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Fret bit his lip. His fingers gripped the seat cushion beneath him. Of all his wildest imaginations, this wasn’t the one he expected to come true. The day started out fine enough, in all honesty. It was his nineteenth birthday and his celebrations usually came and went. A little party with his closest friends at his favorite spot to eat where they’d cheer “happy birthday!” and give him his gifts.
Rindo had given him a small collection of stylish masks from a few different brands. Fret had always said he wanted to try to pull off a mask like how Rindo did. Nagi gifted him a rare figurine of an Elegant Strategy character, specifically Sergeant Wazagahi. As Fret took it into his hands with a smile, he didn’t manage to catch Nagi’s words through gritted teeth: “low tier.”
Beat decided to give Fret an old skateboard, re-tuned to work like new, and a promise to take him to the skate park. If he could fly around in the UG and bash some Noise, then he could totally balance on a skateboard. Fret smiled and declared it a date. Rhyme gave him a few new phone cases, different colors and shapes, all for Fret to match with any different styles he wanted to wear. Apparently Kaie had found a few rare ones online and decided to send his regards.
Shiki gave Fret an exclusive Gatto Nero pin just for him: The Wicked Twister. And it had a little tornado on it, just the way he had imagined in his head when he came up with the name. Shoka glared at the pin but accepted that it couldn’t be added to her Gatto Nero collection. Finally, Neku had taken the time to sketch and paint a portrait of Fret and the Wicked Twisters, stylized in his own way, with Fret in the middle and the others cheering him on. Fret accepted the painting with tears in his eyes and declared that he would display it proudly in his room! Neku laughed and told him he could do whatever he wanted with it, it was his now anyways.
As he wiped his tears away, his eyes glanced over to Shoka who was standing awkwardly away. As the others milled about, grabbing slices of a cake they bought and talking, Fret approached the kitty girl. She just smirked and said she’d give him his gift later. She wanted it to be private.
Fret shrugged. Shoka never really cared about giving gifts amongst their friends, Fret thought. Even Mr. Minami had taken the chance to warp by and give him a weird mangled shape of metal that Fret would cherish because it was his first gift from Mr. Minami.
Fret guessed Nagi had really pushed him to show up this time.
So it was strange that Shoka of all people hadn’t a gift to give currently. Not that he necessarily minded, of course, if Fret hadn’t got a gift then he’d accept a hug, too.
“Dummy, I have a gift to give you, just not right now.”
“Ohh!” Fret stamped his fist onto his other palm. “That makes a little more sense now! Oh, now you’ve got me excited, Shokie!”
Shoka shook her head, “Good, I guess.”
Fret playfully scratched his chin and leaned side to side as Shoka waved her hands around like trying to blow away any ideas Fret might’ve been as to what her gift was.
Well, blown away he certainly was.
When Shoka asked to be the one to walk him back to his small apartment–he needed a little help carrying the gifts–he didn’t expect this.
Not at all.
Just as they stepped through the door and set down the skateboard, painting, a bag full of his birthday blessings, Shoka put a hand on his shoulder and suddenly Fret got all tingly in his gut. It was the most super weird feeling having a crush on two of your best friends that also happen to be dating each other. It was like the most conflicting feeling as Shoka pulled him very close, uncomfortably close, why was she so close and suddenly her hands slid down his sides and to his hips and that smirk of hers…
“Hey, Fret.”
“Uh, Shoka?”
“Mind if I give you my gift now?”
Fret felt like Mr. Minami for a second, running the calculations in his mind as he attempted to decipher exactly what the hell this gift was. He cleared his throat and put on a nervous smile. “W-what is it?”
“Oh, you know,” Shoka blushed but kept her sultry smirk, “just a blowjob from your best friend. No big.”
“Kweh? N-no big?” Fret repeated, suddenly his heartbeat bouncing in his eardrums. “H-hang on, does Rindo know about this?”
“Hm? Oh, yeah, we talked about it. He said it was all cool, but I gotta tell him all about how it goes. If you don’t mind?” Shoka said, a little more seriously than with her teasing tone. Gave Fret’s brain a chance to catch up and–hang on, was Rindude seriously okay with this?!
