Ruggie's Lemon Cookies
A/N: I finally got around to cleaning this and reposting it. All for my Ruggie enjoyers... Because I too, am a Ruggie enjoyer.
tags: Ruggie Bucchi x fem!reader, aphrodisiacs, kitchen sex wc: 5.2k+
With Grim yawning in your arms, you raced down the winding dirt path towards the school. Your bag bounced and hit against your shoulder. Your breathing becoming ragged as you mentally scolded yourself for not waking up on time. It was an important day for you. The entirety of last night was spent on making cookies for the person you wanted to get closest to. The treats were shaped into hearts by hand since you had forgotten to buy a cookie cutter. You had made one big cookie for Grim without the lemon extract so he wouldn’t complain about not getting something for Valentine’s Day.
You loved him dearly. So, you thought he deserved at least one cookie.
The cookies were shoved into your blazer pocket. Crinkling loudly with each step pounding against the dirt as the school came closer and closer into view. Part of you wondered if maybe the lemon extract was a scam. If maybe Sam’s sales pitch on how you would get closer to the person you cared for the most was just a form of hyperbole for the romantic holiday. Not that it matters now, you still bought the vial of lemony liquid and used it for baking just as Sam told you to.
You entered the school with a sigh of relief. Your eyes darted around the sea of black uniforms for a familiar head of biscuit blond hair and giant, swiveling ears. He was a hard man to find without a cash or snack incentive. Unfortunately, you did not share any classes with the student you wanted to get closer to. All of your run ins happened on accident or when you managed the Spell Drive club. To which Ace and Deuce claimed you only did it to flirt with the hyena captain.
Which wasn’t entirely wrong.
Grim pawed at your blazer with a grumble. “We’re going to be late.” Grim sounded irritable, likely overstimulated from the busy hallway and chattering students. “No, we aren’t.” You whispered with one final swivel. You couldn’t see him. He had already vanished among the cluster of male students. Likely on his way to his class, or he could be skipping out for a hustle. You would have to catch him in passing, or make time towards the end of the day.
With a sigh of defeat and a hand absentmindedly patting the pocket where your cookies were housed, you walked to class with Grim against your chest.
-♡-
The day seemed to drag on. You had seen Ruggie in passes, your eyes meeting before the two of you hurried along. You desperately wanted to stop him for just a moment. But with Grim against your chest, or when he was trailing along near your feet, it made the situation not-so ideal. You would have to send Grim away for a little mission if you wanted to confess to the hyena you had your eyes on. You couldn’t handle any embarrassing comments your furry roommate might try to make while you presented your cookies.
Finally, classes had ended for the day. You stood up from the table and looked down at Grim. His jaw stretched wide as he yawned. Obviously drowsy and ready for an afternoon nap. You started to frown, wondering if you missed your chance or not. “What’s wrong, Prefect?” Jack asked, looking down at you as he stood and grabbed his MagePen, tucking it into the front pocket of his shirt. You straightened your posture, quickly offering a smile and a shake of your head. “Oh! Nothing! No problem!” You waved a dismissive hand as Jack narrowed his eyes in suspicion. “She has cookies to give that stinkin’ sandwich thief.” Grim answered for you, crossing his furry arms over his chest as his eyes fell droopy and tired. “Grim the sandwich thing happened a year ago...” You muttered. You wished that Grim liked Ruggie. Because you liked Ruggie.
Jack’s tail began to wag, despite the face of suspicion. “They’re for Ruggie then? I see... So, you need to give them to him?” The beastman asked as his tail wagged faster. “Yeah! They’re just a friendly gift for Valentine’s Day.” You corrected quickly, not wanting Jack to assume anything unsavory about your intentions. But he looked happy that you were willing to make a treat for someone he looked up to. The most hardworking and independent person you could find in the world. It was only natural for Jack to have a shimmer in his eyes.
