What happened after midnight?
SUMMARY:Â Blame the Unbirthday revelry, the spiked punch, the swirl of sweets and music. Blame your own daring, if you mustâ But you canât blame fate when you find yourself tangled in the sheets of the one you secretly longed for all along.
CHARACTERS: Trey Clover / Leona Kingscholar / Jade Leech / Jamil Viper / Idia Shroud / Silver x F!Yuu (Reader) 50% chance to a have a few new characters at the end
TAGS:Â Spicy, a bit of smut, sugar coating fluff, sloppy and a bit of crack, drunk sex.
WARNING:Â porn with plot, nudity, unprotected sex (always wrap it up!!), oral fixation, oral sex (reciving and giving), fingering, mild gagging, mild dirty talk, pet names, lost of virginity.
COMMENTS:Â All characters are +18 Part two here - Part three here
Divider @enchanthings
Unbirthday parties at NRC always follow the rulesâthe oh-so-âquestionableâ rules of Heartslabyulâbut for some reason, whether itâs the music or the sheer number of another dorms guests, the tension released after finals, or maybe just the chaos of other dorms sharing food, sweets, and drinks right in Riddleâs territory, this party doesnât even feel⊠unusual anymore.
Maybe itâs also the fact that Ace is way too quiet in the corner, hunched over himself, trying (and failing) to hide a rather large vial in his hand. You know that when Ace has that mischievous smile and not a shred of remorse in sight, nothing good can come out of the redhead; and this occasion wonât be an exception. Especially not after you saw him pour that very vial into the punch bowl.
âTrappola tradition,â you hear him say. It seems his older brother has passed down the baton for the worst prank.
Whatever Ace poured in there, the air gets sweeter, tinged with a rainbow of colors, with that feeling you get when you finally come of age and know exactly what you want and desire, and that hint of something not entirely legal for a school campus.
Someone, probably Floyd, starts chanting, âChug! Chug! Chug!â and Epelâs already on his second drink, trying to prove he can handle alcohol better than anyone. Grim, meanwhile, is busy fishing out slices of floating fruit, muttering about the injustice of being banned from the dessert table.
Riddle tries to keep his composure, doing his best not to think about the countless rules being broken in his own lounge, but the blush on his cheeks and the way he wobbles from side to side give him awayâheâs not immune to the spirit of the party⊠and maybe heâs already had a taste of the punch.
You try to take it easy, but itâs hard when everyone keeps handing you drinks, plates of fruit, little candies with mysterious fillings. The world feels slow and slippery, like honey running through your veins, and suddenly youâre part of a tightly packed crowd in the lounge, shoulders pressed together, glasses raised, clinking them to the beat of a song nobody quite remembers the words to.
You catch Ruggie stuffing three types of chocolate into his pocketsânot before slipping a couple into your hands, though. âEat up! Or youâll regret it tomorrow.â Kalim drags you onto the dance floor, his laughter easy, his hands never still, bracelets jingling as he spins you through the crowd.
The drinks get sweeter, the candies and fruits stronger. You lose track of how much youâve had after the third glass. Laughter floats in the air, yours mixing with theirs.
You remember Vilâs perfume enveloping you as his knuckles brush along your cheek, making you shiver. âHaving fun, darling?â
You just nod before walking to the other side of the room to separate Ace and Deuceâapparently both are on the verge of causing nuclear disaster in the middle of the lounge over who can fit more marshmallows in their mouth. Out of the corner of your eye, you spot Leona sprawling even lazier than usual across the sofa, and Malleus⊠well, laughing and making the air tremble a little.
Everything that came after you remember in lazy waves: laughter blooming warm in your chest, the tickle of someoneâs breath on your ear; someone tucking a wildflower behind your earâwas it a white or red rose? It doesnât matter, 'cause seconds later someone else snatches it away with their teeth and a grin thatâs barely even trying to be subtle.
The music pounds in your ears until, at some point, everything settles and youâre wrapped in silence. You remember flashes in that quiet: lips tasting of chocolate pressed to yours, teeth biting your throat, hands brushing your skin under your clothes, laughter melting into moans.
