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bigbangclappin · 2 years

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Baby Daddy Gangster 2

Summary: Ding Dong! Your baby daddy is back and wants in your life and your daughter’s. And with that smile you might as well shove the door wide open.

Paring: Nakamoto YutaXReader(1st Person POV!)

Warnings: Cursing! Baby Daddy themes, mentions of smut, toxic relationships, Mafia/Yakuza themes (It’s not glamorous in real life folks!)

Word Count: 2,382

A/N: GUYS IT'S FINALLY HERE! PART TWO! I hope it's enjoyable! I loved writing it! Let me know if we want a part three!

Tag List: @iveivory @champagne-n-yachts @dilfjohhny @junglewoos

Part one

Unknown number: Is Yuki wearing a 3T or a 4T?

You: Who is this?

Unknown number: Really baby?

I shook my head in exasperation, throwing my phone into my back pocket. The man was relentless to say the least, he did earn that title fair and square.

What could I have possibly been thinking back then?

Clearly sexual gratification was worth more to me than my hypothetical child’s future, because now here I am. Stuck with a gangster for a baby daddy who didn’t understand the phrase get lost.

I shrugged my shoulders, well there was nothing I could do to change who Yuki’s dad is now. I just had to live with the consequences of my actions.

Which wasn't all that bad considering my daughter was healthy and happy, I grinned as she played with her dolls on the floor. She did resemble her father, with her pretty smile and expressive eyes, she received all the best qualities of Yuta it seemed.

“Mommy?” Her sweet little voice asked from where she sat on the floor.

“Hmm?”

“Guess what?”

I giggled because she loved to play guessing games ever since she could speak in almost full sentences. I never had the heart to discourage her playful chatter despite her daycare teacher’s warning about how it was becoming disruptive in class.

“What?” I replied casually, taking a sip from my drink.

“I met Daddy today.”

My entire mouthful of beverage was spewed across the room and on to my daughter who whines.

“Mommy ew!” She cried, wiping her little arms in disgust.

“Oh Yuki I’m so sorry sugar,” I snagged some paper towels from the kitchen and began cleaning her off.

“But what did you mean by you met Daddy?” I asked keeping my tone as even as possible. “You don’t have a Daddy, remember?”

She shook her head defiantly, her dark hair flying every which way, “I do have a Daddy mommy! And he’s pretty! And look he gived me a present!!”

My heart was racing as she flew to her small panda backpack. She rummaged through it for a moment before wobbling her way back to me with something in her tiny hand.

When the gold glinted in the light I squeezed my eyes shut tightly, he really went behind my back. I shouldn’t have been surprised, I shouldn’t have felt hurt either. Yuta was resourceful and clearly he used those resources to his advantage to find Yuki’s school.

The tiger bracelet in my daughter’s hand mocked me; after everything I had done to keep that God damned insignia out of her life he literally just dropped it in her hand like nothing.

Once a fucking bastard always a bastard.

It took all I had in me to not snatch the piece of gaudy jewelry out of Yuki’s hand and melt it in my fireplace. I took a very, long and deep breath in.

“Yuki, how did you get this?”

“I told you Mama,” She exasperated, “Daddy gived it to me”

“It’s gave love,” I corrected, “Where did he give it to you?”

She put her finger to her lips in thought, “Mr. Lee tooked us outside to play and dis really big car was dere. Den a big scary man got out, he was not nice Mommy, but den Daddy got out and yelled my name–”

“Yuki, that's dangerous, we've talked about not speaking to strangers!” I scolded her, literally stunned. My daughter was so trusting she basically ran into her father’s arms without question.

She recoiled at my tone and began playing with the little trinket on the bracelet out of nervousness, “But Daddy isn’t a stranger…”

I didn’t mean to scoff at my child but she had never met her father once, I know Yuki was sweet and that she was young but I couldn’t understand why she went against what I taught her for a man who is a complete stranger to her.

“Yuki,” I sighed, “You don’t have a daddy Sugar.”

Her cheeks turned red with a huff, “I do too!”

I put a hand to my forehead ready to end the man I had loved for most of my life. This is exactly why I wanted to keep him out of her life.

“Where was Mr. Lee?” I decided to change my questioning to keep her from getting any more upset.

“He came over after Daddy gived-gave me my present.”

“Did he say anything to…Daddy?” I literally had to swallow the bile rising in my throat.

It took Yuki a moment to respond before she said, “Mr. Lee picked me up and asked Daddy who he was.”

“Anything else?” I pushed knowing it was a little unfair to expect her to remember everything the men said or did but my three year old was my only witness.

“Ummmm yeah!” she said excitedly, “Daddy asked Mr. Lee why are you holding my daughter? And then Mr. Lee said dat I don’t have a daddy. But den Daddy showed Mr. Lee a piece of paper and Daddy told me that he would see me and mommy later and got in the big car again. ”

Oh Jesus Christ. He never changes. Over possessive asshole and what the hell did he show Yuki’s teacher? Such a jerk off move to use my kid as a way to exert some weirdo caveman claim on me.

This was a mess I did not agree to and it was stressing me out. I had no immediate fix to remedy Yuta throwing himself into Yuki’s life. I didn’t even have a clue on where to begin to unravel everything my baby daddy put into her head.

“Thanks baby,” I patted her head, “Go wash your hands, dinner is almost ready.”

“Okay mommy.” she scooted off as I made off for the kitchen.

I never quite made it there because there was a knock on the front door. I sighed I didn’t want to deal with any door-to-door missionaries or salesmen. I went to check the peephole and saw my worst nightmare standing there.

Looking more delicious than the last time I had seen him. Tight ass tshirt hugging his pecs and abs. His organization’s tattoos were covered by the jacket he wore all but the ones on his neck. That same damn tiger he gave to Yuki was peeking over his shirt collar like a damn slap to my face.

Against my better judgment I opened the door. I had a bone to pick with him about going behind my back.

“So you’re a stalker now?” I asked with a strong bite.

He flashed his panty dropping smile at me as he smashed the cigarette he was smoking out under his fancy loafers.

“Only for you baby,” he poked at me with that cheeky tone, “And of course our beautiful Yuki.”

I frowned in anger instantly, “You had no right to go to her school Yuta.”

He tsked, “Why not? Because you said so? Last time I checked I never signed over my parental rights.”

“Are you serious right now?” I gasped in shock, “You abandoned us not an hour after she took her first breath! You never came out of the shadows to do anything with her! As far as I am concerned you did sign off on any kind of rights or relationship.”

His cheeks flushed red which meant he was starting to lose his temper. A real shocker.

“You have no idea the threats I was facing at work, I abandoned our family so that you and our daughter wouldn’t get hurt or worse.”

“Why weren’t you honest with me then? I would’ve understood if it came down to her safety—”

“You’re full of it babe you gave me a hard time whenever I uttered a single word about the family. If I had told you the truth at the time you would’ve ran and I would have never been able to keep tabs on you and Yuki like I’ve been able to since she was born. At least this way I could be with you during your pregnancy and keep you both safe even if that meant I couldn’t be with you after you gave birth to her.”

My head was spinning and I felt like I was being gaslighted, “When I told you I was pregnant you told me to get an abortion.”

He let out a hum, “And when you slapped me across my face that was the end of it. I knew how serious you were about wanting her. I never said another word about it.”

“You’re literally insane…” I mumbled running an entirely confused hand through my hair.

“No doubt about that babe you knew that when we got together back in school. Now that we’ve cleared the air may I please come in and see our daughter? I brought gifts…and since you chose to be petty and ignore me about what size she is I also brought gift receipts.”

I finally noticed the large men standing off to the side with armfuls of gift bags, large, small, medium, mostly girly in prints and pinks. Oh my god he’s bribing my kid, he’s seriously bribing my daughter.

“Yuta do you realize how confusing this must be for her? Like you were nonexistent in her three years of life and just want to pop in with presents and pretend like you were always there? That’s not fair to her, just because you’re her biological father doesn't automatically mean you have a relationship with her. And while we’re on the subject, what the hell did you show to Mark?”

Yuta ticked his jaw to the side and licked his lips; he was angry for sure.

“Who the fuck is Mark?” He snapped at me some of his cool demeanor flying out the window.

Jealous. Again. Over someone who watches Yuki. Utterly ridiculous.

“Yuki’s teacher, remember?” I bit back, “You shoved something in his face, what was it?”

“Her fucking birth certificate,” he said with a clenched jaw, “So you’re on a first name basis with all of her teachers then?”

“Nakamoto Yuta,” I spat, “Enough with your petty jealousy it’s irritating and irrational and also unwarranted.”

“Apparently it isn’t if you’re on a first name basis with her teacher.”

I was 1000% over his childish attitude. This wasn’t the first time we argued over his tendency to get jealous.

“Have a lovely evening Yuta,” I started to close the door but one of the beefy men blocked me from slamming it in my baby daddy’s face.

Yuta snapped at the man in Japanese but looked back to me, “Let me in to see our daughter (Y/n).”

“I didn’t bow to you three years ago and I’m certainly not doing it now,” I growled at him, “You can’t snap your fingers and expect me to jump for you like a dog.”

He ran a hand through his dark shaggy hair in anger, “I expect you to let me have a relationship with our daughter.”

I folded my arms across my chest in means of frustration and protection, “What’s your endgame here Yuta?”

“There’s no endgame here (Y/n) but wanting a relationship with Yuki.”

“Why now though Yuta?” I questioned him with my head tilted.

He opened his mouth to answer when a small cry came from behind me. “Daddy!”

I blocked my daughter’s view by placing my legs in front of the small slot made by the door, “Look what you’ve done. How am I supposed to explain to her that you left when you inevitably leave again?”

The look on his face was a mixture of anger and hurt with his jaw clenched he said, “What I did to keep you and Yuki safe should not be what you hold against me (Y/n), I’ve done a lot of things to warrant your resentment but this is not one of them I promise. You chose me too, you know? It takes two people to have a baby.”

“It’s not my fault the condom broke Yuta…” I growled quietly and my eyes shifted toward my elderly neighbor who was out walking her Poodle. Apparently I wasn’t quiet enough since she gave us an affronted look on her way by.

“It’s your fault you weren’t taking the pill babe,” he said just as angry, “We can point fingers all we want but it’s a little late for the blame game don’t you think? All I want is to see our daughter. Regardless of our past, Yuki has the right to a father.”

My daughter began swatting my legs so she could get to Yuta, “Mommy I wanna see Daddy. Move please!”

I scoffed at how rude my daughter was, “Yuki, that's not how we ask to get by, telling someone to move is impolite.”

“Sorry Mommy but Daddy’s here!”

“Sugar I’ve already told you that you do not have a–”

“(Y/n) don’t you dare finish that sentence. You’re the one that’s going to confuse her. Come here my baby girl, I brought you something!”

My blood boiled as I watched my baby daddy pick my little girl up and kiss her cheek while letting her peek into one of the large gift bags. I couldn’t resist the little smile that poked through at her excited squeal, her happiness was contagious.

My stomach may have done a flip when I noticed the soft look on my ex’s face as he helped Yuki rifle through the clothes he had bought her. It was probably just wishful thinking on my part, but seeing him hold my child just felt natural.

I awkwardly made eye contact with another neighbor who lived across the way and even with the distance I could see the judgmental look on his face. I sighed, finally relenting to let the men in. I didn’t want anyone to report me to the landlord on suspicious activity.

I pushed the door aside and motioned to Yuta, “Come inside, people are staring.”

He gave me that gorgeous smile that got me pregnant in the first place, “Thanks baby.”

As I allowed his guards inside I knew I was going to live to regret my decision but what could one visit hurt?

A lot.

It could hurt a lot.

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eeveecraft · 2 months

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The Fracturing and Decline of the Tulpamancy Community

Why am I back? Well, I've been thinking about this for a while and a friend of mine just discovered the Tulpamancy stuff. If you're reading this, you know who you are. Still not happy that you found out, but it got me thinking about some stuff I want to write down.

So, some of you may know, #RedditTulpas, the official r/Tulpas Discord server shut down like, a few months ago. The Tulpa.info server got shut down back in 2023, and there's also the debacle that happened with Tulpa Chat several years ago. Basically, all of the largest Tulpamancy Discord servers get shut down for whatever reason once they hit a certain point. The main reason why tends to be drama driving the staff to their wits end, which eventually leads to the server being shut down for the well-being of the staff's mental health.

I mean, I guess there's Tulpa Central with its 1,300+ members, but even though Kopase (eugh) isn't the owner anymore, it's still a server that deliberately excludes other forms of Plurality, and I don't think communities like that should be encouraged to exist. Because let's be honest, that's just thinly-veiled ableism and ignores how Tulpamancy techniques can help disordered systems function better. Oh, that and the fact that other plurals can have tulpas, too.