Fret took a deep breath and stumbled through his next words, “N-no, I don’t mind when a lady kisses and tells.”
“Oh, I’ll do a lot more than just kiss.”
Eep! Fret made that noise both in his head and out his mouth.
And thus, that’s how Fret sat here, glaring at the ceiling. Shoka sat on her knees, palms both gripping his knees. Fret couldn’t watch as his stomach floated around on butterfly wings when he felt Shoka’s hands slowly sliding up his legs, finding his crotch. She could feel his hard dick through his pants.
“Jeez, someone’s excited.”
“Uh, sorry?” Fret felt like laughing.
Shoka shook her head, “Don’t apologize, dummy. Now come on, I wanna see.”
Fret bit down on his lip as he felt Shoka’s fingers feeling around his bulge and reaching up to catch his zipper. The little zip! was the thing that made Fret realize that, no, this wasn’t a prank, this was real and Shoka really was on her knees about to pull down his pants and–
He was pitching a serious tent through his boxers.
“Wow, going camping much?” Shoka said, her flushed face betraying her attempt to look cool and calm. Fret felt her fingers wrap around the cloth and his shaft. She slid her hand across the underwear, tugging the fabric and jerking his cock. Fret let out a gasp as Shoka moved her hand from the base to his head and he slapped a hand over his mouth. “You’re pretty sensitive.”
“I-I mean, I-well-you know-” Fret stumbled over himself as he glanced down just in time to catch Shoka breathing out over his dick. Her warm breath against his burning hot desire and her lips were so close–
Shoka kissed the tip of his cock through his boxers and Fret felt like so much blood rushed to his dick that he started getting light-headed. “Yup, super sensitive. Guess I just ran Rindo so ragged, he’s used to how I do things.”
Shoka running Rindo ragged? The two of them... Fret shut his eyes, very much avoiding the topic of his other best friend who was super cute. His mind had things to focus on as Shoka kept jerking him through his clothes, the fly of his underwear shifting and revealing a bit of his cock, but she was satisfied pumping him like this. She wrapped her mouth around the tip and swiped her tongue across. Fret felt a shiver go through his body as Shoka sucked him and retreated, leaving the fabric damp as her mouth left.
Unexpectedly, her left hand suddenly dived into the fly and gripped skin to skin and Fret felt like he’d tapped into his galaxy brain. With her right, she pulled the other side of the fly around his cock and let the bad boy run wild and free.
They both blushed; Fret blushed at how insane this moment was and Shoka blushed at how much she enjoyed the sight of his ‘bad boy.’ Not too big, not too small, a perfect size for her. A little precum had built up at his tip, and as tempting as it was to taste him, Shoka slid her fingers across–making Fret spasm–and started painting his cock. Nice and slick, just how Shoka enjoyed it.
Fret moaned as Shoka’s fingers started pumping a little faster as his cock got a little slippery. Her hand felt obscenely soft with little calluses on her fingertips from working so hard at her job. Rindo got to be with her every night? It was the first time Fret felt any kind of jealousy.
With every pump up and down, Fret’s body jolted. When he touched himself, he only felt this way as he met his climax. But with Shoka’s soft hand and sexy gaze, he felt electricity shocking his muscles. More precum came out and Shoka used her other hand to spread it down, Fret letting out a “Oungh…” as she did so.
“Well, that was cute.” Shoka did it again, the slickness of his cock making it easy to slide down and make Fret groan so sexily. “Gotta say, this is really entertaining.”
“Glad, ungh, you think, ungh, so…” Fret spoke through his grunts as Shoka pumped him with two hands and made his brain start turning to mush. The sounds of her hands against the slickness, making that wet sound infiltrated his ears and was one reason for his brain going dumb. The other half was the fact that he could feel Shoka’s breath from her nose as she jerked him. She could take him right now if she wanted. And he wanted.
“What do you want me to do, Fret?” Shoka asked, as if she didn’t already know what was going through his mind.
Well, he did monologue that he wanted.
Fret didn’t get a chance to say anything though. “I know what you want.”