Your hands are everywhere, entwined with someone elseâs, tangled in soft strands of hair, clutching a shirt as you fumble with the buttons, at a belt, at the bedsheets, everything is heat, color, and taste. The world tilts and spins and you let go, trusting in the madness of it all, in the hands gripping your waist, in the mouth claiming you, in that lovely sensation of being wanted, claimed, and utterly ruined all at once and in every possible way.
When you finally wake up, the light is all wrong and comes in without asking permission, your thighs feel heavy and thereâs that pleasant tingle between them, something itches at your neck, and youâve got hair in your face.
Your head hurtsâno, scratch that, your head is pounding and trying to open your eyes is a very bad idea right now. You take a deep breath and the painâs still there, hammering away, demanding you face the day.
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Trey
When you slowly turn your head, you find Trey sleeping on his stomach, one lazy arm under the pillow, hair a mess but annoyingly attractive. You assume his glasses are on his nightstand, the sheets dangerously low over his hips.
His hips⊠bare.
His chest is bare too.
You look down at your own body andâbingoâyouâre naked too.
And these arenât your sheets, this isnât your pillow, and obviously, this isnât your dorm bed.
Holy⊠fuck.
You try to remember, even with the pounding headache, half mortified, half⊠half what, exactly? Surprised? Embarrassed? Or just utterly satisfied to have such a god lying next to you?
Flashes hit you without warning: the warmth of Treyâs hand guiding you away from the crowd, his soft laughter by your ear, both of you laughing at some joke only the two of you found funny, stumbling together until you crashed into bed.
The taste of icing and the sweetness of strawberries on Treyâs lips when he kissed you fiercely; did he feed you with his fingers, or did you steal the flavor right from his mouth?
His hands roaming every inch of you, his palms warm; his tongue scandalous, licking you slow and deep, teasing your clit, sliding between your wet folds, holding your hips so you couldnât escape.
Him straightening up, wiping his mouth with his thumb, looking you right in the eyes.
You felt the tip of his cock pressing against your wet pussy, sliding in slowly, panting against your lips, deep strokes, but completely sensual.
âYou like how I fill you up, right? Youâre so wet, so beautiful,â heâd murmured against your ear, holding one of your legs up over his shoulder to push even deeper.
The way he held both your legs over his shoulders, folding you in half, thrusting over and over, deep, hitting your sweet spot, probably making you scream.
Treyâs name on your lips when he made you cum, slipping two fingers inside you to stretch you even more while his cock was still buried deep.
The moment he held you after it was all over, the fingers of one hand tangled in your hair and the other lazily drawing circles on your back.
Trey shifts, stretching and opening one eye, still half-asleep. He gives you a small, crooked smile when he sees youâserene⊠and breath taking.
âGood morning.â
Goddamn, even his voice is too sexy...add that rough, low tone and youâre already wet again.
âDid you sleep well? Headache?â
Is it that obvious?
âUh⊠yeah, yeah, a little.â
Trey sits up and the sheets slide dangerously lower, lower, on his hips. You try not to look⊠but fail.
Obviously you fail, who are we kidding? The view of this manâs torso alone is enough to make you start drooling. Those strong arms from all that kneading, the abs, the broad shoulders, andâŠ
Marks?
He has marks on his neck?
Some are obviously hickeys⊠others look like the start of scratches that trail down his back.
You bite your lip, desperate to look at his back, to see the scratches you obviously left, and see how strong his muscles are there.
âDid weâŠ?â Itâs a dumb questionâyou obviously had sexâbut you need to hear it from him.
âYup⊠several times, actually.â
The heat that rushes to your cheeks is uncontrollable, almost the same shade of red as his bed curtains.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
âAre you regretting it?â
Please, this man canât be any sweeter or heâd cause diabetes.
Trey kisses your temple when he realizes thereâs not even a hint of regret, or fear, or doubt.
Then, he gets up and starts looking for something to wear before going to get breakfast.
OH MY GOD THAT BODY!!!
And the scratch marks from your nails down his back, and his ass⊠and his cock, half-hard.
