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luneengene2 · 9 months ago

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&Team 04 Line : Accidentally Hurt/Injure (Verbally or Physically) You During an Argument

• Warnings : Angst content, rant, contains grammatical errors

- Yuma Part : Death of parents, mentioning suicide, insult, mention of mental health

- Jo Part : insecurity, comparison, appearance insult

- Let me know if I'm missing something

• A/N : I don't know why I wanted to make this version for 04 Line after making the version for hyung-line. BTW, if you are sensitive about this, please don't read this content, don't leave malicious comments if you don't like this content. Because this is just story content that has nothing to do with the real world.

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• YUMA

(rockstar!yuma x fem!reader)

The sudden death of your parents was a nightmare you never expected to come true. Losing a parent is the same as losing light, the world seems pitch black. And you don't even have the energy to move.

Your parents died in a train accident, at that time you were on campus to start your annual practical exam.

If your brother Jo is not by your side, you might really not be sane anymore, because you would immediately experience severe depression and even hurt yourself. Not only Jo, there is one person who is always trying to make you survive. Your beloved lover, Nakakita Yuma.

Yuma is a rock star, he is famous, many girls are in love with him. However, Yuma chose you. A simple girl who always made him laugh. After the death of your parents, Yuma was always by your side whenever you needed him.

You tried to commit suicide several times, but Yuma always succeeded in calming you down. However, Yuma is also still an ordinary human. Sometimes, he has a tired side because he keeps seeing you not being able to control yourself. When he was tired or even at work, Jo suddenly often called him, telling him that you had hurt yourself. And like it or not, Yuma still comes to see you. In fact, he was also very tired and stressed because of his work.

"Eat it, Y/N. You have to eat," Yuma said patiently, he handed you a spoonful of rice. But you didn't respond to his words. Your eyes just stare blankly ahead. Blank. It's like there's no life there.

"I'm already here, but you still don't want to eat? Y/N, don't go on like this," No response again. Yuma took a deep breath, he had to stay calm when you were in a condition like this.

"Y/N-"

"Didn't I tell you I don't want to eat yet, Yuma?" You cut Yuma off before he told you to eat again. "Your therapist told you to eat, and Jo wants you to eat too. I want you to get better," Yuma said softly.

You chuckled when Yuma said that. "Get Better? I'm not sure I can recover after my parents are gone forever," You said, then your gaze went blank again.

"You won't recover if you continue like this, your parents will be sad there if their daughter continues like this," — Yuma

"If they're sad, I'm sadder here, Yuma. They just left me like that," — You

"This fate is bittersweet, Y/N. But I beg you, fight your bitter fate and try to get up," — Yuma

"You keep saying that, Yuma. You don't understand how it is to be in my position, how tired I am when fate keeps beating me over and over again. I don't understand why people just keep saying that and telling me to get up and let it go. Doing that is not as easy as turning your palm. I always get those useless words, which still make me not enthusiastic about living," You said that because you were provoked by emotion, the sadness was getting sharper, and also because you were tired. You were 'less' conscious when you said that.

However, Yuma actually lost his patience, his facial expression immediately changed completely to become angry and unfriendly. He places your tablespoon roughly on the plate. Put the plate on your nightstand until it makes quite a loud sound.

"Then what kind of words do you want to be useful for you, Princess?" Yuma asked sarcastically, he clenched his wrist. "You think the world really has to pivot towards you? Do you want everyone to always be useful to you? So, you think everyone who supports you with words is useless? Not everyone is obliged to understand your position, because you don't necessarily understand other people's positions. Many people sacrifice their time to entertain you, including me! Right now my schedule is busy, I'm stressed. And when Jo called that you were hurting yourself, I was immediately stressed too. I'm tired too, Y/N. Tired of seeing you don't change and you even say things like that. So you've been saying I'm useless all this time?" Yuma asked annoyed, you realized your mistake, not daring to look at Yuma. You even crumpled the blanket that was on top of you.

"Just so you know, I sacrificed my time and career hours so I could accompany you. Imagine you are in my position, when you are tired from work, Your brother called me that you were doing something that was hurting yourself. I'm always stressed and worried when I hear the news, not to mention the sharp demands of my job. And you can easily say that my words are useless. Are you hungry for attention? Do you just want validation, pity? Many girls are in your position but not as dramatic as you. Next time, when Jo calls me again, I don't want to have anything to do with an insane girl like you again until you are completely healed," Yuma said harshly at the end of the sentence. He was tired, and his tiredness was already at a terrible stage. And if he is in that position, his emotions will overflow, and sometimes he will say harsh words beyond his control.

"I apologize on Y/N's behalf, Yuma," Hearing Jo's voice, Yuma immediately looked towards the door. He saw Jo standing in front of your bedroom door. He didn't realize Jo was already there, when you also looked emotional and angry earlier. Yuma could see the look in Jo's eyes, disappointed, angry and sad. In that instant, Yuma immediately realized what he had said to you.

Jo entered your room, walking towards Yuma, giving him a bitter smile. "I'm sorry if Y/N and I have been a bother to you after the death of our parents. Sorry if Y/N makes you worried and stressed, forgive her too because she always bothers you. Next time, I really won't bother you," Jo said softly. He was quite hurt because his sister was called insane by Yuma, but he didn't blame Yuma. Jo also immediately understood what Yuma's condition was like.

Yuma immediately shook his head in panic. "Jo, I didn't mean it like—"

"I understand your position, there's no need to be afraid or feel guilty," Jo cut slowly but sharply. Yuma became increasingly panicked seeing Jo's calm expression, but Yuma knew that behind Jo's calm expression, the man must be hiding sadness.

Yuma looked at you who were already flooded with tears, from squeezing your hands into the blanket it was clear that you wanted to scream, and it definitely hurt. "Y/N, don't listen to what I said just now, darling. Please don't take my words to heart, I beg you. I didn't mean to hurt you. I really don't understand your position, darling. You didn't do anything wrong, I'm in the wrong here," Before Yuma touched you, Jo pulled him away slowly, still smiling. "It's time for you to rest and go home, I know you are very tired after facing my sister again, go home, Yuma. Calm your mind, you need to rest," Jo said softly, but Yuma really didn't want to leave you. "Jo, you can be mad at me, but—"

"I'm not mad at you, I understand your position now. Y/N and I have been giving you trouble all this time," Yuma shook his head, he tried to reverse Jo's belief, that he didn't feel in trouble, but it seemed like Jo didn't want to cause Yuma any more trouble.

"Jo—"

"Go home, Yuma. Y/N also needs rest, it's almost late at night, you have a stage schedule tomorrow, right?" Jo cut in again, and Yuma knew, it seemed like Jo was 'throwing him away' subtly so he wouldn't feel even more guilty.

Yuma lost, he sighed then took his bag. Before completely leaving in front of you and Jo, Yuma stroked your hair and then gave your head a long kiss.

As he entered his car, he cursed harshly several times and got angry at himself for not being able to control his emotions in front of you. Moreover, he uttered insults that were not appropriate.

• JO

(Basketball player!Jo x Nerd!fem!reader)

"Why did you have to be the representative for the photo shoot, Jo?" You looked at Jo sadly when he was just busy playing basketball. You and him were on the basketball court which was relatively quiet, because Jo didn't want to go home from there yet.

"Yeah, because I'm the captain of my team," Jo said lightly.