I also want to bring up how r/Tulpas has drastically declined in quality; we are especially cognizant of it because we moderate that subreddit. There's a lot of low-effort, redundant, and sometimes low-key unhinged posts on the Subreddit, and there is very little actual productive discussion. Most posts there nowadays are just questions, many of which have to be removed because they're already questions that are answered in the FAQ or so basic that they should be asked in the pinned post.

With Reddit specifically, I think a factor in this decline is the direction Reddit has been going with trying to become a publicly traded company, especially with their API changes essentially killing third-party apps. That, and Reddit gleefully giving away all of its user posts to OpenAI with no ability to opt out. We ourselves only check Reddit to moderate the subreddit nowadays because of these changes, and we wouldn't be surprised if others followed suit.

However, this doesn't discredit the general trend we've seen with the larger Tulpamancy communities just declining or outright dying.

The Tulpamancy side of Tumblr has been pretty quiet for several years now with the only major Tulpamancy-specific blog besides ourselves really being Sophie's and maybe Caflec's, and we're hardly active in terms of making posts (we just don't have much to talk about anymore).

There was also the Tulpa.info Mastodon instance, Tulpas.social, but that died pretty damn fast. Plural Café closed invites the moment we tried recommending it to others and has been gradually falling apart, too.

My point is: there's hardly any actual large gatherings of Tulpamancy systems anymore. I remember in one of my Tulpamancy Help videos, I explained how the community became fractured, but I think it's gotten even worse. Like, don't get me wrong, I don't think the community should be a monolith; niches exist for a reason. However, there's something just... disheartening about seeing gatherings of 1,000+ Tulpamancy systems just getting dissolved; thousands of people conversing, exchanging ideas, and helping each other just... separated.

You're probably wondering, "Well, if you're complaining about it, you surely have some kind of solution, right?" Well, not really. it seems to be a cycle tied with the general makeup of the community; enough people in the community just seem to be drawn to petty arguments and drama that takes a toll on the people who manage these communities. So for larger gathering to exist, the people need to be palatable. Otherwise, as new communities form and people flock to them, the same people that caused the downfall of the others before will follow suit. And to be frank, I don't quite have a solution in regards to getting people to stop gravitating towards and starting mentally-taxing drama. That's up for the individuals inside the community to figure out, let alone want to change.

So, what's the conclusion? I guess it's just that I believe the community is heading towards some kind of recession, a dark age of some kind. And that makes me sad to extent because the more Tulpamancy spreads, the more its techniques can be used to help people. There's a reason anthropologists and psychologists are studying Tulpamancy, especially with the interest in its possible therapeutic applications. Despite that, I want to be optimistic and hope that eventually, the community finds its stride again instead of fading into further obscurity.

7-15-2024

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cal-daisies-and-briars · 9 days

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🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼

🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟

📖📖📖📖

all blues again i guess!

YEAH! Although the loop is purple for me. Oh well!

24 for ➰

Tagging @steadfastsaturnsrings

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“Do I die the most often?” Buck asks.

Eddie’s eyes lose their sleepy quality.

“What?”

“On the go-arounds,” Buck clarifies. “If we mess up the timeline, is it usually me who dies?”

Eddie swallows. He rubs his eyes.

“It’s random,” Eddie says. “I haven’t counted.”

“But if you had to guess, who is it most often?” Buck asks.

“Okay,” Eddie sighs. “Yeah. Maybe you. You’re the clumsiest.”

Okay, well that’s… Yeah. Fair. Give Buck an opportunity to trip and he’ll take it. He thinks of all the ways he can remember dying outside of the restaurant. The rocks, he did fall. Okay, clumsiness. The car, he was distracted, arguing with Eddie.

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30 for 🔼:

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She still wants a divorce. Still doesn’t want him. Might prefer to have Buck. And hell, he understands that. He would, too, if he were her. But he’s here and he knows her and he can make her feel good and he needs this, too.

Shannon gets the message.

She closes the remaining space between them and before Eddie knows it, they’re kissing. The same way they’ve always kissed. Frantic and hungry and full of as much need as love. It’s the only thing they’ve both always been good at at the same time. Eddie feels a wash of relief crash over him at things falling back into place, even if only for a moment.

They kiss, and everything is good again. Everything feels like home.

They kiss, and he’s here with her. He’s here with her, but he’s also wondering. Wondering what kissing Buck was like. Imagining him, standing just behind Eddie. Lips ghosting at the back of his neck. Eddie could drown in the moment; the blend of reality and fantasy.

He lifts her. Takes them both to her bedroom. Starts undressing her as he sets her on the bed. It’s easy for him to maneuver her. Something he knows she’d liked a lot when they got back together. At the height of their relationship together - when they were kids, at their best - he hadn’t been nearly as strong as he is now. And then he got stronger, but he was gone. And when he was back, they hardly touched each other. But he can do this for her now. He can be strong.

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Hen might be the luckiest person in the whole apocalypse. She knows this. Without a doubt, she understands this. Never forgets to count her damn blessings. Everyone has lost someone. Even her. Most people have lost everything. But here Hen is, with her wife and son, safe and secure, and honestly? Happy. Very happy.

Could life be less dangerous and insecure? Yes. Would she prefer no zombie apocalypse? Obviously. Does she worry about her son’s future constantly? For sure.

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So things are good. No complaints. And if Buck feels that age old loneliness creeping over him, he ignores it. He’s still got more than he’s ever had.

2019

vi.

The first time Buck sees Eddie and Christopher after the Christmas holidays, there’s a woman with them. Which is fine. Totally fine. Buck has no reason to feel a tight knot in his stomach, so he simply doesn’t. Whatever.

“Buck, this is my mom!” Christopher introduces them excitedly. “Mom, this is the best librarian in the whole world, Buck.”

#daisies and briars writes #time likes pulling my teeth fic #buddie shannon throuple fic #go and kill go and die fic

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lorebite · 1 year

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✰ | stargirl:

𝙄 𝙅𝙐𝙎𝙏 𝙒𝘼𝙉𝙏 𝙏𝙊 𝙎𝙀𝙀 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙎𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙀 𝘾𝘼𝙐𝙎𝙀 𝙄 𝙆𝙉𝙊𝙒 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝘼𝙍𝙀 𝘼 𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙍, 𝙂𝙄𝙍𝙇

▪︎ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. cursing. fem reader. D/s dynamic; reader is referred to as "pet" and Josh as "master". use of vibrators and riding crops. slight exhibitionism. orgasm denial. thigh riding. oral sex (m recieving); includes deep-throating and gagging. Josh is implied to be reader's sugar daddy (kinda?) so age gap relationship. lovingly sadistic Josh. some "good girl"s. some teasing and taunting. established relationship. reader is quite anxious and very shy. the title and the line of lyric above are taken from the Stargirl Interlude by The Weekend & Lana Del Rey.

▪︎ 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: first off! happy belated birthday beautiful @kassiekolchek22. you are awesome and lovely and i hope you had an awesome birthday week. you said "older Josh in a suit" and here it is, baby! i hope i delivered. also, those three gifs are the ones I mentioned before. 👀

Watching you on your biggest set yet made Josh proud.

He knew, by the way he stood with his arms folded across his chest and the soft frown weighing on his frown, he seemed standoffish but deep in his heart, a pleasant warmth fluttered as he watched you perform. You were quite the talent and he definitely had an eye for it, picking you up right at door of his office to sponsor you in your next big project.

That was why he was here on this set when he should’ve been in a meeting, brushing aside matters of business to spend time with his favorite girl — his Stargirl.

His heart simply couldn’t contain all the adoration. You were a natural at what you did and despite the current status between you two, your performance was top notch, his presence doing very little to stir the confidence in your movements.

He wasn’t sure whether or not to be impressed. As he stood leaning against a wall with his shoulder, a small remote hidden in the crook of his arm, he toyed with the buttons to see just a tinge of reaction on your face. But nothing he did was able to deter you even for a moment.

Then once filming a certain take was wrapped, he waited for you to join his side like you usually did. If it weren’t for the faint flush on your cheeks and the slight tremble of your fingers, Josh would’ve actually believed you had snuck that toy out of your mocap suit before you went on the set. And that only made a soft smirk quirk the corner of his mouth as he leaned off of the wall to greet you.

“Hey,” you muttered with a timid smile, already shifting from foot to foot as you stood before him.

Josh raised an amused brow, lifting the small black remote he was hiding in the nook of his elbow to click a button with a showy flourish of his wrist. Your shoulders relaxed immediately as the vibration died down and only then he realized the true effect he was having on you from keeping you on the brink of climax for the past hour or so. But hell, if you weren’t being so resilient.

“I have a couple minutes.”

There was a certain urgency in your words as you spoke, a breathless quality, almost as if you were imperceptibly begging him to put you out of your misery

Josh’s smirk widened into something more devilish as he tucked his hands inside the pockets of his ironed black pants, his suit jacket long discarded over the back of a chair nearby.

“And what are you planning to do?” He said, his voice a low sultry drawl.

He knew damn well what you wanted. He could hear the plea in your voice without you even having to utter the actual words. But it didn’t mean he wasn’t going to drag the moment out for the sake of his own entertainment. You were just too easy to tease.

“I—” You choked on your words, lips flickering and bright eyes blowing slightly wider than they already were. “Just take a break, I guess,” you mumbled.

Adorable, Josh thought fondly to himself as a light snicker rumbled in the back of his throat. It was so comical to see how you went from a star confident in your element to a soft, sheepish girl at his mercy. The contrast was oh, so endearing!

“Sure.” He shrugged cooly, his smirk still carving his face as an almost permanent mark of his mischief.

Without another word, he picked up his jacket and turned on his heels to leave the set, leading the way to your trailer out back. You followed silently, sliding your black cap off, careful not to smudge the black markings on your face as you felt your skin grow damp with anxious sweat.

Your heart pounded heavily within its confines, your blood racing hot with anticipation. Your feet felt light with the whirlwind of pleasure roiling the calm of your core and the taut pull of tension crying for a release.

Josh walked up the short steps of the trailer, one hand still buried in his pocket as his jacket rest over inside that same arm. He pushed his idle hand against the door and motioned gently with his head for you to enter first.

The door fell shut behind you and the lock turned with a soft click. You stood there, in the middle of the cramped living room, fidgeting with your fingers and not knowing what to do or what to say. He circled you slowly, leaving his jacket over one of the armchairs.

“So?” He prompted, his sharp gaze finding yours as he began unbuttoning his sleeves.

Your heart gave a jolt as you stared at him, the words stopping right at the tip of your tongue without a chance to escape. He raised a stern brow at your silence, one sleeve rolling up just below his elbow.

“Taking a break, huh?” He remarked with a smirk, filling the quiet on his own. “Care to let me know how you’re planning to do that?”

“I don’t know,” you murmured shyly. But you did, in fact, know.

“You don’t know.” He nodded, his lips pursed in a mocking pout as if he were truly contemplating what you had just said. “No idea at all.”

His tone was teasing. He could see right through you. Though, instead, he decided to play along with your feigned cluelessness nevertheless. Once his sleeves were both undone and bunched over his thick forearms, he stuffed his fingers back inside his pockets, a soft albeit mischievous smirk curving his lips.

“Tell me what you want, little pet.”

The demand took you off guard and your eyes broadened once more. You swallowed, your mouth suddenly dry. You didn’t actually want to speak it. You were too embarrassed to admit to your own needfulness in front of him. But there was weight behind his words. A clear intention. And you knew he wasn’t going to let this go.

An intentional silence—a long uncomfortable one—filled the space between you. Although, one look at Josh, and you knew you were the only one who was simmering in awkwardness, nearly squirming in your spot underneath the heft of his analytical gaze.

Eventually though, he began walking towards the small briefcase by the foot of the couch before he took it to the tiny dining table. His eyes, full of dark mirth, met yours for an instance as he flipped the silver clips open.

“Strip,” was all he said as he veered his focus down to his own hands as they sorted through the contents of the briefcase, his tone taking on a more authoritative air.

You gaped silently in response, your eyebrows risen high on your forehead. “But I can’t,” you protested, your voice shrill with a tinge of anxiety. “I’m not… I’m not allowed to take the suit off.”

Josh raised his head again, a crooked smile—a big sly one—sat in the corner of his mouth as his eyes took you in from head to toe, a small “huh…” slipping under his breath as though just now realizing your predicament.

“What a shame.” His hand rose in the air, a riding crop emerging from the briefcase hung between his long fingers, his voice continued to hold onto that mocking tone as he spoke. “I thought you didn’t want to stain it.”

Of course, you didn’t. The mere thought of it was making your pulse race with panic. But it didn’t seem Josh actually had a similar concern. It was pure evident that he didn’t have a lot of care for a simple mocap suit to become soiled with your juices… if it hadn’t already. In fact, you were almost certain he was getting off on it.

“Turn around,” he demanded softly and you heeded, turning with your back to face him.

In the next instance, you felt the light pressure of his fingers tracing your spine, gripping the zipper on your nape, not hesitating even for a moment to pull it all the way down. His hand ghosted your side, slipping into the suit and down across your stomach before you even had the chance to question what he was doing.

