#deuce spade x reader smut

[demon-lover-669]

Getting stuck in the woods ((ft. Ace and Deuce))

Ace: *trying to make out with deuce*

Y/n: HEY! Stop we haven’t been lost long enough to start fucking each other!

Ace: oh… when does it happen?

Y/n: when Deuce and I overpower you!

Deuce: *holding a thick branch* in 5 seconds

[twst-trash]

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕿𝖍𝖎𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝕹𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝕳𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖓

- NIGHT 2, STUCKAGE, FIRST YEARS

Event masterlist

Best friends are there to help you out when you’re stuck in trouble… right?

(in which you become a personal glory hole for your best friends)

wc: 1.8k

cw: first years x fem!reader - 18+ smut, dubcon, public sex, group sex, coercion, knotting, creampie, cumshots. ALL CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP IN EVERYTHING I WRITE. Not proofread and posted characteristically late 🤙

It really wasn’t your fault that you ended up like this.

Like most things, it started with Grim. Crowley had just disbursed your monthly Thaumark budget, as meager as it was. Thaumarks gripped tightly in hand, you meandered the halls on the way back to your next class.

“We have to slow down on spending this month.” You warn Grim, who was sitting atop your shoulder leisurely. His expression remains unchanged, solely focused on the money in your hand, eyes nearly sparkling at the thought of your newly acquired ‘wealth.’

“I’m being serious!” You continue, shrugging your shoulder to get his attention. “Last month we really cut it close. You need to stop spending so much at the hot lunch line.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Grim snorts in protest, rolling his eyes. “I swear, we’re gettin’ less and less every time. Lemme count ‘em up, Crowley ain’t gonna get away with shortin’ us.”

“No fucking way-“ You growl as you snatch your arm away from Grim, holding the bills as far away from your body as humanly possible. You couldn’t trust Grim with the money- not with his track record, especially as of late. “I’ll count it if you’re so concerned!”

“Maybe you’re shortin’ me too, huh?” Grim fires back, crawling to your other shoulder, attempting to scale up your arm and pluck the Thaumarks out of your hands himself. The scuffle is short and fast- Grim pounces as you try to rip your arm away again, only for him to land on your forearm as you yelp in surprise at his sudden weight. Without thinking, your grip on the Thaumarks loosens, and the both of you watch helplessly as the wind carries it through a hole in the hallway’s walls.

You shoot the firey raccoon a glare with all of the vitriol you could muster, flinging him off of your arm with little regard. You peek into the hole in the wall- wide enough to fit your body in, but just barely. The money lies flat on the courtyard sidewalk just outside the other side of the hole. You could probably reach over and grab it- it would save you the trouble of having to exit the building, potentially leaving time for someone to grab the money and run before you could even get to it.

You reach your arm through, only for your hand to come a few inches short of the bills. You muscle both shoulders into the narrow opening, eventually wiggling your waist in as well, fully bisected by the wall. You grab the Thaumarks and exhale in relief. “You’re so lucky these didn’t fly away, Grim. I would’ve eaten you instead.”

Grim’s voice is muffled, but you can make out the ‘It wasn’t my fault you dropped it!’ from the other side of the wall just fine. You move to wriggle your way out of the wall the same way you came in, twisting yourself uncomfortably against the stone slabs, only to be met with resistance.

You’re stuck.

——

Of course you’re stuck.

After yelling at Grim to go get help from anyone- Ace, Deuce, Jack, whoever could pull you out from the wall- you lie defeated and stare at the empty courtyard ahead of you. Classes would start soon, meaning that no one would be around to help you. You try again, in vain, to get yourself out. Your sides were already becoming sore, and you’re suddenly acutely aware of the breeze underneath your skirt.

It’s completely quiet- until it suddenly isn’t. Voices, probably four or five of them, are barely audible from the other side of the wall.

“Hello? Can you guys help me out?” You call out, hoping that your pleas can be heard clearly from the other side.

A muffled argument breaks out from behind you. The voices speak to each other, hushed and antsy, but it isn’t long before an agreement seems to be made.

You feel your skirt being lifted, flipped up and out of the way of your ass.

“H-hey! Stop it!” You yell, but your protests fall on deaf ears.

“Can’t believe she was hiding this ass from us, hm?” A strangely familiar voice calls from the other side of the wall. You can match the voice to the face as easily as breathing: it’s the bratty voice that usually asks you to help him with homework- the voice that obnoxiously asks you to grab something from the Ramshackle Dorm’s fridge right after you had settled into your couch- but it’s darker somehow, filled with something you couldn’t place. You try to imagine him standing behind you, checking your ass out as if he weren’t one of your best friends- as if you were an object.

A pair of warm hands grab the meat of your ass, thumbs teasing underneath the edge of your panties. You shudder at the touch, hearing another voice growl in protest.

“You’re taking it too far, Trappola. Let’s just get her out.”

“You’re hard, Jack. Don’t try to act holier-than-thou now.”

“Young Master wouldn’t approve of this.”

“Young Master wants to hit it just as bad as the rest of us, and you know it.”

“I dunno, what if someone comes and sees?”

“Then maybe we’ll let them have a round.”

As it dawns on you that all of your friends are in on this- touching you, using you without regard to how you felt about the situation- you realize that you’re shamefully wet between your thighs.

You can see it, Ace encouraging them all. He’s always the little ringmaster in the dangerous stunts your group gets into. It’s Deuce, you know it, somehow, who pushes your panties to the side and pulls your pussy apart for the rest of the group to admire. You can hear movement: the shuffling of feet, the undoing of belts. You can only imagine how they must look, all hard and throbbing and waiting for their turn with you.

A set of fingers sinks deep into your pussy. They’re slender- too slender to belong to Ace or Deuce, much less Jack and Sebek. Epel, you decide, curls his fingers into you with an unexpected fevor. You moan despite yourself, hips unconsciously bucking backwards onto his fingers. Epel groans, scissoring his digits within you, before someone grunts, asking for their turn.

A mouth is hot on your cunt, tongue experimentally swirling around your clit. Your body jolts and more pain floods to your sides, pinched together by the stone slabs as you subconsciously lean into the touch. Sebek is sloppy and inexperienced- you can feel his nerves even from the other side of the wall. Still, what he lacks in expertise, he makes up for in enthusiasm. He’s quick to learn, picking up on your body’s reactions to what you like and dislike. Your thighs are trembling already, helpless to do anything but wait for whoever wants to take their turn next.

“Take your pants off, Jack. C’mon, they like it.”