"But doesn't it have to be the captain?" — You

"Yes, but my coach chose me." — Jo

"But you can refuse," — You

"I can't refuse my coach," — Jo

"But it hurts me," Jo let out a rough breath when you said that, he turned around to look at you. "It's just a photo shoot, Y/N. There's nothing to worry about," Jo said which made you even sadder, you smiled faintly at him. "This photo shoot for the school sports magazine certainly worries me. You know, the cheerleading captain who will be photographed with you is one of the girls who has a big crush on you. She's also the girl who doesn't like me because I'm dating you," Jo rubbed his face roughly, because you were always sensitive when he was close to lots of girls, whether it was just for a project or something else. "It's just a photo, Y/N! No more than that, don't overdo it like that," Jo said, he was starting to look annoyed at your behavior.

"Yeah, photos that can hurt my feelings! You always don't understand how I feel," You said vehemently. Jo slammed the basketball roughly. "You always act childish when I only have projects with girls. Come on, Y/N! Try to understand my position too!" Jo growled in frustration, but you also got emotional. "Not just photos, but any means he can find to get you. I'm not stupid, all the girls love you openly, they flirt with you even though they know you're my boyfriend!" You shouted harshly at Jo. "Oh or are you happy because you can deal with beautiful girls, you're bored with me, right?" You continued, and it ended up leading to words that he was completely unaware of.

"Yes! I enjoy dealing with beautiful girls?! Yes, I'm bored with you, that's why I always enjoy dealing with beautiful girls!" Jo responded to your scream no less harshly. You also jumped in surprise when he shouted at you with words that quite hurt you. "You should be self-aware, if you want to be in the position of a girl who can be with me without fear or insecurity, you should change yourself! Don't remain static as a nerd girl who can only be blindly jealous but can't change herself one bit!" Jo continued sharply, hie mouth completely unknown to him because he was saying words that you shouldn't have heard.

"Be beautiful if you want to be like them! You can't get into cheerleading extracurriculars, and you're just complaining. Not trying to change! I also wonder why I could fall in love with you, crazy about you. Even though there are many girls who are more beautiful than you," Jo's last words succeeded in breaking your heart. And you start to feel like you should have rejected him when he asked you out. You don't think about the risks of what he might say if he's emotional. You also feel that what Jo said is also true. You should change yourself, not just complain and complain about your insecurities.

Jo, who was still annoyed, immediately took his bag, he was about to leave you out of the field. "Do you want our relationship to end, Jo?" You asked in a shaky voice as he walked quickly after bumping into your shoulder. Jo immediately stiffened when he heard your hoarse voice. This is the first time he's heard your voice this strained.

He looked over at you who just stood there, your eyes bloodshot, holding back the tears that were really about to come out. And for the first time too, he saw your eyes look this broken.

"If I really can't meet your standards, let's just end this relationship. Find another girl of your dreams," You continued what you were saying. You said that with fear, afraid that he was really bored and didn't love you anymore.

"You can date any girl, any girl who meets your standards. I just don't want to ruin your youth anymore because of dealing with a girl like me," In that instant, Jo immediately seemed to have been hit by a stupid word. He doesn't realize and doesn't understand that you are the one who is hurt the most here, not him.

"No, Y/N. Don't say that, my dream is with you," Jo said frantically. He walked quickly over to you, when he was near you again. He pulled you into his arms, you wanted to struggle, but the more you struggled, the stronger his hug became. As a result, you just cried loudly in his arms, screaming angrily several times, but Jo didn't care about that.

"You didn't ruin my youth, I almost ruined my dreams myself. Please forgive me. You're right, I never understood your condition and pain," Jo's tears also flowed quite fast. He's afraid, afraid that his dreams will disappear if you leave. Because, his dream is with you, not with another girl.

"Please, don't leave me. I need you more than anything, I will give you what you should get," Jo said hoarsely, she placed a soft kiss on your forehead, not caring that you were sweaty from crying.

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iznsfw · 2 years ago

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Slumber Party Games: 18+ Edition

IZ Days of Christmas : Day 8 and 9 - Yabuki Nako and Honda Hitomi

IZ*ONE's Yabuki Nako x Honda Hitomi x Male Reader Smut

9871 words

Categories: teaching sex, blowjob, thighjob, riding, face-sitting, cumswap, size kink, masturbation, truth-or-dare gone sexual

Now you know why I didn't post for Nako's day.

For a special someone who requested a HiiNako threesome, and I quote, "NAOW" (it's @kaedespicelatte if that weren't clear)

You're leaping across lands as if you were walking on clouds. That's a pretty close thing to what you are doing; the wisy blue cotton wafts around you like snow. Touch them for a moment, giggling with genuine happiness, before leaping up another step. You're only going upwards from here, only towards the destination of perfection.

The whole place is flawless. Small islands are individual homes for dreamers like you. The sky never pours unless you want it to. Everything in this world can be controlled with just a word from you. But you were told that there are bigger things up ahead, in that bright golden cloud, where a castle sits grandly and a woman leans down to give you an inviting smile—

"Hey, heeeey! "

Two thin fingers snap you awake from the world you created for when the boredom takes you. You go to it quite often—during lectures, lonely nights when sleep just refuses to visit you, and road trips to nowhere. You've unknowingly dozed off to your wonderland again in the campus quadrangle, right where you're supposed to be wide awake. It's already thirty minutes past your mathematics class; you're the only one in the quadrangle.

Well, not the only one. Blink twice, then thrice for good measure. Turn your head away from the streaming sunlight and force a reintroduction to reality. Here, on Earth, there are no happy utopian cities floating in midair, easily accessible through a few measured jumps. There aren't any bright clouds in arm's reach to navigate through the various world. Here, it's just... your university. It's an extremely boring place that only pique your appreciation with their well-kept gardens and satisfactory air-conditioning.

There's no air-conditioning out here in the quadrangle though. Nor is there a smile on Honda Hitomi's cute face. What a pity. What an utter waste.

"Hey there yourself, Hiichan," say brightly, as if you weren't just caught cutting classes. Cutting classes... but isn't—oh right! It's two in the afternoon, and you just sat through majority of your class in the quadrangle. It was an accident, you swear, but your strict little Japanese friend won't agree with you on that sometimes. "How you doing?"

"Not fine," she says grumpily, "because I was called to drag a certain boy who was lounging outside of the classroom he's supposed to be attending a lecture in."

Huh?

Direct your gaze to the left. Through the rectangular window of the wide room, all of your classmates and one unamused teacher stare at you. They exchange glances of disbelief, accompanied with words that consist of nothing but spicy gossip.

Your face burns. Now that's a situation you can't joke yourself out of. Why did you have to cut Bae Yoonjung's class out of all the classes you could have skipped? Life in the real world remains just as troublesome as your last return here.

"Miss Bae says you either get your ass inside," Hitomi continues, hands set on her hips, "and answer all the questions we're going over, or you get a failing grade."

A failing grade? "What? No, I'm not flunking her class!" you say. Flustered emotions burst and take your formerly-relaxed body from the comfort of the quadrangle bench. They bring your hands into the air, make your eyes seal a firm glare into Hitomi's tired ones. "Have you seen what her students look like after a remedial? They look like they came back from fucking World War Two or something!"

"Then get inside," says Hitomi. She's gathering the last of her patience now to give you a comforting smile. Give her props for trying to deal with you; you can barely do it yourself. "Believe me, I'm just as humiliated as you are."

"I can't get in because I can't do math, Hitomi!"

"Then get Hyewon to help you out, for fuck's sake, if she's not wrapped up trying to answer them herself. Come on, Haram. Get in."