His touch trailed along the waistband of your underwear, sliding just underneath, those big fingers pushing tightly against you in the tight confines of fabric. They rooted aimlessly for a long agonizing moment, nearly intentionally in the way they toyed with your pussy before they latched onto the small vibrator he had you hide in your panties earlier and retracted it out of your suit.

“Mmm—so fucking wet.” He snickered as he inspected the toy underneath the ceiling lights, smirking to himself upon noticing the thin coat of slick glistening on it. “You just can’t help it, can you, sweetheart? Such a messy girl.”

He pushed a gentle hand against your shoulder, prompting you to turn back around and face him once more. When you came eye to eye with him again, he was still holding the riding crop in his other hand, wriggling it tauntingly in your vision.

“Come on now. Speak up for me.” He curled his forefinger and dragged it across your chin in one soothing line. “Let me hear that cute voice.”

Your eyes followed the swift back and forth motion of the riding crop as it flicked in the air – a promise of what was possibly to come. You lowered your head, your fingers once again weaving nervously together as you chewed your lip.

You mumbled something under your breath and Josh raised his eyebrows, his head tilting up, as though he hadn’t heard you. He placed the tip of the riding crop underneath your chin and lifted your face until your eyes met again.

“If you don’t start talking now, I’ll give you a real reason to shut up that mouth of yours.”

The threat didn’t seem to work. Your eyes drifted briefly downwards and found the impressive tent he was sporting underneath the smooth fabric of his ironed pants. You knew what he would have you do should you remain silent and, quite honestly, you were in two minds about it; anxiety and your eagerness to please at war with each other.

“On your knees, little pet,” Josh ordered after a dragging moment of quiet, his tone slightly sharper than before.

Your heart began to thud rapidly as, without a moment’s hesitation, you sunk to the floor, peering up at him with sweet doe eyes, awaiting his next words like a good girl.

He held your chin gently between two fingers, a sardonic smirk tugging the edge of his mouth as a small scoff stirred inside his throat.

“Look at you,” he crooned softly, his eyes flashing with a glint of mischief once more as his smile morphed into something much slyer. “So obedient. Are you expecting a reward, sweetheart?”

Goddammit! He knew how to put you on the spot in the worst, and simultaneously, the best way possible. He knew all the right buttons to press to make you squirm and sweat with just a string of sentences alone. He had yet to really touch you and yet, you could feel yourself already succumbing to the mounting spiral of heat ascending to a peak.

And the worst part of this was, that no matter how you chose to respond, he was going to turn it against you in some capacity. So, you decided to speak the first thing that came to your mind.

“I do…”

That caught Josh’s attention, his ears visibly perking up to the answer that tumbled with ease out of your mouth. He was amused as much as he was surprised by the sheer honesty. This was a first after all. You weren’t entirely known to him for being forward like this.

“Oh—” He cooed, a soft chuckle vibrating deep in his chest. “Now that’s my girl.”

The praise fell short of the brief flicker of elation in his smoldering gaze as it quickly gave its place to that previous wryness that made the corner of his eyes crinkle as a result. He raised his riding crop, the tip now resting against the side of your face and tapping the delicate skin with a barely there firmness – just a little taste, just a little provoking gesture to make your pulse leap.

“So, you know how to use your words.”

And there it was. The remark slipped off his tongue like beads of a torn necklace as his whip lifted your chin once more. His eyes bore into yours, his dilated pupils two yawning maws threatening to devour you whole.

You swallowed and nodded silently in response, your gaze momentarily averting from his before returning to their previous point of focus.

“Well, too bad.” Josh grinned, slowly bending at the waist to lean closer to your face. “Too fucking bad,” he repeated, his voice a low rasp that roused goosebumps along your skin, each word enunciated sharply. “You had your chance and you lost it.” He made a moue of feigned disappointment, shaking his head as he tutted. “Poor little pet.”

His fingers moved to his belt, the buckle clinking as it came undone and one end of the leather fell loose in his large palm.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. I have a much better use for your mouth anyway.”

Soon, his zipper was next to unfasten, revealing a small peek of his bulge through his underwear. Josh took his time to unravel himself, his eyes watching you with hawklike intensity as he clenched his length and guided his flushed tip towards your mouth.

Your lips parted ever so slightly in anticipation, your eyes bouncing back and forth between his face and his swollen cock, your fingers twitching against your thighs, waiting to receive your permission and pounce at the man.

“Give me your tongue.”

You did. You let your mouth fall open and your tongue out, stopping just underneath the leaking head of his cock. Josh lifted his shaft before letting it flop gently back down on your tongue, the throbbing tip meeting the wet pink flesh with a faint tap.

He repeated the action a few times, sometimes even intentionally missing your tongue to, instead, smear his precum over your lips. His smile widened as he watched you, noticing the dire look of plea in your eyes, still keeping your mouth open for him. A small whine bubbled up your throat, followed by a muffled “please”.

“Oh, you really want this, don’t you?” He giggled and you nodded quickly. “Do you think you’ve earned my cock, pet?”

“Yes… please… please, let me have this.”

Let me have this. Why, of course, you didn’t even say the damn word as though it was some sort of disease. Your cheeks flushed at the mere thought of speaking it.

Josh’s lips puckered into an ‘o’, his brows arched at how quickly those words came rushing through your teeth. He didn’t seem to mind the way you beat around the bush… for now.

“There you go. Good girl.”

He uttered no more comments as he slowly began sliding his length into your mouth. The glistening tip passed through the warm and wet orifice, dragging across your tongue and rousing a tight-lipped groan from the depth of his throat.

You closed your lips around him, taking the soft pulsating flesh onto your tongue immediately, your tongue making haste to lap at the sensitive underside, furling and unfurling around the curve. Josh breathed in a shuddering sigh, his other hand reaching for the back of your head for a morsel of balance as his knees began to tremble through the flood of pleasure consuming him whole.

“Good girl,” he rasped; his voice so hoarse, it cracked as he said the words. “Good fucking girl.”

You upped your speed, the fervor of your mouth increasing with it as well. You breathed sharply through your nose, the smothered moans catching futilely in the back of your throat.

Josh gripped your head more tightly, his entire body growing visibly tense at the taut pressure of pleasure weighing against his flesh. This was subconscious for him; he began meeting every movement of your mouth with a small thrust of his hips, reaching with his cock all way to the back of your throat, groaning as the soft fleshy wall grazed against his tip.

Hot tears pricked the corner of your vision as you tried to stifle a few gags but inevitably failed in the end, your body reacting reflexively; your stomach tightened and a vague noise fled you. Josh moaned heartily at the sensation of your throat closing around his tip, his head thrown back over his shoulders, his lips loose and open.

“Oh, fuck, yeah—just like that, sweetheart.”

That was all the encouragement you needed to keep going, your pace erratic, your mouth loud and wet, a concoction of your own saliva and Josh’s precum oozing down the length of your chin. You raised a quick hand to fist the rest of his cock, moving your fingers in time with your mouth, sometimes sliding off his shaft to gently massage his scrotum.

A deep moan rattled in his chest, the muscles of his thighs flexing as pleasure quickly poured into a crescendo within his core. You could feel how damningly close he was by the way his cock swelled inside your mouth, readying to spill free down your throat in matter of instances.

He groaned quietly to himself, a succession of nearly incoherent curses slipping under his harsh exhales of breath as his hips twitched and faltered against your face. His back arched as another full moan scratched the walls of his throat.

“Fuck—I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come.”

And with that, his cock spurted with rivulets of warm cum onto your tongue, pouring itself empty into your throat. You moaned softly at the taste, your mouth parting for some of the load to seep through the crack between your lips and down your chin.

Josh was still breathing heavily as he came down, his hand easing on your head and returning to his side. A soft dazed smile replaced the old sarcastic one, his thumb raising to swipe over the glistening streak of juices all over your chin after pulling himself out.

“What a good little pet.” His hand patted fondly against your cheek. “You made Master proud.”

You smiled back at him, unbothered by the mess he had just made of your face… and the fact that you had to explain why those black markings were wiped clean once you went back on the set again. But right now, you weren’t troubled by that thought. Right now, your center of focus was only now and Josh.

Josh brushed an unceremonious thumb over your lips, wiping a smear of cum beneath the soft pad of his digit. He lifted your face once more, admiring the blissful —already fucked out— look on your face, his sly smirk making a quick return.

“Good pets deserve treats, don’t you think?”

You stammered—yet again. Unbelievable. When it came to your own pleasure, you could never understand why you became so tongue tied, why you seemed to choke on your own words. Usually, Josh let you off the hook, speaking the words for you and only asking for a simple “yes” or “no” in return.

But not today.

Today, he was being a little more sadistic than usual; and you knew it wasn’t just out of frustration. No. Definitely not. Josh would never bully you like this if it meant you couldn’t take it... if it meant he couldn’t indulge in it somehow. Making you squirm was his worst talent and most favorite vice. He always needed that kick, his large fix of teasing you to tears. Every time.

His grip tightened on your chin, the pressure slightly jerking your head backward. “Well?” He prompted curtly. “Do you think you deserve a treat?” He cocked his head to the side, one eyebrow arching with sternness as your silence stretched on. “Cat got your tongue, sweetheart?”

Your throat constricted with difficulty as you swallowed and shook your head. “No, Master.”

“Then be a good girl and answer my question.”

You nodded. “I think – I think I deserve a treat.”

Josh craned his neck down, his face inching closer to yours as his gaze grew hard and expectant, burning deeply into yours.

“You think?”

You nodded your head again, albeit much more slowly this time, as though that shred of confidence within you was already beginning to dwindle, sifting through the cracks of your being as Josh continued to question you.

Your lips formed into a slight pout. A softness, almost a tinge of sympathy, roiled the sharp look behind Josh’s eyes as his thumb traced over your lower lip once more. But as quickly as it had come, it flitted into his signature biting look of wryness.

“You… think?” He repeated and you could swear the room was starting to swim before your very eyes. His tone was austere as hushed as it may have been; there was a certain edge to it, as though you had just leapt feet first into some trouble. “Alright.”

Josh pulled away from you to pull his pants back up and make his way to the sole couch in the living room, taking his seat atop the hard cushions with his knees spread part. Your heart thundered in your throat as you watched him from your position on the floor, every inch of your skin tingling with adrenaline – the good kind and the bad kind. He patted a hand against his thigh and nodded affirmatively.

“Come on, little pet,” he urged. “I’ll help you decide if you deserve a reward or not.”

Slowly, you rose to your full height, your eyes unable to settle upon his even for a brief moment as you walked towards him and straddled his thigh. He tapped the end of his riding crop to the side of your leg, almost in a silent beckoning.

“Start riding my thigh.” He demanded and your eyes broadened. “What?” You breathed out, your mouth slack with surprise.

“You heard me, pet. Grind that pretty little cunt against my thigh.” He leaned forward, his free hand lifting to hold your chin once more. “Isn’t that what you want? You want to come, don’t you?”

A small, shy nod of your head was your only response to him.

“Good girl. You know what to do then.”

It took you a moment to build your courage up to the point that allowed you enough confidence to begin moving and once you did, Josh wound one strong arm around your waist to keep you steady.

The stretchy fabric of your suit was a cruel barrier between your pussy and his leg, making it that much more difficult to create a friction that was any pleasurable. Josh had to know. He could’ve waited until you were both back at his office and inside his little playroom to make the half a day long teasing and denial worth it but no. He wanted to teach you a lesson and he wanted to do it here and now.

You were practically bouncing on his thigh at this point, your pace having grown quick and uneven within a matter of seconds as all the bottled up momentum of the hours past began to rapidly peak in your core, swirling like a storm of heat threatening to take hold of your entire body.

Josh pulled you closer towards his chest until his lips found the side of your face, his mouth whispering unintelligibly by your ear – words you couldn’t make out through the haze of pleasure clouding your mind but you could easily feel the need in them, rife with such a rich timber that resonated deep into your bones. It was as though your pleasure was his own, getting off just as you were.

“Are you going to moan for me?” He said, the question coming across as more of a demand. “Come on. Let me hear you.”

Your lips quivered as a soft whimper slipped off of them and he chuckled, the sound a deep hum in your ear, making the hair on the back of your neck bristle.

“Oh, you sound so cute.”

A louder moan escaped your throat and Josh groaned in response, his mouth pressed against your jawline, his tongue teasing your damp skin in small loose circles. He tightened his grip around your waist, resisting the urge to pin you against his chest to feel the warmth of your body seep through his clothes and down to his very core.

“That’s it. Keep going. Mmm, yeah, just like that. Good girl.”

His praises pushed you closer and closer to the precipice of your orgasm, your pussy clenching upon every word out of his mouth. You were so fucking close already. Your thighs were growing faint and trembly from the exertion and the winding tension of arousal begging to snap free.

All of a sudden, Josh’s mouth was flush against your ear once again, his fingertips pressing indents into your hip.

“Say you want to come. Say it and I’ll let you.”

