.

Suguru lays flat on the bed, one of his forearms covering his eyes as his other arm lays against the quilt. His fingers gripping at the seams as he lets out quiet melodies of moans.

You're on your knees, ass in the air, your shaky hands placed softly on Suguru's tense bare thighs. The coolness of the room sending shock waves down your clothed pussy, the heat rolling down with the slick staining between your thighs.

Shoko lays on her side, her body pressing into Suguru's leg — a barrier between the coolness of your bodies finally intertwining. She cocks her head, watching your profile as you swallow — your eyes taking in Suguru's length.

A long, girthy, veiny cock lays against his tense stomach. His balls swollen and taut. Laying tall — a slight curve as it bounces whenever you as much as breathe near it. His red mushroom tip already dribbling with precum, your mouth watering at the want to taste that and more.

Your eyes flicker up to the Suguru's face, his chin curled as he tries to get a glimpse of what you're going to do, his forearms still covering the view.

"Touch it," Shoko's calm voice creeps into the space. Heat flooding through your panties as her command runs through your body.

You swallow, your left hand reaching up — fingers trailing along the protruding vein on the underside of his cock. Suguru's hips bucking from the contact.

You peek over towards Shoko, her pose calm but her eyes hungry as they take in every breath and movement you make. She juts her head towards his cock, "You'll have to be gentle," she begins to grin and the nervousness that you pretended wasn't coursing through the air makes your finger swipe at his tip — precum coating your digit as he lets out a quiet curse. "Men with their dicks and egos," she reaches over, her fingers pushing hair behind your ear. "They're quite fragile things."

Suguru whines, his hips thrusting — cock bouncing with the movement. Your finger still underlining his cock, gathering every ridge and feel that you believed you'd have to remember.

Shoko's hand grabs at the back of your neck, pushing you forward just slightly. "Grab it," there's a sense of authority in her voice that makes you almost whine right along with the man under you. "Can't you see that he's waiting?"

Your left hand reaches for his cock, grabbing him at the base as he lets out the longest stream of a sigh you think you've ever heard. Your fingers not fully wrapped around his girth, you feel him gently throb against your palm.

Shoko pushes you forward, just an tad. Your lips a few inches away as your hand still holds his cock — keeping it tall and long in front of your watering mouth. You let out a sigh, his cock once again hurled upwards from the slight contact of your breath — cock smacking against your palm.

You squeeze around him, feeling him lose composure. "You can use your mouth," Shoko whispers, her nails digging into your skin. "Or, your hand." She shrugs, and you feel the movement as her hand pushes you just a little closer. "But, you can really wow him and use both."

Your hips push up, eyes looking at the cock in your hand again. "Please," Suguru's strained voice cause you to grip around him tighter. Your hand slowly dragging up the length of his cock, head being pushed down further as your fingers touch the precum leaking from his tip.

"You heard him," your tits brush the bed sheet as you arch your back. "He's begging."

Your eyes catch the way Suguru's thighs tense, before you open your mouth. Your tongue flickinh along the underside of his throbbing cock, your hand starting to move slowly, up and down — tongue having a guide as it lays flat against his skin. You wet the vein from the bottom of his shaft to the tip of his cock, a salty taste entering your mouth from the collection of precum.

"F-fuck-," he huffs out. His forearm pressing into his eyes, shielding any view of you from him.

Shoko's hand on your neck moves up, pulling your hair into a ponytail — giving her more control on where you'd place your head. "What a pretty view," Shoko leans closer, from the corner of your eye you can make out her chest pressing into the heat of Suguru's leg. "I think you could take more of him, my little virgin."

Your tongue continues to flick against his cock, hand moving a little quicker. Fingers stretched around his length, your palm uses your spit to slide up and down his length with ease. His hips thrusting, his hardness following the glide in your hand as he whines and groans.

With your hair in her hand, Shoko pulls you up — face still close enough to his cock that you can feel the wave of every twitch. Without speaking, she pushes you down — the tip of his cock knocking at your slick stained lips. She grips your hair tighter, pain searing through your skull.

"Open."