Trey notices youâre basically devouring him with your eyes⊠âDo you want breakfast, or do you want me to jog your memory with another round?â
He winks at you before pulling on his glasses, boxers and uniform pants and leaving the room to get you something to eat and something for your hangover.
Ah⊠you could die peacefully in that bed.
Leona
Itâs the heat that you notice firstâsomething heavy and solid pressing against you from behind, half-sprawled over your side, as if you were a possession. His possession
Your nose fills with a musky, warm, spiced scent, with hints of something⊠wild. Itâs accompanied by the soft, steady sound of breathing.
You try to open your eyes, but the light only makes things worse, so youâre forced to rely on your other instincts and sensations.
You feel something wrapping around your leg, something soft, moving, tickling you lightly with part of its fur.
Wait⊠fur?
Is he holding you with a tail?
A TAIL?!
You force one eye open and the first thing you see, in all its glorious splendor, is Leonaâs bare chest pressed against your back, one arm wrapped around your stomach.
You follow the line of that arm and realize youâre naked tooâŠ
You lift the sheets. Yep. Very naked.
Your skin tingles and your hips ache, your thighs feel like jelly, clear evidence that the bed wasnât used just for sleeping.
You try to move, but Leonaâs arm is like an iron bar, stopping you from even sitting up, his fingers tightening possessively on your hip. A shiver runs down your spine when you feel his tail slide upward, his ears twitch.
âGoing somewhere, little mouse?â His voice is deep and rough right by your ear.
You turn your head and meet the lionâs wide green eyes, far too awake for this early in the morning. He gives you a half-smile, one fang showing, dangerously smug and a little arrogant⊠well, very arrogant.
That look is unmistakably that of a predator about to pounce on its prey.
You pull the sheets up to cover yourself a bit more, as if there were any way to hide a nakedness that had clearly already been explored hours ago for⊠quite a while.
âWhat happened last night?â Your mind is racing and your heart feels like itâs about to leap out of your chest.
Leona growls softly, though he doesnât seem to care in the slightest that youâre covering your âmodesty.â
âAfter how loud you were all night, I figured youâd remember at least something.â
Your face goes nuclear red. You clutch the sheet tighter, but itâs useless. Youâre in his bed, in his territory.
âDid we⊠sleep together?â
âSleep?â You hear a low, amused scoff from his chest. âOh, we did more than sleep⊠want me to remind you?â
He doesnât need to. Your body does it for him.
Not only do you feel the dampness between your thighs, but there are bite marks along them, already starting to bruise, traitors that reveal just how intimate last night was.
You can feel a few on your neck and collarbone too; they donât hurt, but you know theyâre going to be bright red well into the morning.
Your own memories begin to surface: your hands in his hair as you both devoured each otherâs mouths in the hallway, his low, rough voice murmuring when he finally pulled back, âDo you want me to take you to my bed, or do you want me to wreck you right here in the hallway?â
His lips moving from your shoulder down to your breasts, massaging one with his large palm while he trapped your nipple between his lips, licking it and making you arch your back.
âSay my name, again. Do it againâ every time you moaned with each thrust. Your face buried in the pillow while he took you from behind, relentless and unhurried, panting heavily over you.
His hands roaming your entire body, strong, confident, taking what he wanted without asking; his teeth grazing your neck. Was it just one bite he left, or several?
His name on your lips every time he made you cum, even when he was nowhere near finishing himself. Pride mixing with hunger as he felt you clench those soft walls around his cock.
The boldness in your voice when you begged for more and more. âPlease, harder⊠harder, Leonaâ How could he possibly say no?
You remember being on top of him, legs spread wide as you rode him desperately, thighs shaking; him leaning back, hands behind his head, enjoying his private show.
His strong hands on your ass, âhelpingâ you move faster, impaling you with every thrust.
Leona coming inside you, holding you tight against him. âThatâs it, little mouse, fill yourself up with meâ
âYou were wildâI barely managed to get your clothes off,â Leona pulls you out of your thoughts as he props himself up on one arm without a hint of shame, his body fully on display.
âNot that Iâm complaining. You were pretty insistent when you rode me and asked for a second round. And a third.â
You let out a small squeak and cover your face with both hands. âPlease, stop.â
Leona straightens and takes your hands in his, pinning them above your head against the pillow; he flips you onto your back with ridiculous ease, looming over you with a feral grin. Youâre caged, completely at his mercy.