“No.” The beastman grunts back. His principles are rigid and unmoving- at least that’s what he’d like to tell himself. It doesn’t stop his eyes from being fixated on your lower half. His senses are heightened- he can smell the arousal dripping from you, can hear you moan through the wall better than anyone else. He imagines how your face looks, morphed by the pleasure you feel from your friends using you like their toy and is shamefully hard.

The burning want between your thighs is insane as Sebek pulls back, denying you of your orgasm right before you hit your peak.

There’s more scuffling, more whispers amongst the boys that you can’t hear.

You can’t help yourself- the desire you feel stirring inside your stomach is too much. Your voice is small, a meek ‘please’ slipping from your lips. For a moment you wonder if they even heard you through the wall.

Then, a pair of large, calloused hands is on your hips, lining you up against the throbbing head of Jack’s cock.

That’s all it took for him: you said yes, and now he can take to his heart’s content.

The stretch is sinful- you knew Jack was big in all other aspects, but this was on another level. You can hear him growl as his hips come flush with your ass, buried as far as he can go.

He paces himself at first, slowly slapping his hips into yours with every thrust. Some of the boys are cheering- Ace and Epel, you assume- accompanied by the telltale sound of stroking themselves off, four hands simpatico as they watch you and Jack.

“She looks good takin’ your cock like that, Jack.” Epel says, voice slipping into that concealed country accent of his. He rears back his hand and slaps your ass, causing you to yelp in surprise.

“Wanna use her mouth-“ Deuce whispers, like he’ll get in trouble if he speaks any louder.

“Could go around, take her from the front in the courtyard.” Ace says. You can imagine the mischievous grin that spreads across his face and the flush that adorns Deuce’s. “Class’ll be over soon though. Gonna be a risky move.”

You can imagine opening your mouth up for Deuce, letting him take your mouth however he’d like, letting him cum down your throat. Imagining how he’d look as you stare through your lashes, probably covering his mouth in embarrassment. You’d do it, too. All he’d have to do is walk around the building to the still empty courtyard…

“I-if Young Master saw this…” Sebek starts, but his protest dies with a pathetic little noise in his throat, stroking his cock harder as he chases his fast approaching orgasm.

They’re all close. Jack’s pace, once steadied and controlled, is fast and unrelenting. His fingers find your clit, rubbing in frantic circles, bringing you close to your edge as well. Your body is electrified, feeling too good to care about your bruising sides. You’re tipped over the edge, cumming hard around Jack’s cock. He can feel every pulse of your pussy around him, driving his hips into you ferally, like you had unlocked something he had been trying to hold back. With a grunt, Jack pushes himself deep inside of you. You’re slightly mortified at the prospect of him cumming inside of you, especially as you feel something at the base of his cock inflate, holding you in place.

The boys take turns cumming on your ass and back. You can feel the hot liquid landing on your skin as each takes a turn marking you as their own.

“Fuck.” Jack curses. “I-I really didn’t mean to-“

“Knotting her, without her permission?” Ace tuts at the beastman with a laugh. “Told you- just as bad as the rest of us.”

Jack tries to pull his knot out to no avail. The tugging sensation on your already oversensitized cunt makes you whimper. The bell tolls, signaling the end of class. This hallway wasn’t a particularly busy hallway, but the danger of someone coming out and seeing you was still very real.

“Guess we’re stuck here together, huh?“ Jack says gruffly, his face flushing.

Well. Friends make everything better, right?

[sinssmut]

Sub bottom Deuce Spade x gn top reader

Minors and fem aligned dni

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Sub! Deuce who has no stamina, he's never done this with anyone else before!

Sub! Deuce who is telling you it's too much before you've even started

Sub! Deuce who whines and babbles that he can't take it until you put your fingers in his mouth and he plays with them like the obedient little puppy he is

Sub! Deuce who gets louder the more you praise him, who moans so sweetly for you even through the tears you know he hates

Sub! Deuce who sniffles and asks you to kiss him, repeatedly pleading your name until you do

Sub! Deuce who needs comfort while you rail him because he was right, he can't handle all this affection! Please remind him how much you love him, he'll keep coming hard for you as long as he can.

Sub! Deuce who can't form words anymore as you play with his cock while he's already shooting blanks

Sub! Deuce who cries again when he can feel your cum leaking out of him after you pull out. Who pouts but can't move while you clean him up afterwards. He came so much more than you did, why can't you let him keep it?

Sub! Deuce who sleeps so soundly in your arms with his head cradled against your chest. Who simply can't get enough of being so close to you, even when you leave him with a limp he can't hide the next day.

[xoxo-greed]

thinking about ace and deuce lapping up on your pussy like crazy, deuce on top of ace as he sucks on your clit while ace is under him, pants hard against your shoe, as he pumps some fingers into your hole, lapping up your juices once their finished. once they did, they’d be giving you their homework for help, since they gave you their “payment” already..

[angelltheninth]

Vows on Devoted Lips

Pairing: Deuce Spade x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, wedding night, soft sex, praise, blowjob, cunnilingus, banter, wedding night sex, gentle!Deuce

Word count: 1.5k

A/N: Commissioned fic, pretty cute tbh, weeding nights are turning into my favorites to write.

As the door closed behind you, you began to wonder if anyone even noticed you were gone. The party was still going strong, music blaring from inside, drinks being served as Deuce placed a finger on his lips to signal you to be quiet and lead you outside, his eyes shining, not from alcohol but from happiness.

You ran out, almost tripping over your dress on your way to the car where you told the driver to go straight to the hotel you booked for you and your husband. All the while Deuce couldn’t take his eyes off you, or hands for that matter, be it your hand, lower back or thigh his hand was there.

Actually he couldn’t stop looking at you ever since you walked down the aisle, the veil obscuring your face before he lifted it to kiss you. He held your hand under the table the whole time after, “I love you so much. I’m so lucky.” he whispered against your cheek. Even now he couldn’t stop kissing you, although now you suspected it was to calm you down, and himself, in anxious anticipation of what was coming.

You’d had sex before but you tried to keep your hands off each other, with little success, before the wedding. There was no penetration leading up to the ceremony so both of you were pretty on edge, eager to feel becoming one again.

Can’t say you didn’t still good with teasing glances and touches, the grinding, Deuce’s skilled fingers, his cock in your mouth, but it just didn’t feel the same as him being inside you.

As soon as the car stopped you hastily thanked the driver and practically ran into the elevator. Thank god the driver didn’t comment on the sexual tension, he must have seem many couples be the same if not worse so he decided not to tease you about it.