And you do. Shoko pushing your head down, your warm mouth enveloping his dick. Your tongue laying flat as your your lips tightly close around his girth. Her hand slowly pressing you further, meeting the thrust of his hips as his cock springs up hitting you in the back of the throat.

You gag around him, eyes shooting open as you watch him finally watch you. His eyes wide, but glazed over. His hips floating off the sheets as he keeps his cock lodged in your throat.

"Jesus, Suguru," Shoko yanks your head back, pulling you up until only his slicked tip is in your mouth. Your tongue starting to move and swirl around the head.

"S-shit," he gruffly says, the hand that was gripping the quilt starts to rub against his thigh. "Sorry."

Shoko scoffs, turning to watch your tongue lapping along the slit of his cock. Your eyes closing as you try your best to coax out those moans that are decorating the room. Your hand pumping his cock, starting at the shaft and quickly jerking him towards your mouth wrapped around his head.

Without warning, Shoko pushes you back down his length. A quiet hum of eagerness rises from you as you stretch your mouth to try to swallow all of him — his hips still, the tip of his cock pressed against the back of your tongue.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," the song of curses spills from his chest as Shoko starts to bob your head up and down his length. It's slow, your hand set on the base of his girth as your wet mouth drags down him.

Your cheeks hallow, slobber dribbling from the corners of your mouth as Shoko starts to pick up pace. Her fist in your hair pulling and pushing hard enough that you can't fight the movements — your drool pooling at his pelvis and wetting your once shaky hand.

Sounds of your mouth wrapped around his cock, your pussy clenching at the moment, and his groans drown out the loud hum of Suguru's sweet blood cursing through his body.

His thighs clenching, his voice picking up an octave as your tongue starts to twirls around his tip. His cock throbbing into your mouth from the sheer force of Shoko pushing you down, your cheeks sucking him as you feel him flutter against the back your throat.

"I-," he can't finish what he's about to say, not when Shoko pushes you down so far that his tip is poking at the back of your throat again. Your mouth engulfing the full length of his shaft.

You watch through teary eyes, his own eyes squeezing shut, teeth biting into his bottom lip. Your tongue licking the bottom of his cock as it doesn't have anywhere to go anymore. Drool pools out of your mouth messily. Everything wet and warm.

"Cummin'," he whines. And before you can react, or prepare for what might happen — the warmth of his cum bursts into your mouth. Coating the insides of your cheeks, your tongue, running down your throat as you gag around him. Dribbles of spit and his white, thick cum spill from your mouth and around his dick.

"Holy fuck," Shoko chuckles, finally pulling you up. Your mouth is full, eyes glazed over and you're exhausted. "Come here."

Suguru's cock slips from your mouth, a gasp racking his chest. Shoko pulling you up with her — both of your knees pushing into the bed as you stand chest to chest. Your chest bare, nipples hard as she stays in her tank top. Your breathing heavy, as if you just ran a marathon. Slick causing your thighs to stick together from just how wrecked you are. Suguru's leg continues to act as a barrier between you two.

"Of course you'd come fast," Shoko isn't looking at him. She watches your tongue rolling around in your mouth, taste the foreigness of man in your mouth. She pulls your head towards her, hair still wrapped in her fist. "How could we forget that you're a virgin," despite talking to Suguru you can't help but feel like she's only referring to you.

She leans towards you, nose brushing yours. Your eyes jump from her to Suguru, who watches you both in quiet interest. His head still flat on the bed, his hand wrapped around his semi hard cock.

"Give it a minute," Shoko whispers, before she pulls your head towards hers, her lips pressing against yours. Her tongue immediately lapping on your bottom lip asking for entrance. You allow it, the pool that is Suguru's cum floating in your mouth swishes between your tongue and hers. Your jaw moving with hers, the kiss feels like it's only you and her in this cold room.

The sound of skin hitting wet skin causes Shoko to pull back. Her head cocking as she looks down — Suguru's hand wrapped around his spit slicked cock, jerking slowly as he watches, eyes half lidded and filled with nothing but unadulterated lust.

Shoko chuckles, her hand finally falling out of your hair. "It's my turn, Geto."