And gods, his body lit by the morning sunlight is far too delicious.
âYou look incredibly tempting.â His gaze roams over your face and body, barely covered by the sheets.
He gives your shoulder a small bite and laughs when you let out a little yelp. âWant another round? Or breakfast so you donât pass out on top of me?â
You glare at him, cheeks burning; you want to strangle him. Or kiss him. Possibly both.
âBreakfast⊠then weâll see.â
He pecks your lips softly. âGood girl.â And then he gets out of bed without the slightest bit of modesty, tail swaying, letting you admire the scratch marks trailing down his back.
Jade
Why does the silence feel like youâve been swallowed by the sea?
And why does it smell like seawater? And sea salt?
The room is so dim that the few rays of light filtering through the curtains make strange patterns on the bed.
And itâs a kind of dimness you havenât seen in Ramshackle for a long time⊠which means, this is not your room.
Everything hurts; your throat is raw, your lips are swollen, your body heavy, like something squeezed you until there was nothing left.
You try to move but thereâs a hand on your belly, a thumb lazily drawing small circles on your bare skin.
Bare skinâŠ
BARE SKIN?!?!
You sit upâand itâs a very bad idea. The hangover slams into your head and you bring your hand up to your temple.
âAh⊠looks like youâve got a hangover, and considering how eager you were last nightâŠâ
You turn your head to find Jadeâs smileâsmall and polite, but absolutely terrifying.
âDoes my pearl need something to make her morning⊠more productive?â
âJadeâŠâ your voice comes out hoarse and rough, and you cough, trying to clear the discomfort.
âAh, I warned you I might wear you out. Seems I was right, hm?â
The memories hit you so hard they make your headache worse:
Jade pulling you away from the party, an astute glint in his eyes and his voice serene yet venomous, coaxing you into the comfort of his roomâhis bed.
His hands stripping away every piece of clothing until you stood naked before him, his fingers mapping your sensitive skin, anticipating every tremor, seeking out what made you sigh, moan, or arch.
Your boldness as you made him sit and you knelt in front of him, your lips around his cock, trying to take him deeper and deeper. His praises made your pussy wet and made you want to do better, his hands in your hair guiding you, helping you choke on him.
Your eyes brimming with tears when you looked up and saw him smiling, pleased, fingers caressing your cheek before plunging you into a fast, unkind rhythm, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat.
Your own mouth screaming in pleasure as he took you from behind, you on all fours on the bed, ass up, completely at the mercy of his hands and hips.
âCome on, little pearl, cum for meâ the authority in his voice, impossible to resist, every word a praise tangled with a command.
Your climax hitting so hard it left you sprawled on the bed; Jade grabbing your head so you couldnât move, your screams muffled by the pillow as he found a better angle to fuck you, making you cum again.
The taste of his cum when he made you take him back into your mouth and spill inside.
You swallow, trying to speak, but all that comes out is a shaky, ruined, âholy shitâ
He runs his thumb over your hip bone, where the bruise from his grip is already fading⊠only to grab you there again, just as hard as you barely remember.
âOverwhelmed, maybe? Though I must say⊠you were so hungry for me you nearly made me mistake you for a predator.â
Jade sits up and the sheets slide even lower on his hips. Heâs so tall it feels like he could cover you completely. He admires the bites and marks he left all over your chest, shoulders, and neck.
Youâre his own personal canvas, and the fact that there are still places left unmarked⊠itâs intoxicating to him.
He pushes you back, slipping between your legs again, hands running along your sides before gripping your thighs and positioning them around his hips.
âDare to tell me you regret it, little one.â When you shake your head, terrified but just as aroused, he adjusts your legs around his hips, letting you feel how half-hard and hungry for you he still is.
âExcellent,â he kisses the tip of your nose before rolling his hips, brushing against your clit. âSo, do you want another round or some tea for that poor throat?â
You shiver, completely lost to his movements and the pleasure slowly building inside you.