“Don’t tell him I told you this.” Jack cleared his throat, crossing his arms over his broad chest with a pout. It was cute that even now he tried to suppress his excitement. “He’s going to the cafeteria kitchen to clean out the leftovers for the week. Since it’s a Friday and they usually throw everything out.” A smile started to spread across his face as you felt a swell in your chest. You knew how Ruggie was about food. You had plenty of time to catch him now. “I’ll hold onto Grim for you.” The beastman offered as Grim perked up, waving his paws quickly in discontent. “Huh?! It’s just cookies! I don’t wanna go with you! What if you have fleas?!” The monster snapped in refusal as Grim picked him up under the arms anyway.
Dogs and cats usually don’t get along. “I appreciate it Jack. I’ll return the favor when I can!” You offered with a smile, ignoring Grim’s whines and groans of irritation. Small paws pushing at Jack’s chest as you patted your pocket to check for the cookies and you gave him an appreciative nod. “It’s just for an hour Grim! Jack, the door to Ramshackle is unlocked! Could you just walk him back?” You asked and when Jack gave you a nod of confirmation; you were off.
You didn’t need much of Ruggie’s time. But just in case things went south and he rejected you... You wanted to at least take a moment to cry in the bathroom. You swam through the waves of uniform clad students. Making your way to the large and surely desolate cafeteria. You waved goodbye to all of the friendly faces you passed. When they asked you where you were going, you told them ‘I forgot something!’ or ‘Mind your business’. The ‘Mind your business’ line was directed at Ace who threw up his hands in annoyance. But still smiled anyways.
You held your breath once you entered the cafeteria. It was empty. The rows of tables and the lingering smell of food made your shoulders sag as you finally released the air you were holding. Not even the ghosts were seen or heard lingering the now desolate space. Your eyes flickered towards the kitchen. You didn’t hear the sounds of shuffling or Ruggie’s familiar snicker. You were cautious, peering into the small space as a frown painted its way along your lips.
No one was here. Your shoulders began to sag and your eyebrows started to crease. You must have missed Ruggie on your way here. The kitchen was dim, no signs of anyone coming or going. Maybe the beastman was still on his way? But Ruggie didn’t play about free food at all. Maybe this mission was a failure. You sighed under your breath, a frown crossing your lips now. The disappointment settled in your heavy heart as you pulled the bag of cookies out of your pocket. The plastic crinkled in your fingers as you eyed the heart shaped treats.
“What are you doing here?” The question made you yelp in surprise. Bouncing the bag in your hands and catching them before they hit the checker tiled floor. “Ruggie!” You whipped your head around to greet the familiar face and voice. Your hands hid the cookies behind your back as you mustered up a smile. In his hands was a small stack of Tupperware containers. His stormy blue eyes grazed over your figure and he started to smile. “I hope you didn’t come for the leftovers. I already told everyone they were mine.” He snickered and made his way to the fridge. “No, no. I was looking for you actually.” You explained to him as the hyena placed his plastic containers on one of the counter tops. There was a curious ‘oh’ as Ruggie opened the fridge and looked among the overstocked shelves. “Looking for me? You tryna’ cash in on a favor?” Ruggie joked as you took a small step forward.
The yellow light from the fridge illuminated the dimly lit space. You gathered your strength and offered a smile, the plastic crinkling in your fingers as you pulled the cookies from behind your back. “I actually made you something. Since, today is Valentine’s Day.” You weren’t sure how Valentine’s Day worked in Twisted Wonderland. Or if anyone truly celebrated the holiday. But this was something special you wanted to do for Ruggie. Your tone was mousier than you hoped. The rummaging stopped and Ruggie glanced over his shoulder at you.
There was the light flick of his tail and he straightened his posture. Ruggie’s stormy blue eyes glanced you over and rested on your hands. His eyebags were far more prominent under the pastel light as expression softened. The beastman looked bashful at the thought of a gift. Usually he accepted things (that were free) with the upmost enthusiasm. “Was that today?” He muttered as the yellow light cast along the tiled floor was snuffed out as he nudged the stainless-steel door shut. His mission to collect free leftovers was now on hold.
“I thought that sweet smell was just you.” He snickered with a sly smile, making his way over to you as your eyes locked. There was a small sway in his steps. You could see the physical fatigue in his body even though he tried to hide it. “Can I have them now?” Ruggie sounded hopeful. You nodded and extended your arms. It looked like you were trying to feed a feral cat, afraid of being bit. And maybe you were. A heat bloomed in your face as you looked down at the tips of your shoes. You swallowed an anxious lump in your throat.