Shoko moves under you, her hands dragging your hips so that her lips can finally press against your fluttering clit.

Your hair falls in front of your face, your eyes watching her pussy glisten under the dimming light of the room. Suguru's shadow standing in front as you look up, his eyes trailing the way your back arches, hips angled enough so that just Shoko can see the slick leaking out of your cunt.

It's just for her.

Suguru stands straight and tall. One of his hands twitching near his bare thigh, the other once again wrapped around the hardness of his shaft. His knuckles white as he just stares.

Before you can send him a grin, a sign of encouragement — Shoko's face moves forward, her tongue flat as she licks a long stripe between your puffy folds. Your head drops on her thigh, your eyes shutting closed and a coil of pleasure combs through your gut.

Your hips scoot back a bit, your pussy dragging along her tongue as she starts to slowly spread you open on her mouth. Your hands squeeze her thighs as you let out a breathless gasp.

"Shit," Suguru shudders into the room. His hand wrapped around the girth of himself confidently. You can hear the jerking of his hand around his stiff cock, your spit still making it wet enough that it glides down with ease.

One of Shoko's hands that was pulling at your waist, dips between her face and your dripping cunt. Her tongue still flatly rolling against your core — her fingers stretching your folds open wider, her tongue rolling up and meeting your pulsating clit.

Your stomach clenches at each roll of her tongue. Your own shaky fingers finally inching off her thighs and slipping between your low hanging head and her soaked cunt. You start to slowly trail your fingers in her heat, index finger flatly rubbing against the warmth of her slick as it drips into the palm of your hand.

The sounds of Shoko's mouth on your sex and Suguru's hand pumping around his cock is louder than the whimpers you're coaxing out. Your mouth finally falling forward, following your slicked index finger, your tongue spreads between her lips, her sweet taste flooding your mouth the way Suguru's cock did.

Shoko's tongue starts to speed up, flicking at your clit. Hand on your hip gripping harder, this strength coming out to help grind you your pussy against the ridge of her nose and her swollen lips. Your walls clenching as your hips start to meet her pulling, your juices flowing from her nose to her chin.

Your own mouth working, tongue probing into her tight hole — her pussy clamping down on you before you roll out. Your mouth dragging up from her hole to her clit, lips grazing teasingly, smiling at the way her hips jerk up.

Shoko pulls away with a pop, her lips still brushing your clit. "Stop watching," you shiver from the tone, your head staying in between her heavenly thighs.

"Fuck her."

You hear the patter of feet on her rug. Heat pooling in your stomach causing you to grind against Shoko's face accidentally. Her hiss entering the soundscape. The bed dips, Suguru's scent mixing with the smell of Shoko's cunt in your face.

You moan, long and low. Your hands gripping Shoko's thighs, your lips are wrapped around her clit, tongue circling around the throbbing bundle of nerves. Your body doesn't have time to react before you feel the push of hardness protruding your clenched cunt.

Your head snaps up, looking over your shoulder — Suguru's knees pushed into the plushness of the bed, his cock thick and hard. His hand wrapped asking the base as he lines himself above Shoko's face. Her face hidden between your thighs, his heavy balls grazing her hair laid under her.

He stares back at you, sweat pebbling down his temples. His shoulders tense, grip stiff enough to look like it might be painful. He scoots even closer, swiping his tip between your folds, mixing your juices with his leaking precum.

"Is this okay?" His voice is hard, eyes dripping from your stare to where his length is begging to be swallowed by your warmth. Shoko sighs under you, the wave of air causing you to involuntarily push your hips back — his tip feeling the stretch of your entrance.

"Suguru," your voice comes out as a whine, watery and high pitched. "Please."

He lines himself, his head stretching your cunt before slowly pushing in. He blows air from his nose, cause his stray away hair to float in the movement. Your walls flutter as his girth fills you, the slight pain of the stretch causing you to drop your head forward. Your forehead pressing into Shoko's knee, your hands falling in front of you and gripping the soaked sheets.

He pushes in slowly, letting you feel each inch grinding against your honeyed walls, your breath hitching as you clench around him — pulling a strained moan from him.