âI wonât let you surface just yet, my pearlâ
Jamil
For a few blissful seconds you think youâre safe in your own bed, within the walls of Ramshackle⊠until the scent of countless spices fills the air. Clove, cinnamon, something deep and intoxicating, spicy.
Yeah⊠youâre not in Ramshackle.
Is it wise to open your eyes with the sunlight filtering in through the window? Unfortunately, youâll have to.
Eyes open and a hammering headache, you recognize the décor: elegant, gold details, Arabic architecture⊠Looks like you ended up in Scarabia.
Okay, one problem solved; now⊠whoâs breathing against your neck, slow and steady?
You turn just enough to see the mess of dark tousled hair belonging to Jamil, splayed across the sheets and pillow. Heâs on his stomach, facing you, eyes closed but with a small smile on his lips; his arm stretched out across your hips, giving you slow, gentle caresses.
You blinkâonce, twice, three times.
One more, just to give your brain a chance to process that his torso is bare and the sheets are dangerously low.
You freeze, memories hitting you in dizzying flashes through your hangover: his eyes shining in the half-light, pinning you with his gaze from across the lounge, like he was drawing you to him with nothing but his eyes.
Your body pressed to his while he whispered something in your ear that had nothing to do with the party, but still made your cheeks flush⊠more than they already were from the punch.
His hands, so careful with everything he handles, guiding you into a different kind of danceâone that didnât need music or an audience; your laughter mixing with his before finding your lips, his mouth hungry.
The taste of spicy spices, and a hint of mint, with every kiss and stroke of his tongue across your skin, intoxicating and making you shiver.
Jamil kneeling at the edge of the bed, grabbing your feet and pulling you toward the edge so he could run his tongue along your soaked folds and slip it inside. Sucking on your clit until you were shaking.
The cry of his name when he made you cum with his fingers inside, curved and massaging your most sensitive spot.
His voice in your ear, soft but commanding, ordering, âLook at me, habibtiâ every word coaxing you closer to the edge. Sharp images of your wrists pinned above your head by his hands, of how he made you arch for him, Jamilâs long hair falling over your face as he watched you from above, his pupils blown wide and a bead of sweat trailing down his neck.
Your legs shaking, the pressure of his hand on your throat while he pounded into you again and again, his hips driving hard, his abs rubbing against your belly; his movements calculated, slow when you were desperate, brutal when you begged.
You let out a whimper, and thatâs when Jamil opens his eyes. He blinks, then his gaze sharpens, lazy and sly.
âMorningâ
Your mouth is dry, cheeks blazing. âOh my Sevens⊠what happened last night?â
Jamil kisses your shoulder, moving up to your collarbone, your neck, up to your jaw before giving you a little bite.
âYou donât remember anything?â
âFr-fragments.â
You feel his hand sliding down your thigh⊠and realize youâre also naked under the sheets.
Okay, yep, we fucked⊠got it.
âYou were bold. Even eager.â
His hand slides up, up, reaching the wetness between your legs. Your skin lights up and a jolt runs down your spine.
âI regret not doing this sooner,â is all he says before claiming your lips again, his fingers slipping inside.
You moan into his mouth, biting his lower lip, heart stumblingâbut all you care about is melting in Jamilâs arms.
âLet me take care of you, habibti,â he murmurs, stroking your cheek with his thumb. âIâll make you forget about your hangoverâ
And when Jamil pulls you back under the sheets, youâre pretty sure you donât want to remember anything but this.
Idia
The silence in the room is so intense it feels like you can hear your own breathing and heartbeat.
The first thing you notice is that the bed feels⊠offânot the pseudo-comfort you remember from your bed in Ramshackle.
Second, your head is about to explode; third, youâre naked and thereâs a chill in the air, as if warmth doesnât exist, making every hair on your body stand on end.
You crack one eye open, grateful that the blue light is diffuse and not too harsh, though it still hurts to look at.
Blue light⊠you turn your head and see a glowing skull. On the other side, way too many monitors crammed onto a single desk, one of those screens has thirty code windows open.
You bolt upright when you realize youâre not just in Idiaâs room⊠youâre completely naked in Idiaâs room.
Thereâs a groan beside you, the creak of bedsheets, and movement.
