Hiii I really loved your tokyo debunker fics, I hope you write more in the future. I'm also curious about your favorite characters and your favorite dorms. Do you have any future writing plans?
Hi, thank you for reading and enjoying what little I have to give!
After almost two years of playing Tokyo Debunker, I can confidently say that I'm not sure who is my favourite character, or even my favourite dorm!
I do have a slight dislike/neutrality for some characters that I can pinpoint perfectly (Jin, Tohma, Leo and Edward not so surprisingly), but when it comes to my favourite it's a bit harder... I guess Haru and Subaru are high in the list. With Mio slightly behind. As for my favourite dorm, it'd be Hotarubi! Everyone is pretty nice and they're all into art, sounds like a perfect match.
And I do have future plans, and few wips already brewing! I have one for Alan, linked to the Tohma shot I wrote. Some for Taiga, Rui and Jiro. A longer piece I've been writing with Haru but heavily self-indulgent and... weird now that I'm re-reading it? Definitely out of my comfort zone and even cringe at times. And I planned a series of sorts, with multi-chaptered fics for each Captain and sprinkled with a smut.
But as much as I love gathering wips I have a hard-time finishing them, so I guess it's all mystery now, even for me!
My mental state has been doing great these past few months so I've quitted writing a bit to focus on my drawings and stuff. I'll try to come back, I've been missing it
My friend's also making me watch Hypmic, which I couldn't get into unlike Paradox Live... Let's wait and see, I've always liked Doppo sooo, it'd be fun to finally write for him
I'm a scaredy-cat when it comes to trying new things, but I've really wanted to write and post darker content for a while now?
Actually I've pilled up a certain amount of wips, but to this day I only posted vanillas and mildly "kinky" (if we can even call them that) stuff so I don't really know
Ishibashi Tohma X f!reader
• /w!\ Smut, not proofread
• Self-indulgent.
“Is anyone here?” She called out in the quiet room. The weighty door ajar, just enough for her to peek her head inside. The vault sat in its usual coldness, smaller than the other rooms in the dorm which allowed her to swipe a look across the area quickly.
It was as eerie as ever. A pang of loneliness even pinching her heart at the memory of her last visit there. Tohma spent a lot of his time down there. Surely because he liked being away from the crowd, she remembered him mentioning over texting once. He had last called her in the vault so she could hand him some documents on Dante’s behalf, accepting them in exchange for some tea before he had left her to enjoy the tea alone in the freezing cold.
She didn’t necessarily like spending time there. Only forced to come whenever it was required to, so she pursed her lips with an annoyed huff. He was the one who called for her, making her trudge down these slippery stairs with two layers of clothes in the middle of spring. All her efforts just for him not to be here? She certainly remembered why she didn’t particularly enjoy hanging out with him.
“Leaving so soon?” A yelp left her lips at the sudden question, his breath against the back of her neck threatening to send her into a cardiac arrest. She was halfway through closing the door when he surprised her. His tone and mannerism wasn’t lost on her. And she made sure to voice out a small complaint once she calmed down as his hand snaked around her waist, the other pushing the gate wide open.
Tohma only chuckled, entering the vault with her in tow, forcing her to follow along his wide strides. “So, why did you call me here?” Her question was met with yet another chuckle, although this time he pulled a chair out, inviting her to sit. She didn’t make herself wait, plopping down on it so he could push her closer to the table and finally offer her a cup of tea so they could talk. She crossed her legs expectantly but nothing happened.
She coughed into her hand, the silence having stretched long enough for her to feel a tinge of awkwardness. Was he not going to do anything? And seeing the lack of action after she tried to break the stillness, she placed herself back into the far end of the chair, shoulders rolling to make herself comfortable before trying to strike up a conversation.
Before she could try anything, though, his hands grabbed her shoulders, holding her in place. Curiously she turned around to see what he wanted to do. But instead her face ended right in front of his. Her breath withheld as she didn’t expect him to be so close, time seemingly suspended as she watched a smirk grow on his lips. “You’re quite restless today, aren’t you?” He drawled, eyes slithering mischievously. She only gulped an excess of spit, feeling his hands travel along the side of her arms before resting right on top of fingers, gripping the edges of the chair like her sanity depended on it. “You're surely wondering why I asked you here?” She carefully nodded at the question, afraid that any harsh movements might lead to something bad.
His lips hovered her neck before planting a kiss on her jugular. It didn't fail to make the Honour student squirm at the unexpected feather-like touch, knuckles turning pale the more her hold tightened. “Shamefully so… It has been quite hard to forget you since that time with Mido.” Instead of freezing, the shock of his revelation sending her mind in a mess, she felt the heat rise in her lower stomach. Her knees brushed one another, memories flooding in which had her embarrassed and lost on what to do.
For a reason that still didn't quite register, events too fuzzy for her to properly remember, she had, indeed, spent a naughty time with the two of them. She had rejoiced over coaxing Alan out of his shell, and to celebrate it, coated the windows of a broken Vagastrom’s car with the condensation from their steamy session. But before she knew it, Tohma was there too at one point. She vaguely remembered being sandwiched between the two men, mouth struggling to take him as much as her lower half cried at Alan’s intrusion.
Didn't Tohma leave halfway through also? God, she was so drunk over the Vagastrom's leader's entire being, she only recalled a few events beside the fullness she felt. “... Is that so?” She whispered, eyes closing as she bent her neck for him to have a better access. Tohma was far from being someone she enjoyed being with. But lust was enough to have her remember just how big he was. She was choking on his cock the entire time after all, barely taking half of his size inside her mouth. A shudder racked her body as she darted her tongue to moisture her lips, memories of his taste coming back to haunt her.
He tsked playfully at the sight of the Honour student on the chair, chest thrusted forward with her head thrown to the side. Was she that easy to turn on? Just a small caress and innuendos and she was basically putty. Nearly purring as he brought his hand back to her face, grazing her skin with the cold leather of his glove.
She leaned into him, but suddenly jerked up. The fingers that had previously been tracing senseless lines grabbed her cheeks, digging painfully as he angled her face towards him. “That is why I hope you won’t mind that I called you here.” He spoke in a low teasing voice before chuckling. “I’m sure you can re-enact what we did back then.” She flushed at that, hands moving to dry her moist palms against her skirt under the pretence of smoothing her skirt.
He was wicked. Going straight to the point like that and expecting her to accept without piping a word in. Which she would absolutely do. Gladly so even. Because she was that debauched. And he certainly knew that, which was why he was even being straightforward to begin with. She could see that he knew so. The moment she nodded shyly, lips pouty that he had found her out, by the edge of her vision she could see his smirk grow. An asshole.
“I’m certainly pleased that you agreed. Then how about we exchange places?” Her shoulders dropped under the weight of his hands, subtly forcing her away from the chair and down on the freezing floor. Again, she felt the unfairness behind his actions. But instead of complaining out loud, she did as he asked. She dropped to her knees, uncaring of the cold seeping through her stockings to instead focus on him. The vice-leader who so casually pushed the chair back to sit on it and not wasting a second before he spread his legs for her to nestle between. “I’m trusting you to take care of the rest then.”
“Of course.” She mumbled, seemingly annoyed by his request but eagerly working on unbuckling his belt the moment he asked for it. She would have preferred another ghoul rather than him. But since he was the one who had gotten the gears in her lower half to grind back to life, she could do as much. And wouldn’t it be rude to think about someone else when right here? Cock hardening as she took it out of his undergarment?
Eh. She had been kinder for less. She eventually settled to that thought, tongue peeking out hungrily as she stared at what laid between her fingers. He was big. Not as girthy as Mido but with that length she couldn’t complain much. By experience, it was enough to have her awkwardly choking halfway through, unable to withstand more. And the simple thought was enough to have her kissing the tip, one hand on the base, the other working the length. If he could just hurry and get hard…
His fingers caressed the top of her head, and grabbing a look at his soft expression, she bit her bottom lip. She racked a nail against a vein, feeling his cock bobbing under her touch, but more concerned about his reaction. Only to see that the small smile of his was still locked in place, not budging and betraying him unlike his body. She would have to do with it, she mourned as she switched to pumping his cock. The drops of pre-cum finally showing themselves and allowing her to spread it against his skin. The musk scent of his quickly filling the surrounding air and drowning her in it.
Soon enough, after pepping kisses to get an initial taste, she tentatively pressed her tongue under his cock, feeling it pulse against her. And only then did his facade crumble for a moment, a grunt leaving him before he even had the chance to block it. She paused for a moment, taking in his moan, before going back on him. She flexed her tongue, dragging and sucking as much skin as she could if it meant getting him to do it again.
It never came. Not even as she pressed her tongue against the slit, and neither when she finally opened her mouth to suck his cock out of any semen he could give her. Instead of him breaking, she could feel her mind spiralling. The Honour roll ended up as a victim of her own efforts, arousal and untamed lust encouraging her into rocking her hips against her propped up heels to gain the slightest bit of friction against her clit.
From where he towered her, Tohma could only laugh mockingly. Unlike when with Mido, she had nothing to help her quell the ache down there. Forced to fight against the pain with whatever poor solutions she had at hand. Pitiful she was. Which saddened him enough to slide his hand to the back of her head, grabbing it before forcing her down his cock.
She choked, the fingers that were previously under her panties now on each of his legs, denting the fabric of his pants as she tried to steady herself. Asshole! Did he know she was doing her best not to bite him and remove any chance of him reproducing? If anything it would be a gift to everyone around if she did so, but she was nice enough to consider his feelings. And yet—
She eventually managed to push him away, finally allowed to cough out the suddenness of his actions. But not long enough before he had her, once again, gulping whatever she could of his dick. He was the biggest bully around. Acting all gentlemanly but jumping on him the moment he had the chance to. And she was the biggest sucker for it at the moment. Knowing that he was enjoying it was enough to have her walls tightening over nothing, excited to see him breaking.
Indeed, it was getting harder for him to hold back. He struggled to keep himself from bucking his hips, to slide deeper into the warmth of her mouth. He was stimulated enough that he felt his end coming. Just a little more of the tightness of her throat and he would tip over the edge. A thought that felt more than welcoming. He had been stressed all-week. Releasing to the sight of the Honour student’s cute face would help him quite a lot. He even pushed some of the hair away from her forehead, wet from the gathering sweat, to catch a proper look.
What started as a chuckle turned into a strangled moan. He grunted, hand once again grabbing a handful of her hair. Although this time, he pushed her away. Swatting her hands away from his cock so he could pump a few times through his upcoming climax. The spams in his lower stomach easing down as ropes of cum finally erupted.
He closed his eyes at the lightness he felt at the moment, only regaining his senses to see her face painted. Tongue still out, most of his cum had landed inside her mouth and up to her nose. But when she closed her mouth to swallow it, it only spread more along her lips and dribbled down. Too much even for her.
Tohma took a moment to take a breath before putting himself back in his underwear and tightening his belt. Unlike him, she still wasn’t free from lust, heel digging into her underwear. Her pouty lips, proof of her disappointment, caught his attention. Right, that’s what he wanted to do.
He grabbed her by her armpits, the layers of clothes she wore making it awkward but not impossible to raise her up. Surprised for a moment, she stumbled but ultimately ended up on his knees where he wanted her to be. “Don’t worry I’m not so cruel.” He murmured as he guided her hips into rocking against him. She was stunned for a moment, unsure of what to do and rolling along his rhythm. But once the surprise had faded, she immediately settled her hands against his chest, using him as a leverage to finally get her long-awaited release.
It didn’t take minutes for her to rock against his leg, skirt riding up and panties staining his pants with her fluids. From where she sat, she leaned close to him, mind fuzzy as she chased for a kiss. But instead he pressed a gloved finger against her flushed lips, chastising her for her poor attempts at getting closer to him.
“No. No kiss. Have you seen how dirty you are?” He chastised her, tongue clicking at the state of her face. With his cum all over her lips, spit mixed with it as they fell in droplets down her chin, rolling down to her throat and staining her clothes, did she really expect him to accept her kiss?
A frown bloomed on her face. She was so close, hips still thrusting against his thigh. She only needed to work a little more, the friction soon enough to have her coming. She felt it. The heat. The boiling pleasure in her lower stomach. Coiling and leaving her legs trembling in expectation. She just wanted him to touch her. A shudder racked her body. He was this close, so so close. If he could just… Anything to get her going.
But instead, much to her surprise, he kissed her cheek. Her eyes widened at the contact before they rolled back, closing as she threw her arms around his shoulders. He chuckled, patting the small of her back as she pressed her body closer to his.
She just needed that much. To have him kissing her as the coil burst. Through her panties, she could feel the clinging wetness of her cum, and— He jerked his thigh up, sending her further into the shocking wave her climax was. Fuck! She could only cling to him, desperate to navigate through his soft assaults and the waves of pleasure crashing onto her.
She eventually pressed her forehead against his chest as exhaustion overcame her body. A soft chuckle resonated in the cold room, patting her back as if to comfort her through the growing weariness. “You… How are you still fine? I did my best too.” She grumbled, hitting his chest weakly to prove her vexation. The way he held himself as if she had never done anything to begin with.
“Is that so?” He angled her face, index casually sliding to her lips when he moved it away. “Then you better prove it to me next time.” His bold declaration was quick to take effect. Her face flushed and if it wasn’t for their current position, she would have rubbed her knees together in expectation. Aaah, indeed. The biggest asshole in this school. But his teasing was still oh so pleasant.
Saw someone theorising that Elias might have brought MC to a new timeloop through a deal and it had me overthinking for days. So have this drabble I wrote in 30 minutes
• Yandere! Elias Pratt X f!reader
• /w!\ Really light smut scene/mentions. Not explicit
Ghouls were feared for a reason.
After a year she had forgotten it all, merely enjoying what was left of her time with them, as if they were the same.
Cursed like her, dragging the weight of a sin that was not theirs. But she had forgotten how opportunistic they were.
Even as the academy turned to ashes, cries and blood around her, eaten by the flames, she still clung to that misconception.
Elias had offered a way out of it. Of this nightmare. And like the demon he had encountered, the one who had tempted him into selling what little humanity he had, a wish rolled off his tongue. This school. Her friends. Everyone and everything. He could bring them all back.
A possibility that tore her eyes away from the ground, wet eyes staring at him with a newfound hope. Others knew better than to listen to the whimsical talking of a ghoul, especially one from Dionysia. But not an ounce of doubt crossed her face.
How foolish, he could only think, face softening with adoration. She was ready to jump into an unknown world just to save her dear friends? Face an unknown future for them? Even as she bit her lips, suddenly troubled by the conditions he gave, it only lasted a moment.
But who was he to pretend he didn't like it?
His arms circled her waist. Slow, deliberate. Before nudging her closer. He only needed one thing to seal their deal. Just for him to softly press his lips onto hers as he felt the world fading.
He would bring everyone to the past, to a new world where she could once again enjoy the pretence of a normal academic life beige her time ran out.
The prophecy would be avoided, Lucas wouldn't be the champion anymore. And in exchange, he, Elias, could claim her. Certainly a poor exchange if a third party would think if they were to hear it. But to him it mattered little. An excuse to finally have the Honour student looking at him for more than 2 minutes, to claim possession of them so easily…
For him who had wished for it, often wallowing in his regrets whenever he had stepped away from her, it was a chance he couldn't pass.
This time he approached her earlier, not wasting a second to switch from being the simple and friendly janitor to Elias Pratt. Even if he brought the Dionysia ghouls to help change fate, he couldn't fully focus on them. The moment his eyes caught onto her, walking across the large campus’ garden with a stack of papers in hand, he had disappeared from his fellow dorm mates.
Taking her away from the report she was engrossed in, stumbling into a spot dark enough for his taste, he had his lips once again pressing against hers. Eating her confused inquiries as his hands roamed her skin.