Deuce finally loosened up his tie, breathing a sigh of relief to finally be alone with you. “Nervous?” You intertwined your fingers with his, looking down at the floor as the door opened and you stepped out towards the room you’d rented.

“I should be asking you that. You’re shaking darling.” He glanced over at you, catching your eyes for a moment.

“I’m excited, that’s all. Aren’t you?” You didn’t need to ask that, he’d been thinking about this for the better part of the night, constantly prearranging his pants to hide his bulge that came and went numerous times.

He didn’t comment on it, further confirming what you already knew. He was as needy as you were.

When the door shut behind you the first place you walked towards was the bed, itching to get this night started.

“Hold on. I want to do something first.” Deuce grabbed you by the elbow before you could unzip your dress and pushed you against the door, leaning in close. You thought he was going for a kiss, but instead he feel to his knees and started lifting of the many layers of your wedding dress.

You’d already felt yourself getting wet in the car and seeing Deuce pressing his head under the dress and between your legs almost made your knees buckle. He chuckled as he kissed you over the white lace panties, his tongue pressing over the damp spot created by your arousal and need. “There, a little more, fuck- here.”

You reached down, bunching up his soft hair in your first and bucking your hips against his face. Deuce moved the panties to the side and slid your folds apart with a long, slow lick. “Sweeter then the cake. I missed your taste so much. I could do this all night, I get to do this every night from now on don’t I?” You moaned as he found and sucked on your clit, already so sensitive, no doubt in part due to you restraining yourselves before.

You expected him to make you finish, instead he kissed your pussy a few times and got back to his feet, a smirk on his lips as he looked at your flustered face. He took you by the hand and and lead you to the bed where he sat on the edge and gentle guided you down. Your fingers immediately went to the belt and the zipper, freeing his cock from its confines. You smiled at him almost innocently as you lowered your head and wrapped your lips around the tip. Deuce’s breath hitched as your tongue darted out to lick over the head. He’d groaned even harder when you took more of him and wrapped your hand around the base, slowly moving it up and down while keeping most of your attention on his leaking cockhead.

“Fuck, keep going. You put your mouth to work so many times over the past week, do you have any idea how hard you made me every time I heard you slurp on something tonight.” You smiled around his length, you knew very well what it did to him. “You little minx. Gonna teach you a lesson tonight, just you wait and see.” There was no more waiting.

You gave him another lick before you backed away, licking the white cum drops off your lips as you let your dress drop to the ground, reviling your lingerie. Judging by Deuce’s look it wasn’t gonna survive the night. He kicked off his shoes and pants, his suit and tie barely hanging off his body in his hurried state.

You stepped closer slowly, swaying your hips and straddled him, his stiff cock pressing between your legs. Rolling your hips back and forth you could feel him twitching as he gripped your hips, barely able to control himself and not rip your outfit apart, putting en and to every layer of clothing between you two.

Smirking you leaned down and whispered, “I need you inside me Deuce. Won’t you make your wife happy?”

That was it, the last straw of his self control broken. He wrapped one arm around you and pulled you down, kneeling between your legs as he tossed away the last of his clothes in a hurry.

He began to stroke your thighs gently, his cock bobbing freely in the air, “You really had to go and tease me like that.” He hooked his fingers on your panties and pulled down, tossing them to the side as you undid your bra and did the same, “Why do you have to be so naughty on our wedding night?” Deuce hissed and lowered his head to your chest, taking one nipple in his mouth and giving it a hard suck while massaging the other. You spread your legs further for him, inviting him closer, inviting him in.

When he lifted his head you could see the love and care in his eyes. Love, care, lust and anticipation. Your fingers flexed on his shoulders, careful not to leave marks too deep just yet.

Slowly he lowered his head and pressed his lips to yours, your mutual moans muffled by each other, intensity and passion mixing into the kiss, tongues meeting, tasting each other on them, feeding into each others arousal. You felt him press the head of his cock against your folds before you moaned loudly when he pushed past the entrance, sliding in completely in one thrust.

“I missed this.” He groaned into your neck as he pulsed inside you. He wouldn’t last long and neither would you, your walls already tightening up around him, “You need to let me move sweetheart, or else I can’t make you come. You want to come don’t you?”

“Yes.” You answered in a shaky tone, “More then anything right now. Please make me come Deuce.”

He began to move, slow at first but as you locked your legs around him, letting him know he could, he began going faster, harder, slamming his hips against yours and filling the room with wet slapping sounds and moans. You let your head fall back, exposing your throat for his lips as you took sweet pleasure from his cock going in and out of you, driving you insane as you approached the finish line.

Deuce took you by the chin and looked into your eyes, one of your hands smoothing over his tattoo while the other held onto his shoulder for dear life. You moaned his name one final time as you clenched around him crying out while Deuce took hold of your hip and slammed himself inside your pulsing walls. He wasn’t far behind you, a few more well timed thrusts and he filled you with hot spurts of cum, triggering another one of your orgasms just when it started to subside.

He feel into bed next to you, both your bodies covered in a thin layer of sweat, chest rising, expressions happy. He brushed your cheek with his thumb as he leaned up on his elbow and gave you a firm kiss. “Hope you can go again because in a few minutes I’ll be ready for the next round. Tonight I’m making you come as many times as humanly possible.” That sounded both like a threat and a promise. Both were equally arousing.

[cvlutos]

"Lost Bet"

| Repost: 01.12.23 | 0.7 K | Mature |

NRC 1st Years X Fem!Reader

| Characters 18+ | Sexual Themes | Smut | Woods | Wolf Knots | Poly | Orgy | Etc. | Proceed with Caution, Dearest. |

You blame Grim.

That dumb, stupid cat that you love so much and if you didn’t, you wouldn’t be in this intense, stupid position. If you hadn’t lost that dumb bet.

Sebek lets you lean against him, holding your wrists tightly, your face flush against his chest, while Jack grips your waist painfully. Fucking your cunt hard and fast, his pelvis smacking against the fat of your ass. Your body jolts with each thrust, your legs shaking and nearly buckling. Your hands clinging to the fabric of Sebek’s uniform, blubbering into his shirt.

"Look at her—takin’ your cock so well." You whimper at the sound of Ace’s hard voice, feeling his fingers drag along your slobbering folds, kneeling beneath your form. You can hear Jack suck in a breath, feeling his thick cock spread you open, his tip nudging at your cervix. "Please—please—please," words blindly tumble from your lips, feeling your world spin, listening to the lustful moans of both Deuce and Epel who jerk each other off. It’s too much.