Hyewon? Oh, come on, you aren't asking her for help! She barely talks to anyone except when she's answering in recitations. She may be pretty, but she has that kind of prettiness that makes her unapproachable. You're intimidated by her, and sometimes you feel a little guilty for it; she hasn't been unkind to anyone or bullied people to clean up dorms. She's just... scary. Scary because she simply exists.

Why do you always have to be scared of pretty girls? You're in college already and your fear of them still hasn't ceased.

But you have no choice. Get up on heavy feet and trudge the walk of shame to Bae's classroom. You're sure you look like a complete idiot. Anyone who has an IQ above room temperature knows that the number one rule of skipping classes means that you can't make yourself seen. You're supposed to hide in the dorms and make up an excuse letter, not sit outside of the classroom you're supposed to be in with the oblivion of a mouse. You can already spot Eunbi giggling at you. Throw her a glare, and she reciprocates, an eye for an eye. High school habits die hard.

"Welcome to class, mister Jo," says your professor, wearing the fakest of smiles. It's that signature Bae Yoonjung smile, a smile that any campus troublemaker knows. It spells out four clear words: You're in deep shit.

From far away in the classroom, your sister Yuri cringes. She's the better student out of the two of you: most well-behaved, most diligent, most high grades. It's been going on ever since she was in kindergarten. But you... it's like you were born into the Jo family to make an imbalance in the matrix of the inherited intelligence and discipline your parents and sibling are known for.

"Good afternoon, professor Bae," you say quietly. At least you're still polite.

"How was the little sit-down you had outside?"

"Quite good. I mean—I mean—uh..."

Politeness fails you. It's too late. Laughter scatters then takes the classroom by full force. Professor Bae isn't as pleased as they are, though. Not at all, not in the slightest.

"Silence, class," she barks. Immediately, the noise dies as if it were a fire extinguished by icy water. You're amazed sometimes at the power the professor has gathered over her years of teaching, which are considerably shorter compared to the other teachers.

"Now, mister Jo, there are strict rules on tardy here in this school. If a student is caught cutting classes or coming in five to ten minutes late, they're given a punishment. Are you aware of these rules?"

Nod. You read the student handbook a couple of times. It's the only book you've ever finished. In your defense, it has pictures. It's easier to visualize the message when there's pictures. You discovered that when your English professor made you read fucking Shakespeare and provide an explanation to three plays slash sonnets slash headache-inducing rhymes.

"I've given you enough time to dilly-dally by yourself," continues your unrelenting professor, "but it's mandatory that you learn the consequences of your own actions." Her hand knocks the whiteboard. "What is the value of x in x squared in the equation of x squared plus six equals zero?"

Stupid flowery math words and their stupid complicated meanings. You can never get a grasp of them.

"Um... b?" you say.

The whole class erupts into a chorus of snickers. Everyone is laughing at you now. All of their eyes are on you in half-crescents as your unintentional comedian flare takes them by storm. Chaeyeon is cackling with glee. She's the class comedian, but even she can't fashion a joke as ridiculous as that. Yujin's smiling dimples have never been more visible. Even your sister, once embarrassed that you were shaming the family name again, is laughing along with them. The whole world's laughingstock is you.

Just everyday things, you guess.

Look around. Well, not the whole world, maybe, for in the corner of the room on the farthest right-hand side of the first row, two wide eyes gaze at you with sympathy.

It's a small girl whose name you don't know, but face you are quite familiar with. She's usually seen giggling around her friends, but you've never talked to her. Not yet, at least.

Funny how just one person makes a whole difference. If she had laughed along with them, you'd be devastated. Crushed. Over. But she had chosen to look at you kindly, mouthing some soft words to you of reassurance. You feel like you owe everything to her: your sanity, your dignity, your battered pride.

If only you knew her name.

Needless to say, the rest of the class sucked. You were scolded plentily enough, and the humiliation from not getting any of the questions correct still makes you want to roll up into a ball and hide somewhere. Yuri would surely call your mother again and give an exaggerated retelling of how her brother—her pathetic, underachiever good-for-nothing brother—got into trouble again. You'd be the talk of the campus, too, and to be honest, you couldn't blame them. If one were going to cut classes, they could at least do it properly. That was the unspoken rule of troublemaking for dummies.

How do you always get into this kind of mess? Wonder over that as your hands clasp your phone, with your form now lounging atop your level of the bunk bed in the dorms. At least you're safe here. If you manage to fuck up again, nobody would see but your roommate. But she's already had a good show from earlier; she's Kwon fucking Eunbi, the girl you always somehow get into the same class with and bump into in the lockers. The world just strings your threads together without prior knowledge that you both have the scissors to snip the knots away. You're honestly getting a little sick of it.

"Haram, it's your turn to do the laundry," she reminds you. She says it without looking up from the book she is reading under your mattress, using the flickering lightbulb for proper vision. Neither you or Eunbi have the money or the guts to replace the bulb, so it remains as it is: shutting and flickering on like it belongs to the set of a low-budget horror movie.

"I'm not doing shit," reply seamlessly. Your eyes are focused onto the incoming messages of your KakaoTalk app. Everyone's forwarding various texts of group chats making fun of you. Whole group chats throwing tomatoes at a poor semi-senior. Fucking pathetic.

You can't say it wasn't unexpected, though. What were you doing out in the quadrangle? Had you lost yourself in such a daydream you forgot about everything?

Yes.

You possess a chronic tendency to daydream. You like worldbuilding, but never had the penmanship nor writing skills to plot it all down. You like visualizing better worlds—worlds where everything is pleasing to the eye, nothing out of place nor out of line—but were never the artist to illustrate them. Any potential you have in something, all rooted in daydreaming, is always ruined by another unavoidable trait you have. It fucking sucks sometimes, how you're always at a dead end once you think you've got the hang of it all.

"Come on, Haram," says Eunbi. She's tired, too. Finals are taking a toll on her emotions. She throws the book aside and punches you in the shin. "I'm not your housewife, and you aren't getting one either if you can't wash up for once."

"Yeah, well, it would help if the stuff I had to wash didn't have your cumstained panties, Eunbi." Continue to scroll and mark several messages read, although you never really went through several of them. "Seriously, how big are the guys going down on you for your undies to have cum everyday? What macho gymbro are you sleeping with?"

"Your mom," she spits.

"Oh yeah, real mature, Eunbi. Want a medal for that? A trophy?"

"Says the guy who can't even skip classes properly. Who the fuck hangs out—"

" I know. God, I've heard that so many times today. Please give me a break."

They're the same rehashed words entering and exiting your nearly-deaf ears. It's tiring you out, these looped arguments with Eunbi. She may be undeniably pretty, but she fucks so many guys on a daily basis that you'd wake up with the false alarm of an earthquake, only for it to be a cacophony of whimpers and moans over a creaking bed frame. Sometimes she'd call the guys she fucked daddy, more than often she'd be the one being called titles. And sometimes—only sometimes—you secretly get off to it. But after that, when you're sticky with your own ejaculation, the irritation sets back in.

Add all that to the equation of the same hurtful words aimed at you all day and flashbacks of the humiliation you endured in a martyr-like fashion back in Bae Yoonjung's class. Now who's the one who can't solve math?

"Let's make a deal," Eunbi proposes. She's punching you in the shin again to catch your attention. This time, her fist purges so much strength into its tiny knuckles that it does make your head jerk up in surprise. You look back into the pretty face of Kwon Eunbi with a "what now?" expression.

"And what might that be?" you ask uninterestedly.

Eunbi sets her arms onto the soft landscape of your mattress. Her eyes level with your impatient stare. "You do the laundry tonight, and I'll ask Yabuki Nako to invite you to her mini slumber party."