Instead of watching from afar, sticking to his role as a janitor or trying to coerce Darwick into releasing his underclassmen, he could now make way for his wishes.
Between two breaths, satiated enough to let go, he promised her to explain everything that very night.
And as if he had promised, he arrived. Knocking but not patient enough to keep himself away from touching her. Explaining the deal she had made with him, trying to gauge her expressions but mind too clouded by the need to once again feel the weight of her body against his.
And not before long, bending her body for him to enjoy. Her small cries tuning in the moment she understood that she had no way out. Everything about her drove him into these rash decisions.
He, who used to sit back and enjoy Haru's shows out of sheer remissness, now bold enough to have her legs wrapped around his waist and nails shredding his back to uncover the redness of his burning skin.
He struck a nice deal. Now able to enjoy her whenever and however he wanted. Whisking her away when he felt the urge to. He had her head bobbing under the table at the back of a class when he was bored. Her panties pushed aside and hips straddled his face when he felt under the weather. And on particularly stressful days, when Shion once again clashed with the staff or the student body, he enjoyed seeing adorned in various equipment he scavengered from his rundown dorm.
Her panting form, skin flushed and hot under his, the small whines when she felt he was being too bold and risky…
“Have you gotten accustomed well to Hotarubi?” Subaru’s question resonated within the small room, the distant patter of the rain slightly overtaking his gentle voice. She turned around, a shy look matching his curt levelled one. It was just small talk, the one he used to break the ice.
“Yes, thanks to you.” Her answer came out softly, eyes scurrying away. Her hands rubbed against the kimono like pyjamas. The Nemaki was perfectly white unlike Subaru’s own yukata which sported a distinct purple and teal colour. His eyes met with hers when she raised her head, and immediately, shame came to her.
“... If you’re uncomfortable, please do tell.” Cladded in white cotton, his fingers moved to rest on top of hers. A sense of relief came, knowing that he couldn’t feel her moist skin. He always made sure to wear gloves to avoid activating his stigma, and she indulged in his insecurities just this once. At his soft tone, wondering out loud about her flushed cheeks, she only managed to stutter a poor approval. “Is that so… Then, please, I’ll proceed forward.” He stated, as if to warn her about the upcoming event. If she wanted to go back, saying it now would be the best.
She nodded, feeling the cold sweat running down her back. She should’ve gotten used to, well… whatever he was about to subjugate her to. But part of her mind would always overthink it while the other thrilled at the view of the ropes.
Another question resonated in the quiet bedroom. His voice once again broke the stillness, this time wondering if she was okay with him touching her. His warm breath came from behind, licking the curve of her ear and causing a shiver. Her shoulders trembled under his attention, answering meekly that he was allowed to do so. Unlike him, the Honour student couldn’t care less about his stigma. Read residual thoughts? She wasn’t scared of what he could see when he so carefully avoided touching her, may it be by distancing himself or wearing gloves.
Of course, she felt a tad shy at times. What if he accidentally read them during one of her moments of weakness? Her imaginary world filled with depravity and the familiar red cords of his, swung around. She would be mortified, and he would surely avoid her out of embarrassment, or even disgust. Not that he ever would. A voice deep inside her whispered. He had seen all she had to hide, and he never ran away. Subaru was just as twisted after all. He even enjoyed it. Indulging it even, much to her satisfaction.
She raised her arm, chin raised high so he could wrap a first rope around her neck. With ease, he created a first knot behind her neck and she could feel it digging in her skin, pressing on her trachea but not enough to choke her. Yet. She hoped, biting her lips to avoid her laboured breath from reaching him.
Soon enough, she felt the second rope being tied, fingers bumping onto her back as he worked with it. Her eyes, fixated on a small defect on the tatami, caught movement from their peripheral view. With the rope in hand, he swiftly moved to her front where he would tie her chest. Rows of rope built along her ribcage, compressing her chest. At times, when he needed to work on a knot on her back, he would rest his head on her clothes shoulder to get a better view. And indulging it she did. Fists bunching his kimono and heaving onto his frail body whenever she got the chance.
“The first part is done. Mind giving me your hands now?” He asked, voice as levelled as always, although she swore she could hear the slightest quiver in his words. All the while, he moved to grab another set of ropes. He may have asked out of courtesy, but they both knew that she wouldn’t mind it. In fact, before he could finish his question, her arms were already stretched before her, displaying her pale wrists to him.
A small smile grew on his lips. His down-turned eyes fell almost to a close. Subaru was pleased, she could see as much. Heat pooling. And he was glad to see they were understanding one another. With her clear willingness to continue, he tied two columns around both forearms, cuffing them together. He wanted to stop for a moment, admiring her bond self, but with little patience, he abandoned his idea to make a more complex tie. He moved back behind her, whispering a small request to her which got her face tucked between her clavicles and her hands in the air. He pulled onto the loose strand of rope, folding her arms above her head as he tied it to the chest’s craftsmanship.
The tension had her mind reeling, mouth finally opening to let out a soft moan at the uncomfortable stretch. As much as he loved it, it couldn’t compare with the whines as he spread her legs. Yukata bunched over her waist and leaving her panties free for him to see. A Fundoshi. He had given the idea during their previous… session. But he never expected her to go along with it and actually wear one. Almost bemused, he found himself fixated on it. Hands gliding within her inner-tights to push them further apart.
It was already damp.
“I’ll go for the legs now, okay?” Subaru blissfully ignored her aching core, folding her knees instead so he could get started. The Honour student could only pout, face flushed and hot as she cursed him in her mind. Damn him and his good manners, constantly formulating his sentences as questions as if he wasn’t tying her, submitting her to him. “I learned this new one. I hope you’ll like it.” She looked down to see what he meant, and she was greeted with an intricate design. More than the previous ones. “Futomomo” she heard him say, presumably talking about his latest learnt tie. Although her mind was tugged between marvelling at it and whether to welcome the suffocating feeling from the rope. It was too early to feel overwhelmed by so little.
“So… Are you alright?” She nodded. Already tired by the little he did despite knowing that she had more to overcome. “Then I'll tie the final pieces.” He gave her a small smile before getting up, trotting to one of the furniture by the side of the room which he opened without an ounce of hesitation. From it, he gathered two strips of satin. He showcased them for a moment, wondering about their colour, before coming back to her. He took the first strip, red, glistening under the remote light of a distant lantern.
Her vision sifted as he tied it around her head. Suddenly the throbbing of her heart, its thumping that travelled lower under her chest… But also his warmth, from his body, placed so conveniently between her bounded legs. And the slightest hump from his lower-half, grinding against hers which she wouldn’t have caught with just her eyes and anxiety clouding her brain. She picked them up so easily now. “I’ll tie the last one now, okay?” Again she nodded. Although this time she felt the need to whisper a small yes alongside.
A small humph was caught by her ears, notifying her that he had heard her answer. He made sure to vocalise it now that she couldn’t see him smiling approvingly. And with that, the last velvety strip was tied around her mouth, teeth biting onto it and leaving her voiceless.
With no moment of respite, his gloved fingers grazed her skin, cotton tracing her face until he rested his thumbs on her lower lips. Gently pulling onto them, he didn’t stay for long, heading lower. Ah… Her face heated up once again, but this time, so did the rest of her body. The caress, sizing the side of her breasts, shallowly pressing onto where her nipples rested, and continuing down until he had his hand cupping her panties. Drool gathered by the edge of her lips at the simple touch, hiss muffled by the piece of fabric.
The layers did little to attenuate the friction. The tip of his index easily spread her labia apart to lodge itself between them, rubbing alongside. “Are you getting used to it already, Honour Student?” The question came like a surprise, making her jump in surprise. Before she could cock her head to the side, confused, he pushed her torso down onto the tatami. The grip on her shoulder nearly bruising as he let his frustration out. “You used to moan and cry without me even touching your clit.” He moved the fabric of her Fundoshi to the side, accentuating his complaint by flicking his fingers on her clit.
A sharp cry came out, drowned out through the fibres. Subaru frowned, displeased that she proved his words to be right. Hips thrusting under the pain, but not rebutting it. “I’m disappointed.” He stated simply, but it came out nearly pouty to her surprise. And surprise turned into a small chuckle she tried to hide but failed miserably to do so.
When it died, she came to realise that his touch was no longer present. Her underwear still pulled aside and the frigid air teasing her poor aching core. The quietness of the room and his lack of engagement stunned her. She was nervous. Was laughing now of poor taste? She wouldn’t have expected him to stop over that. Or did something happen outside? Not that she heard anything actually, but—
Another sharp cry came out, this time becoming a moan halfway through. He had pushed a finger inside. Gloves still on and gripping onto her skin painfully. “Don’t you know when, and when not to laugh? You lack social cues.” Again, he clicked his tongue disapprovingly. Tutting at her stifled moans, he switched his attention back to his hand before removing it. He left her hole gaping for more. He observed the wetness, trying to create a bridge between his fingers. Not wet enough. He had expected more, but as he noticed, she had really gotten used to him.
“It seems like my fingers are no longer enough for you.” She shook her head. Definitely not. She just had to get a little more stimulation. If it was Subaru, she could get off just by seeing his face and hearing him belittle her. Calling her a Neanderthal. Taunting her for her stupidity. As long as she could hear the insults roll off his tongue with that rosy crazed face. So if he could just give her one more chance to atone…
The short reassurance when he placed his fingers back on her hips didn’t last long. She found herself upside down, shoulders by her head and the loose fabric of her Nekami all over her face. The sudden position didn’t allow her to move her arms, aching and screaming with pain. Although even like that, she still found it in herself, far into her mind but expanding and spreading to all her neurons… That it was enjoyable. The first time he had snapped and had her ass hot under the pain of his slap, the pleasure she felt and the door he opened to this taboo lust, was the day she found herself craving this unusual pleasure.
And the moment her clit tingled, any of her thoughts were thrown out the window. It was all but forgotten.
His tongue worked at a slow pace, carefully drawing lines to get the most out of her. The way her body jerked, grinding into his face as much as she could, thighs closing around his head to pull him lower… A smile grew on his lips, satisfied. That was the Honour student he knew. The one driven by her unusual need to get tied up and laid. The one who would stutter, all shy, then slip-up about desiring him carnally. The one thrusting her lower half for him to lap at.
“You’re like an animal.” He uttered, breathless, poking at her dignity. Yet not an ounce of playfulness hid in his words. She whined at the comment, unwanted, but the tone he picked jabbed her ego delightfully. If it was for him, she could be a dog. Following him around, him holding a leash which he would pull at whenever she was too slow, the collar she would wear crushing her trachea and larynx. Barking whenever he desired and rolling around when he ordered it. Not that he would ever allow it outside of his bedroom.
He moved his tongue away for a moment, pulling her legs apart effortlessly to take a breath. Then he went back to work her out, this time pushing inside her hole until he felt her wriggling for release. The knot in her lower stomach tightened, heat travelling to her legs. Keeping them by each side of his face was hard, especially when she couldn’t make out any feelings. They were numb, painfully so, and the ropes gnawing her skin were the only things keeping her grounded with the pain they procured.
It didn’t take long for her to come undone, fluids staining his face the more he continued to eat her out. He could allow himself to get dirty. Cum spreading along his cheeks and nose. Just for tonight. But the constant stimulation, his never ending lapping, she whimpered in hopes of getting him to stop. “What are you whining about? Can’t take as much?” He spat, replacing his tongue with his fingers again. The difference in texture did very little to ease the throbbing of her clit. Overstimulated yet crying for attention. She would whine as much as she needed until it came to a stop. Because even if he sounded annoyed, she indeed couldn’t bear with it in the long run.
“... You won’t stop.” He once again parted her legs, prying them away from him so she could rest her hips on his knees. She shook her head, and only then did he bother to displace the bottom of her yukata, still hiding her face. A small chuckle escaped him.
He removed a glove, urges calling for him to press his palm against her feverish skin. Immediately she cuddled into it. He didn’t dwell on it, allowing her this much as his lips stretched. How couldn’t he at the sight. The fabric bounding her mouth had long since then gotten wet, thinning enough for her tongue to hang out. Panting out loud with drool and snot smudged across her face.
Eh. She was cute. But there was one thing he wanted to see more than anything. It was her fucked out face as she took him in, crying and begging for him to at least slow down. “Look at yourself, you’re so dirty.” He pried her lips open, thumb crawling between her teeth for her to bite. She went one step further, sucking onto it much to his satisfaction. She was well-behaved despite how depraved—
He suddenly doubled over, face inches from hers. A memory. Of all time, it had to be now. He knew he had gotten a better hang over his stigma, but it still wasn’t quite clear when and how it would activate. Especially not with her.
That Honour student laying beneath him was more depraved than he expected. He had allowed himself to be incredibly careless. He slipped up. And he accidentally got to see her memory. One of the rare times. Especially from him. He, who always so carefully avoided direct skin contact and concentrated extra hard not to let his stigma run loose when it was with her. But instead of seeing a fragment of her troubled past or a casual moment of school like he usually did, he had to watch her in bed. They were so hard to watch, yet now, he was left biting his lips. It was better than what he usually saw. He would have certainly been disgusted with himself if it was any other time.
But right now, with her sucking his finger like she would with his cock, his judgement was clouded. In this memory, the old walls of Clementia surrounding her did very little to contain her moans as she seemed to be knuckles deep into her lust. He chuckled. How the memory seemed to go so well with the current situation. She was even moaning his name like a mantra.
He had planned to toy with her a little longer, not especially in the mood to go further. Entertaining her and blowing off the cumulated steam by hearing her moaning both in pain and unashamed pleasure. But now he could feel it. How tight his underwear felt. What a pity. Today, it’ll end earlier than expected.
She hummed questioningly as he pulled her closer. Although her confusion quickly disappeared to make once again place for her lust. The simple touch of his bulge against her drooling folds had ever squirming for more. He rarely indulged her like this. Preferring to avoid any skin contact. Surely a habit from his life as a prominent personality and his stigma.
“Look at you. Is that all you ever want in life?” Subaru undid his sash and obi, allowing his kimono to fall open so he could reach his pants. She could feel his hands moving around, knocking onto her clit once or twice as he popped open the buttons. He was so mean. Teasing her like that when he knew that she was still riding the high of her climax. “That’s fucking disgusting.” He scoffed, lining his cock with her entrance.
Without bothering to announce anything, he pushed himself in, hissing nearly immediately at the tightness. Her walls felt incredibly warm, more so than her face. As for her, she helplessly pulled on her bonds, trying to get more friction from where he rested, motionless. The only thing she earned was a slap against her ass. A cry left her, with no time to process the pain before his hips slammed into the bruise.
Not before long, she became a crying mess. And to further antagonise her, the ribbon tied around her mouth was snatched. Her wails the only thing available to comfort herself. Between the never-ending pain and the over-stimulation, she had little to focus on except for the drag of his cock that bullied its way further inside her. It was too much. Way too much. Subaru was too much for her to handle. She nearly regretted it, coming to him whenever she felt like having sex, but God did she always feel nostalgic once she was back in her dorm, all alone.
The way her insides twisted, accommodating him and getting her drunk on this feeling… How was she supposed to let go of it? And even when he talked her down, face in the crook of her neck and whispering all the insults and degradations he had built over the week from pent up frustration, she could only get more excited.
Groans soon replaced his words. Only able to shush her by doing so. As much as he loved to hear her moaning and begging, walls weren’t the thickest in this dorm. The traditional building gave just enough privacy for a student’s daily life. Not built to withstand the Honour student’s cries as she clung to his cock desperately. If he didn’t know any better, he’d thought she had a little more stamina left. But he knew to hit the right angle. Driving her closer to the edge that had her body twitching restlessly.
