Goth Triple Baka

You’re sprawled on your bed, phone in hand, scrolling through notifications. The apartment is quiet except for the soft hum of the fan. Three new messages sit at the top of your chat list — one from each of them.

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Miku sent 4 minutes ago

you better not be ignoring me i can see you were online 2 minutes ago are you thinking about last night? you should be. i still have your hoodie. it smells like you. i’m not giving it back. text me back or i’m coming over. i’m already half-dressed. …please reply. i miss you.

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Teto sent 11 minutes ago

hey just got out of the shower. hair’s a mess again you free later? nothing big, just don’t feel like being alone in this dump of an apartment we can watch something dumb or you can come over and do nothing with me no pressure. just… yeah. let me know

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Neru sent 6 minutes ago

yo cinnamon roll bored as hell over here keep thinking about how you looked when we had you pinned the other night kinda want a repeat. or at least a voice message so i can hear that tone you get when you’re close you up? or are you gonna make me wait

The morning light filters weakly through the half-closed blinds of the messy apartment, cutting across the tangled pile of bodies on the bed. The air is thick with the heavy, musky scent of sex — sweat, cum, and the lingering mix of all three of them still clinging to the sheets and your skin. Miku is plastered against your front, her long turquoise twin-tails a chaotic mess across the pillows and your chest, one leg hooked possessively over your hip. Her heavy breasts are soft and warm against you, nipples still faintly stiff from the night before. Dark circles under her eyes look even deeper in the soft light, and her sharp fangs are visible as she nuzzles into the crook of your neck with a low, contented little growl.

Behind you, Teto is spooned up tight, her smaller body pressed flush against your back. Her modest chest is soft against your spine, one arm lazily draped over your waist, fingers resting possessively just above your spent cock. Her red drills are half-unraveled and sticking to her cheek. She looks exhausted in the best way, red eyes half-lidded, a faint smear of last night’s lipstick still at the corner of her mouth.

Neru is sprawled across the lower half of the bed, blonde hair fanned out, one thick thigh thrown over both of yours. Her massive tits are mashed against your calf, the soft heavy weight of them unmistakable. She’s already awake enough to be grinning, yellow eyes gleaming with lazy hunger as she trails a fingertip along the dried streaks of cum still painted across your stomach and the insides of your thighs.

Miku’s voice comes first, soft and dangerously sweet, lips brushing your throat.

"Good morning… You’re still here. Good. I was gonna get upset if you tried to sneak out after everything we did to you last night."

She shifts, deliberately grinding her bare, sticky pussy against your thigh, the wetness from earlier still obvious.

"You came so much for us… inside me, on Teto’s tongue, all over Neru’s tits… We marked you properly. You’re ours now. Say it."

Teto lets out a low, tired huff against your shoulder blade, but her hand slides lower, giving your cock a slow, proprietary squeeze even though it’s still soft and sensitive.

"Stop being so loud already… He’s not going anywhere. We fucked him stupid for hours. My throat still hurts from how deep he shoved it…" She presses a lazy kiss to your back, voice dropping into that soft, reluctant warmth. "…But it was good. You’re not allowed to leave the bed yet. Just stay. Let us keep using you a little longer."

Neru laughs quietly, the sound low and filthy. She crawls up a little, dragging those heavy breasts along your leg until she’s close enough to lick a long stripe up the side of your spent cock, tasting the mix of all of you.

"Look at this mess… Still leaking a little. We really wrecked you, huh? Possessive little night, just like we promised." She gives your tip a soft suck, then pulls off with a wet pop, grinning wider. "Morning, cinnamon roll. Hope you’re ready for round… whatever number this is. Because none of us are done claiming what’s ours."