"You're really fuckin' tight," he whispers more to himself, one of his hands coming to lay flatly against your ass. Shoko under you stays still, her breathing slow and shallow as she watches your pussy take every inch of his throbbing cock.

Droplets of your glistening heat spread over Suguru's length, coating him enough that some falls below — granting Shoko with the taste of your slick again. Her hands getting antsy, grabbing at your waist, nails digging into the plushness of the soft skin. You breathe through your nose, taking Suguru's length.

Then, he juts in completely — his pelvis pressed against the fat of your ass. Your walls clamping around him, his cock pushing in deeply. Your glossy pussy fluttering around his length, before he pulls back — your mouth opening wide with no sound coming out.

With half his cock still pressed against your slicked walls, he presses back in slowly — as if he's tying to hold to whatever restraint he may have. The stretch still new, despite his tip hitting your cervix with every light roll of his hips.

Tired of waiting, Shoko's face is back against your heat. The feelings of Suguru's cock buried deep and Shoko's nose rubbing against your folds cause you to push back, harshly.

Suguru's breath getting knocked out as he leans forward, pushing his hips even further into yours — his cock pulsing against your gummy walls. The push back of your ass meeting his pelvis gets him excited enough to start thrusting into you. The movements are sloppy, your sloshing cunt clamping around him every time he exits and pushes back in.

Shoko spits into your folds, your moans loud as the pleasure of two different levels of friction brings you down to a helpless heap in between Shoko's thighs. Her lips latch on your clit, sucking hungrily as you start to wildly thrust back. Your hips grinding as you lean on your elbows, head hanging low. Shoko's glistening pussy clenches in front of you.

You're dragging your cunt against her face, gliding your gummy walls along Suguru's girth. His hips meeting yours, fucking into you as he lets strings of curses spill hot and heavy out his mouth.

"I-," you try to speak, your mouth dry. Hips aching from Suguru's smacking into yours. The sound of skin on skin, tongue lapping at wetness fills the room mixing with your breathless moans and ceaseless asks. Thighs clenching around Shoko's face, clit throbbing against her tongue as she flicks relentlessly against the bud.

Suguru pulls almost completely out, thick head of his cock keeping your cunt clamping around him. The heat in your belly rushing to your pussy, a gush of slick pushes out once his length bucks into you in one, quick movement.

"I think," Suguru's voice is high pitched, warbling. The hand on your ass gripping hard enough that you can feel the bruise growing from under his palm. His hips rutting into yours, his cock grinding against the warmth of your cunt. Shoko's tongue still fiddling between your folds. "I'm going to c-cum aga-,"

Shoko pulls off your clit with a 'pop', your pussy clamping down around Suguru's cock as you try to drag down her face again. "Pull out," she demands, her hand stiff on your thigh. Suguru's hips stilling, his pants loud.

And he does, his cock sliding out of you easily. Your chest heaving from the feeling of him slipping out, you walls throbbing around the ghost of his length.

You're back in the position that started this — Suguru under you, your aching thighs trembling as you stretch across his lap. His eyes on your raising tits with every breath you take, his hands under the plumpness of your ass, guiding you to his cock that's pressing against your cunt, your slick dripping down his shaft and onto his thighs.

You lean forward, forgetting about Shoko's hands rubbing against your bare back. The caress is warm, but also demanding — a reminder of what you're to do, despite the pleasure coursing through every nerve in your body.

Suguru starts to meet you in the middle, his jaw tense, hair tickling your cheek — you move away, dropping your head. Your mouth finds his collarbone, your ass moving back enough that your slick coats his cock in one thick movement. He groans, head thrown back.

Shoko's fingers tangle in your hair, not forcefully, but kind — allowing you time to explore Suguru. Taste the sweat on his dewy body, swallow down the moans he'll float towards your tongue when you kiss him.

Your lips starts to pepper chaste kisses down his chest, your hips pushing further back — dragging easily against his member. Your lips finding his pierced nipple, your tongue coming out to flick against his sensitive nerve. The taste of metal causing you to gush over him, your cunt clenching at the hunger coursing through you at the moment.