"You like that—getting fucked in the woods." Ace’s words are blunt and taunting, his tongue running along the place where your dripping hole met Jack’s cock, earning a groan from the wolf beastman. You shake your head, hands clawing at Sebek, begging for any sort of grounding. Trying to get away from Jack’s overstimulating and bruising pace. That had your nails digging into your palms for any sort of grounding. "It’s embarrassing to run away. You lost." Sebek’s voice draws out a desperate whiny moan from you, his breath hot against your ear.

"It’s—not—its," You choke on your words, letting out a strangled sob, feeling Ace’s tongue twirl around your overstimulated bud. "Move over, I wanna taste—That’s okay, right?" You can hear over the sound of wet slapping skin, Deuce moving to where he crouched under you. Hungrily tasting your wet cunt, not waiting for an answer, your hips jerk and you tighten, squeezing Jack like a vice.

"I can’t—I can’t—"

Tears decorate your lashes, Jack’s arms wrapping around your lower half, hoisting you up, earning a groan from both Ace and Deuce. Your head falls back on Jack’s shoulder, rolling your hips, trying to recreate the missing friction. "Make room Jack." You whimper as Sebek grabs at the flesh from under your thighs, pushing them up to your chest. Rubbing his red cock head, collecting your slick before slowly pushing into you.

"Wait—" your panicked voice falls on deaf ears, feeling the burn of Sebek and Jack’s cock, both nuzzled deep within you, your back arching.

Your eyes snap close, feeling your shirt and bra push up past your chest. Another source of stimulation joins as Epel wraps his lips around one of your nipples, bugging at the hardened bud. Ace and Deuce still licking your clit desperately.

"I’m moving." Jack voices with a growl, sliding his dick out and slamming it back into you. Sebek lets out a throaty growl, following his lead with shallower thrusts, cum and slick coating his pale cock. His pupils blown. He forces your knees closer to your chest, quickening his pace.

"I’m—" You can feel the knot tighten, drool slipping past your lips, crying and moaning, one hand tugging at Epel’s hair, the other helping hold your own leg up. Your hips bucking to match the fae and beastman’s bruising pace.

"Go ahead. Cum." Jack’s voice is deep and throaty, the knot snapping, your cunt gushing over Sebek and Jack’s cock. Cum spewing over both Ace and Deuce’s faces. They both ride out your high, feeling both their cocks seeming to swell, Sebek’s face flushing red, smashing his lips into yours, while Jack digs his teeth into your neck. You can feel him spurt his cum inside, his dick pulsing and twitching before he slowly slides out with a groan. Jack’s cum is more violent, a knot forming, keeping his dick deep inside as he fills you up.

"You weren’t supposed to knot her." Sebek watches the milky ring of cum that rests just about Jack’s twitching ball sack, before looking at you. Your head lulling to the side, feeling both Deuce and Ace paint your ass and Epel painting the sides of your exposed stomach.

"Shit—I didn’t do it on purpose—" He looks down at you, still hoisting you up. He would be completely unable to move away until his cocked swelled down.

"At least you’re stuck together." Deuce tries to lighten the mood, earning an eye roll from Ace and a snort from Epel.

"How romantic."

ⓒ 2023 love-thanatopsis — all rights reserved. Any sort of plagiarizing, copying, modifying, translating, editing of my works are strictly prohibited.

[twistedwonderworm]

Greetings! are you okay with threesome? If not please ignore this, can i request Ace Deuce duo dominating their pomiefore senior (mReader) because reader has been too cocky and keep teasing them and they had enough, maybe a bit public sex and breeding too-! (Imagine Ace being too cocky when seeing reader being cockdrunk by them www) thank you! Have a nice day!

Of course you can! I'm sorry this is so late, and I hope this is what you want!

Pretty little slut (TWST NSFW)

Pairing: Ace Trappola x M!reader x Deuce Spade

Warnings: Threesome, teasing, degradation, public sex, breeding kink, oral sex, rimming, praise kink, orgasm denial, overstimulation, dacryphilia, hair pulling, spanking

Word count: 1,204

Everyone in this fic is 18+

♥️♠️♥️♠️♥️

Classes were over for the day, but there were still a few students milling through the halls. That was what made what Ace and Deuce were doing with Y/N so risky. Nonetheless, none of them wanted to stop. Y/N had been such a tease that day, whispering about all of the sinful things he wanted the two Heartslabyul students to do to him into their ears throughout the day. He would also touch their thighs in class and in the library when nobody would see, so very close to where they wanted him but too far away for their liking. So Ace and Deuce decided to punish their beloved.

Currently Ace had his tongue down Y/N's throat as Deuce kissed and sucked on the Pomfiore student's neck and shoulder. His blazer, vest, and shirt were opened and dragged down just enough for his shoulders to be bare. His pants were still on but undone as Ace's hand was inside, fondling his twitching length through his underwear.

"Look at this little slut~" Ace purred after pulling away from Y/N to gaze down into his glazed over eyes. "Only a few touches and he's already this desperate for us~"

Deuce lifted his head just enough to smirk at his fellow Heartslabyul member, "He needs to be punished for how much he tortured us through classes so he won't be getting out of this easily."

Ace nodded, agreeing, giving Y/N a rough squeeze before pulling his hand away, "I wonder how many times we can get him to cum until he can't think anymore~"

Y/N shivered in both fear and arousal at their conversation, "P-please have mercy on me...” He felt his dick twitch in interest though.

Ace chuckled and shook his head, "Sorry, babe. But you started this. This is just payback." He moved to sit in a chair, undoing his pants just enough to pull his cock out, "Get him over here, Deucey. You know how much he loves sucking dick~"

Deuce huffed at being called such but still led their darling towards Ace. While Y/N settled between Ace's legs, Deuce pushed his pants down a little more. He needed to prepare Y/N for what was to come later. Ace let out a soft groan as Y/N's pretty lips wrapped around the head of his cock. Y/N always looked so pretty with a cock in his mouth.

Y/N looked up at Ace to gauge his reactions, swirling his tongue around the head. He knew all control he had currently though would go right out the window once Deuce started taking care of him. He may not be the smartest student in the bunch, but Deuce knew how to use his tongue. Y/N took more of Ace into his mouth, taking his time to worship every inch of it. Ace was still looking down at him, with that cocky grin on his face. Y/N wished he could just wipe it off his face, but Deuce chose that exact moment to begin his attack.