You turn around; a chaos of blue hair, pale bare shoulders, and a pair of yellow glowing eyes blinking at you from behind a curtain of messy hair.
Idia stares at you, mouth open, emitting a high-pitched, static-like whine; the ends of his blue hair turning pink, then pure red from embarrassment.
Thereâs a sound like a computer blue-screening right before Idia lets out a strangled squeak, scrambling backwards to put distance between you...then promptly falls off the bed with a loud crash.
âHOLY SHIT, IDIA!! ARE YOU ALRIGHT?â
âN-NO!! IâM NOT OKAY!! Wh-what did we do last night? Ohgodoh godohgodohgodââ
Idia grabs a pillow, but no matter how hard he tries, heâs bigger and taller than it.
Heâs about to combust
âI died last night and on my way to the dorm something hit my head and I died again, and got isekaiâd to some forbidden erotic worldâŠâ
You reach over and pinch his arm hard to bring him back to reality. âOw!â
âThis is real, Idia! We actually had sex!â
Heat rushes up your neck as flashes of last night come back: your hands on his, surprisingly warm, pulling him close to you in the middle of the party. Shy smiles, nervous giggles.
Idiaâs inexperienced lips on your neck, his hands awkwardly squeezing your hips until you taught him how to hold you right.
His monotone voice now a whisper, full of need and want, âAre you sure? I-Iâve neverââ and yours, suddenly bold, telling him you want him now.
The blue fire of his hair lighting up the darkness of his room and the naked skin of you both; the nervous way he looked at you and touched you, learning with every move of your hands over his on your hips, your breasts.
His eyes going wide as you guided his fingers to your clit and whispered in his ear how wet you were for him; his long, slender fingers working magic between your folds, barely realizing what he was doing.
Idia stammering as he tried to put on the condom backwards and failedâtwiceâbegging you for help between gasps and awkward laughter. âWhy is this so complicated? This⊠never happens in doujinsâŠâ
The exact moment he entered you for the first time, his breath hitching, a sharp, surprised moan as he felt himself inside youâslick and completely ready for him to go deeper, harder; to be entirely his.
Him finishing âembarrassinglyâ fast (according to him). But all it did was make you want another round, and another, and another.
His lips traveling down your neck and, in a moment of sheer daring and lust, squeezing your breasts together to suck and bite your nipples at the same time, making you arch your back to give him more and more.
The way he moaned your name when you rode him for the first time, desperate not to finish too soon again, but absolutely mesmerized by the sight of your body so free and needy for him.
You taking complete control, hands on his chest, grinding your hips to rub your clit against his pelvis and clench your soft walls around his cock.
Idia groans with embarrassment, interrupting your lascivious memories.
âI-itâs not like⊠I mean, Iâm not complaining or anything, itâs just⊠this is⊠max difficulty! Like, y-youâre like a goddess⊠most beautiful OP character⊠y-yeah and Iââ
âAnd youâre Idia⊠was it at least good for you?â
His voice turns to static and he locks eyes with you in a rare burst of confidence.
âGood?! It was⊠it was overlord level. Uh. You were⊠really⊠reallyââ
Another memory hits: Idia clutching the sheets with every roll of your hips, moaning in time with you. His hands grabbing your hips, squeezing your thighs and holding on to you like his life depended on it.
After a while, still avoiding your gaze, Idia returns to the bed, hiding behind the pillow again. Itâs almost cute...
No, itâs very cute. And funny.
You take the pillow away and let him curl up beside you again. For now, both of you log out of reality outside his room and let Idia melt under your touch.
Game over for virginity, am I right?
Silver
You wake up with the weight of an arm draped across your waist and the warmth of a body pressed against your back. The bed is way too comfortable, and your body⊠way too happy, though aching and with a hangover that could flatten you in the sun.
Little memories float to the surface: lights, very loud music, punch spiked with alcohol, a whirlwind of colors⊠and something silver blurring your vision.
Silverâs hair between your fingers as you kissed, his eyesâclear and brightâlocked on yours in the middle of the chaos, giving you a look that told you both to take this moment somewhere else.
