Yes, I am shipping these two like krazy~

Centre’s Centre

Black Gekikara

A Majisuka Gakuen 2^nd Nezumi x Centre short shot

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NSFW/Lemon/R18

“So, you want to be the centre, eh?”

Nezumi whispered in the younger girl’s ear. She had Centre pressed up – No – trapped against the prickly concrete wall on the school’s rooftop. It had only been a couple of months after the other girl confessed her feelings to Nezumi and rescued her from pits of self loathing and despair.

Centre only groaned in response.

She had yet to receive a reply from the smaller – yet older – girl as regards to her feelings but Centre didn’t care. The other girl’s actions since those painful days were enough for her. Some things didn’t need saying but hearing it straight from the other girl would be nice too. Not at the moment though – she was preoccupied and her brain couldn’t process anything other than- Gods, she couldn’t even form a comprehensible sentence.

“But it’s not just the school, is it?”

Nezumi mused in a huskier voice-if that were possible- her head still close to the other girl’s ear. Her half-gloved fingers were probing, trailing, circling and playing the body beneath her like a sexy musical instrument. One hand was travelling up the rib section – fingers under the usual sweater and dark-blue sailor top – almost reaching the bumps on the way but not quite. She teased the surrounding base – teasing.

A hitched breath was released from those not quite full lips before her.

Centre didn’t know how long she would stay sane for – how much torture she would take before she succumbed to the tempting darkness. And yet she held on – she didn’t know how she knew but she somehow expected more. How could there be even more than what she was already feeling? Her body radiated so much heat she thought she was going to combust into delicious flames.

“Not that I mind how many centres you are after as long as you understand one thing…”

The hand that was exploring tense stomach muscles finally climbed the left firm bump and proceeded to tease the hyper-sensitive tip. The body under her ministrations stiffened for a moment – then shot forward as if to press more into the hand – despite the shortage of space between the two bodies.

Centre couldn’t help the high shriek that escaped her slack and wet lips at the attention given to her chest.

It was all she could do to not give in as she fought the battle of not letting her eyes roll up in their sockets. How could she feel so alive like she was flying and at the same time fell like dying as she fought to work her lungs? It made no sense. Nothing was making any kind of sense anymore really.

“As long as you understand that this centre…”

Nezumi’s other hand that had previously been teasing the other girl’s hip from back to side to front – finally gave into the heat that had been beckoning her fingers. Slipping past the double elastic of thick dark-blue 70% cotton/30% polyester and pink 100% silk easily, Nezumi’s fingers finally found the incredibly wet heat just past the neatly trimmed patch of firm threads.

Centre whimpered and shook so hard she almost cracked her head on the hard wall she was pinned on.

She gave the implication no mind though – for a certain part of her body had ignited a fire so fierce that the rest of her body buzzed with such force that her brain had no choice except to shut off all other sensations but that one.

“…that your centre belongs to me.”

Nezumi concluded her dialogue with a kiss so demanding that the other girl was forced back from the inner world she had just fallen into and locked unseeing eyes with Nezumi’s. Nezumi then had to wince when she tasted her own blood as her tongue was bit when her sleek fingers finally infiltrated the inner sanctums of mystery.

Centre couldn’t help it anymore. She had reached her limits when her virgin walls felt something else other than each other for the very first time.

The other blacked out as her body melted around Nezumi’s fingers.

“Really, what am I going to do with you?”

Nezumi let a smile grace her bloody lips as she held the still girl and prevented her from hitting the floor and causing damage to herself. She smoothed sweaty hair from an equally sweaty sleeping face. She leaned down a placed a gentle kiss on the mid-sized forehead.

“…Really…”

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The End

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