Y/N moaned out around Ace's cock as Deuce lathed his tongue around his hole, teasing their sweet darling even more. Y/N felt like he might just die right here if he was teased like this much longer. Though, he knew he deserved it from how much of a brat he was earlier. Ace grinned and grabbed hold of Y/N’s hair, pulling him down more onto his cock.

“That’s it, just like that, little slut~” Ace purred, hearing Y/N start to gag and choke a bit, “I know you can take it.” Tears sprung to Y/N’s face as the tip of Ace’s cock hit the back of his throat, so he tried to relax his throat a bit to make it easier to deepthroat Ace. He could feel slipping his tongue into him as Ace’s hips started to buck. Y/N was quickly getting distracted from Ace by the wondrous things the blue-haired boy buried in his ass could do with his tongue. Though much to Y/N’s dismay, Deuce didn’t take his time to eat him out until he came, sobbing and drooling. Today was all about Deuce and Ace getting their revenge for his teasing, and their favorite way to punish him was orgasm denial. So he knew he wasn’t getting out of it easily when Deuce started to prepare him with his fingers.

When Y/N was properly prepared, Deuce pulled away from his ass, slapping one of his ass cheeks, causing him to yelp and moan loudly around Ace’s cock. The ginger tugged Y/N’s hair more, his hips bucking up into Y/N’s mouth more. It was obvious that he was close, so Deuce simply smirked and grabbed a hold of Y/N’s hair, pulling him off of Ace’s cock. The Pomfiore student whimpered but said nothing as the ginger swore, his orgasm ruined.

“What the fuck was that about?” He growled, crimson eyes glaring at Deuce.

The blue-haired male was unbothered by his glare, “Why should you get to cum when I’m not even close?” He asked, pulling his cock out and rubbing it up against Y/N’s ass, “You can wait a little bit just like our little slut.”

Ace rolled his eyes but pushed back into Y/N’s mouth as Deuce pushed inside of the Pomfiore student. Both Heartslabyul males groaned in unison and Y/N couldn’t help the moan that slipped out around Ace’s cock. Ace’s movements were faster and rougher than Deuce’s when they finally started to move. Ace just wanted to get off by now, while Deuce still wanted to tease him. He hand stroked Y/N’s cock at the same pace as his hips were moving as he hissed filthy things into Y/N’s ear.

“You like choking on Ace’s cock while taking mine, don’t you~?” He purred, squeezing his lover’s cock. Y/N nodded and moaned again, drawing another moan out of Ace. Tears were falling from Y/N’s cheeks as he came after a few more strokes of Deuce’s hand, cum getting all over Deuce’s fist and the floor. Though, this didn’t stop the other two. Y/N whined and mewled from the overstimulation as they continued to fuck him from both ends.

Ace glanced down at the tear-stained face of their beloved, "Are you being a good little slut for us, darling~?" He purred, "Gonna let Deucey breed that slutty little hole of yours~" The vibration of the moan Y/N released around his cock caused Ace to spill down Y/N’s throat with a cry of his name within a few minutes. Deuce was the last one to finish, giving a few more thrusts before he finished inside of Y/N. The three males slumped over one another, Ace barely staying in the chair he was sitting in.

Deuce kissed Y/N’s temple, smiling when Ace leaned over to the kiss Y/N too, “You did so well, love.” He whispered to him.

Ace nodded and carded his fingers through Y/N’s hair, “Yes, he did, but now we need to figure out how to clean up without getting caught.”

[blusherbaker]

TWST Kink Headcanons: Heartslabyul Edition

Minors/ageless blogs DNI; all characters are 18+ for these scenarios

Each character is given a short write-up of one of their main kinks, as well as a list of other kinks they may like (with a little more info added in some cases), and a list of things they would dislike ^v^

Warnings: Smut, discussion/mention of multiple kinks of different varieties, including those related to D/s dynamics, food, pain, etc.

| Savanaclaw »——>

Riddle: Submission

Riddle is always a bit contentious in terms of what his kinks may be, some seeing him as leaning towards more dominance-related kinks, others seeing him as leaning towards more submission-related kinks, some seeing him as having completely different interests, and some seeing him as almost totally vanilla. Personally, I think that Riddle would be likely much more towards the submissive side, loving the feeling of being in that headspace. But, he requires a very caring soft dom, maybe even someone akin to a caregiver. Now, Riddle doesn’t necessarily like age play, but he enjoys letting go of control for a bit. He gets so sweet and obedient when he’s being gently guided, cared for, and even coddled a little, but above all, made to feel safe and loved. He absolutely adores submission when he is in an environment where he feels safe enough to let someone else take the reins and have power and authority over him, and this would both give him a sense of security, and excitement at the same time. 

Other possible kinks: 

PRAISE

Nipple play (he can orgasm just from having his nipples played with)

Biting

Hair pulling

Dominance (he's a sub-leaning switch ♥︎) 

Collaring (Prefers his partner in a collar, rather than himself. Works well with his Unique Magic!)

Dislikes: 

Humiliation, especially regarding his size or his capabilities

Impact play

Choking

Ace: Brat play 

So… we can all agree that Ace would be - really, already is - a brat, right? He’s cheeky, he’s playful, he’s a troublemaker and kind of badly behaved most of the time. He craves an opportunity where he could let that free and already know how he’d be punished and/or rewarded. He’d be SO into letting the full intensity of his bratty side loose. Ace would more or less have the green light to talk back, disobey, tease, and generally be a little shit to his heart’s content, and he’d know that his behaviour would only make things better… for the most part, that is. Because, of course, he really wants to be made to submit. That's where the real joy and excitement would begin for him: when his partner finally puts him in his place.

Other possible kinks (mostly receiving): 

Degradation / humiliation

Praise (and bonus points if it's humiliation and praise all in one!)

Masochism

Exhibitionism

Light CBT?

Gagging

Edging

Mental bondage

Dislikes: 

Other forms of bondage

Role play

Deuce: Praise

Deuce isn’t the kinkiest boy, but he would LOVE to be praised - absolutely no questions about it. No matter what role he’s in, whether things were leaning more kinky (in terms of what he likes) or pretty vanilla, you give him a little praise and he’ll melt. Well… his heart will melt; his cock will be rock hard. It doesn’t even need to be intense praise, or poetic, or anything of that sort. The simplest phrases, a little comment on how good he’s making you feel, or how happy he makes you, or even just something positive about how he looks or behaves (especially in the bedroom), and that’s it. Even if he was pinning you to the mattress, completely controlling you in every other way, you'd be the one making him feel more pleasure than he'd ever expected. A few sweet words, and you'll have Deuce in the palm of your hand.  