The feel of soft, sweet sheets on your bare skin stops your thoughts in their tracks, making you open your eyes and turn your head to the side.
Girl⊠youâve got Silver, completely naked, behind you. His strong, well-trained arm pinning you against his chest.
Ahhhh⊠his chest; bare, rising and falling in a steady rhythm. Heâs beautiful in that fairytale way that only storybooks promise.
How can someone, even while asleep, look so utterly tempting?
Why is there a tingling between your legs? And why canât you feel them? Or rather⊠why do they feel so wet?
Your heart skips several beats. Holy. Shit.
I slept with Silver. I slept with Silver.
You canât stop staring at the perfect physique of the man beside you, so muscular, drinking in the view, flashes of the night before returning in blinding white bursts:
Your laughter muffled against his shoulder in the middle of the makeshift dance floor, his voice low but steady whispering sweet thingsâand something that made your pussy throb, needy and expectant. The warmth of his hand on your waist as he led you to a deserted hallway to devour your mouth right there.
The taste of his lips, sweet and a little shy at first, but no less hungry and full of desire, his tongue sliding into your mouth and both hands gripping your thighs to lift you up and pin you to the wall.
His fingers playing with every button and fold of your clothes, peeling you out of each layer until you were completely exposed for him; the pressure as they slipped inside you and a moan escaped your lips.
His warm, solid body over you, until he sat you on his lap; face to face, your breasts pressed to his chest, your nipples rubbing against his skin as you bounced with each thrust of his hips, his arms holding you tight against him.
Gentle, noble kisses on your cheeks, your shoulders, even your knuckles; kissing you softly, slowly, savoring you and making you feel wanted and loved.
His cock sliding in and out of your dripping pussy with ease, not too fast, not too slow, wanting to set a pace that could last all night.
But your moans and pleas for him to go fasterââMore, Silver, please, moreââmade it a little difficult.
âIâll give you everything, beautiful, just hold on tightâ
And you did; to his shoulders, his arms, even to the sheets themselves when the pace sped up, laying you down on the bed, your legs thrown over his shoulders, the new angle making you cum again and again and again, so easily it was almost ridiculous.
You feel the tingling intensify down low and you shift.
Silver stirs and blinks awake. A few seconds of confusion before he notices your face, your bare shoulders, the way youâre clutching the sheet⊠adorable.
âGood morning beautifulâ
And he says it with the most natural, gentle tone in the world.
âAre you alright?â he squeezes your waist and pulls you a little closer.
Boom, straight to the heart.
For a moment, he hesitates, thinking maybe⊠maybe, thereâs regret in your eyes, maybe even shame.
Finding none, he gives you a soft kiss on the forehead and settles you against his chest; he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.
âYou look so beautiful in the morning, I want to wake up like this every dayâ
A soft kiss on your cheek, then another on your nose, then one more on your neck.
And, to finish, one slow, sweet kiss on your lipsâsavoring the promise of more in the future.
âIf you want me to stop, just tell me.â
Anticipation shivers under your skin.
âDonât stopâ
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Ace ⊠and ... Deuce
You wake up with the worst hangover of your lifeâmoving is a lost cause and opening your eyes isnât even an option. You feel like you might throw up at any second and then just go back to sleep.
Thereâs a pounding behind your eyes, the kind that makes you swear youâll never drink punch again⊠never drink punch thatâs been tampered with by Ace; hell, youâll never go to another party again.
You roll over and two things hit you: first, youâre naked, like, obscenely naked; second, someone is snoring rudely right in your ear.
A sharp flash stabs through your skull. You remember being squished from all sides while dancing, multiple hands on your waist, and two pairs of lips on your neck.
Turning left, you see Ace waking up. Looks like the hangover is killing him too. He grabs his head as he sits up, elbow propped on the mattress, lets out a heavy sigh and tries to open his eyesâand they lock with yours.
God knows how, but this bastardly redhead manages to give you the cockiest, most infuriating grin that makes you want to punch him right in the face.
âGood morning, sleeping beautyâ
âCall me that again and Iâll shove your uniform shoe up your ass, Ace.â
Ace just grins wider and lets out a little laugh⊠followed by a pained groan as he closes his eyes, keeping the pain under control.