“You came again.” She felt him kissing her neck, the snarl he previously wore fading away. Despite her voice being acquired back, she only nodded repeatedly. As if it would ease her insides, pulling him deeper despite the ache. At this rate, he, too, would follow suit. Not that he was ashamed, watching as she bit her lips. The ripples of her climax still shook her body and she tried hard not to let her voice go higher than needed. Only the distant call of his name made it through her lips.
“I— I think I’m going to…” He tried to warn. He straightened his chest, taking hold of her bounded legs to get a better grip. His thrusts, despite being harder, stuttered. His own end was coming. But before the coil could burst, he pulled out. Instead, her stomach was painted with his cum. The white droplets glistening against the warm light of the room.
The two students came to a stop, breath heavy as the sound of the rain came back and invaded the room. Subaru closed his eyes, head thrown back as he gathered his strength and the situation at hand. As for her, she merely wriggled. “Su’.” She called with pouty lips. Unlike him who was basking in the aftermath, she didn't quite leave her high. “You know you could do it inside?” He lowered his face, eyes widening for a moment. She was trying to act all cute with her hands bound behind her head and spread legs, the yukata still half worn.
He chuckled, hand failing to hide his smile. “I would love to.” He started, before his eyes fell with disappointment. She only blinked back, senses coming back to her before a short giggle left her lips. He was adorable. Wrecking his nerves trying to find the perfect explanation as to why he couldn't. Doing his best not to disappoint her…
Kabuki actors, like all entertainers, couldn't just date around. And Kabuki families still held many traditions from back then. She wasn't sure if Subaru's family would look at her nicely even if he were to present her as a common friend.
But she didn't mind the strictness. “I was joking, don't think too hard about it.” He nodded solemnly as an answer, which had her twisting on his lap for his attention. He couldn’t look so gloomy now, not after they just cummed together. It would sour the mood. “Can you come closer? I…” She looked to the side despite her request, failing to find the right words. They only came out as murmurs, too low for him to catch.
It was awkward. Yes they had just fucked, but… She stopped to take a deep breath, gathering her thoughts before turning back to the Dorm Head. “...I want you to kiss me.” She still whispered, although this time louder, just enough for his ears to turn red with embarrassment. Once again, his head bobbed in agreement, his gloved hand moving the hair from stuck to her face before leaning in.
His lips hung above hers for a moment, swallowing an excess of spit. And once done, he eventually dared to press a kiss, melting against her the moment they touched. The bitterness from the sweat on her skin didn’t bother him, tongue prying her lips open to feel more of her. Vague memories flooded in, moments from her life that he didn’t bother to remember flashing at the back of his mind. But with her taste, invading his senses, he didn’t mind it. Or make sense of them actually. The simple image of hers was enough to leave him panting.
But as he parted away, catching his breath. Her voice rung in the quiet room. “Also… Could you untie me? It's starting to hurt.”
Was held back at work along with a coworker, they complained that they'd be late for a date when I was just annoyed bc I was excited to have some ice cream and strawberry milk at home... I'm feeling pretty lonely
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Hii, started this fic a while ago. Pretty self-indulgent, but the updates are slow since I'm limited when it comes to writing and have many projects aside. Not mentioning my cruel lack of proficiency in English, which seems to dwindle with each passing years.
I'd still like to share as much as I can of this longfic since I have many ideas that I'd love to share, even if it reaches only one person out there
A/N: I finally finished this series after 3 years? Chapter was supposed to be longer, but short might be better? I do have more ideas for the story so I'm not sure...
Whole series has been partially rewritten and updated on AO3
• F!Reader; Silver
•〔 ！ 〕 Grammatical errors; not proofread
She sprung up, view blurry and mind fuzzy, as if she had freshly woken up from a nightmare. Her forehead was throbbing with pain, and the vague attention she gave to it didn’t last as she instead focused on her surroundings. It was undeniably her room, the patch of light from the furniture reflecting the soft greenish light enough for her to make out the familiar shapes. But they were covered in thorns, dark and sharp. And as she followed their forms, eyes roaming from from the wall before her to the bed, tattered and sprinkled with holes from the thorns she had moved when when she had woken up, she noticed the hand resting by her thigh. The gauntlet like a stain in this dark room.
Silver looked down at her from where he stood, aurora coloured eyes lidded and sunken with remorse and worries. It had taken her a few seconds before she had recognised him. The bright armour was unfamiliar, and so was that shade of blonde hair, but it did not feel out of place. He was a soldier, and nearly looked prince-like now. So she called out his name, voice croaked and weary as if it hadn’t been used in days. And as an answer to her meek call, his hands clasped each of her cheeks, cradling her face as if she would break under the coldness of his iron gloves.
It was definitely Silver, looking worse than she had seen before, but still as gentle and caring, and even if the whole situation was still left for her to guess, at least having him here softened the pounding of her heart. He eventually sat down, and still holding her face, brought her closer for their lips to meet. The kiss was chaste and short, making her wonder about the turmoil that seemed to be boiling inside him, but had no time to express it. Before she could, his head fell on her shoulder.
“Silver?” She muttered curiously, feeling his nose graze the junction to her neck and the unfamiliar blonde locks tickling her skin. And after she spoke, his shoulders jerked up in small spasms and his sniffles quickly resonated. She didn’t know what she had missed, why her friend who usually stood so strong, was now reduced to this small boy crying his heart out as he hugged her body close to him. But she knew that she couldn’t leave him like that, even if she was magicless. Even if she was just a powerless human.
“Why are you crying? I’m sure it can be fixed.” Her fingers combed through his hair, playing with the gold-like tresses as if to appease both him and her. Because she feared what had happened to break him this bad. It didn’t seem to work, her small whispers falling into deaf ears as he shook his head as if disagreeing with her. But he still broke away from her touch, straightening his back and smudging his tears in an attempt to dry them. She helped him, her thumbs carefully wiping off the wetness still left fresh against his cheeks, and once done she pulled him closer to her, pressing yet another kiss to his lips.
“I need to get you down.” His usually soft voice was rough from his sore throat as he gave her a sudden instruction. She wanted to ask why, question the urgentness, the place she was at, the thorns. Although when she met eyes with him, still wet and threatening to launch yet another wave of tears with the right trigger, she knew better than to talk. If it’s him, then she can trust anything he said. So she nodded, pulling her body out of the blanket and looking out for any of the thorns as she stood up.
Only when she saw the gown she wore, fabric light and floating around her, and its dark colour, she was reminded of the one who gave it to her. Right. Before she fell asleep Malleus was with her. He had dressed her up then held her hand as unconsciousness showed its claws, dragging her into sleeping. There were also those thorns, but she was certain that it was part of her imagination. Although seeing her room now… There was also this strange dream, that usual dream whenever someone overblots. But surely Malleus hadn’t overblot, he seemed fine the last she saw him. So she shook her head, flinging away any of the ridiculous ideas blooming in her mind, before turning to Silver as a sign to tell her she was ready. He nodded back at her, crossing the room with no care about getting hurt with the armour he wore. But instead of going directly through the door, he made a detour to grab her, hoisting her up as she laid in his arms.
She was grateful he had done so, because instead of the corridor of her now-not-so-ramschackled dorm, staircases stood before her, spiralling behind a wall and a distant light illuminating the steps. They were covered in thorns, razor sharp and glimmering mischievously as if taunting her for her lack of foot wear. Immediately they were crushed, Silver making his way down with no care, as if they were never obstacles meant to slow him down to begin with.
And from there started their long way down what she could only guess was a tower. A long trek where mostly silent reigned beside the clacking iron and the burning fire from the flame illuminating their walk once in a while. She didn’t know what to think, where even was she supposed to begin with? But her questions were soon answered by Silver.
“Do you remember the party?” A party? She tried to remember to no avail. And before her confusion he continued. “Back then, the party for… Lilia’s departure.” It brought more questions than anything. Lilia had no reasons to leave. He seemed more content here than when he was busy switching between war and making ice cream for Malleus.
“Did something happen to Lilia and Malleus?” She knew she shouldn’t ask, that they surely were the cause of his anguish, but she couldn’t help as he had mentioned Lilia. And immediately he fell back into a silent walk, continuing as if he had never heard her question to begin with. That must be it, she assumed. If he refused to answer, then she had no reason to push him to. His lack of response was enough.
So Malleus overblotted. Something happened to Lilia. And for some reason, he needed her to help him through it. As if a magic-less student could do anything against a dragon.
Small idea, might never write, but Leona X reader with the same dynamic as Lakan and Fengxian. (F!reader in mind for this specific scenario)
Leona is forced into a political marriage but his wife/reader has never shown her face. She spends most of her days inside her own bedroom, hiding behind the curtains of her canopy bed.
He eventually discovers that she's unbeatable when it comes to board games and he can't help but fall in love/obsess the more he seeks her out in hopes to finally win.
Don't know how it goes after that, could be fluff, could be dark content. I just watched Apothecary Diaries and I liked the idea of Leona having an s/o who shares his love for chess and pushes him into the competitive side he tries to keep low-key.
Here are some scenarios I've written last year, I've compiled them in one big post. First 2 are slightly NSFW and have been tagged accordingly
Ruggie x reader intended
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Old woman 1: Oh my, such hardworking kids!
Old woman 2: *nodding* Working so early in the morning!
MC and Ruggie on trash duty outside: *talking with each other while changing the trash bags*
MC: How big is Leona's dick?
Ruggie: What are you talking about?
MC: Trying to see if he's worth hitting on.
Ruggie: Even if you did he wouldn't look at you.
MC: Then what about yours?
Ruggie: Leona is about 18cm minimum. But by roughly looking at his clothes size, it must be
bigger.
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Old woman 1: Here they are again! And still working.
Old woman 2: I can only wonder what motivates such young people to work hard.
MC and Ruggie, on trash duty outside: *picking up trash along the street*
MC: There are times I wish I was a man.
Ruggie: Why? Do you feel uncomfortable in your body?
MC: I want to stack donuts on my dick like those games at the fair.
Ruggie: ... Why?
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MC: Hello, welcome to X, how can I help y—
MC: O-Oh, hi Leona…
Leona: Ruggie's here?
MC: Yeah… In the back… I'll get him for you…
Coworker 1: Damn, I've never seen someone sigh so dreamily.
Coworker 2: Weren't they into Ruggie?
Coworkers: *Watching Leona dragging Rugfie away from his shift*
Coworker 1: I think I understand MC.
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Ruggie: Stop squirming, it’s hard to keep still!
MC: It’s too big, how the hell did it manage to enter before?
Ruggie: Oh come on, we don't have all day.
MC: You're still getting paid. Wait until I get the screen fixed.
Ruggie, with MC sitting on his shoulders: ...
Ruggie: Ah, Is that Leona coming in?
MC: ??!!
MC: *fixes the cable and gets down*
Ruggie: Or not, I mistook the customer for him.
MC: Did you just...?
Ruggie: I probably did shishishiMc: …
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*Ruggie and MC, waiting for the fries to be done*MC: You know, you should totally come by my place someday
Ruggie: I'm not doing it with you.
MC: Fyi I'm into that hot guy bullying you, not you.
Ruggie, suspicious: ...
MC: I thought about you since they give free food once in a while and—
Ruggie: I'm doing it with you.
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Co-worker: *calls for MC*
MC: ?
Co-worker: Someone's asking for you at the drive thru!
MC: Don't tell me it's Cater again...
MC, opening the window: Cater I swear to God if you keep coming I-
Riddle: I'm glad to have been able to catch you during work MC.
Cater, in the passenger seat: Yo~
Riddle: Although I'd certainly like to know at which frequency he's coming here to get you so annoyed?
Cater: Come ooon Riddle, is that important?
Riddle: I'm surely worrying about your health.
MC: He just comes about, like, everyday I'm working?
MC: And just for some small stuff like coffee or ice cream. At least make my salary worth something.
Cater: As if you mind me brightening up your days~
MC: I do.
Riddle: And I'll make sure to supervise you after I'm done paying you back.
Cater: ~◇♪
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MC, wearing the headset: Welcome to X, what can I get for you—
MC: Cater? Seriously?
Cater, leaning over the car's window: MC~ Can you see me on the camera?
MC: I always do.
Cater: *blows a kiss*
MC: *ignoring him* Didn't Riddle say that he'd monitor you?
Cater: He's still not done paying me back sooo~
MC: What is that story about paying you back? Is that why he ordered 50 bucks worth of food yesterday?
Cater: Hmm yeaah
MC: You're evil.
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Co-worker 1, from afar: MC looks sad.
Co-worker 2, nodding: Maybe because Ruggie is not working today?
Manager, coming from outside: *laughing*
Co-worker 1: Something happened?
Manager: Well, Ruggie is here and—
MC: *rushes outside*
Manager: ???
Co-worker 2: Told you it was because of Ruggie.
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Co-worker: *coming to work with their kids during their day off*
MC and Ruggie: *watching the rest of their co-workers cooing at the kids*
MC: Isn't it cute? One day, you and I will both have kids too.
Ruggie: I won't have kids with you.
MC: I meant the two of us having kids on our own, but I won't mind having one with you.
Ruggie: What do you want to do later?
MC: In the long run? I don't know as long as I win enough money to live. But later today I'd love a burger.
Ruggie: Bleh lame. I’m not having any kids with those ambitions.
MC: Rude.
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MC: I can't believe he ditched me! Once I catch Leona I'm—
MC: *collides with an elderly woman*
MC: I'm sorry ma'am! Please let me help you.
MC: Winter is coming, here's my scarf, to keep you warm.
MC: Do you have any relatives to pick you up? The weather is getting awful.
MC: Are you heading home? Your bag seems heavy. Let me help you.
Elderly woman: Such a talkative person, but thank you for your help.
Elderly woman, arriving home: Thank you again.
MC: Please, there's no need, I was just helping.
Ruggie: Ah grandma you're here! I was looking everywhere and—
Ruggie: MC?
MC: Ruggie? Uh?
Ruggie's grandma: So you're that MC, aren't you the sweetest!
MC: UH?
Ruggie: Grandma don't say it like that, it'll sound weird.
MC: UHH???
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MC: *bagging an Uber order*
MC: What kind of psychopath mixes all ice cream toppings at once?
Coworker: Oh this guy. Orders the same thing every weekend, you'll get used to it.
Ortho, entering Idia's room: *holds uber bag* You should eat healthy food, this is not good for you.
Idia, mumbling: As if you allow me to order more than I usually do…
*Note falls from the bag*
Note: Lame tastes bozo
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MC: *unpacks their lunch box during break time*
Ruggie, passing by: Not eating junk food today?
MC: Mmh gets boring
Ruggie: Smells familiar tho, where have you gotten that?
MC: Your grandmother insisted on paying me back, she's lovely by the way!
Ruggie: W-What?!
MC: I'm passing by your house tomorrow, make sure to be here and let's not miss each other ♥
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Manager: What did you do? Again?
MC: I'm innocent.
Manager: Remember the order you packed yesterday?
MC: I packed lot of things, can't remember them all
Manager: The note?
MC: Oh that. I was trying to be cringe, no biggie
Manager: Well try to be “cringe” elsewhere, if they sue us like they threatened to, you're first to go
MC: And can you imagine, all that just because I said “Rip Bozo”!
Ruggie: Try not to crash my job, plus being called *that* by *you*, I understand them.
MC: Hey.
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Ruggie & MC: *walking out of their shifts together*
*Snows outside*
MC, surprised: It's snowing! The last time it snowed was more than a decade ago.
Ruggie: Is that so? It looks like a place that regularly gets snow tho.
MC: Mmh I guess so. But it's beautiful, isn't it.
Ruggie: Well it's kinda—
Ruggie: *yelps with sudden realisation*
Ruggie: I need to get home! See ya tomorrow.
MC: Uh... See you.