"Who's Yabuki Nako?"

"The girl who kept defending you from everyone. Seriously, do you ever notice what's going on?"

"I—I don't—" Stutter out mangled words, but the pieces are coming together for you to form any more. Yabuki Nako... could she be that girl from earlier who didn't laugh when everyone else was? That girl with the freshly-dyed blonde hair and cute eyes?

Yeah, it must be her. It can't be anyone but her, to be honest. The only one who'd defend you even when your back is turned is the one who doesn't laugh at you even when you see them. You're pretty sure that Nako is the girl you saw earlier, the girl whose name you wanted to know.

You barely know her. She's a small cheerful girl, but she doesn't usually interact with you. Sometimes she'd send long, lingering stares your way, but that's about it. Why would Eunbi make her your prize in this deal?

Eunbi grins. "You remember her now?" she asks.

"A little, yeah."

"Good. Don't you want to have some fun with her tonight?" Eunbi trails teasing fingers along your thigh. "Probably some bang-bang action? Huh?"

You move away from her hand. Eunbi's been acting sluttier these days, and you have no idea what to make of it. "What the fuck, Eun? I barely know the girl!"

"Well, you're about to find out more about her," she says with the proudest grin known to man. Eunbi flips her phone up out of nowhere and shoves an image of her and Hitomi in your face. They're both wearing cute pajamas, hair done into various curls and braids, obviously having a good time. God, you wish that were you. Well, not in that way, of course, but—

"Their sleepover just started," Eunbi explains. "She sent me a few pics. There's little laundry to be done. But the question is.... are you willing to exchange fifteen minutes doing chores for a night of potential sex?"

You didn't know Hitomi was sleeping over at Nako's dorm. Then you remember that Hitomi doesn't have a roommate; it can be pretty lonely at times. Maybe she invited Nako over for a good night of girly fun.

Your mind toys with the thought longer than you expected. But in the end, you give in. You aren't thinking of lewd stuff with them like Eunbi is suggesting you are. You just want to visit them—Hitomi, your best friend, and Nako, the girl who seemingly defended your name while everyone was dragging it through the mud. You owe the two of them a lot. What can go wrong?

Hiijjang❤ | 6:59 PM: what the fuck did you just do

You | 6:59 PM: huh

Hiijang❤ | 7:00 PM: you asked Nako to be included in our slumber party!!

what was that all about?

😑

You | 7:00 PM: i didnt do anything

eunbi wanted me to do the laundry

and said that shed ask nako to invite me if i did

Hiijjang❤ | 7:01 PM: perv

🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

You | 7:02 PM: hey its not about that

i had a bad day

and eunbis getting on my nerves right now.

i need a getaway

Hiijjang❤ | 7:04 PM: sure you do

but fine

i respect the efforts you make just to fuck nako

You | 7:04 PM: why does everyone keep saying that?

Your messages with Hitomi are wild. Screenshots, memes, and insults... it's an archive of your youth. You've been friends with her since high school, so they all date back to that time you crushed on Shitao Miu in tenth grade and the chaotic field trip your inexperienced gym teacher had to lead. They link to events that make up major historic occurences in your life. When you read back at them, you cringe sometimes, but there remains a smile on your face; you and Hitomi were so young and happy.

You're both in college now. You wonder what to make of it all. You aren't kids anymore, but you still play around with her as if time weren't a thing. In the world you like to create, it isn't; it's a social construct, used to profit off things like work and... all that economic stuff you never bothered to listen to in third year. You wonder if that's also true for the real world.

Probably, but the problem at hand is that you're running late to the slumber party. You finished the laundry early, yet you spent all your time deciding what to wear. Should you go steal Eunbi's bunny onesie and look cute like Nako and Hitomi? Or just wear whatever you like? You could not decide for the life of you. You decided to just wear your normal pajamas though. It's a slumber party, for Pete's sake, what else are you supposed to wear?

You look a little stupid as you walk out of the dorms in it. Thank God for the lights-out-at-seven rule! No one can lay their eyes on your embarrassing pajamas this way. But you'll have to make it quick; there's a long night ahead of you, and a long swindling staircase to go through. Curse your college for not having good engineers or architectures when they constructed this place. That's another reason why you hate this place and its horrid teachers and staff generals with a burning passion.

It takes you less than a minute to get to Hitomi's dorm, but only because you're rushing. You have to at least have the sense to show up early to a party you asked to be in. No carousel can give you the dizzying sensation the twirling staircases give you. You almost throw up by the time you get to the AKB48 building.

Give brash knocks on the first door to the right. You can hear giggles from the inside. They must be having a lot of fun. You have to knock louder for the laughing to die out and for a hand to unscrew the door knob.

"Oh, didn't think you'd make it!"

Hitomi grins up at you, wearing a pair of brown checkered pajamas and a ponytail. Seems like her high school sleepclothes still fit her; they hang around her tiny body like a curtain.

"I didn't think so either," you reply with a smile of your own. "Gonna let me in?"

She pushes you square in the chest. "Perv." But she lets you in anyway.

Hitomi's room is usually tidy and empty, occupied by no one other than her. But now, a makeshift blanket tent stands, hanging from her bed. A few soju bottles are out. Bracelets and necklaces created from bands and beads scatter on the floor.

And... there she is.

Nako waves at you timidly. Now that she's standing in front of you, you realize that she's smaller than you thought. She's barely a few centimeters above five feet. You don't mention that to her, though. You already owe Nako a lot of appreciation for having your back.

"Hey," you say awkwardly.

She giggles. "Hi. I'm—"

"Yabuki Nako, right?" Take her small hand and shake it firmly. "Thanks for defending me after my screw-up earlier."

Nako laughs again. Her pigtails swing in the air as she does, and her head lowers just enough for you to see the cute rabbit ear headband seated atop her hair. "It's no problem, really," she says humbly. "Everyone has 'that' embarrassing moment sometimes. Speaking from experience, by the way."

"Yeah," you say, shifting from foot to foot. After that, Nako says nothing, and you reply with nothing either. There isn't much to talk about, but the redness in both of your cheeks and in Nako's small, round face show flustered emotions.

"Ooookay." Hitomi cuts into the silence and breaks the ice. "It's getting late, you two. Want to get this party started?"

Take a look at the soju and nod immediately. You're in for a wild night.

You never thought you would have so much fun at a traditional girls' sleepover. It's much better than being with guys, but you'll only admit that to yourself. Through the course of an hour or so, you learned to make loomband bracelets and name all the characters in the Legally Blonde movie. You baked cookies and feasted over them, although majority are burned pretty badly. Not your fault; they should've left you to do the taste testing.

You've learned a lot about Nako tonight than you did the whole school year. She's only shy when she first meets someone, but when she eases up, she's hilarious. Her laugh is infectious, and one of her cute little habits is to jump around when she gets happy. Everytime she does her little leap, you fall in love with her even more. Sometimes Hitomi throws the two of you suspicious looks, but they're surreptitious enough for you to be able to ignore them.

But now, suspense increases in the dorm room. There's no friendships nor biases here. In this game, all the likings you've taken to Nako and Hitomi are deemed invalid. What matters the most is winning this. You have to play your cards right.

The top of the deck shows a yellow seven card, dropped by Hitomi. She wields at least fourteen cards, courtesy of the repeated plus four attacks you and Nako have administrated. Nako holds one card, just like you.

A proud smile on her face, Nako slaps a red seven card. In turn, you unleash your last card, which just so happens to be a red, too. You and Nako have just won the game.