Shoka wrapped her lips around the head of his cock, her tongue brushing against the glans. Fret bit his lip and held in his ejactulation just a little bit longer. He knew Shoka had big lips but good lord. Her right hand held the base and her left hand stroked what she couldn’t fit into her mouth.
God, her mouth. Hot and wet and soft and her tongue never stopped moving. The plush of her lips held him softly but firmly and her tongue danced around swirling around the tip before backing off with a pop from her mouth.
“Aahhh~” Shoka breathed, as if she’d taken a good sip of a cold drink on a hot summer day. Her hand pulled up to catch some of her saliva and started coating his cock in her spit.
“Shoka,” Fret struggled out of his mouth, “This is literally something I never imagined actually happening…”
“But you’ve imagined it before, right?” Fret looked at her suddenly and she met him with a playful gaze.
“I…”
“And just before you worry, I don’t mind if you fantasize about me,” Shoka moved her lips close to his cock once again. “Because I fantasize about you sometimes.”
Fret nearly growled as Shoka took him deeper, her lips stopping their progress a little over halfway down his length, marked by the ring of red lipstick. He felt as she sucked in her cheeks, like trying to suck up through his dick and his mind went blank for a moment before she pulled out to the tip and kissed it, rolling her tongue across it. She moved to the side of the shaft, running her tongue and wet lips anywhere she couldn’t reach with her mouth. Shoka opened her mouth, taking the side in to rub with her tongue more easily and Fret could feel those small fangs, softly rubbing against his skin. Like a necessary sharpness with the softness of her tongue and lips. A necessary contrast. It made his brain go wacky.
Shoka lifted his dick up, kissing the underside and leaving a trail of red kiss marks down to his balls. She kissed one and gingerly played with the other with her tongue and if Fret’s mind went blank for a second before, then it went blank for a full minute as Shoka sucked on his testes. Like kissing all that cum she was about to be met with. It sent tingles throughout his entire body and made him feel like he had to jump out of his seat. Now this was entirely new. His hips thrusted forward involuntarily, rubbing the shaft of his cock against her face.
Fret’s eyes opened slowly and he was met with Shoka grinning, but one side of her face was covered by his wet dick with red paint dripping from her lipstick.
That image would certainly be imprinted into his brain for all of eternity.
“Hey.”
Fret let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. “Hey, Shokie…”
“Having a good time?”
“Yeah…”
“Enjoying your birthday present?”
“A lot…”
“Good,” Shoka said, backing off and wiping any wetness off her face with her sleeve. She absent-mindedly kept stroking Fret with her other hand as she cleaned herself off a bit. Fret tried to move his mind away from the fact that his crush was jerking him off with her spit painting his whole dick.
That was difficult, so he opted for conversation. “So, Rindude, mmph, wants to hear what this was like?”
Shoka nodded, “Mhm, and just between you and me, I think he’s like, lowkey kinda cuck-y?”
Fret choked on his saliva, “C-cucky?”
“I caught him reading some, what does Nagi call it, some, uh, NTR-shit? Where one person cheats on the other and stuff.”
“You serious?” Fret raised his eyebrows in surprise.
“I mean, it makes sense, given that I’m blowing your mind right now,” Shoka emphasized that statement with a kiss to his tip, “but definitely not something I expected when we got together.”
“Me neither. Boy, Rindude’s kinda kinky, huh?”
Shoka smirked, “You think he’s getting off right now? Laying in our bed, jerking off at the thought of you cumming down my throat?”
Fret gulped. He closed his eyes and in the dark of his lids, he imagined Rindo laying in bed. Dick in one hand, phone in the other as he impatiently awaited word from Shoka to confirm all of his fantasies. He imagined Rindo busting all over himself. Over his hand and his belly and for some reason he was imagining being there, willing to clean him up with his own tongue–
Fret groaned and snipped that fantasy right there. When he opened his eyes, he caught Shoka’s knowing glance.
“So it was either talking about Rindo jerking his schmeat or talking about your nut down my throat that made you react like that.”
Taking another deep breath, Fret attempted to regain his focus. “No idea what you’re–”
“You saying you don’t wish Rindo was here, sitting right beside me?”