MC: Ah, I missed the right timing.
Ruggie's grandma: You're here early, are you not staying outside today? It's a nice weather to walk with friends.
Ruggie: Aren't you cold?
Ruggie's grandma: Don't worry, here it's warm, what about that friend you made at work?
Ruggie: MC? They were heading back to their home I think.
Ruggie's grandma, murmuring disappointedly: “You” think?
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MC: *working in a narrow space*
Ruggie: *puts his hand on MC's waist as he tries to pass behind*
MC: *turns around*
Ruggie: ?
MC: What are we?
Ruggie: What—
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Riddle: I'm not certain that I'm ready...
MC: What is there to be scared of? A first time should always be celebrated!
Riddle: But—
Trey: He's right, maybe that we should wait for another time?
Cater: Come ooon~ It's not like he's going to die.
Riddle: With the amount of calories, I sure am scared of dying before my due date.
MC, pushing him inside: Dramatic much. I just want you to eat at my work place at least once.
Riddle, frowning: Are the hygiene criteria even reached? It smells bad and the trash is full. And—
MC: Cater, I'm never doing that ever again.
I like the idea of an insatiable Kalim who wants a lot of kids/a large family of his own like his father. Written in 1 hour before getting discouraged, don't mind me
• F!Reader; Kalim
•〔 ！ 〕Smut; breeding kink?; grammatical errors; not proofread
• 1.3K words
“L-Lord Kalim!” She called out in a meek voice, but it proved to be a useless plea that never truly reached his ears.
His hips rolled onto hers with quite the insistence, leaving her clueless and drenched with her own sweat as her body reached new temperatures. The way his cock dragged against the crevice between her legs… Even the layers of clothes separating them from one another were fruitless before his frantic, instincts-driven action.
He wanted it, now. The delicious taste of her flesh coaxing him deeper into his lust, the one eating him inside out and flushing his skin to a light reddish colour. He wanted to taste it, to devour it. It was his one and only selfish wish, one that not even Jamil or his close relatives could try to pry away from him. Once he had tasted it, the hunger never went away, and the gravity of this sin, of such a carnal desire, never quite settled in his mind.
She was right here, preparing a new set of pillows for the night since the previous ones had already lost their volume and softness after a mere week, almost as if teasing and tempting him to delve deeper into this need constantly scratching the back of his mind as a cry for attention. He was not one to settle for less than desired. An innocent habit that had his retainer fuming with anger and made her nearly tear up under the attention. Or was it because of his restlessness? Only the Great Seven knew, and she would rather let them know than to tell anyone else about how a small part of her truly enjoyed his clueless mind as he would rough her up for hours on end.
“A-Ah please stay, I'll be quick! I swear!” A meaningless response coming from him. She knew better than to trust him when he begged for it under the guise that it would be ‘quick’. She was tempted to roll her eyes, but buried her face into the crook of her arms, hands still tightly gripping the side of his canopy bed, the moment she felt his hands discarding her skirt and grazing her flaming hot skin. All this dry humping didn't miss the chance to make her more sensible under his touch.
They were in for yet another full night of him plowing inside her with how pent up he looked. Kalim’s stamina was actually something she feared, not that she would ever admit it out, as it was not the first time he had come to her and convinced her into having sex with him. But at this point it felt like mating, and the word made her shiver with a certain distaste. His father's love for these… nightly activities were not unheard of, if anything they were out for everyone to see, because who had more than thirty children?! And Kalim seemed to have inherited this very trait that made him as insatiable.
Her knuckles turned white as his leisure strokes between her wet thighs picked in speed, rocking her body back and forth and threatening to have her fall into the bed head first, his body following suit and crushing her under his weight. He might be cute, but his usual caring nature flew out the window the moment his dick got wet, and she had taken the habit of cursing him in a long distant ephemeral voice in her mind whenever he got too carried away. She would not let herself become a simple sex toy for him to cuddle until she heaved for a single intake of air, not again!
Although such convictions were hard to keep when he clumsily pushed against her clit in an attempt to gain more friction. Damn him. Damn this amazing man and his just as amazing cock drooling joyfully between her labia as he finally decided that it was time for him to fill her. Or feel her perhaps? The only thing she could think about was no longer his devilish-like stamina coming to bully her, but how he would soon help her with the growing ache inside her lower stomach.
Kalim! Oh sweet Kalim, she wanted to call out, but her voice became void the moment it reached her lips, the sharp thrusts inside her cunt morphing her thoughts into cutesy stars dancing in her eyes. She could only beg for him to go harder against her, and when he inevitably led their bodies tumbling into the sheets — the one thing she didn't want to happen merely minutes ago — she happily writhed under his even harsher administrations.
What is it that he was calling for with that distant voice of his? A child? Children? For her to become a mother? She knew better than to agree to such things with her status, although it seemed that he knew, or at least had a rough guess, about her weakness. That with a cock inside her, she became nothing more than a toy answering all his questions with that annoyingly euphoric, and almost drunken-like, tone. He wanted a child? Sure, as long as he would continue to plow inside her! Two? Whatever, she just needed him!
She might act like she was cautious at all times, and even critical of this airhead who had learnt to cherish life so dearly after so many assassination attempts, but she was no better than him. He might be a sucker for sex, lusting whenever he heard even the slightest innuendos at a party or felt the tiniest touch against his thigh when he got dressed up by some random servants, yet she was the fool always succumbing. Would she follow Kalim if he jumped off a bridge? She didn't know, but she was certain that if he jumped in his bed, she would follow him in a heartbeat.
Face crushed in a pillow, and his hand on the back of her throat as a leverage as his other hand kept her hips up for him to thrust into, she felt the crawling heat stealing away any sensation within her legs. They felt weak, terribly so, and she was thankful that he was there to anchor her, muffled moans leaving the spit drenched fabric as a mean to thank him.
Quickly though, at least faster than she would have liked, she felt the spasms coming into waves, from her cunt all the way up to her arms. Cumming was still such a foreign feeling that left both her mind blank and body aching with a sense of loss. Where was this feeling bubbling up inside her, and why did it disappear so easily? Not even Kalim’s continuous thrusts, as he tried to tilt over the edge too, managed to make up for this. Instead, her shallow melancholia mixed with a pleasurable pain that stretched her climax.
It didn't take long for him to come, his seed warming her insides as if to comfort her. It felt like there was more than usual, and the thought of getting pregnant appeared, but only stayed for a second. It disappeared the moment he removed his cock from her hole and sent his cum tumbling outside. But it was still hard. His cock she meant. It was still hard, and the moment he took her hips, turning her around for him to face her, she knew that he was not done. He never was, one single round not enough to satiate him.
Kalim's eyes were teary and matched his heavy breaths as he guided himself back inside her with no thoughts about even letting her rest for a moment. His short snow-like coloured hair stuck to his sweaty forehead, and so did his eyelashes as they batted and brushed against his hot reddish cheeks, trying to engrave the sight of her naked self in his memory.
Fuck, she just wanted to change these damn pillows of his.
A/N: Not me remembering halfway through the writing that Deuce is really shy around girls uuh And as usual, I got stuck halfway through it because I'm dumb and rushed the smut because I had enough of struggling with it >:(
Ace was mindlessly grumbling with acknowledgement at each of his current potionology partner's criticism, not caring one bit of the way Deuce was condemning him fooling around with the prefect with a shaky and awkward tone —if he had taken the time to look at him, he would've seen the blush painting his whole face red as he tried to keep up the persona of a model student. It was out of character coming from the red-haired, him, who was already known throughout his dorm, despite the year having just started, for teasing the poor Spade whom he always hung out with for one reason or another.
Across the room, switching her attention over to the teacher quite regularly to see if he ever approached as to warn her own partner who was lazing on their shared desk, the prefect of the Ramshackle dorm was stirring the ingredients of the potion with great care, the color slowly switching from a dark and desaturated blue to a beautiful pastel green. She seemed to be pretty focused as she didn't appear to feel the eyes of her friend burning holes inside her back. Was he even a friend? What was he to her? What should she call him? There was nothing official between them, no feelings for them to be dating and, yeah they had sex the day before and a few hours back, first thing in the morning at that, but could she really call him her sex friend? She didn't know if they were even friends! He was kind of overbearing, especially when mocking her. She couldn't forget the many comments he would make, which would always hit bullseye, directly stirring up her insecurities. He was also intimidating in more ways than one, and she didn't see herself constantly seeking sex with someone she was kind of scared of in the near future.
Anyhow, she seemed to lack some basic and common instincts as she was blissfully unaware of the boy that was looking at her up and down, watching the small trail of cum dripping along her leg, which made her softly squirm as she discreetly moved to wipe it off with the hem of her skirt. He eventually sighed as he pushed himself off his desk before turning around on his chair, finally facing Deuce who was still going on and on about how his and the prefect's actions were not to be done on school ground, especially not in a prestigious school like the one they were attending, and that they should at least hide it and learn not to mix their school life with their private one.
"Why you' so obsessed with me and the prefect? You're jealous?" It was meant to be a playful teasing, just a tiny little one meant to stop him from uselessly blabbering his mouth off to him over an irrelevant scolding. But the sight of the blushing boy, only now seeing the horrible flushing on his face, made Ace stop dead in his tracks, his boyish smile fading away too quickly for it to be casual. Hey, that's not how it was supposed to go, Loosey-Deucey was meant to be pissed, to defend himself from the baseless accusation he had made out of boredom, not caught in the middle of an awkward truth. "Wait you seriously are?" And Deuce turned a shade darker as he immediately forgot about the potion at hand to, instead, shake his head from side to side as a denial. But Ace was no fool.
The blue haired boy immediately went back to his cauldron as he saw it turning to the wrong shade, the stream of red coming in the clear indicator that something bad was building up. "N-No, why would I want to do… t-that with the prefect?" He was now hyper focused on the greenish gooey liquid as it gained its color back. Ace raised an eyebrow at the fragile tone Deuce had taken. He didn't know who he was trying to convince (the red-haired or himself), but no one would have been with this voice.
So instead, he turned back towards his desk, resting his head on his forearm once again as he looked over the girl who was still doing all the group's work. She was pitiful, getting bullied so easily despite Crewel's warning towards her classmates that they should not even think about doing it, and he felt his heart acting up which made him bury his face in his crossed arms. Somehow, it annoyed him. The prefect had opened up to him first. Why would Deuce be interested in her? And what if all those bullies would, one day, also come to see the person hidden behind her title as the "magicless student who entered NRC out of pity when they had to work their asses off"? Even if it was an unrealistic outcome in his agenda, the simple thought somehow irritated him even more. "Fuck, it's annoying." He mumbled under his breath, his voice being drowned out by the students around him who rushed to finish their work as the end of the class was nearing.
His mind turned off as the tiredness from fooling around so early in the morning and not getting a wink of sleep finally hit him like a truck, and unfortunately for him, closing his eyes brought his downfall. What he felt was a few seconds had turned out to have been minutes. He didn't even managed to get a restful sleep as the only thing playing in his mind was a fuzzy memory of the girl's lips wrapped around his cock, before the sound of the teaching pointer hitting the desk standing right before the black board smeared with white chalk that were now embed in it (and would be clean clear overnight by a ghost) made him jump awake.
A small smirk was on Crewel's carefully painted face, which was the sign that a great disaster was incoming. "Good. Some of you puppies have a nice training coming along. Although for the rest..." His tone, satisfied at first, dropped low. A frown replaced the smile across his lips as his stick was waved in the air, a small trail of a gold-like powder following the shapes he was making before sending it slamming against the chalkboard, the powder crashing and turning to dust in an eye-catching show. As it disappeared, the lines he had made were now stuck on the board, and it turned out to be the names of quite a few students in the class. "The dogs whose names are here, stay. The other may run around." And Ace knew he was in deep trouble when he saw his name among the list.
Not so surprisingly though, neither Deuce's nor the prefect's name were there, which quickly made him guess what he did wrong as he complained to his partner who was already packing his stuff. But Deuce had none of it and he made sure to quickly tell him off. What did he want him to do? Advocate Ace by telling the teacher that he wasn't actually sleeping when the entire class saw him doing so? No, it was his long awaited lunch break and he wanted to eat. It wasn't his problem anyway, Ace could deal with the consequences, he had learnt, after the chandelier incident, that he should probably leave some people to handle their own problems. Especially if it was Ace Trappola. And that was also retribution for the shameless statement he made, implying that he, the model student that he was, wanted to do the deed with the Prefect.
And the red-haired dropped his head, going back to crossing his arms and resting on them, watching everyone but the selected students leave while loudly commenting about the menu of the day. Quite fast, his attention went back to the prefect, and a mocking huff from the back of his throat left his closed mouth. Just like Deuce, she was putting her notebooks away, diligently standing up and going towards the door without sparing a glance to her partner. He wasn't one to believe in superstition, but karma was truly doing its job. Her partner who had dumped all the group's work on her was also forced to stay and he looked absolutely devastated. He didn't know which dorm held this purple and red arm band he had, but it seemed like he would be in for a nice scolding by his dorm head (not like he didn't share the same fate). It wasn't a victory for her per say, but at least some of the students in the class would learn not to bring down the magicless student so openly if it meant being punished by the scary alchemy teacher.
She stopped in her tracks at one point, her head dropping to the side as she looked at Ace questionably. He was surprised when he saw her patiently waiting as if waiting for an answer. Did she… want to eat with him? It wasn't the implicit question that threw him off guard, but the fact that she had somehow found the courage to ask him about something, which he realized she hadn't done ever since they had met. And by the way she was fidgeting, it seemed that she was very much stressed about asking him this. So he put on the one smile he knew would get her not to worry about him rejecting her offer, the one that popular guys usually sported and would make girls squeal like those in a stereotyped teenage show, as he waved her off.
She immediately smiled back and nodded, turning around and walking towards Deuce. The two of them talked a bit —it was more of a one-sided conversation where she uttered a word or two and he answered awkwardly with a nod, but Ace was too paranoid at this point— as the last few students exited and Ace could see her smiling sheepishly at the blue haired boy before they left together. And oh was he pissed. She and the idiot who can't even put two and two together hanging out for lunch? His face morphed to greet yet another frown as he almost started to regret napping during his class, but he was Ace, the troublemaker who had never felt bad about any troublemaking before. Still, he at least hoped for the teacher to start whatever he wanted to say so that he could crash the little "date" the two were having.
And thankfully his wish was heard as Crewel immediately slammed the pointer in his hand once the last student had left. "Now, it seems like I should teach you puppies about discipline all over again. You may think I didn't see you, but that's taking me for a fool." Each of the people present were carefully scanned by his slitted eyes. He made sure to look at them personally, one after one squeaking under his gaze, before eventually pointing the closest to him. "You first. Stealing a potion, how idiotic of you."
And Ace knew that he was in for a looong ride if he was scolding and humiliating them one at the time. He probably wouldn't even have the time to eat at this rate. At least now he knew which teacher he shouldn't mess with.
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She started to eat her main dish, softly blowing on the hot potato stuck on her fork to cool it down before plopping it in her mouth. She tried to play off her mouth burning up (she didn't blow enough-) and breathed out in hopes of reducing the heat, but she could still hear the snickers of the students around as some of them were making comments about her eating like a starved dog or whatever dehumanizing and shameful thing their imagination could muster.
Eating at the cafeteria was a nightmare. She knew that upon setting foot there, she would have been assaulted by cold glares, a lot of mocking and teasing, but she didn't think it would be this bad. Not only that, but Deuce had also disappeared somewhere while she was filling up her own tray full of food, the ghosts serving her were grinning to the point that she could make out their gums as they handed her more than a normal portion. Was it out of sympathy, she didn't know, but it made her heart beat faster as she clumsily tried to bow down gratefully. She could feel the tears welling up as she received one of the very few kind gestures she had ever received since she ended up here. It was overwhelming, even if no-one could understand why her eyes had turned glossy. The ghosts were quick to make her straighten her back up as some students waiting for their turn behind were yelling at her to move out the way already.