"God-fuckin-dammit!" Hitomi frustratedly throws her UNO cards into the deck. It creates a flurry of rainbows and numbers on the floor. She has lost yet another game, much to you and Nako's satisfaction. You've won three games and Nako has won her fair share. Hitomi, however, is on a fine losing streak tonight.

"You're gonna clean that up, Tomi-ya," Nako tells her, pointing to the messy cards with a smug grin on her face. God, she's so cute when she smiles. It's like having a crush all over again.

Well, not like, because you're sure you developed a crush on Nako already. It's the real thing now. But who can blame you? Nako is a walking ball of sunshine. She could be the sun itself if the sun weren't the biggest star in the planet, but weirdly, you still prefer her.

"I swear, it's like you guys're teaming up on me," states an upset Hitomi. "What sort of black magic are you doing here, Haram, because who the fuck loses seven games in a row?"

"You, clearly," you and Nako say in unison. Great minds think alike, or whatever Aristotle said. Or did you get it wrong and he's the guy who said the thing about respecting?

Nako's eyes are wide with excitement as she looks at you. Meanwhile, you're too caught up on trying to say the word first.

"Jinx—" you shout.

Nako says it, too: "—jinx!—"

" Double jinx! "

"Ahhh, come on." Now it's Nako's turn to be upset. She downs a few drops of soju, the punishment you guys set for the little jinx game you have going on. Simple and cliché as it is, you like playing it. So, when you're pretty sure Nako's gonna say the same thing, you butt in at the same time. That's where it all started.

"Looks like I'm thirdwheeling, too," Hitomi says, rolling her eyes. "Might as well throw me out, you know? Call me a dirty single bitch?"

"We're not a thing!" Nako contradicts. She looks at you for backup, but you only offer a nod of partial agreement. "We just met, Hiichan!"

"You know what they say~" Hitomi pokes Nako at her taut belly. "Love at first sight exists, Nako-san."

"Don't m-make this weird! Owww!"

Sudden, Nako and Hitomi are having a pillow fight. Hitomi whacks Nako in the hip with a car pillow and Nako hits her on her cheek with a Mickey Mouse plushie. You make no move to stop them. Rather than that, you join in.

The first hit you deliver is done with a blanket.

Then, it's two against one. Hitomi and Nako are surprised at your audacity. They forget about their 1v1 pillow fight and start attacking you. Soft plush hits your body over and over. You yell out loudly, scampering away like a rabbit, but they catch up to you. The two girls are small, but surprisingly nimble.

"Take that!"—

—Hitomi hits you in the head, ignoring your loud cry—

—"and that!" Nako nearly lifts the top of your pajamas with how strong she hits your stomach—

—" and these! "

The two high-pitched voices unite. And so do their pillows going down on your helpless body.

Whack after whack after whack. Everywhere you turn, there's a pillow blocking your way. They've cornered you and made you their personal punching-bag in the art of pillow fighting. Is it fun? Is it rather humiliating? You have no idea what to think, but you're laughing, so it must be good.

"Alright, alright!" Hold your arms up in defeat. "You made your point!"

"Good!" harrumphs Nako. She flashes you an adorable pout. "Let's calm down."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah!"

You all laugh at how ridiculous that exchange sounds. So immature, so childish... college students were truly just overgrown kids.

Look at Nako's small frame. Maybe not all.

"So, oppa."

That's weird. Hitomi never calls you oppa. You're barely older than her anyway, and too close with her for there to be any formalities between the two of you. So you're a little stunned when you look up from the game and see her completely innocent smile.

She and Nako are huddled close. Their heads lean into the other as they flash you pretty smiles. Hitomi's fluffly cheek presses against Nako's round one. They're a pretty combination, to be honest. They're the two cutest girls you've ever seen.

"Yeah?" you ask. There's an edge to your voice you don't know the origins of. But inside, you feel that something is about to happen. Something... big? You just have no idea how to deal with it.

"Want to play truth or dare?" asks Nako, taking her turn in speaking. It's like they rehearsed this beforehand or something.

Shrug. It's only nearly ten; there's a lot of time to toy with. A classic game of truth-or-dare won't hurt. "Sure, why not?"

"Okay. Truth or dare?"

"Truth, I guess."

Nako and Hitomi giggle wildly. They sound like a flock of foxes when they laugh together. It's pretty cute.

"Have you ever... had sex before?" Nako's pigtails catch your attention as she sets her chin on her knee, right above her intertwined fingers with Hitomi. Glance again at their hands together and their over-display of affection. There's Hitomi's arm twirled around Nako's wide hips, and Nako's hand caressing Hitomi's hair. You still don't know what to conclude from that.

The question doesn't catch you off guard. When around friends, you're asked that all the time, especially in high school. "Once," you confess.

Hitomi gasps girlishly. "Who did you do it with?"

"Hey, my turn is done!" You aren't about to reveal the girl you had your first time with to them. It ended pretty badly, and besides, it's private business. "It's your turn already."

"Hmph, fine!" Hitomi feigns reluctance as she gazes at Nako. "Nako-san, I want to do a dare!"

"Okay! I dare you to show oppa"—Nako leans over to give Hitomi a barely-contained whisper—"that you can suck his cock better than the last girl he fucked."

Well, that quickly took a sexual turn. Once again, you are struck by surprise. What the hell is she making your best friend do? Why is this girl, whom you never came across before nor talked to much, suddenly becoming so bold?

Well, Hitomi's cheeks do look good for when—

No, you can't think—

Yes, you can—

Hitomi is the bigger daredevil between the two of you. She doesn't hesitate to topple you over so you land on the mattress, and pull down your shorts. You watch on, stunned, as Hitomi rubs your shaft repeatedly with seemingly experienced hands. Heat quickly accumulates and forms your erection. A success!

"Ooh, do it, Hiichan!" Nako cheers on. Already, her fingers find their way between her legs. If this were a movie, she'd binge it all the way.

Similarly, your hand takes hold of Hitomi's ponytail and pushes her down before she's even ready. And you're thinking about what kind of mess you've gotten yourself into now, and if you'll regret it.

You're still unsure of the answer, but it's hard to think that there will be any regrets when your cock pokes Hitomi's soft cheek. Oh, how you'd love to glaze the insides of it with your cum. How good it would feel.

Hitomi makes sure to show you. While Nako rubs the wet spot on the Japanese girl's panties and her own, Hitomi bobs her head with amazing finesse. Her lips latch around your base and effortlessly drag themselves up to your tip, pleasuring the veins that stick out. It doesn't help at all how strong the suction of her lips are. Oh, it doesn't help one bit.

"You okay, Hiichan~?" Nako asks sweetly.

"Yerghh, I ermm!" Hitomi answers through a muffled mouth. She's more than okay, she's in bliss. Or rather, you are. You were once overwhelmed with doubt and hesitation. Now, the only thing taking over you is the sheer pleasure.

Your bottoms are pulled down to your thighs. Hitomi's head and hands are all over your crotch. She plays with your balls and lets her lips kiss your pubic patch area when she goes down. She massages your thighs with expert hands, loosening the tense muscles but still making sure that your cock is tense and rock hard in her mouth.

"Okay, let me just rub your little clit a bit more~" Nako swipes over the visible damp spot on Hitomi's pajamas, quickly finding her button. "So you can... hnghh, suck oppa off better, is that okay~?"

Hitomi squeals into your cock; Nako's rubbing her sensitive nub too well. She moves her fingers fast and briskly, providing pleasure to her core that matches the one she's giving to you. Her hands grab onto your thighs again to get a hold of herself. But your hand already grabs more of her ponytail and yanks it to the back, causing your cock to now hit the back of her throat and slide down its tight entrance.

