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"go on," you encourage him. captain's fingers hooked beneath your panties and pulled them aside, before abruptly stuffing his face into your heat and inhaling deeply. you gasped at the sensation as he stuffed his nose into the patch of fur just above your pussy, your fingers curling in his hair. you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth when he stuck his tongue out, being careful not to graze your folds with his teeth as he tasted you. your thighs instinctively spread further, a soft moan escaping your lips as he lapped at you.

"mm, yeah," you breathed softly, gazing down at him and he stared back, glossy eyes fixated on you as he tasted you, tongue running up and down your puss. he fixed his tongue on your clit, where he had learned with time made you feel good. and then his second tongue darted out and stuffed itself into your hole. you gasped, gripping onto the back of his head as you threw your head back.

"oh, yes," you whined, eyelids fluttering closed as you let him get to work on you, his two tongues going to town on your cunt. there was no rhythm to what he did, he just went all in on devouring you, his one tongue swirling around inside your hole like he was trying to finish what was left of a cup of pudding while his other flicked your clit over and over. you hiked your legs over his shoulders and pulled him in closer, ankles locking behind his head to keep him right where he was as he reduced you to a moaning, panting mess with his tongues alone.

"fuck-!" you cried out, fingers digging into the back of his scalp as you felt tension coil in your lower abdomen as you were about to cum. captain was relentless, eating you out as if you were his last meal. he wouldn't need to eat other still life's or people at this rate when he had this right in front of him. your pussy tastes better than any flesh and blood did anyway.

"i-i'm close," you whimpered, brows knitting together. "k-keep going, keep going, baby..."

you encouraged him to continue, the knot in your stomach tightening, threatening to snap. captain continued licking and sucking, stimulating you further until finally you reached your limit, and you arched your back as your hips rolled, stuffing your cunt further into his face.

"god, yes!" you cried, sweating and shaking as you came. captain eagerly lapped up your cum. you panted, chest rising and falling as you came down from your high, blinking the stars from your vision. captain pulled away from your cunt, a string of saliva connecting his lips to your folds. you gazed back down at him, stroking the sides of his face in a loving manner. he let out a low purr, looking at you for reassurance that he did good.

You don't have to think about where to sit. The only available spot is beside the weirdo following your every step. His eyes wider than they should be, giving you a creepy grin.

"Um, anyway, what's the plan for our project?" Making eye contact with the shy boy sitting in front of you caused him to bring his head down, undoubtedly concealing the tears forming. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, he does that a lot. He's fine!" The guy to his right speaks up, laughing cheerfully while ruffling the poor boy's hair.

The grumpy-looking boy crosses his arms on the table. His tone couldn't be more apathetic. "We already talked about what part each of us has to complete. I don't see why we need to continue being in these uncomfortable chairs."

"Right. I guess. What about me?" Your brows furrow as he rudely shrugs. Your head shifts across the three boys in front of you, then to the one sitting beside you, who appears to have an unsatisfying answer.

"Oh, y-you don't n-need to do a-anything. We h-have everything h-handled."

Everyone nods in agreement. Have they already discussed this before your arrival? It wasn't fair. They can't just treat you like an outsider among the outsiders just because you're a girl! Your fists tighten on your pants. "So then at the end of the term you can rat me out to the professor and have him fail me?"

"No! Uhh... sniff, we wouldn't do that..." The crybaby replies quickly, still failing to make eye contact. All this time you were worried about them not contributing, but now they're making you the freeloader instead.

"I can't just take your word for it. I need some sort of role. Otherwise, I have to ask the TAs to switch groups."

You didn't mean for it to sound like a threat. Not like it matters. They probably love to have you leave their childish boy's-only club. To spend the entire time discussing their hentai games or some shit like that. Not getting anything done. Noses buried in their devices, playing Roblox Uno with each other. Yeah, you can imagine that.

Too lost in thought insulting them in your head, you fail to notice how the air of the room shifted. More tense, uneasy.

"Oh, I have an idea! Okay, what if you were, like, this feedback-monitor kind of guy? I—I mean, girl. You can tell us what you think of our parts and keep us on track. Genius, I know!"

"She sure brings m-motivation... hehe.~"

You ignore the whisper, knowing his eyes are where they shouldn't be. Drooling over how your thighs squish together. Nodding at the suggestion of your other group member. "Ahem... I can be an editor. If everyone else agrees?"

"...Fine. I don't really care or anything."

"Just don't be, sniff, too harsh on us, please..."