Instead of the feeling of teeth sinking into your skin, you shuddered as his hands gently grazed yours. Ruggie accepted the cookies with a satisfied expression. “You really made these for me? By hand n’ stuff?” You looked up to see how his smile had gone from slick, to genuine joy. The warmth that bloomed in your face left fluttering butterflies in your stomach. Dancing with excitement as you nodded in response. “Yeah! I mean, sometimes I bake. It’s whatever.” You tried to play things cool as you backed up against the island counter. Ruggie leaned against the counter next, right beside you as he pulled the yellow ribbon free.
In his left palm the plastic crinkled and he used his right to take one of the heart shaped cookies with a smile. You could hear the swish and curl of his tail against his oversized uniform as he broke the cookie in half between his large, sharp teeth. “I hope they taste okay.” You weren’t sure how much lemon extract to use. And you hadn’t tried any of the cookies yourself. “They’re great actually.” He corrected with a soft snicker as he moved closer to you. Offering the bag silently with his freckled cheeks becoming a peachy red color. “I only ever celebrated with my class in middle school. We made cards but that was it.” His ears twitched as you accepted one of the cookies to eat with him.
His joyful crunches made you smile as you ate your own cookie. The lemon was a little intense. You cringed at the taste and continued to chew slowly. Just a little flakey, and not too hard to bite. Leaving a nice soft crunch against your teeth. At least Ruggie liked them. But he wasn’t someone who wasted food. “I should have used more sugar.” You grumbled and finished the cookie, looking at the plastic bag in his palm with a flash of confusion.
It was empty already.
The bag crinkled in his fist as Ruggie hummed with content. “Nah, I think whatever seasoning you used was just too strong. The sugar was there.” The beastman dropped the plastic onto the island behind him. There was a growing warmth emanating from his body. “You aren’t picky so of course you would say that.” You joked; your confusion remained as you watched his ankles cross. “Did you say seasoning?” For some reason, your head began to feel clouded. Like a strange smoke filled your cranium and filled any empty space it could. “Huh? Yeah. Cookie seasoning.” There was a growl in his voice. But he wasn’t irritated. He sounded strained.
Your heart jumped in your chest. Ruggie tapped his fingers against the smooth countertop without a sense of rhythm. Like he was distracting himself from something. You raised your head from his crossed ankles to see that he was staring down at you. His pupils were huge. Big, black circles that turned his greyish blue eyes into thin halos. His eyes were half lidded as the warmth became stronger. You could feel your skin starting to prickle and sweat as you swallowed. Attempting to wet your cotton dry throat. “That’s not what it’s called.” You started to unconsciously remove your blazer. You were getting hot.
“What’s it called then?” Ruggie’s voice dropped as he watched you with a newfound intensity that left your posture shrinking. Something was wrong. But you couldn’t tell what it was. “It’s...” You almost said ‘cookie seasoning’. “It’s lemon extract.” You took note of your breathlessness. Your blazer was now bunched in your hands. Ruggie moved in closer.
His breath was warm, tickling the sensitive skin of your face as your heart pounded against your eardrums. Neither of you broke the stare. Even when you left your blazer on the edge of the island counter in a ball, you did not dare to look away. There was a pit in your stomach. A burning sensation like hot coals being pushed and prodded around. You were aroused. Painfully so. “What, like syrup?” Ruggie murmured in confusion as he attempted to carry on the conversation. A slender finger snaked itself into the knot of his tie and he began to tug it loose. You began to do the same with a soft sigh of relief with a whispered ‘yes’.
Ruggie’s face had become even peachier as the tie was discarded to the floor. You could see a thin sheet of sweat collecting along his exposed collarbones. “Are we allergic to lemons?” The question was silly and you started to grin out of amusement. The situation was almost laughable. If you were in a rational state, you would be freaking out. “No I don’r think that’s it.” You answered as Ruggie’s face was now inches from yours. He moved to stand in front of you as you dropped your tie to the ground with his. You now realized what Sam meant when he said you would ‘get closer’ to the person you baked the cookies for. But this wasn’t what you had planned on.