"Ohh, fffuck." The F-bomb drops with stress. Hitomi's gag reflex awakens and makes the experience much more fulfilling. You never thought that you'd be fucking your girl best friend's throat. The thought has not once touched on your mind, but here you are, doing exactly that. The world is funny sometimes.

"Hnghhh..." Hitomi whimpers quietly. She laps her tongue upwards to rub slick saliva on the underside of your shaft. You can feel the sharp breaths she takes through her nose to keep some air in her lungs on your skin. Yeah, she definitely did this before. Nako has probably not done it yet. The hands clumsily groping Hitomi's crotch and her eyes stretched wide in surprise at what's happening are all indicative of that. But that's not a problem that can't be solved by teaching.

She's enthusiastic, though. She's excited as she watches Hitomi take your cock so well. Slow thrusts fire into the taller Japanese girl's lips, sometimes having your tip rub the roof of her mouth rather than meet the tight tunnel up ahead. You're trying to remind yourself not to get too carried away. Hitomi is still your best friend, and you can't hurt her too much, not even when she and Nako begin to finger each other's delicate pussies.

Not even when their pace in their mutual masturbation increases.

Not when their combined moans sound like something straight out of an R-rated anime.

Not when—

"Ohhh, ohhh, Hiichan! " Nako moans out. See the clamp of her puffy pussy lips on Hitomi's three digits and your thrusts gain strength. "You—you—you finger me so well! It's too good!"

Hitomi's tearful eyes start to lose the shared contact they have with your lust-dazed pupils. She looked cute as she gazed up at you, like an innocent girl who's only learned from books to do this, but she's past all that pretense. She's past all that fake good-girlness. She can't hold up that front anymore. Nako's fingers diligently pumping her make sure of that. The girl's beautiful moans work her up more than she'd like to admit.

Whining a little, Hitomi bobs her head stronger. Your sounds of pleasure mirror each other. Your groans are deeper, though, while Hitomi's are more high-pitched. They come from different origins as well. She's moaning like that because Nako's fingers dig into her pussy as if its purpose was to seek out her G-spot. Seems like Nako found it; the dance of Hitomi's hips go crazy. Your moans come from the ones she lets out, and the more-than-satisfactory closeness of her narrow throat.

She lets out the screams she is forced to muffle in the form of a full-blown blowjob. She doesn't have the time or patience to induce any more foreplay. She fucks your cock into her throat and lets saliva freely coat it with lubrication. Her whines reach maximum volume, both due to the difficulty it takes to force your size down her throat and the most obvious factor: Nako's continuous pleasuring of her core.

They masturbate each other. Squelching sounds increase, just like the speed of the swiftly entering fingers. Now, the sweet chorus of their moans sound straight out of a JAV, rather than a simple anime. It's too lewd, although their expressions are so wonderfully animated. And soon, you've risen to your feet to put all the force in fucking Hitomi's cute face. Nako scrambles into a better sitting position to be able to continue fucking Hitomi's vagina. She's playing with her nipples above her white top, eyes closed as she mutters incoherent words.

Hitomi's eyes are as large as those of a prowling cat catching sight of its prey—

Nako's screams are unusually high—

Your cock barely slips out of Hitomi's mouth except to fuck the rest of it in—

A natural disaster it was, yet it's man-made. Nako's legs tense when her climax takes her. Hitomi's is messier, but yours is probably the least tidy. Though Hitomi's cheeks become fuller with your cum, some still inevitably slide down her chin. There's no stopping though until you've fucked every drop of your cum into her mouth. And you mean every drop.

"Ohh—ohhh, Hiichan! Your fingers—I can't—!"

"Nako-san! Oppa!"

It's done. Pull out and fall back into the mattress. Hitomi's mouth is a fountain of cum. There's a puddle on the floor from her orgasm. But what makes a bigger mess is the fluid you've excreted in her mouth.

They both sit across you innocently. For a while, the mood of the whole room is sweet and youthful. But then, Nako gets an idea to ruin it all.

She looks at Hitomi. "Let me help," she offers timidly. One look between them and Hitomi understands what exactly she's offering to help her out with. You're the one left behind in not understanding it, but it all makes sense when Nako's lips connect with Hitomi's mouth.

You're stunned; Hitomi spits the rest of your cum down Nako's mouth, and the girl gladly accepts, swallowing with a sensual hum. Their hands run over each other's bodies, touching the perfect places for the other to let out a moan of gratification. Nako sucks on Hitomi's tongue, clearing it of any excess cum. Your best friend giggles, and lets Nako circle her open rounded mouth, invitingly relaxing her jaw.

Now you're the one third-wheeling. But this time, you don't complain. Who would, when two cute Japanese girls are making out hotly and touching each other in front of them? Their kisses are a mere ploy to get you worked up, you know that, but there's the occasional slip of true admiration in Nako's kisses down Hitomi's neck. The latter's hand rubbing Nako's thighs gently and lovingly doesn't seem to be artificial.

Their kissing stops momentarily. Hitomi's peachy smile is back. "Was that good, Nako-san?" she inquires.

"Y-yes," says the breathless small girl, nodding. "Thanks for helping me swallow oppa's cum. You still want to play?"

"Of course."

"What about you, oppa?"

"I'm up for it," you say. Point down to your dick, which remains erect, but none get the pun. You sigh; that's another L for Jo Haram, you guess.

Their cute smiles make up for your disappointment. They're happy you still want to play. The whole thing is moving too fast, and they didn't expect for you to actually be okay with the pace.

"Whose turn is it?"

"Nako," responds Hitomi.

"Okay, uh... truth or dare?"

Nako's eyes sparkle. "Dare."

"I dare you to sit on oppa's face," announces Hitomi loudly.

You're once again surprised. You haven't even talked over what dare to give Nako! But you welcome it; you've been eyeing her round thighs for the whole sleepover.

Nako looks nervous. She's afraid that her weight might crush you, but you doubt that it would actually happen. She's too small to hurt anyone, unless she did a wrestle squat on your face. But she's not even going to do that; all she has to do is sit on your face and let you do the work.

Nako stands over you. Here, you're given a better view of her pussy. Her lips are fat and slick, while the hole is so tiny that even your pinky finger inside it would hurt her. But the tongue is less solid, isn't it? It won't hurt that much.

Nako shyly spreads her legs. And talk about beautiful; her toned yet thick thighs frame the slick little cunt perfectly. Every beauty of her flawless body fits aesthetically together. Her round bottom is another thing you wouldn't mind having on your face, but that can go for another time.

She descends. Your mouth slacks.

"Hnnn... ohhh..." The softest moans fight past Yabuki Nako's lips. Your tongue is a sensation she never expected to feel this good. The pornstars in those websites looked utterly in bliss, rocking against the mouth of the one they are seated upon as if possessed, and she now sees why.

There's still fresh cum from Nako's last orgasm. Of course, you lap it all up, the gentleman you are. Her legs quiver at the new feeling. She's so unprepared for each lick, although the frequency of their occurences increase. It's one thing her small body can't adapt to.

However, it feels good. Really, really good.

"Nako-san!" Hitomi calls sweetly. She takes the nervous girl's hands and rubs them comfortingly. "Are you okay?"

"Yes, y- yes! " Nako's thighs tense around your head. Slap them twice as if they were pillows. "I just don't want to hurt him!"

"You're not gonna hurt him. Just relax. Sit on his face properly. I bet he'd like that, wouldn't you, Haram?"