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It's been over a month of you offering criticism on their work. Always starting out with the compliments and then moving to the area needing improvement. Figuring it's the same way you'd want to be treated if someone is assessing you.

The research was done quickly. You praised it for its thoroughness, earning a grumble. Yet you could see a faint red on his cheeks. The writing part incorporated into the poster was done wonderfully. Explained by being the boy's "personal hobby," that is smut. The design was also done. The tearful male pouting up, happy to hear your approval. Sobbing over a minor complaint, which you'd attempted to soothe with pats on his shoulders.

However, there was one boy who you couldn't get ahold of. The one responsible for the script. It's unusual that he didn't answer any of your messages. He's the type to be chronically online. You do remember him saying something dramatic about a crippling fear of evaluations. It sounded like a joke.

Deadline is approaching. Reluctantly, you decided to drive to his place to confront him. The others had already gathered there before... without you, of course. (Most probably to have a gooning session.) Nevertheless, the address was in the group chat.

Six knocks, and he finally opens the door. Lacking a shirt. His thin torso uncovered. You don't question it or why he's sweating bullets. Exercising definitely isn't your first guess. "Heyyyy. Now's not really a good time..." He brings a hand on his hair. Trying so hard to fix the nest.

"Your garage door is open. Are all those bikes yours, or are the guys in there with you?"

He rubs the back of his neck. Intimidated by your scary tone. Fidgeting with his locks. He lies with a stutter. "Yep. Yeah, it's all mine."

"Y'know what, I don't care. I just can't wait to get this project done with. Look, I have some feedback for you. Since everyone else is inside, they could benefit from hearing this too."

You push him aside. Entering without hesitation. He tries pulling you back but doesn't succeed.

"Wait, hold on!" The moment he comes in contact with you, he becomes completely weak. Losing the strength to stop you. A hand timidly around your wrist, barely grasping it. His clammy finger sticking to your skin.

The sight of his living room draws you to pause.

A picture of you is placed on a table. Dead flower petals everywhere. Tall candles brighten up the room. The curtains shunning all sunlight.

Various objects sit around the image. Straws, chewed pencils, hair ties, used tissues, even your old toothbrush. Behind it, on the corkboard hanging on the wall, are more photos of you—unaware of their stalking—around every corner of campus. The red pins also hold fan art, vivid poems, your schedule, and printed text messages poorly taped together to read "good boys."

They all look petrified when you inspect their shrine, standing stiffly. Wearing custom shirts with your face on them. Marked with "our beloved," your full name, plus a heart. In their hands is pizza, a cozy space on the ground with blankets, pillows thrown around. Some sort of daylight slumber party.

"What is she doing in here? Why did you let her in, idiot? Do you have a death wish?" He smacks the other male on the head.

"Oww! I tried! I tried. She was, like, strong! So fucking hot when she's annoyed."

The conversation behind you fades out. Your attention shifts towards the weeping boy. "You weren't supposed to see this... Sniff. Now, you're going to hate us! Wahhh!" He covers his face, sobbing.

"What the hell is this? Some sort of cult?" You search for answers from the guy that always gives the honest truth. He responds with his usual obsessed, lovesick expression. His sleeve wipes the corners of his mouth. "W-we do worship y-you. We are c-completely d-devoted to you. It fits the d-definition. So y-yes?"

The tallest boy steps forward, whining. "I thought we agreed on the term fan club. I put that in the official rules, guys. Come on!"

"And all this time, I thought you guys hated me... when you were actually doing all this."

You step closer to their holy site. Your gaze skims through their passionate writing. Reading specific details about your life. They were experts at knowing you. It kind of makes you flattered.

"What do we do now? What do we do with her? She's going to call the police on us. We're all going to jail. This is it. I knew joining was a bad idea." He bangs his head on the wall. Creating a pity corner while he and the crybaby break down.

"I have r-rope in my b-backpack. My s-superstition was telling me t-this would h-happen!"

"Great! We can keep her in my basement. Then live together in a harem. Like that one scenario we fantasized about. It's perfect~"

Why are they talking like you're not in front of them? These were insane, dangerous (?) men. Very virgin, very lustful. Longing to get their paws on you. Within a moment, they form a circle around you. A sad frown, a cold look, a calm smile, a sly grin—all tackle you to the ground. The soft blanket breaks your fall.

"Oof—!"