You smack his arm to wipe that smile off his face...and realize heâs just as naked as you.
âAce⊠what the hell did you do?â
You blush, covering yourself with the sheets as much as you can, actually, even more. All thatâs left is to cover your face and youâd be a mummy.
âAww, donât make that face, youâre the one who climbed on top of me after the punch.â
âYouâre the one who spiked it!!â
âDidnât hear you complaining when you were begging us for moreââ
You smack him on the head with a pillow; your shrieks and his, plus the loud thump of the pillow, echo through the whole room.
âWhat the fuck⊠why are you two so noisy?â
Deuceâs voice sounds from behind you, raspy and just as hungover as you two.
You look at him⊠he looks at you⊠his eyes travel down to his own equally naked body⊠Confusion turns to horror, horror into high-pitched groans.
âWhat happened? What did we do? Why are we naked?!â
Between the throbbing headache and Deuceâs panicking, you try to remember a little more of this⊠wild rebellious night.
You remember being with the dynamic duo on the dance floor, Ace whispering dirty promises in your ear, Deuce pulling you closer to him. Then both of them trapping you between them.
Their tasteâAce like candy and mischief, Deuce like cinnamon and adrenaline.
The three of you running through Ramshackleâs halls, stumbling, sometimes collapsing in a tangle of laughs, hands, and feet.
The bedâSevens, the bed. Sheets scattered everywhere; Aceâs mouth on your neck, Deuceâs trembling hands pulling off your clothes, both fighting over who would take off the last piece.
Spoiler: both of them did it with confident hands before lunging for your lips, your breasts, your legs.
Kisses mixed with laughter, limbs tangled, the chemistry between these two as they made you cume; sloppy at first, then more assured.
The pressure of one sliding between your legs, spreading you open and burying himself deep; the other opening your lips to take him in your mouth. Both working as a team, building a rhythm, admiring how your body adapted to being fucked from both ends.
âLook how weâre breaking you, baby. Youâre so wet⊠I could drown in here,â Ace groaning, rough and loud, grabbing your hair and pushing you down on Deuceâs pelvis with every thrust.
âThatâs it, pretty, just like that, donât stop, swallow it all,â Deuce murmuring as his cock slides down your throat, robbing you of breath for a few delicious seconds.
The way they took turnsâone in your pussy, the other in your mouth⊠but you also remember a sharper pressure at your ass.
The moment when they both wanted to be in your wet pussy together; when one pulled out, the other pushed in, stretching you until you screamed their names, rubbing together inside your softest, most sensitive spot.
The moment you didnât just cum with both their cocks inside, but, thanks to the pressure and the delicious way they filled you...you squirted, soaking the bed, your belly, and probably Aceâs too.
You moaned, screamed, writhed; the boys turned on by seeing you so free, so full of them, Ace twisting your already-sensitive nipples, Deuce running his tongue over your dripping pussy.
Dizzy flashes of being held in the air, legs around Deuce hips, hands and arms held by Ace, your arms wrapped around his waist too. Each of them fucking you from a different end, watching your tits bounce with every thrust; a mess of spit, sweat, tears, and their cum leaking from both your holes.
The three of you collapsed in bed, panting; Deuceâs arm wrapped around your waist, Ace curled around your chest, fondling your extra-sensitive tit in a playful wayâuntil he switched to gentle caresses. Both seeking your warmth and your touch.
Your breath catches with all the memories. The heat rises not just to your cheeks, but a lot, lot lower.
âIâm never drinking your punch ever again,â Deuce growls, holding his head.
âDonât you wanna know how good we are at sharing this pretty princess?â
Deuce tosses a pillow at him, but with no force, Ace catches it with one hand, laughing.
The redhead just gets cockier, trapping you in his arms, your back pressed to his chest. You feel his lips leaving little kisses on your nape and cheeks.
Deuce, still hungover and dying of embarrassment, scoots in front of you, wrapping you up with one strong⊠very strong⊠arm.
Both of them attack you with twice as many kisses.
Your head may be pounding, but at least youâre laughing in the arms of these two idiots.













