MC was tired.

School sucked, and without any clubs to join, he walked home alone. Unlike the loser beta virgin MC is, Sayori did go to a club, so MC walked home alone. Yes, he was quiet alone as he walked.

He walked in the door of his own home quite lonely like. He felt like the world mocked him at times. School was filled with Chads and Staceys, alphas and omegas. All he wanted was to feel loved, but nobody cared about him. What a sick world this was. He threw his backpack with superhuman force into the wall, creating a hole. He must have felt so angry that he didn’t realize his own strength.

MC was emotionally exhausted, he he thought a relaxing night watching hentai might make him feel better. He went into the kitchen to grab himself a drink. In the fridge he had one can of soda. It was a Pepsi. He grabbed the can and looked at it, rolling the icy aluminum in his hand. He could see condensation dripping down the can into his palms. His asscheeks clenched as his heart started beating faster. He could feel his throat become parched, and for a small microscopic second in time, he considered drinking the Pepsi. But no, this Pepsi was not for drinking, it was for fucking.

MC didn’t know when it started, but he realized at some point in his teenage years that he had a sexual fondness for Pepsi. It tasted delicious, yes, and for most people it would end there. But it was much more for MC. He loved rubbing it on him and letting it dry, that sticky residue on his skin. He had a deep rooted fantasy of a girl taking a big, gigantic gulp of Pepsi, storing as much of it as she could in her cheeks, then leaning on top of him and slowly letting it drain from a small opening in her lips into MC’s mouth, for him to drink. He wanted to engage the sexiest sexy sextime whilst bathing in Pepsi, letting his skin get disgustingly sticky. He wanted to get sticky on top of someone else, and slowly peel themselves a part.

MC realized that his cock was fully erect, harder then diamonds, longer then a door, it had a mind of its own, trying to rip through his pants. And his cock was screaming one thing to him: Pepsi

MC decided to rip his pants off, and in his underwear was the bulge. His tighty whities was already dripping with pre-cum at the mere thought of Pepsi. He wanted to flap his super huge dick and jerk it into the Pepsi can, but he couldn’t.

MC was a cuck, a loser, a stain on humanity. What if someone walked in on him right now? One hand on his 🅱️enis, the other on a fresh, irresistible, water-dribbling ice cold can of sweet, delicious, flavorful Pepsi. He was in the kitchen considering rocking his cock to a can of fucking Pepsi. No wonder he was a total loser at school, nobody wants to date that guy with a Pepsi fetish. Everyone knows that guy, and nobody likes him. Is his fondness for Pepsi the reason he was so undeserving of love? Damnit! DAMN YOU PEPSI!

MC threw the can against the wall and watched the can explode, shattering as splashes of that sweet nectar of love made a mess on his wall. If Pepsi was the reason he couldn’t be loved, then he wouldn’t touch the stuff ever again. MC could be a good guy, and maybe if he got over his crippling addiction to Pepsi, he’d be able to find love.

Yet, this entire experience had left him even more exhausted. He felt spiritually broken. He wanted to feel valued and supported, to at least have someone he could fall back on in times of emotional stress. MC only had one friend, but she was busy with the literature club. Often, MC felt as if Sayori was only friends with him out of pity. Sayori had other friends, she even knew a Chad. Why did Sayori even bother with MC in the first place.

Even though he felt Sayori should leave to talk to Chads, she was still there for MC. Maybe MC should come clean about his Pepsi problem, as he’d hidden it for years. Even if he didn’t stop, confiding to another his Pepsi issues might bring him some layer of comfort. If anyone wouldn’t judge him, it’d be Sayori. He looked at the clock, and clubs got out a while ago, so Sayori should be home. He decided it was time to come clean. He stepped outside and knocked on Sayori’s door. Luckily, she answered quickly in her normal cloths. She was wearing her pink shirt and blue shorts, but it looked like she got some icing smudged on her shirt.

“Hey Sayori, would you mind if I came in?” MC asked. Sayori saw the complete and utter look of shame and defeat in his eyes, a feeling that she was all to familiar with. She nodded with a column understanding. “Absolutely. Come in and sit on the couch,” she said in serious, yet soft voice.