She had rushed off to a table in one the corners of the room after a last grateful thank, starting to eat as she came to realize that no-one was sitting around her. They had all kept a distance big enough to fit at least two to three persons on the bench. At least she wouldn't have to worry about the noise… or that was what she thought until more students flocked in, still keeping the 3 seats distance improvised rule, and loudly made comments about her. So she tried to drown them out by eating the plates before her, which wasn't all that successful, but was the only thing she could do. Sure she had a phone she had snuck inside her skirt's pocket as Crowel had demanded for her to only use it for emergencies, but not only was it off-limits in a place that people could ell on her, but she had also forgotten to charge it and didn't want to use whatever left she had of her battery. And it's not like she could just barge next to them, demanding that they would stop spreading meaningless rumors or else… or else what? She was weak. She didn't know how to talk, was insecure, and the thought of one of them standing up, red with anger as they would scream their head off back at her, or even physically take it upon themselves to reprimand her, was enough to make tears prick her eyes. If she was at least half as confident as Ace or Deuce, none of this would have ever happened.
As she was still struggling to chew the hot potato in her mouth, the sound of a tray being put next to hers made her jump slightly, the sound of the metal cutlery clinging suddenly bringing her out of her thoughts. She looked over to see who it was, and low and behold, it was Deuce, wearing an apologetic look as he sat next to her. "I-It's not taken, right?" Taken? The seat? She shook her head, pointing out that all those around her were all free to be used. A relieved sigh left his lips before he straightened his neck with an unnatural and almost unheard laugh and jumped on the food. "I'm sorry for taking so long… I didn't know what to pick between carbonara and sautéed chicken…" She looked over at his plate to see that he had gone for the chicken.
She hummed in acknowledgement, "it looks tasty" she said before continuing with her own dish. Much like what she had done, he looked at what she had taken, curious by the fact that she had taken such a warm dish when the summer heat was still there. And trying to bring up some kind of conversation, and to maybe try and fight the way he would just freeze up in front of a girl, he repeated what he said out loud. "Why did I choose a potato gratin? It just… feels home for some reason." And it just reminded Deuce that the prefect was not only magicless, but also pretty much suffered from memory loss.
His curiosity growing, Deuce asked against any good judgment about her world. "Did you… forget everything about your homeland? His question was clumsy, and most certainly could have triggered someone, but the girl was pretty much okay with it. While it did feel weird to be asked that, it also made her all giddy to be able to exteriorise all these pent up feelings and the confusion about this entire situation.
"I remember nearly everything about my world, but when it comes to the memories about my own life and my family, except for general information, it's all blank." As if it was nothing, she picked another potato as Deuce had frozen at what she had said. Her circumstances were peculiar, and most importantly, he couldn't help but pity her. Remembering nearly everything except your own life? It sounded like something that someone could go mad about. "I have a mom, siblings, I'm one of the middle children, and I didn't have many relatives to interact with so it was mostly us."
"I-I'm sorry, I can't even imagine myself forgetting my mom…" He sighed as he looked at the food on his plate with a contemplative look. Yeah, he truly felt bad for her, maybe that it was his model student persona acting up, but he knew that he would have never felt this emotion before, not during his delinquent day. When he felt a hand grazing his blazer, he stiffened up, stopping dead in the act of munching his food as he started losing all the colors on his face.
He could see it from the corner of his eyes, her fingers tentatively flexing against his arm as she smiled at him. "Thank you for asking, although it's hard to miss something you can't even remember." He slowly turned his face to meet the girl's eyes, but she had already gone back to her plate. Her hand still on his arm. "Still, the nostalgia feels good, so I wanted to indulge it as much as I could. Thank you for asking."
Although she looked cool on the outside, a small smile clinging to her lips as potatoes after potatoes were stuffed in her mouth, she was internally confused. She had never spoken so much since she'd left this godforsaken coffin and it felt weird, and it's not like she had even gone on a tirade or any long monologue. She knew that it was because of Deuce who was acting much more shyly than her at the moment —her sisterly instincts taking over her despite how the boy was intimidating her, which forced her to take the role of the most extroverted and the leader of the conversation.
But the moment was cut short when she heard someone laughing, their voice breaking the atmosphere as she quickly removed her hands from Deuce's arm, much to his sadness. And the question that has been sitting at the corner of her mind suddenly sprung back. "Also I really wanted to ask," He nodded like a broken robot would, the movement unnatural and in short motion. "Do you not mind sitting with me?" He blinked once, twice, before his eyes eventually met hers.
She looked meek, fragile even, just like how he had found her when he had finally gotten his food. Not only was he strangely attracted to her, but she had also looked sick, with her dropping eyes and pale skin. His mind was racing with different ideas before he had cooly sat down next to her in the most casual way he could. Despite the way his heart was acting around her, he wasn't one to let a friend down, especially not when they looked down. "Uh, I should?" They both stared at each other, confused by his answer. Answering a question with a question? He coughed a bit as his cheeks were once again dusted with a light pinkish tone. "You looked sick, I don't know if it's because the classes were hard this morning, so of course I came. And you asked me to eat with you." More like she asked if they could eat together, but the phrasing didn't faze her one bit. If anything, something else caught her attention.
So he didn't see how everyone was sending her daggers with their eyes and how much it affected her. It turned out that he was more clueless than what she had previously thought, and it sparked off a giggle, one that she tried really hard to keep at bay so as to not offend Deuce. But he saw how her shoulders were staggering, the unnatural movement causing him to worry once again. "Are you okay?" It was the last straw for her who was trying so hard to keep it together. She bursted out laughing, tears building up at the corner of her eyes from how hard her stomach hurt. She didn't care about how she could see pairs of eyes staring at her incredulously through her blurry vision, the only thing that mattered was the blue haired one whose surprised face sent her into yet another fit of laughter before she could control it. Ah, she had missed this feeling! How ecstatic, how elated she was right now! Even as he tried to calm her down tentatively, which she tried to help by focusing on her breathing and less on the ridiculous fact that he was as oblivious as a kid (maybe even more at that point), she could only rejoice that such feeling would come in such a situation.
And right as she successfully calmed down, a grin stretched on her face as she, against her better judgment, playfully pushed her shoulders against his, yet another tray was put before her. Or more like middely slammed, as Ace sat down with pursed lips and eyebrows almost grinding. "What got y'all laughing?" He immediately went to pick a fork full of food, not waiting for her, or Deuce, to answer him before he started eating.
"It's not your business, is it?" Deuce's words made the two others stop, mouths still open as they turned to look at him. He was diligently swallowing each piece of chicken as unbothered as ever which made the red-haired's frown more noticeable. While Ace was offended, she on the other hand was more confused than anything, surprised by how the two immediately went into a passive-agressive behavior. Ooh, the tension could be cut by how thick it was, and she tried to descale it despite having up to no experience in this field.
"Nothing really. But you finally got here, what did professor Crewel say?" And thankfully for her, the boy was willing to let go of his grudge at the mention of the infamous teacher. She could see him rolling his eyes as he cringed, making her even more curious about what happened.
"Just like ya, nothing really." He smirked as he cheekily rested his head on his propped up hand, eyes meeting hers playfully. After his little show-off session that indeed managed to fluster her, he eventually straightened his back again to eat the rest of his meal. "He told me to come back after my last class." He said while cutting a piece of bread in two.
Her mouth fell open at that. She was expecting some kind of punishment since the teacher was quite literally glaring at him with a look that screamed "You're a dead man" and everyone who wasn't lazing off was practically offering prayers for Ace, but she was still surprised. "That's why you shouldn't nap during a class." She scolded him lightly, knowing that he wasn't entirely at fault there.
But he didn't seem to grasp that as he retorted back with a pout. "Yeah yeah, I'm surprised that you didn't either. You were wilder than me." She felt her cheeks getting hot at the innuendo behind his word. Of course she would be embarrassed if he said something like that, and she was lucky that no-one heard what he had just said as some kind of commotion was building up in the background. And right after, Deuce got up catching both of their attention. He looked serious as he arranged his tray before taking it. "Where you going?" The boy had not uttered a word ever since Ace had joined and it was weird for him to just leave out of nowhere.
"Classes start in less than 15 minutes." Or not, he was a model student after all. Kinda. As he walked away, the girl followed suit, quickly moving away from the bench so she could walk woth him to their next class.
She was stopped by Ace who was complaining about just joining in which got her to roll her eyes and tell him to eat fast or he'd be late. "At least wait in my room after school, I've got something to tell you." She stopped dead in her tracks, turning around to question him, but her words died in her throat as he had already moved onto something else, taking a look at whatever was trending right now on social media as he gulped down his food. She sighed as she continued on her way, wondering and dreading what he could possibly want to speak with her.
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When she arrived right before Heartslabyul, she was tempted to just walk back and tell Ace that something had unfortunately came up and had sadly prevented her from honoring what he had asked for. What would he do? Call her an idiot? It wouldn't be the first time, she knew she could withstand (or not) whatever insult he would tell her out of pettiness. But as she was thinking that she had a good excuse, a hand suddenly grabbed her shoulder and pushed her in someone's chest.
She looked up to grasp a view of this stranger who was so intimately touching her, his warmth spreading to her body in a way that was too disagreeable for someone like her who wasn't... especially touchy feely in her daily life, even less with someone she had just met. She only met a pair of green emerald iris shining as bright as the perfectly white lips aligning behind his stretched lips. The only thing she could make apart from his eyes and the beautiful orangish color strands of hair framing his face, was the diamond shape under his eyes —it matched the ones Deuce and Ace wore, albeit this stranger's drawing was more discreet and properly drawn than theirs— before his phone was trusted before her, a photo being taken during her confusion.
He pressed her tighter against his chest as he looked at it with pursed lips before sighing. "Tss, you're not photogenic, ya know?" Ouch, she didn't know who this person was, but his words were definitely unwanted. And also fueled the anxiety in her as she tried to back away from his touch by awkwardly trying to move her shoulder far from him. He had none of it, as his hand moved lower, reaching at the crook on her back to bring her closer. He tsked playfully as he flexed his hands against her school uniform. "Sooo you're the new student yuh? The one Ace got to screw up?"
W-What was even happening at this point? She took a deep breath, relaxing her stressed mind as she pulled away from his touch more forcefully. "Oop, I forgot to present myself!" She tried to look calm as she faced him, but this unwell look came back on her face. Eyebrows pulled together, a sickly complexion and the corner of her lips unwillingly sinking lower and lower with each passing second. "I'm Cater! Can call me Cay Cay tho☆ Now that we know each other you're not offended anymore, mmh?" She didn't know who this eccentric person was but she was pressured by his mere presence. Not only was he speaking and insulting her so naturally, but the people-pleasing tone he put forward was less than attractive, the fakeness of it making her inch further away.
Panic settled in his voice as he finally stopped to instead call her, he could see it, clear as day, that she was quite visibly tried to run away, almost as if she wasn't even trying to hide it —but she was, trying to be discreet because despite how this stranger was scaring her, she couldn't bring herself to potentially hurt his feelings. "W-Wait! You're here for Ace, no?" She nodded carefully, eyeing the door before switching her attention back to him. He put a hand on his hips as he sighed before playing with one of the hair strands falling on each side of his face, a tight smile gracing his thin lips. "Geez~ I was anxious that you would dump me for a moment there. Anyway, let me show you to his room." He switched back to his merry facade as he grabbed her hands, leading her through the labyrinth-like manor accommodating the Heartslabyul students.
She could barely pipe a word in, too focused on following the man and not tripping on her own feet to properly ask what was going on. She could see stairs slaloming under her, their checkered pattern paired with the messy show of cards and tea sets hanging from both walls and ceiling adding to her confusion and the dizziness from Cater's fast tempo. Where was he even walking her to? And how the hell did he know that she even wanted to see Ace? Perhaps he had assumed that they had indeed engaged in a physical relationship, which was a risky bet considering that they've only met like a few days ago and she was extremely shy, and that she wanted to go back to Ace to talk about it. But she didn't know if it would be a stretch to assume that this man, Cater, had done the same mental gymnastics she had had while he was pulling her here and there in the dorm. Although it all came to a stop when they arrived before one of the various doors in the vast corridor, this one was just as identical as the others, from the dark oak color of the wood, down to the card pattern engraved in it. She wanted to ask the ginger if they had arrived, but he was already by the stairs when she looked back at him, waving his arms, telling her something around the lines of "You should give me your magicam acc so I can tag you!" before leaving just as fast. Welp, here went her guide.
She turned to the door, taking in a deep breath, before knocking three times, waiting for a response. But when she heard no answer after a good five minutes, anxiously enduring the sly and mocking looks she would receive, she took it upon herself to open the door.
She quietly excused herself for entering without permission, her last attempt to see if someone was in the room. But when she peeked through the entrance, it was silent, and most importantly, no-one was there so she quietly stepped inside, the door closing behind with a soft "click" as she started to wander around a bit. It came to he that she knew nothing about Ace, not that it was surprising considering that they've only met a day or two ago, but it truly make her question how close they were and how she would be able to find his side of the room as it seemed like he was living with three other students in the small room. Walking along the impromptu lane leading to the window at the other side of the room, she was surprised to see, behind the curtains of the canopy beds, just how tidy and perfectly made the blankets were. It was the kind of effort that she lacked early in the morning and wouldn't put her energy into, she even cringed slightly as she could see the poor state she and Ace had left her bed in. As in covers haphazardly thrown on the bed and half of the cushions at the corners of the mattress with the rest on the ground.
When she arrived at the back of the room, looking carefully at each of the desks to see which side was Ace's, she stopped at the card-like furniture, placed against the far end wall, where a basketball was resting on. She carefully looked at the jacket hanging above on the wall, the one that she had seen a few students wearing in the dorm and making her wonder if it was some sort of uniform made specifically for the Heartslabyul resident, before inspecting the books nuzzled on whatever place was left on the cupboard. "Important figures of Basketball history" she read under her breath, huffing when she finished the sentence and switching to the book next to it. This one was about magic tricks… and this time she giggled, wondering why people here needed childish magic tricks when they had real magic. Surely a rabbit coming out of a magic hat was far less impressive than summoning one out of thin air. And the last book turned out to be the very reference book teacher Trein had given them a few hours before. Had Ace managed to drop his things before going to his club activity (and detention hour right after)? She wasn't sure, but to confirm her suspicions, she walked to the desk which she assumed had the same basketball and magic enthusiast owner, and it only took for her to peek at the notebook messily thrown on it to see the name tag "Ace".
She was relieved to say the least, that she didn't have to invade the privacy of someone else. So, gathering some courage, she slid the curtains of his bed to the side, enough to let her sneak in after kicking her shoes off, and let her body fall on it as she gradually started to relax. The bed was surprisingly comfortable, and she truly questioned how he had managed to sleep on hers because she surely wouldn't have been able to get a wink of sleep after trying such a cozy mattress.
After a few minutes, letting in sink that she had successfully come to Ace's room and relishing into the silence surrounding her, she eventually pulled out of her skirt's pocket the phone Crowley had given her the night he had handed her the ramshackle building. The first thing she did was opening the app store to download whatever this magicam social media was, although the name sounded vaguely familiar to what she had back home and gave her an idea of what it was. It took no time for it to be downloaded, and she thanked whatever God they had here, rejoicing in the fact that Crowley might have been an ass and the most irresponsible figure of authority in her life in the few days they've met, but at least he gave her a phone with a proper cell phone plan. Which was weird, but he probably expected her to use the phone outside of its original use (which was only emergencies).Opening the app, she immediately went to create her account, working through the shroud her memory was to remember just what was the name of her account back in her world, and going smoothly through the creation of her account until she came across the part where they asked her if she wanted to add a profile picture.