You whined softly. This was too much to ask for when your brain had been wiped clean of any comprehensible thoughts. I want to come… I want to… The words seemed to trail one after another in your mind but your voice failed to register them. God, you wanted this so badly but why couldn’t you just say it?

“Please,” you murmured instead, a shaky breath in your throat. “Please, Master.”

“Please, what? Tell me, sweetheart.”

A needful groan slipped under your tongue. “I’m so close… Fuck, I’m so—”

“And?” He said gruffly. “There’s no other way. You have to say it.” His lips brushed over the outline of your ear, his breath warm and heavy against your skin. His voice dropped dangerously low, a deep growl on his lips as he spoke again, “I swear to fucking god, I’m not letting you come until I hear you say it.”

“I—please… I can’t… please, Master…”

One instance, Josh was clicking his tongue irritatedly and the next, both of his large hands were clasping around your thighs, effectively stopping your frantic movements. “Stop,” he said through gritted teeth. “That’s enough. You’re done.”

Your eyes fluttered as the fruitless high, once again, began to slowly subside, a window of clarity opening through the daze of arousal in your mind. Oh, fuck, you suddenly realized. He denied you. Again. And this time around, it was your fault.

“Master—”

“No.” He raised an index finger, gaze returning to a pointed look that made your heart sink. His voice remained level despite its cutting tone. “You had your chance.”

He gently guided you off of his thigh and back to your feet, the tension weighing over the room slowly becoming more subdued as Josh met your eyes once more.

“You’re gonna be late.” He flipped a wrist to glance at his watch before both of his hands slithered back inside his pockets. A cheeky smile stretched across his lips.

You were taken aback by the sudden shift in his demeanor. It was as though, intentionally, he was pretending that the seconds and minutes prior never even took place.

“Master,” you tried again, your eyes wide with plea. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…” You trailed off, unsure of what to say.

“Oh, of course, you didn’t.” He shrugged nonchalantly, his features set in a faint playful look. He leaned forward, his lips coyly trailing along the corner of your mouth with a ghostly kiss. “Like I said, you can’t help yourself. But that’s alright.” He straightened himself again, smiling wickedly. He knew what he was doing to you.

There was no questioning it. The moment had passed and you knew that no amount of apologies was going to remedy the situation. You had no choice but to accept it without any complaints lest he denied you of something far worse.

“And if you’re a really good girl,” he started, already picking up his jacket and walking towards the door of the trailer. “You’re going to beg me for it next time.” He stopped to turn over his shoulder and wink at you before he slid out the door.

Oh, you’ve really done it this time.

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A/N: Is it bad that I can relate a little too much to Yuuya? Anyway, reader is insecure and Ace is an ass. A good 10k words??? I can't assure you a good quality throughout the entire fic

A/N 2: I died and revived halfway through writing the fic and the scenario went brrr (started this during December 2022 oops)

F!Reader; Ace

•〔　！〕Smut; First time; Grammatical errors; Not proofread

Ace looked at the sorry excuse the prefect of the Ramshackle dorm was.

She had unconsciously curled up into her seat, not because of the light almost see through clothes that served as a poor excuse for pajamas, but most probably because of how insecure she was about getting closer to the boy. And the sight made the clench in his ribs almost unbearable.

He was kind of stupid wasn't he? Suddenly barging into her place in the middle of the night despite having insulted her a few hours ago. It had taken for her to properly guide the unlucky chandelier group — aka him, the magicless student, whoever this dormmate of his was and a highly sensitive beast — through the obstacle the mine monster was for him to realize that she wasn't as boring as what he had told her. And now that he was before her, he remembered how he had never properly apologized.

He opened his mouth, but it seemed that the two of them had the same idea as their voices overlapped over one another. It resulted in an awkward silence that became a just as awkward game of "you first." And his persistence made him win the game.

Her knees brushed against one another as she tried to get her words out. "I know that the couch is not comfortable, so if you want you can always sleep in my bed." Eh? That was even more unexpected than what he had imagined. Didn't she mean that she wanted him to leave? Wasn't she supposed to be angry at him for how he had belittled her so far? And he made sure to voice those thoughts to her.

"I guess that… I am a little angry about that. But I don't like being caught in problems, and I don't want you to sleep under the rain too." The water drop that hit his face empathized her claim. As he wept it off his cheek with the back of his blazer and cursed the shady state of the building, he thought about how kind she was. Too much even. He was not one to be bothered by such things, but he was oh so guilty when she would selflessly try to bring him comfort — and at the back of his mind, the idea that someone other than would take advantage of it surely grew to become something he feared.

He drapped his arms over the back of the sofa, a playful smile hanging on his lips. "So~ You're okay with letting me sleep in your bed? You can't take it back once you've said yes!" A yelp left his mouth as a coil found fun by jabbing his behind.

"I've already proposed it to you… I can't just take it back now." Right! That's why he had said that she was boring. She had never talked back, they had been glued to each other for an entire day but she was just being placide and let everything unfold before her. It was a shame, especially after he had seen how she had the power to easily fix problems and had a complex yet interesting way of thinking. But so, at least he didn't have to beg to have things go his way. It would've been awkward to use the argument of his slim body to gain even the slightest bit of sympathy.

"Then come on, lead the way." She sighed as she got up, clearly displeased by the way he was addressing her, but not wanting to express it.

After they had entered the room, she had gone straight to bed, watching from time to time as he got himself ready to sleep. The urge to tease her about it died whenever he looked at her. Her eyes, expressing how expectant she was for him to finish, stopped him from doing so. And the way she was coddled up under the cover like a child made the guilt come back. She looked cute like that, and that was a damn stupid thought for him to have.

He eventually slid under the cover, his buttoned up shirt was partially open and he had kept his trousers on to keep some kind of decency. She did mention that he was allowed to sleep in his underwear after he had jokingly asked about it, arguing that she was used to it as she had brothers, and if needed she could put pillows in-between them. It may have been too straightforward for him, and before he could properly think about it he had already disagreed saying that it was only a joke.

Minutes passed where the two of them thought about the one by their side in silence. Their reflexions going from a simple "he's stupid" to more complex ones. And Ace was not one to keep himself from expressing his opinions. If he had something to say, then he would say it. "You're too kind, you know? Think about yourself more, you need to strengthen yourself a bit." It broke the stillness between them.

She shuffled under the cover, pulling it even higher above her face as if to hide it. Not that he could even see her half lidded eyes, dropped with sadness, to begin with as it was too dark. "Am I not already?" He turned towards her, unconsciously trying to make out the shape of her face despite knowing that he couldn't. "I'm "kind" as you say, but for me it's only a mean to avoid any problems that can be an obstacle to my peace. I just want to be comfortable, and I'll do anything to be. Isn't that egoism?" The silence that followed made her question her words, forgetting about the boy laying beside her. Just like everyone she had needs that had to be fulfilled, and those needs were the only thing that pushed her forward despite the hole in her heart. If she couldn't have her family by her side, if she couldn't let go of this loneliness, she could at least work out something that will compensate and make her forget about those worries.

"You're as kind as you're dumb to say things like that without hesitation." She almost choked at his words, and the snickers that followed let her understand that he had found fun in her short surprise. Part of the dip beside her disappeared as he sat up. "Shit I've never imagined talking about this kind of stuff so late at night… So what? Now it's selfish to wish for something and to work for it? And you could've just given me the sofa, but you've still offered me the bed because I could've caught a cold. If you feel that you have any obligation related to my health then you might as well be kind." A whine left the back of her throat before she could have stopped it.

She hated those words. "Kind." She was just a normal and average human being, she didn't like those labels that would be thrown at her whether she liked it or not. It was distressing in a way how some people felt the need to put nice words for her as if she had deserved it.

The mattress once again dipped, but this time on each side of her face. She was surprised that his hands were caging her head and his hot breath fawning over her face. He was on all four above her, he had moved so swiftly she had barely had the time to register it. "It seems to me that you're just overthinking." She felt the heat of his body licking her skin as he got closer to her, his arms bending and allowing him to do so. "I can try and make you forget about it, what do you think?"

He patiently waited, knowing that it may seem to her that his request was out of the blue. But she was oh so tempting, and he couldn't stop thinking about her ever since they had left each other after the mine incident. He had never been interested in these kinds of things but somehow she was messing with his internal compass, messing with his mind and reminding him that he was still so full of needs that were left unattended for a while already. And hey, she needed to get rid of those intrusive thoughts, and he wanted her. So he might as well kill two birds with one stone.

"Do you have a condom?" A what now? She let out another sigh, one that he knew he would get accustomed to, and traced the side of his face with the tip of her fingers.

"It doesn't seem like you had sex before." Now he was surprised. For her to say such crude words without any shame but at the same time struggling to tell him off when he was annoying her. And the way he just shut himself off made her assume that she was right (and she was.) "I'm not more experienced than you, but I know a thing or two. And I know that we need a condom."

"Why? It's not like you can get pregnant on your first time?" The high pitched noise that rang through the room as she slapped her forehead with the heel of her hand was way more effective in letting Ace know just how stupid she thought he was than a mere sigh.

"I… don't think that I have the willpower to explain things in-depth to you at the moment." She gently took his hands and sat up to be at the same level as where she believed his face was. "Just know that yes I can, and we won't do a thing without a condom." She plopped herself back in the bed and set herself back to sleep.

"Sleep tight, Ace. Have nice dreams."

He had yet to move from where he was kneeling. She had put an end so easily to the conversation, he was even doubting that it had ever happened. What the hell were those things she knew, and why was he curious to hear about it? But eventually he came back to the problem at hand as he settled too on his side of the bed. "Where am I even supposed to get those?"

"800 students, some of them are bound to develop some kind of physical relationship." He hummed at that, as if to say that he was giving it some thought even if he didn't care about it. "The infirmary must give some condoms to avoid STDs. Or there's a shop on the way here, maybe they're selling some there." Oh so she was telling him where to look for those. As much as he liked the idea of getting close to her —and wow, it was his first time ever wanting someone this much— he didn't trust himself to actually have the courage to buy them. Even imagining getting them was enough of a hassle for him. Having condoms was not his top priority and he was lazy just thinking about them.

"Thanks I guess." Well too bad, they won't have sex. But maybe that was a good thing. He was not one to follow societal wildly spread conceptions (as your first-time was important) but maybe that this once, it wouldn't be a bad thing to listen to them.

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He came back the very next day. Condom in hand.

Now, to avoid any misunderstanding, it would be nice to mention that he wasn't desperate enough to get them. If anything he had told himself that he wouldn't get them and that he should just forget about getting more intimate with her.

Yet, it had seemed that his dorm had other plans. His senior, Cater he believed his name was, had suddenly given him a handful of those plastic packages of various sizes. "Riddle's order! Every frosh are to be safe!☆" He had said when he saw how appalled Ace was. It was actually more of the nurse's order after she had chewed Crowley out for the lack of security in the school. He also added that they were to have every size to be sure to have something that fits them, it would be bad if it was too small for them to wear, right? Not every dorm was particularly uptight about this rule, and even fewer of them tried to hand them the right size — so far only Heartslabyul and Pomefiore had made this kind effort. While Riddle wasn't exactly fond of this rule, rules are rules and he still cared for those under him, so he might as well go all out.

Now the school's problem had become his, and he didn't know how to approach her. He was already in front of the rundown building after asking his dormhead the permission to sleep at her place, but how should he bring the subject back? He didn't care about how others may see him, but she was somehow a different story.

After taking a deep breath, he knocked. It didn't take long for the door to open and he cheerfully greeted her, a hand scratching the back of his head. "Hey prefect! You don't mind me crashing at your place again, right?" She stared blankly before welcoming him with a small "sure" that led to a dutiful silence. And this awkward smile on her lips was a nightmare to look at. How could it both drive him away but also stir his heart so badly?

As he entered, he finally saw her lack of clothes. The only pair of pants she had had been ditched somewhere and replaced with shorts that could barely be seen above her dirty white blouse. Upon further inspection, her entire body was painted with black spots and her buttoned up shirt had turned a dark brown with whatever liquid had drenched it.

"Errh, what happened to you?" She looked down at her poor state before becoming even more reserved. He was surprised to see her pouting as she awkwardly pulled at her clothes.

"I was trying to see what was wrong with the water heater, I hate having to shower with a bucket." She sighed as she stretched her back, hands placed on her back as she bent backwards. "But the thing is beaten down, there's no way I'll have hot water any time soon." She whined even louder and great seven, it was the first time he had ever heard her being so genuine! She even sounded approachable. If she kept such extraversion, surely the bullying would slowly soften. She wasn't an opportunist after all, and they would come to understand this.

"If you really need, I can always sneak you in my dorm. You won't mind sleeping with me, right?" The smirk that had formed on his lips paired with the boyish popular facial expression made her giggle. What was he trying to do? Didn't he say that sleeping with her was "meh"? (No offense, she did sense that he was joking) She turned around and walked him to the living room, her shoulders still shaking as she tried to hide her laughter.