MC smiled painfully, which tore at Sayori’s heartstrings. MC had never come over to talk to Sayori like this before, something must be seriously wrong. Still, she was grateful MC had enough trust in her to confide in whatever was bothering hm.

MC thumped down on Sayori’s couch, and she followed after shortly sitting next to him. “What’s going on buddy?” Sayori asked, her face painted with steep concern looking at MC, who was staring at his knees. She decided to place her hand ontop of his lap in an attempt to comfort him. “Sayori, we need to talk,” he choked out. He the broke his gaze and looked directly at Sayori.

“For several years, I’ve felt empty inside. I got to school everyday, and all I see are pretty girls getting with jerks who treat them like shit. I’ve never had a relationship, and even then, I barely have any friends. You’re the only person who sticks around, and I honestly don’t know why. I think the reason people don’t like me is because I like Pepsi,” MC admitted.

Sayori seemed understanding, but was perplexed by the last part. “Well MC, some girls aren’t sure what their doing. We’re in highschool, and a lot of us are still confused about what we want out of a relationship. Even then, other people’s relationships aren’t something you should feel bad about. I’m sorry your hurting, but I’m here for you. I’m your friend because I like hanging out with you,” Sayori said.

“Why would you like hanging out with me? I’ve seen the guys you hang with at school and they’re so much better then me. They got abs, confidence, and their dick is probably as magnificent as a skyscraper,” MC snarked.

Sayori fully embraced MC.
“You think I care about abs? Those guys are just friends, and they’re no way better then you. I like hanging out with you a lot more, and you care about me more then them. You see when I’m sad when I hide it and try to cheer me up. That means a lot more to me as a friend then dick does,” Sayori hugged.

MC realized something right then. He realized that he was never alone, that someone has always valued him more then he realized. He always felt under appreciated but never realized how amazing of a friend Sayori has been.

“Sayori,” MC whispered. “I… I think I love you,” MC’s mouth talked without his control. He wanted to shut up, he felt vulnerable and weak, but he couldn’t think straight. He regretted saying anything, but the next thing he knew, Sayori’s lips were against his, holding him tightly. In just a few seconds, he went from feeling trapped forever alone to a kiss from his only friend.

Sayori pulled back. “I love you too,” she cooed. MC’s heart melted. “Do you feel better?” Sayori asked. MC nodded, trying to hold back tears.

Sayori continued to hold him until he managed to calm down a little bit. “Hey, so what was it you were saying about Pepsi? I know you like it, you bring some to school almost everyday, but you said thats why nobody likes you?” She questioned.

This was it. MC had to come clean.

“I have a Pepsi fetish,” he said. He looked over at Sayori, and her face was confused. “I have maddening fantasies about Pepsi. I love the way it tastes, I love how sticky it gets on my skin. I deeply want to fuck a girl while being covered in Pepsi. I want to feel skin peeling from the Pepsi, I want to have a girl spit Pepsi into my mouth,” MC confessed.

“Wow. I didn’t know you were such a fan of Pepsi,” Sayori said.

“It’s one of my deepest desires,” MC said. He wanted to cry.

“Well, that can be arranged,” Sayori playfully worded. “I know you drink Pepsi all the time, and whileI wasn’t aware it was so sexual, I always keep a case of Pepsi when you visit,” She got up, striding to the kitchen. In less then a minute, she was back with a box of Pepsi cans. MC could feel the blood rush to his dick, not only did a girl love him, but she loved him so much she wanted to Pepsi fuck him. Was this even real?

He took a minute to think. Sayori loves him, he loves her. This was obvious, she must have felt this way for years. How selfish was MC to take her for granted. Perhaps they were rushing into this, but with such a close friendship, weren’t they kind of in a relationship already? Supporting each other? He decided he’s okay with this, as Sayori’s the only person he trusts anyway. If he was ever going to have a relationship, it would have been with Sayori, so this isn’t stepping to far.