Under you, one of of Shoko's hands fishes for his cock — grabbing the base of his shaft, allowing you easy access to sink down. Your lips sucking at the bar, your pussy stretching over him as your hips slowly drop down.

Suguru's hand grips at your waist, a low gruttal moan falling from his lips. Shoko's slicked hand moving from between your bodies, lets you sink down on him until your ass is pressed against the tops of his thighs as he stretches you out.

You start to grind slowly, your hips rolling against the length of his cock. Your walls clamping down as your clit rubs against his pelvis. Your lips trailing up from his nipple piercing and dusting sweet kisses up his neck, your nose brushing against his pulse point.

Shoko's hands roam up and down your body. Tapping at your grinding hips, trailing up your arched spine, coming around and grabbing at your tits. Her nimble fingers rolling your hard nipple between her digits, pulling and flicking as your own hands comb into Suguru's hair.

Suguru's hips starts to jut, his cock thrusting into your pussy as you continue to slowly roll your hips. His length hot, hard, and throbbing. The movement of his hips is slow and deliberate as he tries to match the glide of your gummy walls. His head falling back, staying stuck in that position as your tongue laps at the strong column of his neck, the warmth of your mouth watering from the feeling of his pulse pumping on your tongue.

Everything feels dizzying: Suguru's moans rolling from his slicked lips. The tip of his cock twitching along your cervix with every meet of your hips. The sound of your sloshing cunt swallowing his length is loud, as his skin meets yours and your mouth finds a permanent home on his neck. Shoko's quiet hums of approval, as her face presses against your shoulder blade as she places chaste kisses on the coolness of of skin.

Suguru is close, you can basically taste it on his neck. You feel it from the clumsy buck of his hips, his cock quivering every time it slides out and gets buried back in.

You feel it as well. Your cunt getting wetter, hotter. Your hips rolling a little more frantically as your hands plant themselves on his chest, your slick straining his cock, his thighs and yours. Your lips sucking his neck, leaving little bruises of the virginity you two both loss.

"I'm happy," your mouth is still pressed against his pulse. Shoko's right hand pulling at you nipple little too harshly, causing you to slam down hard on Suguru's cock. His croaked gasp brushing your ear. "It's you who's taking my virginity."

Your mouth attaching itself back to his neck, hips slowly gliding up and down — meeting his erratic thrusts. Cock pistoning into your cunt, it's gushing around him as for the second time this night — Suguru cums.

Your walls flutter around him as his hands paw at your waist. Your panting mixing with his breathless goodbye, eyes wheezed shut, balls pressed against that fat of your ass. His pulse quickening even more under your tongue. The warmth of his thick, white cum shooting into you, your pussy still gliding over him.

"Now."

You sink your teeth in.

Your hips still rolling as his length still stands thick and long in your cunt. Your canines breaking the pretty, warm, pale skin of his throat, giving you the first taste of what your body has been wanting since that night Shoko fingered you.

Thick, ruby red blood filling your mouth as Suguru begins to gurgle under you. His grip on your waist loosening, but his legs thrash and kick — as if he's trying to run away with your cunt still holding him beneath you. Your hands on his chest keep him in position, against the headboard, his head lulling to the side as you see the signs of life start to rush out of him.

"Baby's first feed," Shoko purrs. Her hands still griping at your tits, her lips brushing against your tense shoulders as you feed.

The taste of Suguru's blood is way too good for you to respond. Hunger evading your body as the feelings of guilt and relief rush your senses.

Suguru's cock becomes soft in your heat. His cum and your slick leaking in between your bodies, moving with the ruby colored liquid flooding your mouth at the moment.

━𐙚 The apartment thrived on routine and balance between the two of them. Everything had its place and everything was accounted for. Chores were split evenly. Groceries were bought once a week and kept track of through a chart hanging on the fridge which they made sure to keep updated. It was a good system they had— a bit over the top at times, but something that you adjusted to rather quickly. You liked how much they both valued cleanliness, how comfortable and pristine things always were.