However, you didn’t mind the turn of events at all. The breath in your throat hitched as Ruggie closed even more of the distance between you. Your bottom lip was caught between your teeth as you could feel the delicious sensation of his cock pressing against your crotch. How it strained against his uniform pants and how Ruggie slowly rocked his hips against yours. You really didn’t mind. His head bumped against yours as he moved in closer. Lips grazing with baited breaths mingling as he spoke again. “Is this a good idea?” It was like he was asking for your permission.
Even through the haze of whatever was in the cookies you baked. Ruggie still wanted to ask you. The hurried clink of his belt being tugged and removed made you twitch, the soft cotton of your panties becoming sticky as you grabbed the cool edge of the countertop. There was no one around. No ghosts or students or even paintings to witness what was destined to happen. No one would know what took place in the dimly cafeteria except the two of you. “I think it’ll be okay Ruggie.” You assured him through an exhale. And that was all the beastman needed.
Your lips meshed hungrily and you could taste the lingering citrus on his tongue. The hyena trapped you against the counter with his body. His hands gripped your sides and lifted, instructing you silently to follow his action. Between the wet and messy kisses, you did your best to get onto your toes. There was a thin trail of drool making its way down your chin. Your hands grabbed at the white collar of his shirt as your actions became clumsy and you mewled into his mouth. Your tongue rubbing lazily against his much stickier one. Ruggie wanted you to sit on the island countertop. With a small hop and some help from the beastman; the attempt was a success.
Ruggie yanked you to the edge so your legs relaxed over his hips. The hyena’s belt was hanging loosely around his waist as he stopped rutting against you. The quick shuffle of clothes left you breaking away from his kissing to look down between your parted legs. You craved more of his thrusts as you watched him pull out his cock with desperate pumps. The tip was flushed and oozing with a sticky, clear pre-ejactulate. Part of you felt bad for him.
Your heart aches as you watched with soft pants passing your puffy lips. His mouth peppered kisses along the side of your face. The soft space where your jaw and ear met. Along the exposed skin of your neck. All where you felt like you craved more and more. A feeling of starvation you had never felt before. You slipped a hand downwards and grazed his wet knuckles with the tips of your fingers. Ruggie’s kisses paused and his body tensed. You turned your head and gently nipped at his chin with a small pout. “Let me?” You requested, and he nodded without a word spoken.
Ruggie removed his hand from his cock and you cautiously took his place. You could feel small linear rows of something small and hard going up his cock. How sticky it was from him pumping and wetting it with his own pre. How the skin was velvety. How firm it was. How it throbbed and pulsed excitedly from your touch and only your touch. Your mouth began to water.
Your imagination began running wild as you thought about what the texture would feel like buried inside of you. Gliding furiously against your inner walls until your eyes rolled back into your skull. How he was the perfect size to hit every spot you needed to be pleased and teased. Just a little thicker than expected, but you could imagine the stretch leaving your legs trembling and your toes curling in your uniform shoes.
If Ruggie hadn’t been standing between your legs, you would have already clamped them together. The excitement pooled between your thighs as your mouth presses kisses against his throat. Your hand pumped uncomfortably slow and you allowed him to thrust steadily into your tightened hand. The hyena’s moans were soft and airy as he gripped at your stocking clad thighs. Squeezing and occasionally scratching his nails against the nylon while you stroked and teased him. “Does it feel okay?” You asked against his saliva slicked skin and he weakly snickered from above you.
“I’m easy to please.” He gasped with a smile. Ruggie shuddering as you pressed light kisses you pressed against his throat. Running your tongue against his Adams Apple and sucking gently at his pulse point. The hyena’s blood was practically boiling beneath his skin. His breath stuttered the same way his hips continued to falter when you tightened and loosened your fingers around his cock. You smiled softly when you realized that the beastman was struggling to find the hem of your tights. His skilled hands roamed along the sides of your body.