He marveled at the state of the parlor. He had last entered it less than a day before, but it was vastly different then what he had remembered! She sat him down as he continued to watch his surroundings. "I tried to clean up a bit but it's still dirty… I'm sorry for the mess."

"What are you? A perfectionist?" She may have only removed a few paintings and thrown a worn out blanket over the sofa, it was enough for the room to change. "This is good enough." She gently laughed, still not quite sure how to react to the compliment.

Knowing the person Ace was —or at least had a semblance of an idea of it— she tried not to let the silence between them linger and asked him if he wanted to sit so as to not make things awkward. It may have had the contrary effect because he was frowning as he made himself comfortable on the couch. And when she asked if he wanted a coffee to drink he just snapped.

"What are you? An old woman? Stop acting like one, shit. 'Is so fucking boring…" He grumbled the last part and crossed his arms. His annoyed eyes were sending daggers as she was left trying to find her words, mouth repeatedly opening and closing.

She eventually brought her fist up and coughed inside after finally snapping out of her surprise. "So… why did you come here?" She tried not to think much of his words. They only fed her insecurities, but if she were to express them right now, wouldn't it just confirm what he had said? If anything, she had learnt that talking about feelings was considered "boring" by most people her age. "And what's up with the bag?" She tried to change the subject by pointing said object with a finger, but it actually made him uneasy.

He tried to answer, catching himself multiple times to rectify and find the right words before eventually giving up. Instead he gave her said bag. "Condoms." He said right when she opened it.

Much to his displeasure, the silence that they (more like she, he didn't make any efforts so far to make her feel better) had tried so hard to push away all this time had finally found its way in their conversation. She was carefully processing what was before her and by the time she had eventually come to accept what it was, he had become a small puddle of sweat.

"I didn't expect you to have so much in so little time." He blushed furiously at that and took the bag back. He was furious, seething, by what she was implying. He was NOT a pervert! And he wouldn't let her think so! Or that's what he tried to convince himself to think because he sure as hell was more embarrassed about it than angry. After all, it's the exact image he didn't want her to have about him.

But she was far from thinking this and– no, actually, a part of her was impressed by how obsessed and eager he may have been, even if that's not the actual case.

"Hey dumbass! What makes you think I prepared all of these?!" He sat back down, putting all his plastic square packages in between his legs. One hand was tightly gripping his thigh while the other was hiding his bright red face from her. "Some older guy in my dorm gave me those, apparently it's a dorm rule for every student to receive them at the beginning of the year…" His voice barely escaped from his fingers, only managing to come out as an almost indescribable grumbling.

"Then it's a good coincidence for us." She came closer to him and much to his embarrassment, she put a hand in the bag, grazing her hand against and stimulating his growing hard on as she rummaged through it to grab a few of the small packages. She eventually fished out a couple of the condoms, and showed them off to the boy. "So which one's your size?"

"How the hell should I know?"

She deflated at that. "Come on, every boy has measured it at least once. Isn't it important for you all to know about it —so you can compare it in the boy locker room?" The last part wasn't pronounced, but her understood her innuendo. He did actually measure it, but he wasn't going to talk about it so casually. His lack of answer only pulled a sigh out of her, one that quickly made him cower inside the uncomfortable sofa. She had moved to be on her knees, a soothing hand caressing his thighs as she looked up at him. "If you really don't know then I'll have to try each one of them. One by one."

Her fingers started playing with the zipper of his trousers, pulling it open with an ease that almost made him question if she really was new to this. "W- Wait!" He stopped what she was doing by taking her hands in his. She looked at him, fixating on something other than the clothed bulge that was now out for her to see. "What a-are you doing? I- I'm not-... I mean no! I-I a…m actually…!"

She nodded and pulled her hands down against her bent knees. He sighed at her action, but quickly straightened back. There was no way in hell she had understood what he was trying to say, so why was she nodding understandingly. There were many ways for her to misinterpret it, and if she actually did, he didn't know what he would do–

"Ah yes, consent. I understand if you don't want to. I got ahead of myself and thought we were about to do it, I'm deeply sorry for assuming things and—"

He cut her off with an undignified "eeh?!" that made her tilt her head to the side. "Where the hell is this story about consent coming from?" She was about to answer but he shook his head from side to side. "You know what, I don't even want to know." He continued talking, explaining that what he was actually trying to say was his size. Dick size. And that she didn't have to test each condom.

She picked up and ripped a packet of the right size open with a relieved sigh. "I was honestly scared of wasting so much condoms." She took the rubber out and examined it closely before watching the lubricant stretching into a bridge between her fingers. "I've never actually put a condom on something before so it's a first for me." She put it back on the opened package and went back to working with his now rocking hard cock.

"Please don't be too harsh with me."

He gulped down the excess of saliva to try and cool off his face. She was adorable like that, pulling out his member, or more it being freed and slapping her square in the face. She let out a dissatisfied sound as she rubbed her eyes from the precum that had gotten on her eyelids.

"You're not circumcised." She pulled the foreskin down to let the head of his cock free for her to see. If the precum was a lot before, now that the tip was out in the open, she could see just how much of a mess it was. She hummed as she circled the hole at the very top of it and enjoyed each of his twitching. "I've never seen an uncircumcised one so close… but don't worry, as long as you're clean, I'm down for you." She let out a string of "hehe" that made his blood pump faster. He grabbed the back of her head and pulled her back so that she could directly connect her eyes with his.

"Stop joking around already." She agreed to do so in a tone that almost made him question whether she would really do it or not, and went back to her forgotten condom.

She recited, one by one, every step needed to put a condom on under her breath, guiding herself into doing it as Ace visibly didn't have much knowledge. Once it was done, she brightened up and happily clapped his thigh, which made him hiss with pain.

"In one go!" She happily said with a proud smile that was all too bright for him. His fingers that were still planted into the root of her hair brought her attention back to the twitching member in front of her by angling it back to where it was at first.

"A-Ah wait… I'm a bit nervous… I've never done this before." But she was only shoved forward as an answer, her cheek planting against his pelvis. His penis was now right before her nose and mockingly staring back.

"Then you'll learn." She timidly sniffed it, something that took him aback.

She pecked it at first, trying to see how it would go, and the first impression being quite good, she switched to small stripes being licked along his shaft. While it was rather tasteless for her, his breath was heavy and his body had become unbearably hot.

He popped a few buttons of his shirt open, letting his chest breath as she moved to the base of his dick where two fingers were tightly pressing it. He didn't expect to feel all of her touches so vividly with a condom on, but she had once again found a way to surprise him.

His fingers moved from the back, where he painfully was gripping the small hairs along her nape, to the top of her head when she finally shifted her attention back to the tip of his shaft. A hand still lingered at the base where she kept a tight grip while the other was pumping up and down.

It started with small kisses that quickly became her pumping his cock in her mouth. The first try had left her a coughing mess, but the second was much more successful after making her hand into a fist. He did marvel for a second at the technique, wondering if it would actually work, but his mind went into shambles when the warmth of her cavity wrapped his lower half in a steamy hug.

She tried to peek up at him, wanting to see his facial expression, but couldn't do so as his hand only but pressed her further down his aching shaft. Later, when he would cum inside the plastic protection, she would have the time to see it as he would bask into his aftermath.

And it may have come earlier than what she had expected because he removed himself from her mouth not long after. He fisted his rod as he kept her in front of him. Was it because he wanted to get off to her face or because he imagined her covering with his cum? He didn't know, but both were good endings for him.

He eventually came, the condom swelling with the amount of sperm he had let out and she just watched, fascinated, as it did so. He came rather fast, but she was not worried at all, and she was ready to comfort him if he ever felt down about it. It was normal for a first-time, and she was more curious about the taste than the time.

"Was it good?" She asked as she started to take the condom off. She carefully carved the sight of his flushed face, drooling and seemingly fucked out of his mind, in her memories. She was not one to masturbate, but this image could only become a great fantasy for her to get off to for the next following days.

He let out a small moan as he stretched his back and tilted his head down to see what she was doing. "Yeah, I didn't expect it to be so good actually." Thankfully he had finished his words in time, she had started to remove the condom, and he feared just how embarrassing it would have been if he had to explain why he had stopped talking halfway through. She was pushing every last bit of his cum out of the plastic and onto the tongue she had stuck out.

A humm left her as she swallowed it all, a thumb passing over her lips and chin to pick any leftovers before popping it inside her mouth. "It's kind of sweet. You should watch your diet." He groaned as she merely laughed.

"Shut up. I'm not here for diet advice." His words only made her laugh harder.

But she quickly came to a stop. "Ah wait, that was a bad move." She got up and dusted herself with a sigh under his curious eyes. "You can still get STDs by swallowing semence."

"Are you implying that I have STDs?" It seemed to get on his nerves, and she quickly tried to reiterate her words.

She sat on his legs and shook her head. "No, but there's always a possibility even if you're a virgin." For whatever reason, the last word made him frown even more. Why do boys his age have to be so hard to work with? His ego was truly something else. "There's also a possibility that I have those, so don't take it as something personal. I'm just trying to make you pick up good habits."

But he didn't listen. Now that she was on him, he could feel her warm and dripping cunt on his limp manhood. Even with two layers of clothes, it was impossibly wet and coated him with her juice. He had put two hands on her hips as she was talking and had started to grind her against him.

She quickly saw what he was doing and gently wrapped her arms around his neck and arched her back to press her chest against his open one. "You've barely come a minute ago, shouldn't you wait before going back to it?" But he merely groaned as an answer and buried his face in the junction of her neck.

He continued his movements, which have been gradually increasing in force, as her heavy breath picked up with the pace and blessed his ears.

Still pressed against him, she slid to fingers in-between their body to continue his previous work. The last buttons of his shirt were popped open and she removed the piece of cloth from him.

"Aaah… W- Wait…" she gently pushed her hands against his chest and backed from the rod grinding against her. "We need another condom." He mindlessly nodded but felt awfully frustrated when her fingers left him to search for a new piece of rubber.

She did the same as before after opening the package, saying aloud what she was doing as she pinched the tip of the condom and rolled it over his shaft.

He curiously watched as she raised herself above his rocking hard erection, her expression rather unsure and her bottom lip tightly grasped in-between her teeth. "Uh, shouldn't I prepare you or something." He was not one to care much about others, but surely she wasn't about to put herself through pain, right?

She flushed at his words and nervously tapped his shoulders. "Don't worry… We'll just go slowly." She had thought that he had forgotten about it all. With how uncomfortable she was with her body, she thought it would be best for her to just skip such steps so she could avoid any types of embarrassment. Surely the pain won't be so bad if they were to take their time.

He didn't push her further on, thankfully for her, and she slowly pushed herself against him. And maybe that she should have thought twice about this lame idea because she had to stop when the tip was barely in. The blush on his cheeks came back when she once again pressed her chest to his, except this time hissing and twitching.

A few minutes passed where the two of them were too engrossed in both their current fixation — him enjoying the feel of her clothed breasts against him and her laboured breath, and she, focusing on his fast beating heart, before he came back to the current situation at hand. "Uhh, you're sure you're good?"

"Yeah…Yeah yeah." She mindlessly nodded as she took the chance to continue her way down his shaft. Despite the slight uncomfortable feeling of being full, she had indeed relaxed. She eventually came to a stop when her ass was pressed against his thighs and it pulled a moan out of him that she gladly let her ego feed on.

"Uh, you seem to like it." He didn't answer, his mind far too gone for him to properly care about the comment. He still buried his face in the crook of her neck when he felt her sliding off his cock.

She was using his shoulders as a leverage, two tight hands marking his skin with the crescent shapes of her nails, and slowly pulled herself upwards. At the same time, his face followed the shape of her body that was pressed against him. His nose ended up brushing her clothed breasts. And the material scratching his skin successfully pulled him out of his reveries.

Once she was high enough, the tip barely peeking from her cunt, she went back down. Although more easily this time. Both of their voice resonated in the empty room, and she was thankful that no-one was around to hear them — or at least they didn't make themselves known and avoided the parlour, which was just as good actually.

He was tempted to dig his fingers in the small of her back to switch to a faster pace, but the fabric that was still hiding her upper body was more bothering at the moment. His shaky hands moved to her buttoned up shirt, the way she was bouncing and moaning on top of him almost making him forget about what he was trying to do, and started undoing the buttons one by one. He deemed his mission complete when half of the blouse was open and didn't waste time diving in her breasts to bite and lick whatever parcel of skin was welcoming him.

Her whimpers and hitched breath only increased as shivers would rack her body to the point that she was only but uncontrollably twitching. And when her pace eventually faltered, Ace was sure to take over, two hands grasping her ass and jumping her on his thighs as he continued to shamelessly bite the top of her chest.

The dents of his zipper painfully turned her skin red with every thrust. But in the heat of the moment and the different overlapping sensations, it only further stimulated the coil that was painfully tightening in her lower half and made her voice higher.