━𐙚 One thing that they hadn't developed a set schedule for though was... where you were going to sleep. It was a two-bedroom and neither of them were willing to completely give up their room. You usually gravitated towards whoever got home first, but god, there really was no wrong choice when it came to who you ended up falling asleep with. Megumi was a side sleeper, usually ending up as the big spoon with his arms wrapped protectively around your waist while he'd whisper dreamy little praises into the top of your shoulder. Aki rarely slept on his side— he preferred lying on his back with your head rested on his chest, his fingers threading through your hair as the sound of his heartbeat drummed softly beneath your ear. And as far as your preferenes went? Pft, you hardly had any as long as you were able to be cuddled up in their warmth, listening to the little groans that they both let out whenever they dozed off.

━𐙚 Eventually though, there were nights that you couldn't stand the idea of picking one over the other, especially as time went on and your feelings for them deepened. The first time you'd asked to sleep with both of them was awkward —which was comical really considering all the absolutely depraved things the three of you had already done together— but they gave in rather quickly when they realized how serious you were about it. Sleeping in the middle of Aki's king-sized bed with each of them at either side of you made you feel like you'd won the lottery twice. The smell of their colognes mixing together as their arms wrapped around you. Soft kisses being pressed into both sides of your neck. The unexplainable comfort that flooded over you when you were smooshed between them. You couldn’t help but think that if you had to describe what heaven might feel like, it would definitely be this.

━𐙚 Your relationship with them had unfolded so easily that after a few months, you didn’t really overthink it anymore. It felt normal when they leaned in and kissed each side of your cheek before you left for work or when they both held your waist to help guide you through a crowded street. It was second-nature to the three of you after awhile, but to the outside world— it was still something to gawk over. The amount of eyes that would follow you when you'd walk into a restaurant with both Aki and Megumi's hands resting on the small of your back was absurd. Some people seemed impressed, others disgusted, but there wasn't a single soul that would openly express their opinion about it when they were around. Well, except for...

━𐙚 Yuuji didn't say much— not to you, at least. He was sweet. Polite. Very curious but not one to overstep whereas Denji.... Oohhh, Denji had a lot of questions and zero shame when it came to asking. "So, wait—" He'd sputtered when he first walked into the apartment and saw the three of you sprawled out on the couch together. His eyes doubling in size at how close Megumi's hand was to your chest and how Aki's palm was lazily resting on top of your thigh. "You both... You're seriously both fucking her?! And like—what, at the same time? …Or do you take turns? Duuude, this is so unfair!! Why would you do this with him and not me??" Aki was up and on his feet in a matter of seconds, dragging the blonde out by the collar of his shirt as Denji continued to rattle out more shameless questions that Aki refused to answer.

━𐙚 There hadn’t been an official discussion between the three of you when things started to get more serious, but you could tell that Megumi and Aki had felt the shift just as much as you did. They’d always been protective over you in that quiet and calculated sort of way they both possessed, but after months of living together and letting themselves ease into the idea of actually dating you, they became a lot quicker to tell someone to fuck off if they felt like they were getting too close to you. It was almost cute, the way they instinctively acted as a team when it came to defending you and making sure other men knew you were spoken for. There might not have been a proper label for what you were doing yet but one thing was very clear: you were their girl and they weren't going to let anyone or anything interfere with that.

━𐙚 Megumi wouldn’t say that he was jealous— no, in fact, he was pretty sure he’d rather die than admit something so stupid. But some nights when the air in the apartment was thick with sex and the smell of your shampoo… Some nights when Aki was behind you with a fistful of your hair wrapped around his hand and his cock stretching you out so thoroughly it nearly brought you to tears, his mind would wander to places he wished it wouldn’t. He loved watching you, loved the feeling of your slick coating his fingers as he drew dizzy circles along your sensitive little clit. You were so pretty when you trembled like this— so fucking gorgeous when you’d lock your arms around his neck and kiss him like he was the only thing that mattered despite how relentlessly Aki was burying himself into you. Megumi knew that you wanted him. Knew that there was no competition when it came to him and Aki, it had been the entire point of this arrangement to begin with— for no choice to have to be made. For things to be equal. But still… he could feel himself slipping when he’d sooth you through it. He could feel how hard he was falling when your face would nestle into the crook of his neck and your voice would break into these soft little whimpers that were just loud enough for him to hear.