Oh, what was she supposed to do now? She could skip it, no problem, just go on through the rest of the process and scroll along the Night Raven student's posts to see what was trending in this world. Yet, somehow, and perhaps was it due to what she had done with Ace the day before —gosh she was blushing, her cheeks definitely hotter than they should, at the mere thought of it— but she couldn't bring herself to pass this step. She wanted… to take a picture of herself? Knowing that someone was willing to have sex with her truly made her feel better about her body and she wanted to try something "new." So she angled the camera above her, hair sprawled on the bed, framing her face and pursed lips as she tried to find the right photo. After a few seconds where she looked intensely at the camera, she abandoned the idea, letting her arm fold against her chest as she took in just how cringe she must have looked. What the hell made her think this was a good idea? She immediately went to her gallery and picked a random picture she had taken of the cute purple-ish flowers growing inside the moldy room with the water heater.
Right when she completed her profile, she heard the door clicking open which made her perked up as she put her phone to the side and moved to crawl on the bed. The curtains of the canopy bed were blocking her from seeing who had entered, and as to not surprise whoever entered, she made sure to make some sound behind her as she moved closer to the edge. She crawled all the way to the curtains where she pulled it to the side, enough for her head to peek out. Much to her surprise —yes she had been hoping to see Ace— she was welcomed by Deuce's face who reciprocated her surprised look. "Uh? Perfect, what are you doing here?" She should be the one asking him this, she never expected the two of them to be roommates.
She sat on the back of her knees after pulling the curtain farther away from her, an awkward smile hanging loosely on her lips while she lightly scratched the back of her ear. "A-Ah, I came here on Ace's demand. I'm sorry for entering without permission, no-one was there so I took the liberty to come in." He shook his head with wide eyes, his own way to tell her that it was no problem and she shouldn't be bothered by it. Her smile became brighter as she was relieved, which made him switch his attention to the bottle he had in hand, the one she only came to realize he was pulling out of his sport bag after she saw him diverting his eyes. He looked back at her, softly excusing himself, before once again distracting himself by looking at the floor as he moved across the room.
He walked to the bed next to Ace, which she assumed must be his as he had haphazardly dumped his all his sport stuffs on it, before he straightened his back, staring at the equipments peeking through the opening of the bag's zipper that he hadn't bothered to fasten close after he had taken his bottle out. A short silence stretched, one she was tempted to avoid by looking at some videos on magicam, and was almost about to do so, before his voice, unsure by the tone, resonated. "I-I'm not used to being around girls." She was definitely caught off guard by his words, but she didn't dare to pipe a word in as he let his head fall forward, a blush spreading on his face hidden by his blue bangs, while his fists clenched. "None of them ever approached me, or even looked me in the eyes actually, I was more rough back then and pretty scary so it became like that naturally I guess… T-That's why I sometimes freeze up, I guess that I'm kinda… c-caught off guards?" Deuce was definitely trying to express himself as clearly as he could. She had felt it already, how he would sometimes stumble over his own words and stop responding which forced her to talk instead, although she had unconsciously assumed it was because he was forcing himself to be friendly with her. Ah, it turned out it was just because he was somewhat "inexperienced". She definitely felt the same, not that she was scared of the opposite gender, she just felt overwhelmed by being solely surrounded by them, boys, men whatever she was supposed to call them with the attitude she had seen from some. Which would probably pressure and most certainly distress a lot of people if they were put in the same situation (let's not add that she was also magicless in a magic specialized school and seemingly hated by the entire student body for a reason that she wasn't even exactly sure about.)
She was about to comfort him, telling him that she couldn't care less about the stuttering or freezing up, but he pulled his head up right after which surprised her as she immediately forgot about talking. He walked his way to her after taking a long breath in and stopped before her as stiff as a wooden plank, eyes moving from hers then above her head when he made eye contact. "A-And I wanted to talk to you about something. Uh, important?" He said the last part quite unsure, not knowing if it actually was or not. She nodded slowly, her mind working hard not to let her imagination get caught in any unpleasant thought although it was quite hard for her who was used to it, but came to realize that she was still sitting on Ace's bed. It may not be much, but she thought that switching to Deuce's bed would be way better if they were to talk about something important, it might take a while after all.
And she was quick to voice out her idea, pointing to the bed where he had come from and raising herself off the one she was sitting on at the same time. "How about we move to your bed? It'll be way more comforta-"
"Wait!" He cut her off, his voice surprisingly loud which was unfit for his character, or at least for the character he had tried so hard to put up ever since they've met, and was surprised by his own voice as he started falling forwards. She jumped at the sudden movement and rolled back on Ace's bed right after losing her balance, his arms following along and falling on each side of her head as he moved above her, and both his legs caging her waist as he was now on all four above her. The two of them immediately fell into a trance as they gazed at each other's face. He was seeing details that he had failed to see before, since he wasn't one to care about appearance, like the black dot resting under her right eye, or the one below her pinkish lips which was tempting him into doing something he had never even thought about before. And when his eyes trailed lower on her neck and down to her collarbone that was free for him to see due to the few buttons she had opened from when she was quietly complaining about being hot earlier during their history class, he gulped down, the sight of yet another beauty mark hiding right below the fabric and near one of her breasts making his body ache as his mind started whispering incoherent thing to him. Like how he needed to trail a hand down along her chest, pass a finger or two under her shirt as he should press a kiss against her plump lips and taste her. It felt… overwhelming, and with the heat growing in him, his cheeks followed suit and darkened from the accumulation of blood.
And as for her, she was admiring his turquoise eyes, marveling at how bright and… lively they were, or his forehead, glistening due to the sweat building up and, and the small strand of wet blueish hair stuck to it. She saw how messy the Spade on his face was drawn upon closer inspections, the lines shaky and bumps decorating it, which made her remember that he was still pretty much clumsy despite how intimidating he may appear to her. But when she felt how insistent his eyes were, as she could see them glued to her chest, it made embarrassment bloom inside her in the most sickly way as she felt it blocking her trachea. She immediately looked to the side, instead focusing on his gloved hand and how his fingers were flexing against the fabric of the blanket as he was still contemplating her body. But was there even anything to see? Bile was creeping its way up from how nauseous she was becoming at the mere thought. Ace had managed to keep such ludicrous idea at bay by fucking her until she even forgot about her name, but now it was all coming back, and even stronger at the accumulation that kept building up.
He came back to himself once he saw that she had turned her face to the side, and immediately after his face turned livid as he bit his lips, he too, now facing the other side. He quickly got back up, moving to her left as he apologized for putting her in an awkward position, but still refusing to look at her. She used this chance to straighten her back, crossing her legs so that she would be more comfortable. "A-As I've said, it's pretty important…" Dread washed over her as if she had been hit straight in the face by those huge and aggressive waves that lifeguards would usually warn you about by blowing in their whistle, making her forget that the two of them were still on Ace's bed.
She wanted to nod like she had done before, not trusting her voice to not actually break down and willing to listen to what he had to say, although she feared it, she couldn't not face the situation now that this discussion of his was starting to impose itself as the elephant in the room. And all those anxious thoughts eventually overcame whatever defense mechanism she was supposed to have. Did he finally have enough of having to deal with her and her anxiousness? Of how she lacked a proper self-esteem, and how it could have made him avoid stepping up against a bunch of hot-blooded students if she had the same confidence he had? Did he… finally understand how boring and uninteresting she was? But he was facing the other way, which forced her to let out a soft and almost inaudible hum for him to finally look at her with an uneasy face.
He opened his mouth, and her mind went into a frenzy in those few milliseconds before his voice resonated in the empty room. He would finally say it, that hanging out with her (although the circumstances forced him to) was a pain, that he wanted her to never approach him ever again, and what if he said that she was annoying to deal with? She had tried so hard to put up a facade that would've helped her, faking being hurt, but in this situation she couldn't take it anymore, she didn't know if she could take one more insult, especially coming from him who she had slightly gotten closer to. "I'm sorry.." And silence reigned after that. He was sorry… what for she didn't know. And when she expressed out loud her confusion with a small and confused "Uh?" he awkwardly coughed in his fist before continuing. "I- I mean , how should I say this, I uuh just…"
"I– I've been thinking about i-ina—... i-inappropriate s-stuff about you– ou?" His stuttering became stronger with each word, his face once again cultivating this reddish color she was ironically starting to get accustomed to. And as for her… He had exceeded all her expectations, never would she have ever thought that someone would say that, to her of all persons! And by the look of it, he was just as surprised by what he had said. "I- I mean, after I saw you and Ace this morning I just— I'm not even sure if it's actually that? But seeing you just made me….?" He was tempted to bury his face in his hands, to hide any of his embarrassment, but instead gripped his pants.
She was surprised, her eyes widening as she thought back to what he could have seen, and to say that she felt stupid would be an understatement. Yes, she had quite literally forgotten about any decency this very morning as she had pulled her skirt up to remove Ace's cum from her leg, her mind still basking in all the sex she had had, and she only came back to her normal and awkward self after she had been brought back to reality by her potionology partner. She didn't know how she didn't feel any shame before that, and as of now, something else had quite ridiculously caught her attention. "Y-You mean I turn you on?" GAH! How could she say it like that?! The wording was so wrong, so vulgar, something that a model student shouldn't hear! And yet, the entire situation itself was something he shouldn't have ever found himself in in the first place. And the wording was pretty much true.
Instead of denying, like what his mind was screaming at him to do, he instead, against his better judgment, nodded slowly as if scared of her reaction, which was the case. And she was left speechless. Her fingers were flexing against her thighs as a way to chase after any type of support she could have at the moment, sweat building up along her palm. What was she supposed to do? Should she welcome him, invite him in her bed like Ace did, although Ace more of like jumped onto her and she went along with it. Deuce wasn't ugly by any means, and if anything, she wasn't against the idea of being intimate with him, but him wanting to do it with her? Of all people? She doubted already with Ace, but this just made her question herself again. Was she simply an easy target or did she enter some kind of beauty standards here? "I mean… I'm not against it, you know."
"E-Eh?" He was taken aback at her words, his mind not taking into account her meek and unsure voice but only the approval. She was… Okay with going through his damn twisted needs?
She shifted on the bed awkwardly, moving her legs so that her heels were now digging into her butt from how she had placed them. "Doing it, pleasing you… I wouldn't mind pleasing you." She didn't know how she had managed to say it without stuttering, the benediction of always keeping her tone cool when stress arose, definitely taunting her at this very moment. And he was taken off guard.
"A-Are you sure?" He was impatient but tried to keep some manners, and anyone could clearly see it from the way he was staring at her with wide eyes. She nodded quietly as she shyly brushed a few hair strands out of her face, trying not to look into his eyes and make it more awkward for her.
She moved so that her legs could hang above the floor. "Of course. I don't really like lying or giving false hope." Because I would like you not to do so, was the unsaid part, the one she left hanging hoping that he would catch on. Which he didn't, but he was a man with values. If she had expressed her ideas that clearly, it'd have been hypocrisy not to respect and reciprocate her own moral codes and him… He was a model student, yes one that indulged himself into the carnal desire making his body heat up like a fever, but mainly one that is supposed to respect others.
He nodded, not trusting his voice, to show that he was listening and agreeing with her. And he was right not to voice out his thoughts as he would have let out an ungracious noise when he felt her hand touching his. While he was as stiff as a stick, wondering what she was planning, she had already laid out her plan inside her mind. She didn't have much experience, the only one she had was Ace, and she didn't want to count in those educational videos and porn she had watched out of boredom, so she naturally planned on redoing what she had done with the red-haired. So sucking him off came first.
"Umm, so you've got any condoms? I heard you guys were given some the other day." He was taken out of his reveries as he mentally thanked Cater for delivering him the bag of condoms the prior day instead throwing it straight to the trash. Indeed he had kept it because he could never discard something his senior would give him, no matter what it was, but this detail could be put aside for now. He nodded vigorously, leaping out of Ace's bed and leaving her confused on it as he went to his side of the room. He opened the lowest drawer of his desk, pulling out the same bag the ginger brought to her, rummaging through it to find something his size. He never had sex with anyone, far from it, if anything he was feared by everyone and it never came to him just how sexually frustrated he could be. Still… He may have participated in a few "manly" games with his friends, dumb things boys would do like running around naked in the locker room instead of washing the sweat off their body after their PE class, and of course, comparing their size was the event he had to go through.
When he felt her shoulder brushing his arm, his soul almost left his body as he almost jumped, immediately turning to look at her although her eyes were locked on the condoms he was rummaging through. She hummed slightly, almost too low for him to hear, before she faced him. "So you know your size?"
Deuce blinked a few times before a reddish hue went back to his cheeks as his lips were slightly pursed. He took a small plastic package while nodding. "Y-Yeah." She turned back to him with a small smile on her lips as she hummed acknowledging what he said. It was out of instincts, but she unconsciously compared him to Ace. How much kinder and calm he was. How straight to the point he would act sometimes. How adorable the red tint on his neck was. How much stronger he looked compared to his roommate. It wasn't right, and she knew the two would be offended if she ever voiced out this thought, but she couldn't help it. They were the only ones she had had a positive interaction with so far and seeing how different the two were was just inevitable.
She took the condom out of his hands as he eyed her, not daring to do anything as he waited for her to say something. "Go sit on the bed, I'll do it don't worry." She gave him yet another smile that managed to make him crumble as he pitifully nodded before doing what she asked, placing himself on the edge of his bed. She didn't wait for him to make himself comfortable that she was already on her knees before him, hands playing with the squarish plastic she was holding and ripping it open carefully. Not wanting for her to do everything, he immediately moved to his trousers, fumbling with his fly as he was suddenly hyper-aware of what he was about to do. Not that he wasn't before, but only now did it come to him that he was about to lose his virginity. He wasn't stressed per say at the idea, he had just never thought about the importance of it before as he never had the chance to. Feared as he was, his mates nor the world around found use in explaining it to him.
She lightly tapped his leg, soft enough for it to catch her attention. "Are you scared?" She could see that his mind was somewhere else as he had stopped undoing his slacks, his hands holding the side of his pants as he looked before him with an absent look. She chuckled softly before rubbing his thigh with a smile. "Don't worry! If something displeases you, be sure to tell me about it, and I'll immediately stop."
He blinked a few times at her before trying to give her a small smile, although it came out more as a grimace than anything else. He was clearly uncomfortable and she didn't know if it was because he was stressed or because he wanted to stop but felt like he was forced to do it, and she would hate the latter to be the on-going scenario. So she decided to test the water as she asked him in a soft tone to get up enough so she could finish what he had started. And he eagerly did so as he pushed his hands in the blankets and raised his hips for her to help him lower his pants. She was surprised by the speed with which he did so, but it also proved that he wanted it, right? And assuming that, she took the edges of the pants of his school uniform and slid them lower together with his underwear.
She was surprised to see him almost rock hard, his erection already well formed as it stood upright, and the only thing she could note was that he seemed to have more girth compared to Ace, the veins along his cock running all the way up to the slightly red tip. It was circumcised. She said the last one playfully in her head as she brought her hands to his length, not aware of the way her lips were unconsciously brought upwards. "I- Is there a problem?" She took her eyes away to look at him at his question, his face just as red as before. Why was she smiling? Was it not what she was expecting? Perhaps was he not big enough?
A groan resonated in the room when he felt her fingers on either side of the base of his cock, and he clasped his hands on his mouth the next second, definitely taken by surprise by what she had done. And right after his back straightened up, her warm breath now ghosted over his tip. Shit, he could never go back to lonely pleasuring if those two things alone managed to push him closer to his climax, his hands could never compare to her.