She thanked whatever divine being she could imagine, her mind fading to a blank state with each of his trusts inside her and her body so hot that she feared that she would just succumb to it all. Her stomach twisted painfully when his pace suddenly picked up, something that she had never experienced before, and made her wonder if her end was getting closer.

But he stopped right when she felt herself reaching her peak.

He groaned as he let himself rest against the sofa. Now limp, he wasn't maintaining her body up, and she just fell forward against him.

How frustrating it was, her lower half was still pulsating with pleasure, and she couldn't understand why he stopped. "Ace, are you done?" She whispered from his shoulder, where her head was resting. He pressed a hand against his forehead before removing the sweat and hairs sticking on it.

"Uh…" oh he was still very much basking into the aftermath of his climax, and it took a while for her words to be understood by him, she even repeated herself when she heard how lost he was. "Yeah… yeah, shit that was– fucking shit it's-" He tried to utter some kind of answer but his mind was too much of a mess for him to properly think. At least he understood what she said now.

She sighed, tempted to press a kiss against the skin of his neck, but they weren't close enough for her to do it, right? If they were just some kind of one night stand (it's the middle of the afternoon,) they shouldn't kiss, it would be weird, wouldn't it?

She didn't expect her first time to end so abruptly. Yes she didn't hold many expectations, knowing that it would never be perfect, but she was still very upset. She eventually forced herself to think that they weren't even close to begin to even fathom him taking care of her like a boyfriend would, which they weren't.

His half lidded eyes opened wide when she removed herself from him. She had pressed her hand against his chest to help her up, and when his dick fell limp it of her he hissed. Her eyes lingered for a moment on the condom that was full, before focusing on closing the buttons of her shirt. "I'll take a shower first, you'll go after, okay?"

"Why?" Here she was, once again confusing him with her decision.

"You're staying here for the night, continuing the evening clean would be better I think." She's not wrong, but he didn't feel like bathing right now. Yet, before he would voice out his thoughts, she was already closing the door of the parlour behind her. Uh? Why was she so cold? It seemed that she reverted back to her placide and awkward self.

He pursed his lips, annoyed by how the mood just fell flat after her sudden change. As said before, he didn't like holding onto whatever most people deemed as a "social norm", like treating his first-time like something so special that you needed to plan it and idealise it. But her leaving so abruptly somehow sat wrong with him, it even woke him up from his dazed state.

Now he had to wait for both of them to bathe before addressing whatever stupid thing was going through her head. Hopefully it won't take long.

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After drinking water and properly washing themselves off of any remaining fluids, they both basked into each other's presence and continued on with their pajama party. He had come late into the afternoon and by the time they had finished cleaning up, the sun was not visible anymore, only a faint gradient of orange and purple was seen.

The bath had been ice cold, thanks to the destroyed water heater, but after lighting the fire in her bedroom's fireplace and placing a few logs inside to keep it alive, it was much more bearable. They both laid on the ground before it, enjoying its heat.

"Are you bipolar or something?" She turned towards him, surprised to see that he was already looking at her. Even more unexpected, he was frowning. Why was he suddenly pissed? It's not like she had done anything… Or perhaps was it her lack of engagement that brought this sudden behaviour? He did mention that she was boring… And she wasn't making her situation after all. "Just talk instead of creating those weird scenarios in your head." He could clearly see on her face that she was not getting any of what he was saying.

She was lost. Was it not her uninteresting self that was annoying him? "Then… What's the problem?" She couldn't see what possibly annoyed him.

"Can't you guess?" Well obviously, it seemed that she couldn't. She was staring at the ceiling absently, uncertain about what he was expecting from her and how she should fulfill these expectations. "Why did you suddenly close yourself after what we did." Oh.

She awkwardly laughed, what was he talking about? Perhaps was he mentioning the brief moment when she realised that they were not close. But it was the truth, they were not, and she shouldn't have open herself to him in hopes of something more.

"It's nothing, really." Her words did nothing to quell the conflicting feelings inside him. As if she could just end the conversation with only a "it's nothing."

"How about you tell me more about the Great Seven." Despite the proposition coming out of the blue, it was far from some kind of random conversation subject. The mirror above the fireplace reminded her, for some mysterious reasons, of the statues of the seven great figures by the school's entrance. And it was a nice way to get out of the chat he wanted to have.

"Why would I even talk about them?"

"Because I'm too dumb?" She was using his words against him uh? Well at least it seems like she was once again getting comfortable with him if she was able to talk back like this. So he just let it go, hoping that one story would be enough for them to continue their previous talk, but when she answered back with a tale of her own world, it was too late.

Ace was still much more reluctant to keep this peace up, starting a "it's boring" streak (hopefully she would just go back to why she had became so cold back in the living room), but one mention of paranormal stories from her world and she had his full attention. Each and every story somehow managed to catch his attention, so much that they didn't see the time flashing before them.

"Aaaah!" She stretched her back, a long tired moan emphasizing the arch of it, which caught his attention. Hey, now that he was thinking about it, she had yet to show herself to him, as in, he still hasn't seen her naked, did heN?

She jumped when she felt his hand sneaking under her loose shirt and barely grazing her skin. But when she turned around, the only thing she saw, and was surprised by, was his focused face as more and more of her body was shown as he moved it higher. "What… What are you doing?"

He hummed, a mischievous smile on his lips. "You escaped our talk there, lemme take a small revenge~" A moan resonated in the room, tuned out by the crackling of the burning wood before them, when she felt another electric shock coursing through her due to his cold finger. And the sound, almost unheard, still managed to stir the heat in his body. Eh, he might as well just go for another round.

He turned her around, much to her confusion, and pulled her down with him. An involuntary sigh left his lips when he felt her breast against his chest. He used to consider himself an ass person, but clearly his judgement was wrong. Not that he would kill for them, but her breast were definitely becoming his fixation.

"Is there a problem Ace?" He groaned, thrusting his lower half against her as an answer.

"Let's do it again." She let an audible "oh" left her mouth before chuckling, her face hidden in his clothes. He could only feel her body, twitching with the laughter she tried so hard to hide, but it was enough for him to frown. Not that he was displeased and annoyed by her reaction, but he definitely was.

She eventually calmed down when she heard him muttering something to himself. "Sorry, I didn't mean to offend you in any way." She trailed a ginger along his neck, fixating her gaze on the skin peeking under his shirt. "I just didn't expect you to be so eager…" A strangled huff was heard right after. Clearly, despite her apologetic tone she was far from it, her poorly stopped laugh the most obvious proof he could have ever got.

He wanted to retort back, how could she claim being so apologetic then mock him so easily? But his words died when she pressed her lips against his collarbone. And at the contact, they both froze. Did she… just do what she told herself not to do not even an hour before?

Immediately after she threw herself up, flustered by what she just did. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to do that! I just… I don't know what came over me…" Her hands were immediately covering her face shamefully, shielding it from Ace. But the boy was far from being concerned about her shyness, the soft touch of her lips was way more comforting than what he could have possibly thought.

But when the silence they were in stretched more than what she knew shouldn't have been, normally Ace would have made a nasty comment by now, she peeked behind her finger so see what was troubling him. Much to her surprise, his cheeks were turning to a deep red, wide eyes staring at her with confusion. "You don't mind what I did?" Her timidity, this time, didn't seem to anger him, far from it, he was even nodding mindlessly.

It was now or never, right? She bent forward once again, her hot breath fawning over his skin a short instant before she pressed another kiss on the same spot as previously. A deep sigh was heard, and his body relaxed right after. It was good, surprisingly, how her touches were like heaven against his skin. He didn't think of himself as a romantic guy, but maybe that he was just trying to fool himself all this time. Because when her lips dragged lower and lower, forcing her to open his shirt, he knew damn well that he was too far gone for her.

And now that he had her draped all over himself, relishing into the way she was covering his body with all types of affection, the fact that they had never once kissed each other suddenly made him restless.

"Hey, prefect." She separated herself from his chest where she was lavishing him with her own praises. The rope of spit connecting his perked up nipple from her lower lips made an uncontrollable shiver run along his spine.

"Hmm?" She sat on his stomach, waiting for whatever he was going to say. But how unexpected it was, for him to suddenly jerk up and press his lips against hers. Just as fast, she moved back, hissing as her teeth throbbed with how hard he had hit her.

"SHIT— That hurts like hell!" He complained while desperately breathing air in as if it would cool his pain down. She put a hand on his shoulder to catch his attention, and only when he looked up could he see the frown on her face as she passed her tongue over her aching teeth.

"Be careful when you're trying to kiss someone." Her hands moved to his cheeks, angling his face towards hers with half lidded eyes. "It's supposed to be a mark of affection, you can't be too rough you know." And with that she pressed her lips against his, more softly than what he previously tried.

Oh he was definitely a romantic now.

The kiss was slow, his fingers finding solace by caressing her sides as her own hands went to his hair, playing with the small tresses that would often pass in the crevices adorning her hands. And one tug was enough to set the temperature higher, the all too familiar burning from their past session returning much harder. His tongue pressed against her lips, pressing against her own when she opened her mouth, and the open-mouthed kiss was the official announcement of yet another round.

The fingers that were exploring her chest grew bolder as they trailed down. Should he grind her against him like he did a while before? Anchoring them on her waist to leave marks testifying that he was here first? It was more than tempting actually, but he was more curious about something else. The kiss was broken so she could bite the back of her hand instead when she felt him grazing her clit.

Now what was he doing? Why was he suddenly caressing her in a place he had barely even thought about exploring before? While she was left panting over his shoulders, his thoughts swirled with delirious ideas.

Yeah, he was romantic as fuck, and needed to fuck her just as good. She was insecure about her damn body? Then he should just show her how much he appreciated it, and please her in a way that would make her forget about seeing any guy other than him. Maybe that they will drift apart at one point, that she will find someone else to nicely pamper her before fucking her up, but she would never forget about him. He's her first, and she will be obsessed with him till the end.

She was thrown on her bed much to her surprise, or more like a bunch of mattresses on top of one another to make up for the fact that the first one had fallen through the bedframe a few nights before, and he joined soon after.

Both of his hands dipped inside the blankets under her head as his face got closer to hers. Her face heated up when she opened her eyes to see him above her, a knee parting her legs mischievously before he shifted his body so he could be above her hips. His fingers dragged the loose shirt that she used as a pajama up, and her running shorts were pulled down, allowing him to see her pair of plain panties. Now was not the time to comment on it, he wanted to see how she would react once he was eating her out.

He quickly discarded the piece of garment away from his sight (they were just hanging on one leg) before tentatively blowing on where he thought her clit would be. And lucky him, immediately after she let out a small whimper to let him know that he found it. For a first time he wasn't that bad, huh?

His finger ran along her slit, finding quite easily her hole and pushing two in. Her arousal was enough for them, but he knew that he had to stimulate her a bit more if he wanted to fit one or two more inside. And so, disregarding her sound as he was more focused on a solution to please her, his attention switched back to her clit where his tongue slowly approached it. He was suddenly pressed against it, mouth fully enclosing it as she had taken a handful of his hair and tried to pull him closer.

Her fingers gripped and tugged his hair, frustration ironically eating her out as his tongue was pressed flat against the small bud he was sucking. At the same time, the slender limbs inside her picked up in pace. The overwhelming sensations all building up, the euphoria more present than ever before. Would she come undone in the next few seconds? Most probably she feared, but she was too much into this unholy craziness to allow herself to doubt too much. She was finally coming after all. He didn't left her to fend for herself for too long it seemed, maybe he even cherished her a little like her with him. And the happiness of such meaningless and unproved implications had so easily triggered her release.

His name, strangled, was cried as his head was trapped in-between her thighs that she had involuntarily closed. Despite how uncomfortable it was, he continued to lap at any of her juice his tongue could get, even taking the chance to explore her inside more thoroughly than with his fingers.

When her body eventually relaxed, he took the chance to move away from the warm spot between her thighs. He surprisingly liked it. Her heat, her taste, her skin, her noises, they were way more enjoyable than what he had thought. And his throbbing length was just as enamored.

When he saw her starting to fall asleep, he quickly moved her body around, giving small and painless slaps on her cheeks to keep her awake. "Hey prefect, don't fall asleep now. I still need you." She tiredly hummed, her mind still blurry as both sleep and pleasure claimed her mind. But he could see that she was barely responding.

He groaned as he tried to unbuckle his belt with one hand, the other one pulling her legs apart, and successfully opened it after struggling for a short while. Any trace of tiredness disappeared when she felt him entering her hole eagerly without much foreplay to back him up. Thankfully her previous release was enough to lub him, but the compassion for it was a highly sensitive and overstimulated body.

Her arms immediately joined themselves behind his neck, bringing him closer to her and forcing him to push a hand beside her head. He dragged his shaft back, the motion stealing one of the moans that were quick to build up at the back of her throat, before diving back inside her. The repetitive motion effortlessly broke her sanity, with each of them, paired with her previous climax, her brain became too overwhelmed.