━𐙚 Aki was far from oblivious, especially in situations as emotionally and sexually charged as this. He’d seen that look in Megumi’s eye more than once— that overwhelming mix of want and apprehension that seemed to creep over him every time you came undone. Aki had no reservations about admitting his feelings for you. No hesitation in claiming you or even marking you when he got too carried away. He may have been quiet but he definitely wasn’t shy— which meant that between the three of you, he took the lead more often than not. “Megumi,” he panted, releasing your hair from his grip as he helped ease you into his arms. “She's practically throbbing for you, give her what she wants, yeah?" Megumi shot him a look but Aki only smirked as Megumi guided you down to the mattress. “Both of you need to let go.” Aki went on, kneeling down to place a light kiss on your forehead. “Gonna be a good girl and give him what he needs?” He whispered, cupping your face with one hand as you let out the cutest, most pathetic little “Mhmmm.” Aki smirked again, watching Megumi lift one of your legs up to his shoulder, his mouth dropping open at how perfectly your body took him. “Give him everything.” Aki reminded you, his palm roaming along your chest before he began to roll your nipple between his fingers, giving it a light pinch that made your walls flutter around Megumi.

━𐙚 There was no way to compare something like euphoria and heaven, they both knew exactly how to make you fall apart. Knew where all of your most vulnerable spots were. Knew what words would make your hips roll up to meet theirs. Knew what type of thrusts would cause your bottom lip to jut out in that pouty fucking way they both loved. They’d studied you extensively and neither one of them had ever failed at getting you off. But even with all of that, this still felt different somehow. Megumi was deep, buried to the hilt with one of your legs draped over his shoulder and his hand tightening around your side to hold you in place, letting you feel every single inch of him. You could barely think. Barely speak. Your body was grinding against him so obediently, it had him moaning into your mouth. His dark hair pressing against your forehead as your eyes met, both of you completely lost. You were dripping, squeezing him so decadently that he almost thought he'd forgotten his own name until he heard it spill breathlessly out of you.

━𐙚 Aki was like the devil on your shoulder, his presence grounding but methodical as he took your hand in his and slowly moved it past your chest and along your stomach, pressing your palm down onto your lower abdomen in a way that made your back arch and Megumi’s hips stutter. Your eyes locked in awe as Aki pushed harder, his breath fanning across the shell of your ear. "You feel that?" He cooed, voice sickeningly sweet. "You feel how fucking full you are right now? You like it, don't you? Yeah, you like the way his cock stretches that tight little cunt. Mhmm, suucha filthy girl." Your vision was white, your entire body shaking as your core began to unravel around Megumi. His tip kissing your cervix over and over, robbing you of all your senses. “Tell him,” Aki’s tone was sharp, commanding not asking. “Let us fucking hear it.” His hand dipped lower this time, fingers slipping between your folds, dragging all that slick they’d both coaxed out of you uppp and downnn until you felt something inside of you finally snap.

━𐙚 “I—” you whined, still writhing between the two of them. “I love you.” It came out so fast you didn’t even have a chance to stop it. Megumi’s eyes were wide, his thrusts suddenly beyond his control as he looked back at you, just barely able to hold himself together. “Megumi…” you pleaded, head falling to the side to catch a glimpse of the more sinister set of blue eyes also staring back at you. “Aki… I—” You weren’t sure where to look, they were both everywhere and truthfully… you hoped they always would be. “I love you.” You whimpered again, your walls spasming as you felt Megumi twitch inside you, the warmth of his cum mixing with yours before it began leaking down your thigh. “F—uck, I love both of you.” You mewled, one hand tangled into the collar of Megumi’s shirt and the other clinging onto Aki’s forearm. “So… much.” There was a small beat of silence, the three of you still trying to catch your breath and return back to reality after coming down from the high you’d just ridden. Megumi was the first to say it, his fingertips soft against your cheek as Aki carefully brought your wrist up to his lips. “We love you too…”