Other possible kinks: 

Light bondage / restraint (especially handcuffs, or just with hands or body weight)

Domesticity

Lingerie (on himself OR his partner)

Dislikes: 

Degradation and humiliation, especially regarding his intelligence

Sadism

Really, most things that could cause physical or mental discomfort for you or him. This sweet boy just wants things to be nice and pleasant for you both (*´◡`*)

Trey: Stuffing

Okay, so… I have a feeling Trey would be really into stuffing. He doesn’t necessarily like feedism; I don't believe he would find the intentional weight gain aspect of feeding to be very enticing. But seeing his partner fill up on his food, or - even better! - feeding it to them by hand DEFINITELY would appeal. He adores the control he has over them in that situation; the intimacy of feeding his partner, and of seeing their body temporarily change because of him, their belly gradually becoming round and taut as they're stuffed full of something he made specifically for them. His slightly sadistic side would also like seeing their expression shift from pleased, to content, to uncomfortable as they ate the dishes he made for them, his gaze intense but his voice soft as he coaxes them to “just have one more bite”. Then afterwards, soothing them with gentle touches and loving words once they're overfull and sleepy… now that would be something that Trey would enjoy immensely. 

Other possible kinks (mostly giving): 

Sensation play (he definitely uses his UM!!) 

Teeth (obviously) - also includes biting! 

Orgasm control

Breeding (as a fantasy, NOT reality)

Dacryphilia (crying)

Cockwarming?

Soft domination (possible Daddy kink?)

Dislikes: 

Food play (he doesn’t like the mess)

Pet play

Exhibitionism

Cater: Overstimulation

Giving, receiving, it really doesn't matter to him - Cater simply LOVES overstimulation, in any form. Seeing his partner gradually fall apart from his touch and his words, completely overwhelming them with how much pleasure he gives them... or pain... or, pleasure so intense it becomes painful, it's all a dream to him. If you let him, he will gladly make you so sensitive from his touch it hurts, whether from very lightly raking his nails over your skin over and over and over, playing with your senses in other ways, or making you feel so good for so long that you’re begging him to stop. And he can do this all either by himself, or with help from his clones (thank you, “Split Card!”) He also ADORES being overstimulated himself. Probably even more than doing it to you! And this could be in a few different ways, too: teasing him for extended periods of time, binding his body, playing with textures and temperatures on his skin, giving him spicy food, edging, spanking, or - probably his favourite - forced orgasms. No matter the method, though, Cater likes how overstimulation makes him turn off his brain. He never cums as hard as when his mind is filled with nothing but static, the sound of your voice, and the feeling of what you’re doing to him. 

Other possible kinks: 

Bondage

Sensation play

Dumbification (think for him - he’ll love it ♥︎)

Voyeurism

Being filmed (technically a form of exhibitionism I guess? however, he keeps the recordings private)

Hair pulling

Mirror sex?

Group sex, more specifically clone sex

Orgasm control (especially forced orgasms, as noted above)

Dislikes: 

Degradation

Forced feminization

Whew! And that concludes my headcanons for the possible kinks of these 5 Heartslabyul lads. Let me know what you think, and if you have any other ideas or opinions! I'd love to hear them!!

You can read some extra ideas about these kinks here!

[tigertale]

A/N: Not me remembering halfway through the writing that Deuce is really shy around girls uuh And as usual, I got stuck halfway through it because I'm dumb and rushed the smut because I had enough of struggling with it >:(

A/N2: So many words *crying*

• F!Reader; Deuce; Ace

• 〔　！ 〕Smut; Virgin (Deuce); Creampie; Shower Sex; Grammatical errors; Not proofread

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Ace was mindlessly grumbling with acknowledgement at each of his current potionology partner's criticism, not caring one bit of the way Deuce was condemning him fooling around with the prefect with a shaky and awkward tone —if he had taken the time to look at him, he would've seen the blush painting his whole face red as he tried to keep up the persona of a model student. It was out of character coming from the red-haired, him, who was already known throughout his dorm, despite the year having just started, for teasing the poor Spade whom he always hung out with for one reason or another.

Across the room, switching her attention over to the teacher quite regularly to see if he ever approached as to warn her own partner who was lazing on their shared desk, the prefect of the Ramshackle dorm was stirring the ingredients of the potion with great care, the color slowly switching from a dark and desaturated blue to a beautiful pastel green. She seemed to be pretty focused as she didn't appear to feel the eyes of her friend burning holes inside her back. Was he even a friend? What was he to her? What should she call him? There was nothing official between them, no feelings for them to be dating and, yeah they had sex the day before and a few hours back, first thing in the morning at that, but could she really call him her sex friend? She didn't know if they were even friends! He was kind of overbearing, especially when mocking her. She couldn't forget the many comments he would make, which would always hit bullseye, directly stirring up her insecurities. He was also intimidating in more ways than one, and she didn't see herself constantly seeking sex with someone she was kind of scared of in the near future.

Anyhow, she seemed to lack some basic and common instincts as she was blissfully unaware of the boy that was looking at her up and down, watching the small trail of cum dripping along her leg, which made her softly squirm as she discreetly moved to wipe it off with the hem of her skirt. He eventually sighed as he pushed himself off his desk before turning around on his chair, finally facing Deuce who was still going on and on about how his and the prefect's actions were not to be done on school ground, especially not in a prestigious school like the one they were attending, and that they should at least hide it and learn not to mix their school life with their private one.

"Why you' so obsessed with me and the prefect? You're jealous?" It was meant to be a playful teasing, just a tiny little one meant to stop him from uselessly blabbering his mouth off to him over an irrelevant scolding. But the sight of the blushing boy, only now seeing the horrible flushing on his face, made Ace stop dead in his tracks, his boyish smile fading away too quickly for it to be casual. Hey, that's not how it was supposed to go, Loosey-Deucey was meant to be pissed, to defend himself from the baseless accusation he had made out of boredom, not caught in the middle of an awkward truth. "Wait you seriously are?" And Deuce turned a shade darker as he immediately forgot about the potion at hand to, instead, shake his head from side to side as a denial. But Ace was no fool.