At one point, he pressed back the bulb-like tip against her cunt with a hiss as she was babblering words of affection at him, hoping to make him move faster in her delirious state. Thankfully for her, his mind was just as muddy as hers, and he happily listened to her wishes.

His eyes rolled at the back of his head. He had fully, and unannounced, gone fully in and was squished by her tight warm walls. He felt like they were sucking him more with each twitch of his body, and maybe that was the case as her breath would adorably itch whenever he did so.

She was his. This body overflowing with insecurities and heating up with each passing seconds was his. It was him who had stick his cock so fucking deep inside that she had started babblering some nonsense about how much she loved him. Him who was brushing her cervix with his raw dick. She was the one that had made him wait for him to have some rubbers, but now she was fucked without one just because she was head over heels for his cock.

"A—Awn… So-… Y– You love me?" He wouldn't have tried to tease her a while ago, when she was sucking him off and he had prematurely come, but now that she had lost any bits of reasonable thinking, she was easy to talk to. And the way she was deliriously nodding made him smirk manically.

He slowly slid himself off before slamming back in with a noise that threatened to make any souls passing by cower with fear. She let out a high pitched moan that cut her answer off. She tried to regain herself back, but the sudden and continuous assault only managed to reduce her to a whining pitiful mess. His scent, down to his meat beating her, was too much for her brain to understand what was going on. After a few orgasms, the only thing it wanted was to feel Ace grinding up against her as her body chased yet another one of those releases.

"M- Much!" He hummed back, although it was broken from time to time as he would thrust into her worn down body without any care, to let her know that he was listening. "L— Love you zhis much!" Her slurred speech was barely discernible, but the heart she made with her fingers, hands pressed against the fat of her chest, was enough for him to understand.

And he came just with that.

His sudden hot, almost burning, semence made her shudder and a shiver ran through her body. But she didn't have much time to think about it before Ace laid beside her and wrapped an arm around her waist despite his fluid dripping out of her, he was not bothered. Far from it actually, he was quite proud about it.

When looked down at her, he was not surprised to see her already sleeping with tears already drying on her skin. She was definitely tired, and even if she had made a fuse earlier as she had asked him to take a bath, exhaustion had made sure to hit her before she could even think about it.

He was tempted to chuckle but stopped himself from doing when a yawn was forced out of his mouth instead. It was early in the night, barely the end of evening, but he sure was tired. And looking at her peacefully cuddling against him was a nice arguments to get him to close his eyes.

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The next morning, quite early at that as the sun barely peaked its nose between the dirty half ripped curtains, Ace woke up to movements by his side as he felt her sliding off the bed. He cracked his eyelids open, but the only thing he could make out was her putting on a pair of panties and a t-shirt, his shirt, that had been discarded the night prior.

She quickly left to go to who knew where, but he wasn't conscious enough to properly think about it. Whatever. He closed his eyes back after some time and tried to go back to sleep. His poor efforts were rewarded by the sound of the door cracking open.

Despite clearly trying to stay quiet, the wooden planks would howl under her weight and he eventually stopped trying after a while.

He reopened his eyes to her, hitching the bed cover up, ready to go back to sleep. He sat up which caught her attention and made her stop halfway through her action. She whispered soft words to him, excusing herself for waking him up, but the way she was bent over, trying to reach out for him as her shirt had moved way pass over her stomach and gave him a clear view of her soiled panties — the waking sun laying a soft blanket of light along the arch of her back, made an all too familiar intensity come back in his lower stomach.

He gripped her hand and pulled her under the cover. A small yelp left her, one that was quickly swallowed by him as he eagerly pressed his lips against hers in a messy kiss. Tongues and teeth meeting one another so early in the morning that she was barely conscious of it all.

A small giggle resonated in the room during the small time he had broken away from her to take a deep breath. The tip of his fingers had found a way inside her shirt, caressing the side of her stomach and leaving a stimulating trail of goosebumps behind them.

His lips went back to hers, but instead of connecting them, he left them hanging near each other teasingly. "Fuck, I want you…" He almost whined as his half awakened cock rubbed against her almost too shallowly.

"It's like 6 in the morning, we should sleep more before preparing for school." But her words fell into deaf ears as his hips moved with more force, his dick pressing against her despite the layers of clothes in-between them to the point where she could almost feel him penetrating her.

Her breath would be cut by a moan from time to time as she tightly gripped his shoulders. "Don't care about school." One harsh thrust made her bite the back of her hand with how loud her whine was. "I want to feel you again."

And maybe that she felt just the same because it was all it took for her to succumb to him.

When they finished, she could hardly feel her legs with how stimulated she had been in such a short amount of time. Each and every little movement brought the pain back, but it was also a pleasurable reminder of how much she liked it, enough that it almost made her ask Ace for more. Almost. Still it was enough for her to be more forgetful than usual.

Even Deuce had to step in when he picked both her and Ace up for school. He was a blushing mess as he pointed the trail of cum slowly dripping down her inner thigh. And when she had, quite detached at that much to his surprise, hoisted her skirt up to remove it with a piece of tissue, the sight of the ropes of cums desperately clinging between her exposed skin and underwear threatened to make him faint.

He didn't know what happened, but Ace would be sure to hear about his thoughts.

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst smut #smut #lemon #ace x reader #ace smut #ace trappola #ace trappola x reader #ace trappola x you

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textfromthelookout · 7 months

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Did you hear of the news?

I have. :(

Everyone else has their tributes so, here, a summary of my experience with Dragon Ball.

I was in fourth grade art class. A kid had the February 2005 issue of Shonen Jump, back when Shonen Jump was still physically printed here. I recognized Atem on the front cover because the Blockbuster around the corner from our house had DVDs (I think they were DVDs and not VHSs then since I distinctly remember it having a menu and special features) of some of the later episodes of Duelist Kingdom and my brother and I watched them on repeat. So I was like oh, hey, what's this? They make books of that stuff? I don't remember the conversation but the kid ended up giving me that issue, and I took it home with me.

There were a LOT of significant, groundwork things happening in that issue, now that I think about it. We were just beginning to see Sanji truly in action against Pearl. The Dark Tournament was in it's early stages still with Roto fucking around and finding out against Kurama. Sakura shears off her hair in a move that rearranged sexualities the world over. The reason Atem was on the cover was because Yu-Gi-Oh Millennium World was just debuting its first and second chapter. Bleach wasn't even serialized yet. And Dragon Ball, of course, was also there, about a hundred and fifty chapters ahead of everybody else.

Keep in mind that this was my first experience with manga, period. So my very first experience with Dragon Ball opened on this:

and ended on this:

Yeah. Truth be told, at the time Yu Yu Hakusho piqued my interest more than Dragon Ball (a guy fighting with plants? how creative!) but I never did forget these chapters. I thought the art style was so different from the others.

At some point after this, probably between several months and a year and a half, the TV happened to be on one evening when Toonami was airing Dragon Ball Z. Oh hey, I said, I recognize that art, I know those characters. So I hung around and watched some of episode 281. Two things about watching that episode stick with absolute crystal clarity in my mind to this day. Firstly: Buu choking Vegeta out with his arm freaked me the FUCK out as a child. I could not tell you why I had a fear reaction to it but hey, there you go. The second is this:

Specifically I remember 'You died once. If anything happens to you now, you won't exist anymore. There'll be nothing I can do to bring you back.' Not precisely word for word over the years, but Schemmel's tone of voice on this particular lineread. If I had to guess I'd say it was because at that point in my life, uh, death was kinda permanent? So wait, what do you mean died ONCE. Doesn't that apply to everyone?

This still wasn't enough to get me super invested in it though, it just didn't seem like something that would appeal to me that much. So a couple years go by, I don't think about it all that much, and then of course, TFS hits the scene and drops DBZ Abridged. So you know. As a shithead middle schooler with a shithead sense of humor I thought it was the best damn thing since sliced bread. (My biggest character flaw is that I still think a lot of Season 1 is genuinely funny)

And that was really the extent of my interaction with the franchise for the next several years. Say what you will about DBZA but they did manage to put it all together such that someone who had a nonexistent concept of what the original context was could grok it with not a lot of effort. Some time in high school, I think I was around 15, I decided to bite the bullet and read all the manga, as much to increase the funny factor of DBZA as sheerly for the sake of being able to say I had. Stick it to the other weebs, y'know. Now they can't say I didn't know anything about good anime. This was unfortunately at a time when all that was available online were dirty poor-quality scans and questionable translations, but read it I did. I went 'yep, that sure is about what I expected', and proceeded to get on with my life. GT came and went, I looked up and saw Battle of Gods coming out and went 'oh hey that's still a thing huh', kinda was peripherally aware of all the divisiveness of Super as it was happening, didn't really pay it much attention, just stuck to DBZA and quite a lot of wiki-ing.

And then, this time of year about three years ago now, in the middle of conversation with @prophecydungeon, Dragon Ball somehow came up. Something to do with 'Even though I'm not hugely into DBZ's story or whatever Toriyama does have some great character designs' (yes I was referring to Vegeta and Future Trunks at the time, no i will not stop being predictable, yes i am a parody of myself). They eventually brought up the DBS Broly movie and said, and i quote: 'that was a solid 1.5h of unbelievably fun and wacky animation'. Having seen the Gogeta vs Broly part of it on twitter and been like 'damn that animation's kinda off the hook actually, good for them good for them', my response was to be like. Oh word? I've got a spare hour and a half to kill, sure, fuck it, why not, time to watch DBS Broly.

I think that movie was precision crafted to hit me in the hyperfixation, if we're being honest. Opening on a solid 20 minutes of Lore and Worldbuilding and then having most of the rest of the runtime being mindless slobberknocker fun by way of some of the hardest animation flexes ever? I was done for.

In summation. I have been aware of Dragon Ball for a lot of my life, in that its presence was pervasive and enduring as I grew up. I may have been late to the game of actually wholeheartedly enjoying it, but enjoy it I do. Dragon Ball is the roots of a vast tree of anime, and in reading it I began to understand why that is. I respect it for that, and I love it for that. My current fixation may have shifted, but as far as time devoted to one individual thing goes... it took me a year and a half to watch my way through all of the anime and read all of the manga. ALL of it. So there's something good in there, I'd say.

#rip to a legend #text from the mod #tangentially related: i am not actually dead #it's just that between school and my job and the pirate brainrot #(the previous four months of which was feverishly consumed with a 16k word project)#i have had neither time nor impetus to make dragon ball funnies #there is also the fact that my stupid autism brain is still fuming over the website changes #that have fucked up the Aesthetique of the text posts and made them much more annoying to get in a usable form #thus adding steps to what was a simple and comfortable process #and aforementioned idiot dumb brain has not stopped pitching a bitch fit over the inconvenience.#i know it's a stupid hangup. believe me i am fully aware. but there is so little i can do about it #so i am sorry about my long absence. i really truly am.#especially to the asks that have been chillin in my inbox for all this time now #it's just that they're interesting questions that deserve me giving 100% of my brainpower to them ya feel #i want to devote appropriate attention to these little funnies and not phone it in or half ass it LOL

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PLEASEE do cuckhold la squadra

ITS A VISON NO ONE ELSE IS SEEING.

Hey there! Sorry it took so long! There were so many possibilities I could do for this one so I’m going to try more in the future! 🤩

Get Cucked! Illuso/Formaggio x Reader

CW: Cucking, cheating(does it count if it’s just fantasy?), drinking, petnames(lots of em), masturbation, oral,

Notes: technically the GameCube doesn’t come out in the EU until everyone is DEAD in 2002 but we are going to ignore that little detail 🥲 also it doesn’t seem as descriptive as I want it to be, I’m going through a writers block but this is helping me come out of it so thank you for asking for this! 💜 Beryl

MINORS DNI

It was another night of hanging around the base. When a few or more people aren’t out on missions they tend to hangout at the base and get drunk, watch football, gamble, and just chill out.

Y/N was splayed out on the sofa playing on their game boy. They were playing tetris and they were pretty tipsy from drinking nearly a whole bottle of Chianti by themselves so they weren’t doing as well as they usually do in their game.

“Fuck… lost again? This game sucks.” They groaned.

Illuso and Formaggio were drinking together like usual. Despite all the teasing they were good friends but they just had a strong rivalry and wanted to outdo each other in every little thing. Illuso looked over at Y/N and snickered at their frustration at their game.

“Aww poor baby is too drunk to play their game huh?” Formaggio called out to Y/N.

“Fuck off man…I’m not drunk. Dis’ game is just bullshit.” They slurred, giving him the finger . “ Dammit I lost again!”

He laughed at their response. “C’mon now sugar, I’m just teasing.”

He lowered his voice so only illuso could hear.

“Y’know you're really lucky to have Y/N as your partner. You should let me have a chance with them once in a while.” He whispered.

“Me sharing my Y/N? No way man. That’s just cucking and I’m no cuck.” Illuso laughed.