"Deuce. Are you sure that you want it?" He was taken aback by her sudden question.
He looked down to finally meet her eyes, and he tried real' hard not to look aside when he saw just how lewd she looked right now, kneeled on the ground and ready to please him. "Of course, if not I'd have said so…" His voice hitched before he released a shaky breath as she smiled at him with half-lidded, trying to dispel any left-over doubts he may have had but instead conveying a sultry look as she pressed her cheek against his cock. Did he say lewd before? Because she looked absolutely depraved now, his dick squished tight between his abdomen and her face.
One last smile was thrown his way before she focused back on the situation at hand. "Then I'll start, you can stop me whenever you want." She pushed a few hair strands out of her face before getting to work, and he took this chance to tear his gaze away from her. No, he didn't dare to look down, his eyes pretty much analyzing Ace's side of the room which happened to be the only thing in his field of view, but he could sense it, feel it, as her hands wrapped around his cock carefully. A tight squeeze, then slow pumps, her breath ghosting above his tip, her tongue flicking over the pinkish top of his dick, the walls of her mouth warm and welcoming, the sound she would make every time he met the back of her throat, the build up was happening faster than his mind would have liked, he couldn't come now… Wouldn't it be embarrassing?
She carefully cradled his cock, her fingers and tongue flexing against it as she tried to make him more comfortable. Or at least comfortable enough that he would stop glaring a hole inside the wall and let his tense muscles finally relax. She could feel his legs, trapping her on each side, and how they were subtly trembling from the knee up to his waist as if he was keeping himself from thrusting inside her mouth. But that was the idea, that's what he was supposed to do. She agreed to please him, he could at least let himself go. So she sighed as she took him out of her mouth, the remnants of the lubricant the condom was coated with making her mouth heavy as she gulped down the excess of saliva. "... Is there a problem?" He was once again taken aback and he slightly jumped when he heard her voice. He was so focused on not coming that he had not even seen when she had stopped sucking him off, much to his embarrassment as he felt shame blooming and forming a ball in his throat. He shook his head from side to side, a way to tell her that no, there were no problems but she still frowned. "Are you sure? You seem quite tense." And as to emphasize her words, she pressed her fingers on his toned thigh, the muscles proving to have hardened under the tension and making her action almost unnoticeable.
Well… she was right, he did feel troubled, but what was he supposed to do? Assume that he was scared of coming too fast? Tell her about it? "Oh, actually, your mouth feels amazing but I'll cum soon so I'm trying not to focus on it so we can go longer!" He may actually be dense, but he had a self-esteem and an ego to keep up with. And seeing how reluctant he was to speak, she merely sighed and flexed her fingers around the base of his cock before looking him straight in the eyes. She may be shy and not think highly of herself, but she was a people pleaser before anything else, and if he was unsatisfied by her then she just had to try a bit harder. Without overstepping any barrier that would make him too uncomfortable of course. "Deuce." A shiver ran along his spine at the way his name left her lips. "I'll go back to it, but please do not overthink anything. If you're cuming faster than you would have liked it's okay, I do not expect you to have the stamina of a porn star on the so few times you could have had sex — without mentioning that most men in the industry drug themselves to be able to keep up for at least 30 minutes. So please…" Why the hell was she suddenly giving him a serious talk in-between sex? She didn't know, nor did he, but it just felt right and she had started to talk before she knew it, because it seemed, in a certain way, nice, when she said those words in her head.
"Trust me, I won't judge you."
He gulped down audibly, the bump of his Adam's apple bobbing at the same time. Should he trust her as she had said? It's true that she had not judged him in the short time they had been together, but could he really thrust his entire reputation and self-esteem in her hands? He certainly felt uncertain about it, but the way her eyes looked up at him hopefully, not knowing that she had actually defiled him and thought he just felt uneasy with her, he somehow… couldn't resist.
"Okay… Okay let's try again." She brightened up, her lips stretching in a warm smile as she nodded vigorously before looking back at his cock, still in her hands. She had the affirmation that she could start again! She felt more than happy about it, glad that he had not only decided to indulge her requests, but that she now also had the chance to please him.
Seeing that he was still sensible due to her previous touches, she only pumped his length a few times before she lowered her head once again. She made sure to go slowly, still delicate with her touch and attentive of how he would react, as she pressed the tip between her lips slowly enough as to not scare him. A spark ran along his spine, his knee jumping in reaction to it and almost hitting her in the head. She looked up to see what was happening but was only left with her mouth agape as she saw his head thrown backward, his fist pressed against his lips to conceal any noise that threatened to leave his mouth. He couldn't break now, she had barely even touched him! It was embarrassing for him to fall apart so easily when they had just begun, as if he had never been touched before. Which was the case, but he had hoped that he would have lasted longer than that, that he didn't have to strain his trachea to keep any hiss from leaving his lips. And fuck, he did say that he was willing to trust her, but maybe that he had overestimated his strength.
Although his efforts were for naught as when he felt her lips circling his length, the moist and damp walls of her mouth warming and cuddling him, he let out a small whimper, her action catching him off guard and breaking down those walls he half-heartedly tried to build. She hummed at the delicious sound he let, the bottom part of her underwear growing moist the more he started to thrust inside her mouth, gaining confidence with each and every move. Somehow, hearing him panting, groaning, being rough with her, it made her want for him to come faster. And she pumped him faster, working her tongue to hug the underparts of his cock where she could feel a vein throbbing, pushing him closer to the edge.
And it didn't take long for him to tip and fall head first into it, the warmth in his lower stomach aching and his voice reaching deeper notes as he felt himself coming close, only a few thrusts left for him to come undone. So he made sure to do so, the last few movements harsher than any before and making her wonder if he was trying to choke her down on his cock, which was probably the case although he'd have never admitted it. Right after, his pace stuttered and she felt the condom growing, now heavy in her mouth, which prompted her to finally take him out of her mouth.
She immediately moved to carefully remove the condom, trying not to let any of his cum drip out of, humming with a satisfied tone all the while. He was trembling, his head still thrown aback as he took in just how intense was his climax, and to say that he was on cloud nine would be an euphemism with how light he felt at the moment. She was good at it, and by "it" he meant her sucking his dick off, and he wondered for a while if he could… perhaps, go down on her. But he had already asked enough, he couldn't possibly demand that she would give herself to him. And while he was going through his own dilemma and mindlessly put himself back in his pants, she tied the condom, marveling at the amount inside it, before throwing it inside the trash bin between his bed and Ace's desk.
Squatting back up, she walked to him and made herself comfortable on the bed as she looked at him expectantly. "I— Is there anything you need?" He didn't know how to react to her eyes, why was she so suddenly coming head on on him with those bright eyes staring back at him? But at his words she deflated. The corner of her lips dropped before she put a smile back on, this time more shy and almost disappointed.
"No… No. I think it's okay." By her tone, it wasn't clear whether or not she was trying to convince him or herself. But the way her face looked less alive than before didn't go unnoticed by him. And he thought maybe, just maybe, if he was to ask to see her body, would it take her mind off whatever she was thinking about? It was a flawed way to think things through, he would have offended more than one person, and yet, despite being aware of this, he still took the risk of asking.
His calloused fingers went to put a strand of hair behind her ear, startling her as she jumped slightly before relaxing at the warm touch. She leaned in his hand and he hesitated for a while about what he was about to say. But… "Can I—" He whispered as he leaned forward, his lips hanging above hers as her eyelids fluttered close with a hum. "Touch you?" And her breath was taken away as she opened her eyes wide with surprise.
Did he just ask what she was hoping for? Did he… volunteer to do it on his own after she had lost hope for it?
She looked to the side with a blush, which almost sent him into panic before she eventually nodded shyly, giving him the signal that he needed. He wasn't expecting her to agree so easily to it, and he was glad to see that she was ready to go with whatever he wanted at the moment. And trying to see how far it could go, he asked yet another question. "C-Can you move further into the bed?" He asked quietly and she agreed with a small voice before doing so, much to his relief. His bed was close to the door, and if anyone were to barge in, if he couldn't hide the sounds they would make, he could at least do so for their naked body. So when she finally settled back on the bed, kneeled in the middle of the blanket as she made herself comfortable, he made quick work of closing the curtains of his canopy bed, the heavy material shielding them from the outside world. There was no coming back, he told himself as he swallowed heavily before turning back to her. She was still playing with the hem of her skirt, as always, when he approached her. "Do we need to undress…?" And undress they should indeed, but the idea was taunting her.
Undressing before Ace had been done in the heat of the moment, when her clouded mind couldn't hear the small voices at the back, dying for her to just put on some clothes again to cover her hideous body from him as quickly as possible. Now that she was fully conscious of the situation, not yet fully aroused, it was bugging her. But she still agreed with a small voice before taking the button at the very top of her waist coat and popping it open, doing so with each of them before the piece of clothing was discarded to the side and she moved onto the next one. Deuce's eyes were glued to her shaky hands, watching as she unraveled her naked body for him to see, which further turned him on. He… really wanted to see how she'd look all flustered, back arching and voice singing his name under his touch.
"Uh Deuce? You're not undressing?" She had stopped moving when she saw him staring, her shirt still around her wrists as she had yet to remove it. He felt himself blushing, ashamed that he had been caught red handed, and he only grew twice as red when he saw her naked chest, realizing that she did not wear a bra in the first place. She was going around school with nothing under her shirt? Just… What has she been thinking? He could barely wrap his mind around this fact, suddenly growing aware of how vulnerable she could have been if someone other than him had discovered, but also of the many times she had pressed herself against him out of fear during the mine incident —or was it because she was intimidated by Ace? Because she seemed to scurry over to him whenever she saw that the ginger's gaze was on her. That was until the monster came, and she was the first one to take actions, cooly calling for them to team up which they did without arguing seeing how level-headed she had been.
He gulped down before looking to the side, immediately working on removing his own uniform as fast as he could. "I-I'm sorry! I didn't mean to stare." The words were coming out faster than his mind could process, further embarrassing the two of them as the situation had yet to settle in them. To take his mind off the silent settling back in the room, he started taking his shirt off, the white fabric thrown to a corner before he switched to the belt loosely hanging around his waist. His pair of slacks joined the rest of his clothes as he now kneeled on the bed with only his underwear on him. It was embarrassing… She couldn't look him in the eyes, her gaze only managing to go no higher than his sculpted legs. But fighting off the feelings bubbling inside her, she moved to her skirt, removing it and leaving her in a pair of plain white panties she had somehow managed to get thanks to Crowley's "kindness."
Now they were both in their most vulnerable apparel, and the sight did not fail to bring them both further down inside their shyness. She was pretty, Deuce wondered in his mind as his eyes went back to her chest almost too shamelessly for his own taste, but he couldn't help himself. Seeing how insistent he was, she tried to call out his name, but he beat her to it, leaning forward with red tinted cheeks as he fought off the stuttering. "Can I?" He asked as his hands hung right above her cheek, not yet touching it as he waited for her approval. Her lips parted, a small whispered "yes" leaving her mouth, and right after he cradled her face, leaning towards her as he pressed a chaste kiss on her mouth.
She hummed, about to pass a hand behind his neck to pull him closer, but he broke the kiss before she could. The disappointment she felt could clearly be seen on her face, although she was unaware of it and seemed just as clueless, but he quickly dived back in, repeating a process of pressing short kisses before pulling away, which quickly frustrated her. So when he closed in again, she took the chance to put two hands on his shoulders to pull him closer, closing the distance half-way through and parting her lips to deepen the kiss. He was surprised, not managing to do much other than take in the way her fingers played with his hair, fingers scratching the back of his head, or her tongue finding its way to meet with his in a messy kiss. A-Ah— She took his first kiss so easily, switching his tentative experiments to something much more sensual, as drool started to drip on both their chin and her wet muscle finding its way inside his mouth. It was overwhelming, and to compensate for this feeling, he put his hands on her waist, moving so he could press his body against hers, her breast modeling against his chest and making him painfully aware of the perk buds squeezed against him.
Deuce once again broke the kiss to carefully wrap his arms around her back, his skin grazing hers right above the plain band of her underwear before pressing a kiss on her lips. But this time, instead of going back to her lips, he moved against her cheeks, slowly moving his kisses lower and lower. She closed her eyes, rolling her head backwards and taking in the ticklish sensation of his lips on her throat as he took the time to explore around her clavicle before diving even lower. Her hand unconsciously flew to the top of his head where she cradled him closer, her body shuddering at each of his slow and languid kisses, making her wonder if the arm she had moved and was propped behind her would be enough to keep them two upright with how much it was shaking. Not only was he weakening her body, but he was also leaning and putting more of his weight on her the more he explored her chest.
A surprised squeak left her when she felt his lips tugging the very tip of her nipples, the flash of pleasure shooting along her spine enough to startle her. It felt weird. She thought for a moment whether she could come undone just by it, but one thing she could testify for sure was that it felt incredibly good. Too good, actually, and she instinctively started playing with his short strands of hair mindlessly. He hummed when he felt the warmth of her hand, the throbbing sensation stealing yet another sound out from her.
Her eyes started to water, the heat taking over her face, making her thoughts foggy the more he played with her nipples, the tip of his tongue teasing her over and over. And a pitiful moan left her lips the moment he switched from one breast to another, the new one much more sensitive than the previous, and instead of freezing up like he would have certainly done a few moments before, knowing that he was doing right he sucked her skin much more vigorously, not even stopping when the obscene noise of slurping resonated inside the room. Teeth and moist were the only things she could register as she started to lose touch with her mind. The only things that brought her pleasure at this moment.
But he let go after a while, earning a pitiful and annoyed huff from her that he didn't register as he was panting, restless and impatient about what was about to come. His lips, flushed and plump, were still connected to her nipple by one thin bridge of spit that didn't take long to break in half. And right when it did, his gaze that had been fixated on her clavicle that rose with each short and shallow breath —as if she was doing this not to fill her lungs with oxygen, but to find support in a casual and familiar action— switched to her lower half, his attention now focused on the last pair of garments on her body that was hiding what he coveted the most. Gently, as if fearing that it would take her out the delight she seemed to be indulging, Deuce's hot breath slid along where her diaphragm is, slowly reaching lower and lower, hands barely trailing down the side if her thighs, until he finally reached the band of her panties.
A shallow kiss was pressed under her navel, bringing her mind back to the current situation, but just enough so that she could once again gently play with his hair as she watched him peel off the fabric that cladded her skin oh so dreadfully away from his lust. His fingers worked steadily, nails leisurely grazing her skin as he no longer cared about the aching pain between his legs, now fully focused on unveiling her most private part. Although the impatience he felt before quickly came back once he realized that removing the piece of clothing would be hard of he stayed between her legs, and he almost huffed as he got up, some of the old manners, from his previous delinquent year he had tried hard to forget, threatening to come back.
Clueless to what he was planning, her heart easily jumped into a sudden frenzy and panicked tempo when he pushed her body backwards, her back hitting the mattress before her mind even properly registered the fall. The small gasp that left her lips was not taken into account as he went back to what had caught his attention just a moment before, as in the panties that were still clinging to her hips and teasing him endlessly the more the time passed. So trying not to be too rough, although he did want to go harder on her, he carefully peeled the plain textile down to her knees, never once taking his eyes off the apex of her legs as he did so. She felt heat warming her face up with embarrassment, his eyes clearly focused on the one part that she felt the most insecure and impossibly driving her further down the shame eating her inside out. For Pete's sake! He was so slow with it! She knew that he tended to be clueless, right this moment she could only think about Ace who had not wasted a second to go down on her. Her thoughts quickly shifted back to Deuce who had, during a moment of inattention from her, decided that pulling both her legs up would help him, taking her ankles with one hand and pulling them up to his shoulders for them to rest on.