The blue haired boy immediately went back to his cauldron as he saw it turning to the wrong shade, the stream of red coming in the clear indicator that something bad was building up. "N-No, why would I want to do… t-that with the prefect?" He was now hyper focused on the greenish gooey liquid as it gained its color back. Ace raised an eyebrow at the fragile tone Deuce had taken. He didn't know who he was trying to convince (the red-haired or himself), but no one would have been with this voice.

So instead, he turned back towards his desk, resting his head on his forearm once again as he looked over the girl who was still doing all the group's work. She was pitiful, getting bullied so easily despite Crewel's warning towards her classmates that they should not even think about doing it, and he felt his heart acting up which made him bury his face in his crossed arms. Somehow, it annoyed him. The prefect had opened up to him first. Why would Deuce be interested in her? And what if all those bullies would, one day, also come to see the person hidden behind her title as the "magicless student who entered NRC out of pity when they had to work their asses off"? Even if it was an unrealistic outcome in his agenda, the simple thought somehow irritated him even more. "Fuck, it's annoying." He mumbled under his breath, his voice being drowned out by the students around him who rushed to finish their work as the end of the class was nearing.

His mind turned off as the tiredness from fooling around so early in the morning and not getting a wink of sleep finally hit him like a truck, and unfortunately for him, closing his eyes brought his downfall. What he felt was a few seconds had turned out to have been minutes. He didn't even managed to get a restful sleep as the only thing playing in his mind was a fuzzy memory of the girl's lips wrapped around his cock, before the sound of the teaching pointer hitting the desk standing right before the black board smeared with white chalk that were now embed in it (and would be clean clear overnight by a ghost) made him jump awake.

A small smirk was on Crewel's carefully painted face, which was the sign that a great disaster was incoming. "Good. Some of you puppies have a nice training coming along. Although for the rest..." His tone, satisfied at first, dropped low. A frown replaced the smile across his lips as his stick was waved in the air, a small trail of a gold-like powder following the shapes he was making before sending it slamming against the chalkboard, the powder crashing and turning to dust in an eye-catching show. As it disappeared, the lines he had made were now stuck on the board, and it turned out to be the names of quite a few students in the class. "The dogs whose names are here, stay. The other may run around." And Ace knew he was in deep trouble when he saw his name among the list.

Not so surprisingly though, neither Deuce's nor the prefect's name were there, which quickly made him guess what he did wrong as he complained to his partner who was already packing his stuff. But Deuce had none of it and he made sure to quickly tell him off. What did he want him to do? Advocate Ace by telling the teacher that he wasn't actually sleeping when the entire class saw him doing so? No, it was his long awaited lunch break and he wanted to eat. It wasn't his problem anyway, Ace could deal with the consequences, he had learnt, after the chandelier incident, that he should probably leave some people to handle their own problems. Especially if it was Ace Trappola. And that was also retribution for the shameless statement he made, implying that he, the model student that he was, wanted to do the deed with the Prefect.

And the red-haired dropped his head, going back to crossing his arms and resting on them, watching everyone but the selected students leave while loudly commenting about the menu of the day. Quite fast, his attention went back to the prefect, and a mocking huff from the back of his throat left his closed mouth. Just like Deuce, she was putting her notebooks away, diligently standing up and going towards the door without sparing a glance to her partner. He wasn't one to believe in superstition, but karma was truly doing its job. Her partner who had dumped all the group's work on her was also forced to stay and he looked absolutely devastated. He didn't know which dorm held this purple and red arm band he had, but it seemed like he would be in for a nice scolding by his dorm head (not like he didn't share the same fate). It wasn't a victory for her per say, but at least some of the students in the class would learn not to bring down the magicless student so openly if it meant being punished by the scary alchemy teacher.

She stopped in her tracks at one point, her head dropping to the side as she looked at Ace questionably. He was surprised when he saw her patiently waiting as if waiting for an answer. Did she… want to eat with him? It wasn't the implicit question that threw him off guard, but the fact that she had somehow found the courage to ask him about something, which he realized she hadn't done ever since they had met. And by the way she was fidgeting, it seemed that she was very much stressed about asking him this. So he put on the one smile he knew would get her not to worry about him rejecting her offer, the one that popular guys usually sported and would make girls squeal like those in a stereotyped teenage show, as he waved her off.

She immediately smiled back and nodded, turning around and walking towards Deuce. The two of them talked a bit —it was more of a one-sided conversation where she uttered a word or two and he answered awkwardly with a nod, but Ace was too paranoid at this point— as the last few students exited and Ace could see her smiling sheepishly at the blue haired boy before they left together. And oh was he pissed. She and the idiot who can't even put two and two together hanging out for lunch? His face morphed to greet yet another frown as he almost started to regret napping during his class, but he was Ace, the troublemaker who had never felt bad about any troublemaking before. Still, he at least hoped for the teacher to start whatever he wanted to say so that he could crash the little "date" the two were having.

And thankfully his wish was heard as Crewel immediately slammed the pointer in his hand once the last student had left. "Now, it seems like I should teach you puppies about discipline all over again. You may think I didn't see you, but that's taking me for a fool." Each of the people present were carefully scanned by his slitted eyes. He made sure to look at them personally, one after one squeaking under his gaze, before eventually pointing the closest to him. "You first. Stealing a potion, how idiotic of you."

And Ace knew that he was in for a looong ride if he was scolding and humiliating them one at the time. He probably wouldn't even have the time to eat at this rate. At least now he knew which teacher he shouldn't mess with.

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She started to eat her main dish, softly blowing on the hot potato stuck on her fork to cool it down before plopping it in her mouth. She tried to play off her mouth burning up (she didn't blow enough-) and breathed out in hopes of reducing the heat, but she could still hear the snickers of the students around as some of them were making comments about her eating like a starved dog or whatever dehumanizing and shameful thing their imagination could muster.

Eating at the cafeteria was a nightmare. She knew that upon setting foot there, she would have been assaulted by cold glares, a lot of mocking and teasing, but she didn't think it would be this bad. Not only that, but Deuce had also disappeared somewhere while she was filling up her own tray full of food, the ghosts serving her were grinning to the point that she could make out their gums as they handed her more than a normal portion. Was it out of sympathy, she didn't know, but it made her heart beat faster as she clumsily tried to bow down gratefully. She could feel the tears welling up as she received one of the very few kind gestures she had ever received since she ended up here. It was overwhelming, even if no-one could understand why her eyes had turned glossy. The ghosts were quick to make her straighten her back up as some students waiting for their turn behind were yelling at her to move out the way already.