He bunched your skirt up, tugging and pulling at the sheer stockings with a growl rumbling in his chest. “I’m sorry, I can-” A squeak of shock erupted from your throat at the sound of fabric being torn. Your hand stopped pumping as you looked down wide eyed at your bunched up skirt. The view was blocked, but you could feel your soaked panties were now exposed to the cool kitchen air. You shook with a carnal excitement, unable to help the overwhelming arousal you felt. Ruggie tore your tights open at the crotch. “M’sorry.” He apologized under his breath as he slipped two fingers into his mouth to wet them.
You swallowed and continued to pump him with the same slowness. Yelpig softly when he yanked your panties to the side and pushed a finger inside of you. He wasn’t sorry. But you really didn’t mind.
The quick curl of the digit up against the soft spongy bundle of nerves inside of you made your body jolt with pleasure. Every time he hit that sensitive spot you would whine or gasp. A form of encouragement for the beastman as you tried pulling him closer with your ankles locking around him. His thumb rolled your clit into small, tight circles and he soon eased in the second finger. Your hole stretched easily as the lewd sounds of your pussy being played with left your face burning.
Of course you touched yourself. But you had never felt this wet and needy before. Not on your own. Your hand began to sheepishly attempt to guide him towards the hot, plush cavern of your cunt. You both knew it was what you wanted. But you were growing impatient. You needed Ruggie inside of you. “Wan’ me inside?” He whispered and you nodded swiftly. His hand slowed to a stop and you followed suit.
When the beastman rocked his hips against yours it had become a chore to hold back your loud whines. Feeling the round, wet tip of his cock massaging your clit as he attempted to catch your opening. Just barely sliding inside of you, teasing you as you clawed at his large uniform shirt now from frustration. Your bodies pressed together like puzzle pieces. Ruggie growled and huffed against the soft cartilage of your ear. With a soft sob, a few quiet pleas and kissing at the hyena’s neck; you got what you finally wanted.
Ruggie pushed in slowly. Filling you up inch by inch with those tiny studs massaging your inner walls as his cock forced you to stretch to accommodate him. The lack of preparation wasn’t something you could bring yourself to regret. The slight burn was bearable. Ruggie grabbed your hips and pulled you against him. Forcing you to nearly dangle against the edge of the counter as you gasped from the lack of support below. One of your legs had fallen, the tip pf your shoe just barely touching the waxed, checker tiled floor. Ruggie supported the other leg by lifting it to be hooked into his elbow.
The position allowed him to get even deeper. Spearing you with his cock as he began a steady rhythm with his hips. His head pressed against yours as he started slow. The pleasure was so intense that you desperately wanted to shut your eyes or look anywhere else but Ruggie. But he wouldn’t let you. One of his hands cupped your face and he forced you to look at him. To let him see the expressions you made as he fucked you against the counter as a lustful form of thank you for the cookies you made. The sounds were fucked out of your throat. His thrusts deepened and became pleasantly rough.
The glide of the barbs made your jaw fall slack as your sounds became pitched up. Insanely feminine and weak as you let him use you. The feeling of your hips connecting made your legs cramp up as he pounded into you, his teeth gently catching the lobe of your ear as you struggled to come back down from this new high. How it was a thirst being satiated you didn’t know you had. The heat in your face caused you to tear up. You wanted Ruggie to move faster.
But even when you rutted your hips in tandem with his, the pace remained steady. “I can’t go- Mmn. I can’t go faster. I can't, I can't.” He whimpered as he wrapped an arm around you as an act of support. His face flushed red as he pushed deeper and deeper, nudging those nerves with the round, mushroomy tip of his cock. “You gonna cum? Please go faster. Please?” You weren’t one to beg, but you needed him faster. You needed him harder. The muffled wet smacks of your bodies momentarily slowed to a stop as Ruggie adjusted you against him. Now, you were being supported by his body against yours. The counter dug into your back as your legs and hips hung helplessly in the air as he sped up upon your request. You cried out and held tightly to his shoulder. The white uniform fabric bunched in your fingers. Your other hand grabbed at his arm as though to steady yourself. Your breasts bounced with each rock as you were forced to take his cock and everything he planned to give you. All while looking up at him. His lips captured yours in another heated kiss as his hips continued to roughly rut against yours.