Oh, you would. She tastes so damn delicious. But aiming to lick at her hole is difficult when her crotch still hovers over your face.

She whines. "You have to help me, Hiichan!"

"I will, don't worry!"

Hitomi clasps Nako's wide baby-making hips and pushes her down on your face. At the same time, your tongue slips wholly into Nako's slit. The gasp she lets out makes you and Hitomi worked up. She squirms a little as your tongue begins to work into her hole languidly. Her walls nervously squeeze and relax on your tongue, not sure if they should fully grasp it or let it wiggle around on its own.

"Good!" Hitomi praises, kissing her on the lips. "Now you have to ride his tongue. Don't be afraid to move around."

"Hmm, hmph, ahhh!"

A moan accompanies her bounces. Nako's blinded by the pleasure from Hitomi quickly guiding her hips to and fro. Your tongue slides across all the right places: her sensitive labia, glistening clit, and contracting hole. Your tongue is working too fast inside her, as if all it ever wanted is to clean every drop of juice there is inside her. But no matter how much you lick to tidy her up, she gets even more turned on, thus making more juices gush into your lips.

You barely have any time to breathe. When Hitomi pulls Nako forward, there's barely an interval since she is pushed right back onto your tongue. She must have learned from Bae Yoonjung to be this strict of a teacher. It's only good that Nako's such an enthusiastic student.

Hitomi pulls Nako's white top over her curvy back. The piece of clothing ends up on the floor. "Can I suck on these big titties, Nako-san?" Her voice loses not her cheerful, announcer-like tone.

"Yes, please!" Now Nako's hips move on their own accord. She's finding her pace now, thanks to your best friend's patient and friendly instruction. It's fuelled more by the latch of Hitomi's mouth on her breasts. From there, the force matches a hurricane. Now, you can't breathe at all.

"Mmm!" Hitomi enjoys her feast on Nako's breasts. Their nipples are just so pretty, especially when they're erect. Their size is just barely noticeable since they're stacked on a small body. Even you only notice their beauty now that they bounce in front of Hitomi. "You alright there, Haram?"

Give her a thumbs-up. Yes, you're smothered by Nako's pussy and ass gyrating on your face. Yes, you can't breathe at all, and yes, you're completely fine. You even grab onto Nako's waist to guarantee a taste of her asshole as well. The taste test is only momentarily done, but Nako's back arcs beautifully, and her moans start to become deafening. Thank God for her thighs!

But you aren't sure if you're fine anymore when Hitomi mounts you. Fuck, she's a tight fit! She's light enough for her to not be that much of a burden on your waist, but the power in her tiny body shows in the way she bounces on your cock. What's even more hot is that she's so tiny, your dick bulges on her stomach.

"Oh, fuck, Haram!" she cries out. She's not as small as Nako, but she already feels too tiny for your cock. The size is wrecking her insides.

"Mmm, is it good? Please tell me, Hiichan!"

Hitomi starts off slow yet strong. She slams herself on your cock, but doesn't go too fast. All her sexual experience proves to be too little for her cunt to take your cock. Her eyes flicker. "It—it feels so big inside me," she says in between breaths. "I can feel it on my stomach, see?"

The curious student looks down, and discovers what Hitomi is speaking of herself. Your erection pokes her stomach over and over. You always manage to reach her womb. "F-fuck," Nako whispers. "That's so hot... I want to try, too, please? After he finishes?"

"Sure thing. Just enjoy his mouth first, okay?"

Nako heeds her advice. She is still a bit hesitant, but she has to admit that your mouth feels really good. The muscle just fucks her cunt so perfectly. It's the ideal "introduction" to sex for a first-timer like her, because it's not too big for it to be too much, nor is it too hard for it to hurt. No, it's as fluid as the juices she releases. It plays with her clit and suckles it sometimes, but also makes sure to pleasure the inner spots her fingers can't even reach themselves.

And then there's Hitomi. She's another blissful factor in this experience. Her breasts are admittedly not that big, but the unbuttoned bottom of her pajama shirt shows her toned, tiny stomach. Sometimes, the fabric also bounces to signal the strength of her riding. Her labored pants are beautiful, making her clit twitch whenever there's just the perfect cry in her breath. Oh, and her reactions to the pleasure: head thrown back, eyes in pleasured crescent-moons... Nako can just cum watching Hitomi ride you.

Their hands tangle together and their need grows stronger. Nako's ass ripples on your face. Hitomi's pussy gets even tighter. Watching each other's blissful reactions just pushes them to kiss.

Pleasured moans start to come out from their colliding lips. Nako's hand slaps her friend's ass, and in turn, Hitomi rubs Nako's clit. Both of their sexes spasm wildly, wrapping around your two appendages with the intention to make you cum.

And of course, to get themselves off.

It's not hard to do that. Your tongue already found a rhythm in Nako's cunt. Your cock has shaped Hitomi's tightness to your girth. So when you start to put in some of your own force, the two girls gasp loudly. They like it. They love the way you're handling them. Hitomi leans over to spread Nako's cheeks so you can have more than a taste of her asshole. Nako's already content with you eating out her cunt, but that's a completely new sensation, one she had no idea she would like that much.

"So good, so good, fuck! " She buries her face in Hitomi's neck. To return the favor, she works on Hitomi's clit. A few upwards and sidewards thumbs, and the girl's mumbling senselessly already. Both of their voices share a cute pitch that blend orgasmically together. If only you could hear their pretty moans more.

Remember that you can. Begin to fuck Hitomi's hole from below, driving your hips to bounce her little figure on top of you. You're bigger than any toy she's put inside of herself. Hitomi wails, grabbing onto Nako again to engage in a deep kiss. Their hands slide over their breasts, curves, and sides, adding little stimulants to get them closer to their high. It's a good thing you're already high enough; with the way Hitomi's tight body is riding you, you can cum anytime now.

So you go all out. Eat Nako's cunt and ass as if she were a feast set only for you, even though Hitomi likes to get a few licks sometimes. Grab the other woman's hips while she seizes your torso to ride, too. It's all tongue and cock and fingers—you're merely three bodies seeking carnal pleasure, something that's about to come very soon.

Very, very soon.

"Fuck, yes, kiss me..." Nako tilts her neck so more of Hitomi's delicious lips pepper her skin. Each one makes her feel so hot, in addition to your tongue pleasuring her. "He's eating me out so well! I think I'm gonna—I'm gonna cum, Hiichan!"

"I am, too," cries out Hitomi. The tandem of the bounces become too much for even a girl like her to handle. She kneads Nako's round breasts and pinches their nipples to cope with it. The girl's breath hitches and rises. "Cum for me, oppa-ya! Cum for me, Nako! "

There's another eruption. Nako mewls and cries, Hitomi screams and writhes. Their cute faces make such perfect ahegaos as you burst inside the wet little hole. Nako's pussy quivers on your mouth, and you forget to breathe for a while. It's like you learned not to through the course of her riding your face.

The pressure is gone. Nako has slowly and weakly fallen to the side. Hitomi slumps over your body. Just like you, they're quite tired. And you think you dozed off for a second, but maybe that's just because of the heavy pressure of the lips on your chest humming a lullaby to sleep.

Hitomi rises first. The irrational earliness of college schedules have molded her into a quick and quiet sleeper. Fortunately for her, the whole day is free. There are no classes today. Not even extracurricular activities on the side.

She's too tired to get up. Besides, she's too comfortable sleeping on your toned body. She can see that you're half-awake, but just keeping your eyes closed for the sake of it. She doesn't blame you at all; those hours of the slumber party were wild.