Focused on the piece of undergarment, he failed to notice the way she had subtly moved her fingers to hide her face away from him, but it also allowed him to work faster, making quick work of the fabric as he threw it somewhere with the rest of the clothes they had removed. When he eventually turned back to her, he thought nothing of her now closed legs, most likely unaware and oblivious about her current shame, and passed two hands on each side of her thighs, parting them apart easily, the tip of his fingers delighted by the simple touch of her supple soft skin that he was tempted to lavish with kisses. Her embarrassment only tenfolded at that, draining every last bit of confidence she had had as she tried to hide by burying her back further into the bed.
The first thing he did was pass a finger between her folds, spellbound as he spread her glistening juice along. And she twitched slightly as he grazed her clit. Then twitched yet again as he passed over it a second time, then a third time, fourth, doing so every time he would repeat his clueless action out of wonder, and up until she eventually let out a small noise that finally managed to take him out of this trance. Seeing her panting, he curiously repeated what he had done so for the past minutes, this time watching closely what provoked her odd reactions. And when his fingers spotted the place, the small bump against his finger, he tentatively played with it before stopping once she started to writhe under his administration. He definitely learnt it at school, during those anatomy classes he made the effort to attend because his friends told him it would be fun — they were the epitome of kids finding entertainment and getting restless by just hearing the word “sex” — and seeing her reacting that way only confirmed that he had indeed found what he had been taught was a clitoris.
So without much thought he bent down, placing his head further between her thighs, until he was face to face with the small bud of flesh. His breath ghosted over her clit, her legs tightening behind his head as her hand weakly grasped the sheets under her writhing body. At the, what he assumed was (and it was a correct assumption from his behalf), a positive response to his actions, he tentatively pressed his lips against the perked out bud sitting between his fingers, this time sucking on it. A loud gasp came out of her mouth before she immediately sucked on her lower lip, stopping herself from making too much noise out of fear of being heard. But he continued, passing his tongue over it in hopes of seeing just how much she could take in, even sneaking a finger inside her hole to further test her. And she was what one would say, “on cloud nine.” She could feel the heat taking over her lower stomach before it bloomed on her cheeks, slowly losing touch with the feeling in her legs as she felt tears welling up by the corner of her eyes, even the distant feeling of a tear falling by the side of her face was vaguely registered. And he continued to suck on it, his fingers moving faster inside her hole, probing with more confidence as the time passes until he was just fucking her. All until she felt a familiar feeling coming back, her walls clenching painfully as she felt the tell-tale signs of her upcoming release. And as he refused to get slower, it was only a matter of time before he felt her juice drenching his face, tainting his face in the best way he could have dreamt of.
He made sure to lick along her slit, gathering up whatever was left of her semence, before kneeling down, towering her trembling body in such a debauched scene. Her breath stuttering and his cock twitching along as he looked at her intensely, wondering what position he should tame for her to feel comfortable for the next step. He eventually settled on something simple, opting to lay on his forearms on each side of her face, one hand making a quick way down so he could adjust his shaft to press between her folds. She opened her eyes to see his face right above hers, his tongue wetting his skin before he looked into her eyes, asking for permission. At the look he sported, she shyly nodded. And “I'll go…” Was all he said before he started pressing the tip of his cock to her walls, the arm steadying his body upright trembling the further he went inside her. The warmth, the dampness, the clenched walls hugging him and coaxing him to go deeper was all too much for him, and he wondered for a moment if he should just pull out. But when he felt fingers cradling the back of his neck, he opened his clenched eyes previously closed out of instinct when he slid inside her, and he lost touch with the feeling burning his lower stomach inside out, suddenly more focused with the woman under him. Once again, he was taken aback by her beauty, focusing on as many details as he could while he rested inside her as he waited for her to get used to his length. The entry had been easy, with how wet she was as she had cum all over his fingers it would be surprising if she wasn’t properly prepped, but waiting for her still came as a necessity, or so screamed his instincts at him.
“Y-You… You can continue.” She whispered sheepishly, her lips pursed as she tried not to look at him directly in the eyes. The words she used were too familiar, they were almost an exact copy to those she had read in the many smuts she would find online when boredom would hit, creating this feeling that what she said was just so… cringe? And now she could only wait for Deuce to act, not daring to say anything anymore as she would surely further embarrass herself if she were to utter anything more.
It didn't take long for him to pull out, only the tip wet with both his and her cum left inside her, before he thrusted back in with one harsh motion that made her gasp before she immediately clamped a hand to her mouth. The pace set was almost unforgiving, his cock constantly hitting the spot next to her cervix as if to punish her for shielding away her voice. The more her mind got muddier, the looser her hold became until he saw the chance to take her fingers in his, intertwining them and using the grip as a way to stay stable above her while listening to her voice. Small puffs left her open mouth as her eyes were tight shut, and soon enough the sound of chocked whines escaped her clamped teeth, coming out through the sound of small hiss, replacing them.
His other hand, more playful than the other, moved between their bodies all the way to her perked clit where two fingers rubbed small circles. She felt hot, her lower region burning intensely as the heat took over her numb legs all the way to her face where tears started to well up. And when she stuck her tongue out, ventilating herself, he dived to her, pressing his lips to hers and stuck his own muscle inside, the kiss messy and drool sullying both of their faces.
The mix of her drowned cries, their vibrations traveling along his very being down to his twitching cock, and the pleasure messing with any rational thoughts made his mind almost shut off. And as his mind began to numb out, he grabbed the back of her legs, right under her ass, pounding into her more harshly. He could feel her walls closing around him, sucking him in more and more each time he pressed a finger with more strength than necessary on her clit. His body felt hot, a feverish warmth making him lose all kinds of worries he may have had before. Shit, he was close, awfully close, as he thrusted faster under her cries of pleasure that she tried to swallow in quite the useless attempt as she was way too fucked to even care about properly covering them up at this point. The tip of his cock hitting the same spot repeatedly, if not almost desperately and definitely without any regards of her feeling — she could see through her tears the way he gritted his teeth as he looked down to where the two were connected with a determined look, and she could only kiss his cheeks over and over, as if drunk, to evacuate some of the pain and the fever clouding her mind. Was he close? He surely was, and she encouraged him, her lips moving closer and closer to his with each of the thrusts tipping her closer to the edge as she imagined the two of them sharing yet another steamy kiss.
It didn't take long for her to come, her walls closing around him to the point that it almost restricted any of his movements, and the tightness didn't fail to make him follow her. The feeling of him milking her, his seed warmer than expected, made her lose up. They were both sensitive, the aftermath still fresh and teasing them both as their breath synchronized, and when he pulled out, his semence not wasting a second to drip out, he fell next to her with a hiss.
After a few minutes, just taking in each other's presence without any care in the world, she eventually spoke up. "Aah, I need to wash, I'm so sweaty." She complained with a pout that could be heard in her voice. But instead of receiving an awkward and stuttered answer like she was expecting, she felt him freezing up next to her. Curious as to what caused him such a reaction, she turned to the side, her body drawing a pronounced curve from her hips, brushing a wet strand out of his eyes as he tried to avoid her gaze. "Is there a problem?"
He suddenly stood up, his back now facing her as he tried to think of what to say. "N-No it's just that…" he looked back at her with a frown, eyes trying not to look below her face as she was still pretty much naked and sprawled on his bed. "First years have to use the… communal shower room." And by the way she lost all the colors on her face he knew that she understood the implications of such things.
She took a nearby pillow and pushed it on her face as she was preparing for the possible insults that were tempted to leave her lips, the fabric of the pillow the security she needed if she wanted to keep Deuce away from her dirty language. Why were communal bathrooms a thing here too?! Especially in a school that was supposedly "high-class" as this was the latest thing that could be called classy! How was she supposed to clean herself up and remove the smell of sex clinging to her body if a student could come at any time and see her naked… And seeing her distress, Deuce quickly thought about something to help her with the current bathroom problem. He may be oblivious but coming up with solutions to problems was easy for him, although the solutions weren't always the brightest or the best ones (most often than not they only brought him more problema). He cleared the back of his throat to catch her attention, which he immediately got as she removed the cushion from her face and slightly raised her back so she could lean on her forearms from behind.
He muttered something incoherent under his breath, and she wondered just how red he could become, because he kept breaking records ever since he had entered the room. She leaned forward, putting on a kind smile that was supposed to help him calm down as she gently asked him to repeat, but it only made him fumble even more. "W-We can ba-bath to—… together?" And her mouth literally fell open at that. Did he really suggest what she thought he did when he couldn't even look her straight in the eyes because of how shy he was? It was…
"A good idea actually." She stated matter-of-factly as she looked at the ceiling with a pensive look on her face. So far he had only managed to come up with weird and destructive ideas — yes she's thinking about the chandelier incident — and for him to suggest something that would actually work was a pleasant surprise. He could surely hide her if they were to bath together. So she looked down at his face with a shy smile on her lips. “Should we go now then?” And as he nodded, he set the plan in stones.
So they switched to their clothes quickly, the stickiness of their sweat making her squirm as she remembered that she’d have to use them again to go back to her dorm, and made their way to the communal bathroom in the most discreet way possible. Lucky them, out of all the stalls, only one was free and they rushed to it, hiding behind the door before anyone could spot them. They removed their clothes just as quick, moving as fast as they could under the shower head so they could get done with it as soon as possible, but for some reason, now that they were both under the shower head, water, fog and heat surrounding them, they had reverted back to their shy selves, as if he hadn't been balls deep inside her not even half an hour ago. She feared being confronted again to her unsightly body, not only that, but he also had a good view of it from where he was standing. Would he finally see her imperfections? How some of her fat crease in the wrong way? What if didn't like the dips along her hips– Yet coincidentally so, his worry was exactly what she was dreading. He could indeed see her in all her glory, and he was ashamed to say it was arousing him once again. He was trying hard to keep his boner at bay, they were here to take a bath after all, and he didn't know if he could keep it any longer.
Because when she had started to wash her hair, arching her back forward to get as much water as possible, she accidentally moved back and her ass bumped into his hard-on, making the two of them freeze. He looked down to see the tip peaking against both of their bodies, her lower back still pushed against his waist as she tried to assess the situation. He was getting hard again! Just how much energy did he have for him to get aroused after less than ten minutes?! But no matter how much she acted surprised, her teeth playing her bottom lips shyly, she, too, was starting to ache down there. So in the most out of character idea she could have ever followed, she put her hands on the stall's wall, arching her back as she bent forward in a leisure motion, for him to properly understand what was going on and not freak out, and for her to get the motivation she needed. "That's awkward… But I kinda want to go back at it. What about you?" Grinding her hips against his, she turned her head to the side, watching from the corner of her eyes how he would react. And she felt yet another wave of arousal weakening her legs at the way he had moved a hand to carefully cradle her hips, a fond look overcoming his flushed face, before reciprocating her actions. It took any words away from her as she let her head roll back in front of her.
The grinding! The way she felt every bit of him, scorching hot and so defined, rubbing against her clit, the pure euphoria coursing through her body, the shrouded thrill of being heard, or worst even, caught red-handed by one of the student who would have decided that today was the day to jump over the stalls to peek and possibly mock someone over their dick size. Did he also feel it? Was he just as lost down all the pleasure building up in their cramped stall? When he tentatively pressed his tip against her entrance, still open and wet from their previous round not much earlier, was he anticipating the upcoming gratification just like her, waiting with so much eagerness that she felt her body shuddering? Whether he felt it or not didn't matter as soon as he pushed his dick inside her.
She bit her bottom lips hard, her throat hurting as she kept all the sounds in, and he finally slid inside her with one swift movement. She shut her eyes closed, her head falling forward as he drilled inside her cunt with a concentrated look overtaking his features. This view was better than the one before, seeing his shaft disappearing before his very eyes as her ass bounced against his lower stomach, even the arch of her back was teasing him, and he would have never thought that looking at someone from behind could be so fucking hot. He pressed a hand along her spine, caressing the skin still wet from the water gushing out of the shower head, and he could swear it made her clench around him for a moment there, which encouraged him to shift the angle to reach deeper inside her. And against his better judgment, a stupid idea came to his mind when he felt her walls even tighter around him.
Despite how hard she was trying, a whine left her when she felt his hands moving to hers and wrapping her fingers with his in such a delicate motion… She knew it, even if her mind felt muddy with how he was assaulting every last bit of her sanity each time he dived deeper, that it was a romantic gesture, something that didn't fit them as she didn't have any feelings for him, and she knew that he didn't sport any for her either. But unbeknownst to her, a dark curtain covered his face as his very presence loomed over her most humble one. His imagination was running through every possible scenario, slowly moving from most childish innocent ones to darker and unfit for him at first glance. What if he knocked her up right now? It would just be an accident… He could try and convince her to keep it so they could have a family together… Who would've known that his very first week at the school of his dream, the gathering of every villain, the Night Raven College, would be this rich in terms of new emotions.
But he quickly shook the idea away when he felt her walls fluttering around him, a hiss being taken out of him, but one that was covered up by the sound of the water cooling down both of their bodies. With much more force, he drilled inside her, the tip of his cock ruthlessly finding its way back to that one spongy spot that he was bullying so shamelessly in hopes of making her contract her muscles around him. He had already grown fond of this feeling, and he knew how to force her body to reproduce the action over and over, his greedy needs forcing her to bend to his wishes. The haze in her mind just made her go along with him, choking when he would aim higher, crying when he would thrusts harder, drooling when his fingers would torment her clit. But all too soon for his liking, he felt the tell-tale signs of his climax coming, his thighs rigid as warmth spread to his balls which clenched painfully. So with one last thrust, burying himself as deep as he could, he finally came, painting her walls white for the second time.
She shuddered, cuming not long after and feeling impossibly weak, forcing Deuce to maintain her body up to avoid any possible accident as she had started to tilt sideways. His cock was still inside her which almost made him follow her suit down their fall, but thankfully he put a hand on the wall before anything could happen, trying hard not to think about the clenching around it. The two stayed under the shower head, water still warm as it fell on their skin, but all too soon someone slammed their hand against the door, making the two of them jump out of surprise. "Yo dude! Whoever's in there, move already! The water's been running for fucking ages man!" The voice was rough, thankfully not owned by anyone she had met yet, and Deuce made sure to shout back that he would be fast. He removed himself from her, the fluids on his limp member were quickly washed off by the warm water, and worked on cleaning her right after. It was clumsy, fitting a nervous person like him, trying to scout anything he could out of her but refusing to touch her too much in fear of reigniting the heat inside him. So out of compassion for him who was struggling, she pushed him back, whispering into his ear that she would take care of herself and that he should wash himself. He nodded quietly and got to work. In less than five minutes the two of them had washed, dressed up, and were now peaking through the door to exit the communal bathroom without being seen.
Thankfully, the stalls were all being used, covering the sound the two made as they tried to escape the situation they were in, and no-one was in sight which prompted Deuce to leave first to scout the surroundings and make sure that she could follow. He made her a hand sign, prompting her to come, and not before long, the two of them left the bathroom with a fast pace, almost running to his room which made passers-by wonder just what in the world they were doing. And thankfully they didn't cross paths with Riddle who would've definitely questioned them about their whereabouts.
What was unexpected though, was for Ace to be waiting for the two of them, sitting on his bed with a pissed look. She didn't know what he wanted to talk about before, but now she had some kind of idea. How would she not… when the used condom Deuce had supposedly thrown inside the trash bin that just happened to be on the floor next to the basket, open and its content dripping out. By the look on Ace's she knew one thing for sure;
"Modern" College AU but it's just Ruggie and the Reader working at the same fast food restaurant beside their studies and slowly getting closer by trash talking everyone at their workplace when they're alone + Reader flirting with Ruggie and him not being interested in a relationship