MC grabbed a cold bottle of Pepsi and Sayori sat down on the couch facing MC. They leaned forward and kissed again, a seemingly mutual agreement on the subject.

Sayori, without taking off her shirt, lifted up the bottom above her breasts. MC couldn’t help but feel lust slowly take control of his body. He grabbed the freezing can and lightly pressed it up against Sayori’s soft stomach. She yelped a little as it made contact, unexacting how cold it would feel. MC began to roll the can all over Sayori’s tummy, slowly inching it up further and further. MC wanted to grab his dick and just jerk it, but he knew he shouldn’t. It’d be better to wait. Despite this, he couldn’t help himself, and started fondling his dick through his pants.
Sayori took one hand off the shirt and grabbed MC’s wrist, guiding it to her boobs. Sayori, while holding MC’s wrist, moved the can from the outer sides of her breast, guiding it closer and closer with each circulation to her nipple. Finally, contact, and Sayori breathed in sharply. MC’s gaze was completely dazed as he was absorbed by rubbing the can on Sayori. Sayori let go, and MC started working the same motions on the other breast. This time Sayori leaned forward for another kiss, and as MC met her, she slid her tongue into his mouth. Their tongues wrestled against another, and MC was in love with her taste.

He pulled back and helped Sayori take off her shirt, although they had to fight to get it past her head. MC handed the can to Sayori and asked her to shake it as he began completely undressing himself. As MC got into the nude, Sayori was shaking the can as fast as she could. MC’s dick was begging for release at that sound, the sound of sweet Pepsi sloshing in its prison. MC sat back down on the couch and held out his hand, then Sayori stopping jerking the can off and placed it in his palm. MC put the can inbetween Sayori’s breasts, and she pushed them against the can as MC opened the can. The satisfying click of the open can made MC’s dick twitch, then throb as Pepsi erupted out of the can all over Sayori’s succulent breasts. In seconds Sayori’s boobs and hands were drenched in the soda. She then grabbed the Pepsi and poured the rest of it on herself, front and back. It made a mess, but they were both to into it to care. MC grabbed a second can and began bathing himself in Pepsi too. As he did, Sayori stood up and turned around, bending over significantly to put her ass in MC’s face. She slowly pulled off the last of her cloths, as MC savored every second of her ass reveal. She turned back around and crawled on top of MC, sitting on his magnum cock. She reached down to grab another can of Pepsi and cracked it open. The sound of it popping made MC’s dick twitch under her cunt. She took a big drink in her mouth without swallowing, puffing her cheeks out to the maximum. She finally slid MC’s dick into her pussy, to which both of them seemed uneasy about. Despite an initial pain, Sayori was able to get adjusted in a few minutes, and began to thrust herself up and down onto MC. He couldn’t help but vocalize his pleasure, and with his mouth open, Sayoru let some of the Pepsi spray out into his mouth. MC was taken by surprise but swallowed instantly. Sayori could see the lust in his eyes and she decided to speed up pace a bit and pull his head up to hers. She opened his mouth and barfed the Pepsi from her mouth into his throat. MC rose his pelvis into her when she did this, and began to take control of the fucking. He was going significantly faster now. Sayori caressed MC’s neck woth her hand as he gulped down mouthful after Mouthful of Pepsi, some leaking from their mouths onto MC’s chest. When he finished she put her tongue back into MC’s mouth, and MC couldn’t love the taste of Pepsi more then off of Sayori’s tongue. MC grabbed Sayori’s boobs, which were wet and sticky from the Pepsi, and unfortunately was to much for MC to handle. He thrust his cock as deep as he could into Sayori as he came uncontrollably inside her. He was way to early, but Sayori let it happen, driving herself into MC as well. With a few more pumps, MC felt empty, and tried removing himself from Sayori, but she stopped him and again drove his dick back into her pussy. She pushed her boobs into MC’s face, which he desperately wanted to lick clean. He looked up at her and she smiled sweetly. “Glad you had fun, but I think it’s my turn to cum next,” Sayori said, grabbing a fourth can of Pepsi