Huh? Fret looked down at Shoka and he was there, imaginary and un-real, but it was real to his brain.
“You don’t wish I could suck one side of your cock and Rindy could take the other? Both of our mouths, sucking you together? Don’t lie to me Fret, I can see you drooling.”
Fret imagined Shoka’s lips kissing the base of his cock, nearing his balls, and Rindo took the tip into his mouth and struggled to go any deeper. Not being used to sucking, Rindo would argue, as he sucked on the tip and would kiss around the shaft. Leaving his own little trail like Shoka, but with his soft, smaller lips.
His focused eyes would catch Fret’s and he’d never be able to look away. He would look at him as he took him into his mouth once again, going deeper this time, and letting Fret’s tip smash into his throat. He’d hum, letting the vibrations from his throat course through his cock and Fret would feel those vibrations in his heart. It would skip a beat as Rindo pulled out, face flushed from holding his breath.
Fret had no idea how much he wanted Rindo’s hand to grip him and jerk him and say “Cum for me, Fret.”
“Come on, Fret. Let it all out,” Shoka would say, cupping his balls with her hand and playing with them.
“Happy birthday, Fret,” Rindo would say and for some reason that would seal the deal.
“Aunngh!” Fret groaned and Shoka felt his cock shift, his cum coming up and coming all over.
She wrapped her lips around the tip and felt his warm nut squirt into her mouth, savory and sweet like nectar. She felt him release three more pumps before letting him out of her mouth. Her tongue played with the cum, letting it roll across her taste buds and admiring the flavor. Shoka giggled a little as she opened up her mouth to show Fret just how much he’d filled her up, but Fret’s eyes only widened as he caught that sight and his cock blew out a fifth pump, covering her face in his juice.
“That was fucking hot.” Shoka laughed, swallowing down some of Fret’s nut. Knowing she was swallowing his seed was doing things to him. Very nice things.
“Yeah, no kidding…” Fret said, leaning back in the seat to catch his breath. Shoka blew his mind and blew his mind. His whole body felt tired.
“Mm, Fret, mind catching a picture of me?” Shoka pushed her phone into Fret’s hand and he obliged. He snapped a pic of Shoka’s face, covered in his jizz, with her mouth open, letting some of it trickle down her chin. His cock in her hand was in the corner of the picture, a little cum drizzling from the tip. “Oh, perfect. I figure Rindo wants some proof, you know?”
Fret couldn’t help but laugh, “I can’t believe that Rindo might be…”
“Whatever floats his boat. I love to make him happy, so.” Shoka sent the picture off to its recipient, to be used as good material for the natural art of masturbation. She also secretly sent a copy to Fret, for his own personal memory. “...And I love to make you happy, too. So did you like your present?”
“Shokie, that was…” totally unexpected? “Freaking amazing.”
Shoka smiled, “Jeez, you don’t have to stop there you know–”
Fret leaned down and caught Shoka’s lips with his own. He could taste himself on her lips and in her mouth. He hooked his left arm around her back and she pulled him into a deeper kiss with her hands behind his head, but separated just after.
“Okay, damn, not bad,” Shoka took a breath. Fret was still reeling from how soft her lips actually are. Shoka chuckled, “As much as I wouldn’t mind going further, Rindy and I only talked about giving you a blowjob. And I don’t want to do anything he doesn’t know about.”
Fret nodded and smiled, “That makes sense. Besides, you really got me all tuckered out…”
“Good. Maybe next time I can bring Rindo?”
Next time?
Rindo?
Fret quietly controlled his breathing to not reveal just how excited he was. “Yeah, that sounds… good! Really good.”
A moment of silence lulled around the two, sitting on the floor in each other’s arms.
“Shokie…”
“What’s up?”
“Can I kiss you again?”
Shoka rolled her eyes with a smile before leaning up to Fret’s face and kissing him. She cupped his cheek with her hand and pushed a little deeper, finding great joy in the little moan Fret let out when she pushed a little harder on his lips.
They separated with the sound of their lips smacking. “Happy birthday, Fret.”
Fret smiled. “Thank you. Seriously, haha!”