She looks to the side. Nako is still semi-passed put on the floor. Even in her sleep, her bare breasts look beautiful. Her thighs are still accented with saliva and juices. She slightly reaches over to kiss her on the lips. For the first time, Nako's eyes open fully. Their gazes connect. They giggle softly.

"Good morning," says Nako softly.

Hitomi smiles. "It's only eleven PM, Nako-san. Were you so fucked out of your mind that you couldn't remember anything?"

Nako sits up slowly. Regarding Hitomi's question, it's actually the contrary. The nap has fully reenergized her body. She can even feel her legs now. But it's still fun to play around with Hitomi.

"If I am," she asks, levelling the girl with raised eyebrows, "what are you gonna do about it?"

"Dare you to fuck oppa in front of me," says Hitomi evilly, bright eyes shining with malice.

Nako is a little flustered. She hasn't done that before! This whole sex thing is completely new to her. She doesn't even put her fingers on herself besides rubbing her clit!

She nervously shrugs, trying to play off her fear as nonchalance. "I didn't even choose dare yet! I thought the game was over!"

"Look," says Hitomi tiredly. She just wants a good show right now, something to get off to. "If you want, you can just fuck him with your thighs. He loves them."

Nako looks down at her legs. "H-he does?" she asks innocently.

Hitomi nods. "Did you see the way he looked at them earlier? If you can't fuck him, at least pleasure his dick with your thighs."

Nako considers this briefly, but then shakes her head. "Nope, I want to fuck him."

"You sure? You can—"

"No, I do! If—if he consents, of course," she adds.

"Go crazy," you say, holding up a thumb. You heard all of their conversation, and would love to go crazy on their bodies again, but you're too tired to get up. "Ride me. Fuck me. Do whatever you want with me."

"Of course we will, Haram," says Hitomi. "But we need to get you hard again first."

She initiates, of course, knowing Nako is mostly inexperienced. She leans down to dribble copious amounts of saliva on your cock. Nako watches a little, then follows shortly after.

You hum happily. While Hitomi licks all sides of your cock, Nako gives your balls the pleasure they deserve. She sucks them gently, inhaling your musky scent, and sometimes dares to lick their circular shapes. Hitomi giggles when you lose control; it's too fun to watch, too fun to dwell on.

But they're much more entertaining. Two cute, innocent faces, meeting together to give your cock the best fuck in its short sex life. It's hard not to notice how Nako's lips are fuller, as they work their way on your base, and how she has a more mature face than Hitomi. Hitomi has cuter features, but she can be pretty seductive at times. She proves that with her lowered eyelids, the bite of her lower lip, and her tongue sensually doing its rounds about your cock.

Nako kisses your cock up to the tip. Hitomi goes south. Their tongues do a choreography as they pleasure your cock. Every pink inch is performed on, even the base. Nako licked and gave open-mouthed kisses on that part earlier, making you leak more than you like, but of course she sucks it all up. Despite her inexperience, she's still a good girl.

"Shit, I'm getting close—"

"Calm down," says Hitomi, laughing, as she immediately stops. "You're already hard enough. Nako's gonna ride you now."

Look at Nako for confirmation. But she's already straddling you. That's pretty much your go signal.

But you have to be sure. You don't want anything here to be forced. "Nako?" you ask. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

She pulls your hands and puts them on her hips. She takes in a deep breath, then smiles serenely. "Yes," the small woman says. "Yes. I've wanted to do it ever since I first saw you."

There's an emotion in her voice that you can't place. You're sure it has something to do with the thing about seeing you for the first time. But then again, you can't remember the exact time she saw you when her cunt sees your cock enter its winking entrance. It's for the first time, too, but hopefully not the last.

You're sure the first time is more blissful on Nako's side again. She's so tense; her pussy hugs your cock anxiously, whether afraid to let go or afraid to let more of it in is unknown. She's slowly sinking down into the waters, and Hitomi's a careless passer-by. A sick passer-by, to be more exact, because who the fuck gets off to a drowning girl?

But those are all metaphors, (thankfully). Those are all silly little poems you make in your head. Your muse is Nako, her tight form, and her beautiful face. You take inspiration from the way she moves, moans, and sings out happy little pants, now that you're inside her.

She's a tighter fit than Hitomi, that's for sure. It's more difficult to move inside her, but you make do. Or rather, she does. You're lying down on the ground, just watching her bounce.

"You're doing good, Nako-san," Hitomi remarks. She's off to the side, slowly rubbing herself in hot, tight circles. She can't wait to see Nako's next move. "How does it feel?"

"It, it's so big," Nako whines. She does an experimental bounce and winces deliciously. Her walls are being parted by your staff so well.

Wet noises become louder. Hitomi sighs heavily. "Yes... yes, yes, what else?"

"It's fucking me so deep..."

Your cock plunges into the depths of Nako's vagina. Her puffy lips wrap around your head, yet it easily slips by. Nako watches it all with fascination. She learns that when she squeezez extra tight, she gets a blissful little grunt from you. She's a quick learner; she learns to squeeze down at the perfect times to get your precum leaking inside her. Turns out that Nako is as considerate as she is kind.

She lifts her ass high in the air and sits back down. You groan loudly. She does, too, but you're too wrapped up in seeing her tits bounce to hear her.

Nako places her hands on your sides and does another leap. Jesus fucking Christ, she's tight. You reach up to squeeze one of her tits. She hums appreciatively.

"...and it's like I, I can't prepare myself for it," continues the whimpering Nako. Her blissful expression drives on Hitomi's self-pleasuring. She pushes her breasts into your eager hands, watching you enter and exit her cavern. "He twitches inside me a lot. And it hits all the right places and... and..."

Nako fails to find her words. She does find the sweet pulsing of your cock inside her good, though, which is why she never stops bouncing. There's something so arousing about it all besides the immediate sex itself.

Is it because Nako is so small, she barely makes waves on your body when she descends down to your base?

Is it the way her voice is cute and whiny during the much appreciated seconds of her moaning?

Or perhaps it's in her face itself, for it's the face of a girl who stood up for you, defended you, and spoke not a bad word about the incident earlier?

You've always had a thing for innocently kind girls. Femme fatales are off-limits to you; they'd be your ideal type if you didn't act like a complete fool around them. Her mature yet adorable beauty is what you like, and that goes for both her body and heart.

But for tonight, it's physical. You squeeze the round flesh of her heart. Jerk your hips upwards to meet her leaps. Take in her beautiful expressions of sexual pleasure. You let her use your body as a hands-on visual aid for her first time, and pray that you're good enough for her to want a second session.

Several hours later, dawn breaks through the windows. The night has turned into day, yet the three of you have chosen to beat the sun in waking up. Since then, you've fucked Nako's tits and thighs, and took Hitomi from behind. All of you are sore and need a bit of rest.

But these are the days of your remaining youth. You don't want to miss a single second of it, not even for a much-needed sleep. What makes these days better is the fact that you have both girls in your arms. They huddle together with you as if you were their teddy bear.

"So, oppa." Nako kisses you again, tiredly. "Who was the last girl you fucked?"

"Didn't know we were still playing truth or dare." Laugh and kiss her, too. Do so as well to Hitomi's forehead. You're confident enough to tell the two of them now. "Miyawaki Sakura."

"Huh?" Nako asks as she looks at you with disbelief. "Same!"

"Me too!" Hitomi laughs. She and Nako high-five before they realize something.

"What?"

"What?" you ask, suddenly sitting up.

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