“Friends share but fine-be a greedy dick.” Formaggio huffed. “Well you can’t blame me for asking. You hit the jackpot with them.”

“Why thank you. I’m very aware of that.” Illuso said smugly. “ Y/N maybe a cold and reserved AFAB but they know quality when they see it.” He said, flipping his hair.

“Yeah yeah- if you’re going to jerk your ego off go do that in private.” Formaggio said annoyed.

Iluso gets up and walks over to Y/N who’s now half asleep. “Hey- scoot over so I can sit down.”

“Nuh uh. How about you come sit in Zaddys lap” they smirked while patting their lap.

“ no— because I’ll end up crushing you.” He snickered at their drunken attempt at flirting.

They tried to get up for him and immediately got a head rush. “Woah… dizzy.” They mumbled.

“Yeah you had enough for one night. Let’s get you to bed.” Illuso picked Y/N. “Well I guess that’s it for tonight. See you assholes later” he said as he took Y/N upstairs to his room and placed them into bed. They snuggled up to illuso as he draped the duvet over them and he tried to fall asleep but…he just couldn’t. His mind kept going back to what Formaggio said—to let him have a night with his Y/N.

Getting with Y/N was tricky. When they first joined the hitman team they were very reserved and quiet…so much that he was ordered to spy on them to make sure they weren’t doing anything against them for the boss. But somehow by some miracle he was able to win their heart. They’re very domestic and loving… and when working they are sadistic and cruel. They were the perfect partner and coworker. He won’t admit it but he’s very lucky to have Y/N and can’t imagine life without them! But… something feels missing. But what could that be? He has everything he wants right? That’s what he thought until his damn friend Formaggio got inside his head about fucking Y/N!

When he really thinks hard about it…He really wants to see them let guard down and be slutty for once. Not just a slut but a whore. The thought of Y/N being uncharacteristically promiscuous and cheating on him is somehow making him hard. That’s a secret that he’s going to take to his grave. He doesn’t want to be known as “ Illuso the Cuck”. But the thought of Y/N being unfaithful just makes him blush.

He’s never going to act on these fantasies but how realistic could it be to get Y/N in on this kink? He knows they’re extremely selective with who they allow into their pants. With Y/N being reserved it does make things a little more complicated. Formaggio would be the perfect guy for them to cheat on him with. The three of them work together the most and Y/N has stated they feel the safest with the 2 men. And… they get along very well—always joking and talking about morbid topics. As curious as he is to let it play out, He’s just going to have to keep it a fantasy.

His pride is far too strong to allow another set of balls near his precious Y/N. They’re his! He found them first! He’d never let him fuck them! That’s his partner! They are a power couple! Nobody is gonna waltz in and take Y/N away from him!

He looked over at Y/N who’s now fast asleep. They have an innocent look to them when they snuggle up with him sleeping. He wanted to sleep but he couldn’t ignore the erection he had straining in his boxers. He pulled his stiff cock out and closed his eyes focusing on his fantasy as he jerked off hoping he didn’t wake Y/N up …

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“C’mon sweet thing. Don’t tell me you don’t want this” Formaggio purred, gently holding Y/Ns chin up to make eye contact with him.

“ I do like you Formaggio but… I’m with illuso. I can’t just betray him like that.” Y/N said hesitantly.

“ don’t worry about it! If anything happens I’ll make sure I get in trouble and not you.” He reassured them.

“I mean, how can anyone be mad at this cute face? Just one little kiss? Pretty please?” He cooed.

He was really putting the charm on. If all he wanted was just one kiss would it really be that bad?

“ I don’t know…” they hesitated. They were starting to break down their barrier just a bit. “ as long as it’s just one kiss then okay.”

He tilted their face back up towards him and leaned in and kissed them deeply. He nibbled gently on their bottom lip and sucked on it, tempting them to let him in. They were reluctant at first but they were starting to feel fuzzy with lust and opened their lips enough to let him slip his tongue in.

He pulled them closer as they finally reciprocated and let their tongue fight his for dominance. He chuckled into the kiss and grabbed their ass.

“!!” They gasped as he groped them and pulled away for a second. “ wait wait wait- this is getting out of hand” they stuttered.

“Aww come on sweetie~ you need to loosen up a little. I bet I could treat you better than he ever could.” He caresses their face. “I mean- who is so secretive about their relationship? The entire team didn’t know you two were together for 3 whole months! Who the hell would ever keep you a secret? I’d be showin’ you off left and right! I definitely wouldn’t be afraid of showing you some love in front of everyone! He’s not doing good enough for you honey~ let me show you what real love looks like. How about it?” He sweet talked them.

They thought hard… “well…it would be nice if Illuso showed me off more… Maybe hes ashamed of me? I just thought it was because he didn’t like PDA.” They said, voice wavering. “Maybe I don’t put out enough? I’m just so self conscious because I worry about my appearance and my personality since I’m so shy…” they started tearing up.

“No baby of course not. Don’t think that way. You’re perfect just the way you are.” He cooed while kissing away the tears running down Y/Ns cheeks. “He just has a bad habit of not appreciating the things he has. He's spoiled. It has nothing to do with you, no more tears bella.” He hugged them tightly.

They said nothing but nuzzled into the hug. “You’re really good at hugs.” Y/N said, laying their head on his shoulder.

“Hmm is that so? Who’s better- me or Illuso?” He asked with a hint of playfulness.

“Oh I don’t know… don’t make me answer that!” He nuzzled his face into their neck and gently placed a few butterfly kisses on them in response. “You realllllly don’t know? Are you sure?” He teased.

“Okay okay. It’s you. You’re better at hugs.” They giggled. “But don’t tell anybody!”

“I keep it as our little secret.” He said with a wink. “Speaking of secrets…how about I show you a good time? I bet I can satisfy you better than he can~” he purred.

Y/N finally caved in to Formaggios charms. “Ok but we take this secret to our graves. Nobody can ever find out about this.” They said sternly.

“Of course bella. You won’t hear a word out of me once this is all said and done!”

He gently pushed them onto his bed and pulled their pants off.

“You have the cutest panties you know. I bet you’d rock some crotchless ones~” he flirted, hooking a finger under the waistband and pulling them off.

Y/N covered their face out of shyness. “Crotchless?! That’s lewd!” They whined.

“Being lewd would be a good look on you~. We just gotta get you in the mood. I’m gonna turn you into a little whore” he spread their legs and gave their cunt an experimental lick to see their reaction.

“Ah~” they softly moaned and shuddered.

“So cute~. But I know you can get louder than that!” He grabbed their hips and pulled them closer to his face so he can eat them out. He licked them roughly focusing on fucking them with his mouth.

“Ah~! Maggi!” They mewled at the sudden intrusion.

“That’s right sweetheart! Let everyone know who’s making you feel this good!” He encouraged them. He fucked them with his tongue and gently rubbed on their clit to make sure that no part of them was neglected.

They kept crying his name over and over. He wanted to fuck Y/N right then and there but he was there to please them. He kept himself sane by grinding his hardness into the edge of the bed.

“Tell me angel, who’s better at eating your pretty pussy? Me or illuso? Be honest or I’ll stop~” he teased.

“Uh… I don’t know… don’t make me answer!” They whined.

“Wrong answer!” He stopped licking and gave a wicked smile. “I’ll give you one more chance. Who’s better at eating you out? Me or him? Be honest now!”

“Wait don’t stop! Please!” They cried.

“Baby all you gotta do is tell me and I’ll do whatever you want! I promise” he said squeezing on their inner thighs.

“Okay! It’s you! You Formaggio! You’re better than Illuso! Happy?!” They cried in frustration.

“Verrrry happy!” He teased. He spread their bottom lips and slipped a finger inside. “I bet you want more than one finger right?”

“Mmm…yeah. More fingers please.” Y/N softly moaned at the intrusion.

“Well…only because you said please.” He teased as he slipped a 2nd finger in and curled them to brush up against that sensitive spot. He nearly pulled out their drooling cunt and back against the spot again to a slow brutal rhythm. He flicked his tongue over their clit and gave a harsh suck to the small bundle of nerves.

“Augh… maggi~” they whined. “Don’t stop~” they spread their legs further, and grinding their cunt on his face.

He fingered at a faster pace and lapped at their clit. He made a lewd slurping sound as he sucked on their clit and the fingering made wet squelching noises.

“Oh fuck Maggi~! You’re gonna make me cum!” Y/N held his head down in their crotch.

“Mmmph~” he moaned into their cunt and fingered as fast as he could as his way of encouraging Y/N to cum.

“Maggio~!” They cried as they came. They nearly crushed his head between their thighs as they rode out their orgasm. They went limp and panted hard looking down at him in a lust induced haze.

“Wow… that’s the best orgasm I ever had.”they panted, trying to catch their breath.

“Glad to hear it honey. But I haven’t even gotten started yet.” He purred. “I’m gonna make sure you cum on my cock too. Now be a doll and get on all fours for me won’t you?” He said rubbing your thighs.

Y/N obeyed and rolled over on to their hands and knees.

They could hear him unzipping his pants and pulling them off. He gives their ass a firm smack and he snickers.

“Did I ever mention that you have a cute little ass? Well ok sweetheart I’m gonna start now.”he says as he lines his cock up with their entrance.

They were well lubricated enough so he was able to squeeze his way in without much sting.

“Shit angel… you’re tight as hell. Illuso better be treating you like royalty over this cunt!” He groaned.

Y/N moaned from the sudden intrusion. They could feel that he pleasantly stretched them out. He nearly pulled out and then thrusted back in. He did this at a slow but forceful pace.

“Tell me who this ass belongs to now?” He slapped their ass as he buried his cock deeper into their wet cunt.

“It’s yours! My ass belongs to you Formaggio!” They cried.

“That’s right~ this is my ass now!” He grunted as he picked up the pace.

They arch their back and mewled and he brutalized their sopping cunt. They were moaning his name over and over like a broken record.

“Who do you belong to?”he grabbed their hips hard as he bounced them on his cock in time with his thrusts.

“You ~! I belong to you Maggi! Nobody else!” They howled with tears streaming down their face from the intense pleasure.

“That’s right! You belong to me!” He thrusted hard enough to where the tip was kissing their cervix.

“I’m gonna take you away from him and show you how a true man treats their partner!” He groaned.

He kept talking about all the promises of the future and what he's going to do for Y/N. Meanwhile his thrusts were starting to become ragged and out of sync. He reached around and started to run circles into their clit.

“Oh Y/N your pussy is so good it’s gonna make me cum!” He panted.

They felt their orgasm coming on quick with their clit being rubbed and their g spot being brushed up on in tandem.

“I’m gonna cum too ~!” They cried.

He rubbed faster and thrusted until he released inside of them.

The sudden warmth from his release finally tipped them over the edge and they cried as they came hard.

“Maggi~ I’m cumming!” The mewled and their cunt spasmed around his cock.

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Illuso looked down at his hand which was now covered in his own cum.

“I can’t believe I came to that …” he thought as he reached over for a tissue on the nightstand.

“ Am I really into that?” He mumbled as he cleaned his hand off with the tissue.

“Into what..? What are you talking about?” Y/N yawned.

Y/N woke up? Shit… Illuso hoped they were still drunk and wouldn't remember anything.

“Nothing-don’t worry about it.” He said trying to play it cool.

They squinted to see in the dark and saw that he was holding a used tissue. “ You know if you get horny you can always come to me right? I don’t care if you fuck me if I’m sleeping as long as you don’t cum inside.”

“Yeah I’m sorry. It’s just you’ve been drinking and I didn’t want to wake you.” He said trying to cover the reason why he was masturbating.

The impulsive thoughts were coming back… he wasn’t going to let it happen but he wanted to see for research.

“Hey Y/N…”

“Yeah Lulu?”

“What would it take for you to fuck one of the other members here?” He asked.

“Eugh. Why would you wanna know that?” They asked with a disgusted tone.

“Not really do it! I mean for shits and giggles !” He clarified.

Y/N thought about it… well they were both drunk so likely none of them would remember what Y/N said so why not answer?

“A GameCube.” They said bluntly.

“That new game system???” He asked dumbfounded.

“Yeah. Get me a GameCube and I’ll do whatever freaky shit you want me to. There’s this cute game called “Animal Crossing” that I’m really curious about and it looks like it would be fun . So I’d whore myself out for something like that.” They said deadpan.

Illuso stares at them for a second and then starts laughing. “This is why I love you! You never hesitate to answer my fucked up questions!”

Now Illuso has something in the back of his mind to think about…but he cares more about his pride than anything so maybe he’ll just get them a GameCube just as a gift.

#jjba #la squadra #jjba part 5 #jjba x reader #la squadra x reader #la squadra esecuzioni #minors dni #formaggio x reader #illuso x reader #jjba formaggio #jojo formaggio #jjba illuso #jojo illuso #illuso #jjba Formaggio x reader #jjba illuso x reader #jojo Formaggio x reader #jojo illuso x reader #beryl asks

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