You feel hands all over your body. Tangling in your hair, stroking your cheek, tracing your collarbone, squeezing your breast, rubbing your wrist, pressing your stomach, gripping your thigh, grasping your knee. Their movement shifts higher or lower, each of them trying to get a piece of you. Your response is to squirm. Ignore their comments and try to get out before things escalate. Your stomach twists in a knot. Unable to speak. Unable to move.

It makes you feel so weird, overwhelming... The way they stare like nothing else exists except you. Innocent touches, suggestive touches, firm, or gentle. They experiment with your physical attributes.

"Ah... hic, so soft!"

"And so real."

"J-just p-perfect~"

"S-shit..."

It doesn't take long for them to start reaching beneath your clothes. Greedy for more contact. A clumsy hand enters your pants. Grazing your lower lips, pulling them and poking the hot inside. Another impatient one follows suit, playing with your clit. Swears and worships waver from their mouth.

The other two boys with their mommy kinks knead your chest. Thumb circling your nipples, rolling the hardened nub around. Tearful eyes beg for you, a shaky sigh leaves the other. You're wet enough to be penetrated. Fingers, one by one, stuff your hole.

"T-t-tight!" He moans loudly. You return the sound. "M-master's face c-contorting in p-pleasure. Ahhh, b-better than I ever i-imagined."

"Mmh, we need to take pictures next time. That expression is so fucking cute~"

"Nnnghhh. Wait... don't..." Despite your protests, your clothes come off. The smell of arousal thick in the air. Minds clouded with lust. Squeaks and gasps fill the silence.

"This is crazy. This is crazy! What are we doing? Dammit... You're so hot."

"Hic, thank you for existing. Sniff. What w-would we do without you?”

The most vocal male buries his knuckles deep in your pussy. Three digits stretching you out. Rocking your body with his erratic thrusts. He giggles and makes a remark about how you're clenching around his fingers. The smiling one massages your thigh, simultaneously licking off the juices from when he was inside you. His movement feels calming, the opposite of his hasty peers. He lowers his head, tongue darting out, flicking your sensitive spot.

Your upper torso recieves a similar kind of treatment. Lips wrapping around your boobs. Sloppy slurps as they try to suck the entire thing in their mouth. Hands still move on your body. Warming you up with their loving touch.

Giving in, you close your eyes—spread your legs and grab the hair of the boys devouring your flesh. They stutter out together, "M-mommy~ Are we doing this right? Sniff, are we making you feel good? Are we good boys?"

"Um, yeah... Fuck. I..." You throw your head back. Arching your back, pushing towards them. "Ahhn~"

"Don't forget about us, master. Or we're gonna get really jealous!"

"Mhm. T-that's against t-the rules."

"You—Fuck! Haa... Mmgh~"

They can tell you're about to come, so all of them pick up their speed. Suckling on your nipples faster. Fingering your cunt deeper, hitting that spongy spot that makes you see stars. Your thighs are squeezed, your stomach and waist tickle under their gentle graze. The wetness on your sensitive nub grows when one continues lapping at your clit like a starving man.

You hear them beg. Plead for your release. The climax approaches, and they get exactly what they ask for. A low groan escapes you as they continue to milk your finish. You've never come so hard. Your body feeling weak. All dizzy, tingly, completely blissed out.

Looking around, you inspect the reactions of the others. Some shield their crotch in embarrassment. Some don't feel the need to cover the effect you have on them.

"D-don't worry about u-us. H-how were w-we?"

"Good..." You clear your hoarse throat. Finding the strength to sit up. Very aware that you're naked. Still stared at. You grab a blanket to hide yourself. "Good. Um, can I have my clothes back?"

"We should clean you first, right? Yeah?" He checks with his peers for confirmation, which they quietly agree. He also grabs your hands, showing you his best puppy eyes. "And maybe we can keep your panties as a souvenir. If you let us, of course. Pretty please!"

"I'll think about it...?" Your answer causes him to squeal. Resisting the urge to hug you, instead going to the bathroom to grab a towel. The faucet turning on to dampen it.

The crybaby hands you his drink, "i-it's water. Uhh, we also have pizza. Sniff. Veggie, pepperoni, Hawaiian—"

"—Please don't make fun of it. I swear, the normies don't seem to get how good it is."

"Hah... And we're faaar from n-normal."

You take a sip from the bottle. All of them watching your every move. Locked in the way you breathe. "Yeah, about that. We should talk."

Suddenly everyone is tilting their heads to the floor. Their friend comes back, holding up the wet fabric. "We will. Especially about the harem thing. But let's get you all nice and clean, okay~?"