You were covered in sweat. So was he. Your mouth was filled with the taste of Ruggie. And he had the taste of you. You could feel the way that his biscuit blond pubes stimulate your clit as his cock kissed that sensitive spot deep inside of you. Filled with any and all unspoken affection the two of you may share for one another. You started to chant his name, as the pulses of his cock intensified. You wanted it. You wanted all of Ruggie inside you. He moaned your name in between a string of sloppy, wet kisses and glanced away only for a second. “Inside me?” You were asking him not to pull out. The lust had fogged your sense of clarity so greatly you couldn’t care to consider the consequences. That could wait. “O-Oh shit I’m cumming. I’m-” Ruggie never finished as he gave you a strangled cry and another round of stuttered thrusts as you shook around him. Your toes curled into tight whorls as you savored the feeling of his thick cum filling you and mixing with your own juices.
Your body trembled against the beastman, your thighs cramping from the tight position and the powerful orgasm as the two of you fell boneless against one another in the empty kitchen. Ruggie fought to catch his breath as he called out your name. All you responded with was a slight nod. You didn’t hear anything he said as his twitching cock continued to fill you with sperm. But you swore you heard him say something about ‘more’. And it was something you weren’t opposed to. If you hadn’t fallen asleep against the counter first.
-♡-
When you finally woke up, your brows furrowed at the soft sound of snoring. You looked around in the darkness, noticing that you weren’t in the school’s cafeteria any longer. Nor were you in your room in Ramshackle. It was a room in Savanaclaw, that much you could tell. It looked late, the moon round and full, high up in the night sky as you blinked awake.
A warm giraffe patterned blanket was pulled up to your chin and you could see a cold stone wall to your right. And when you looked to your left, you relaxed into the mattress. Ruggie’s sleeping face greeted you. He had an arm thrown over your torso from beneath the blanket and he was facing you. His body cozy and close, curled up under the big blanket with you. You could feel that you were wearing a large shirt and nothing else, and Ruggie was wearing what you assumed were the pants to the pajama set. It was the beastmans attempt at changing you out of your sticky uniform. You appreciated it.
You gasped softly when his droopy eyes shot open, and he met your gaze. He glanced away for a minute before slowly sitting up in bed. The shift of the covers started to fill you with a sense of loneliness. He scratched at the back of his head, his ears flattening against his head and you watched him fold his hands in his lap. “...Soooo…” He trailed off quietly and was unable to meet your eyes again. Before you could speak, the hyena began again. “I made a deal with Jack so Grim is having a sleepover with in his room… I washed your uniform,” He turned to face you and you could see a bright peachy flush in his cheeks. His eyes still couldn’t meet yours. “I folded it up and put it on my desk…” He nodded in the desk's direction, but you didn’t bother to spare it a glance.
Was he asking you to leave?
“I know you probably want to dash. I get it! Don’t even worry.” He laughed softly. There was a hint of disappointment that caused your brows to furrow. “I uh… I had fun. Even if you only felt that way because-” You sat up and gently pulled at his arm. He froze. Stormy blue eyes locked with your tired gaze. You felt upset with his despairing assumptions. “I made those cookies for you.” The reminder was gentle as you leaned in closer to Ruggie. He was silent. The room was so quiet that you could almost hear the pounding of his heart. “No one else.” You assured him and he nodded in understanding. You pressed your head against his, his warm breath tickled your lips as he spoke again. “Do… Do you wanna stay with me? Just for the night?” The tone of his voice indicated that he was hoping for a yes. “Can I stay?” You asked in a hushed tone and he pulled away slightly to nod.
The two of you laid down again. Facing one another as Ruggie moved even closer. With a comforting silence following, you allowed your eyes to shut as you prepared for bed. “Are we still friends?” He asked under a whisper and you hummed thoughtfully in response. “What about more?” You suggested and Ruggie snickered. “Yeah. That’s cool with me.” He purred softly and you felt his arm drape itself over your body again. Your other hand locked with the hyenas beneath the blanket and the two of you drifted back to sleep. You swore the taste of the lemon cookies lingered on your tongue. But instead of that sour and bitter flavor, it was far more gentle and sweet.