She had rushed off to a table in one the corners of the room after a last grateful thank, starting to eat as she came to realize that no-one was sitting around her. They had all kept a distance big enough to fit at least two to three persons on the bench. At least she wouldn't have to worry about the noise… or that was what she thought until more students flocked in, still keeping the 3 seats distance improvised rule, and loudly made comments about her. So she tried to drown them out by eating the plates before her, which wasn't all that successful, but was the only thing she could do. Sure she had a phone she had snuck inside her skirt's pocket as Crowel had demanded for her to only use it for emergencies, but not only was it off-limits in a place that people could ell on her, but she had also forgotten to charge it and didn't want to use whatever left she had of her battery. And it's not like she could just barge next to them, demanding that they would stop spreading meaningless rumors or else… or else what? She was weak. She didn't know how to talk, was insecure, and the thought of one of them standing up, red with anger as they would scream their head off back at her, or even physically take it upon themselves to reprimand her, was enough to make tears prick her eyes. If she was at least half as confident as Ace or Deuce, none of this would have ever happened.

As she was still struggling to chew the hot potato in her mouth, the sound of a tray being put next to hers made her jump slightly, the sound of the metal cutlery clinging suddenly bringing her out of her thoughts. She looked over to see who it was, and low and behold, it was Deuce, wearing an apologetic look as he sat next to her. "I-It's not taken, right?" Taken? The seat? She shook her head, pointing out that all those around her were all free to be used. A relieved sigh left his lips before he straightened his neck with an unnatural and almost unheard laugh and jumped on the food. "I'm sorry for taking so long… I didn't know what to pick between carbonara and sautéed chicken…" She looked over at his plate to see that he had gone for the chicken.

She hummed in acknowledgement, "it looks tasty" she said before continuing with her own dish. Much like what she had done, he looked at what she had taken, curious by the fact that she had taken such a warm dish when the summer heat was still there. And trying to bring up some kind of conversation, and to maybe try and fight the way he would just freeze up in front of a girl, he repeated what he said out loud. "Why did I choose a potato gratin? It just… feels home for some reason." And it just reminded Deuce that the prefect was not only magicless, but also pretty much suffered from memory loss.

His curiosity growing, Deuce asked against any good judgment about her world. "Did you… forget everything about your homeland? His question was clumsy, and most certainly could have triggered someone, but the girl was pretty much okay with it. While it did feel weird to be asked that, it also made her all giddy to be able to exteriorise all these pent up feelings and the confusion about this entire situation.

"I remember nearly everything about my world, but when it comes to the memories about my own life and my family, except for general information, it's all blank." As if it was nothing, she picked another potato as Deuce had frozen at what she had said. Her circumstances were peculiar, and most importantly, he couldn't help but pity her. Remembering nearly everything except your own life? It sounded like something that someone could go mad about. "I have a mom, siblings, I'm one of the middle children, and I didn't have many relatives to interact with so it was mostly us."

"I-I'm sorry, I can't even imagine myself forgetting my mom…" He sighed as he looked at the food on his plate with a contemplative look. Yeah, he truly felt bad for her, maybe that it was his model student persona acting up, but he knew that he would have never felt this emotion before, not during his delinquent day. When he felt a hand grazing his blazer, he stiffened up, stopping dead in the act of munching his food as he started losing all the colors on his face.

He could see it from the corner of his eyes, her fingers tentatively flexing against his arm as she smiled at him. "Thank you for asking, although it's hard to miss something you can't even remember." He slowly turned his face to meet the girl's eyes, but she had already gone back to her plate. Her hand still on his arm. "Still, the nostalgia feels good, so I wanted to indulge it as much as I could. Thank you for asking."

Although she looked cool on the outside, a small smile clinging to her lips as potatoes after potatoes were stuffed in her mouth, she was internally confused. She had never spoken so much since she'd left this godforsaken coffin and it felt weird, and it's not like she had even gone on a tirade or any long monologue. She knew that it was because of Deuce who was acting much more shyly than her at the moment —her sisterly instincts taking over her despite how the boy was intimidating her, which forced her to take the role of the most extroverted and the leader of the conversation.

But the moment was cut short when she heard someone laughing, their voice breaking the atmosphere as she quickly removed her hands from Deuce's arm, much to his sadness. And the question that has been sitting at the corner of her mind suddenly sprung back. "Also I really wanted to ask," He nodded like a broken robot would, the movement unnatural and in short motion. "Do you not mind sitting with me?" He blinked once, twice, before his eyes eventually met hers.

She looked meek, fragile even, just like how he had found her when he had finally gotten his food. Not only was he strangely attracted to her, but she had also looked sick, with her dropping eyes and pale skin. His mind was racing with different ideas before he had cooly sat down next to her in the most casual way he could. Despite the way his heart was acting around her, he wasn't one to let a friend down, especially not when they looked down. "Uh, I should?" They both stared at each other, confused by his answer. Answering a question with a question? He coughed a bit as his cheeks were once again dusted with a light pinkish tone. "You looked sick, I don't know if it's because the classes were hard this morning, so of course I came. And you asked me to eat with you." More like she asked if they could eat together, but the phrasing didn't faze her one bit. If anything, something else caught her attention.

So he didn't see how everyone was sending her daggers with their eyes and how much it affected her. It turned out that he was more clueless than what she had previously thought, and it sparked off a giggle, one that she tried really hard to keep at bay so as to not offend Deuce. But he saw how her shoulders were staggering, the unnatural movement causing him to worry once again. "Are you okay?" It was the last straw for her who was trying so hard to keep it together. She bursted out laughing, tears building up at the corner of her eyes from how hard her stomach hurt. She didn't care about how she could see pairs of eyes staring at her incredulously through her blurry vision, the only thing that mattered was the blue haired one whose surprised face sent her into yet another fit of laughter before she could control it. Ah, she had missed this feeling! How ecstatic, how elated she was right now! Even as he tried to calm her down tentatively, which she tried to help by focusing on her breathing and less on the ridiculous fact that he was as oblivious as a kid (maybe even more at that point), she could only rejoice that such feeling would come in such a situation.

And right as she successfully calmed down, a grin stretched on her face as she, against her better judgment, playfully pushed her shoulders against his, yet another tray was put before her. Or more like middely slammed, as Ace sat down with pursed lips and eyebrows almost grinding. "What got y'all laughing?" He immediately went to pick a fork full of food, not waiting for her, or Deuce, to answer him before he started eating.

"It's not your business, is it?" Deuce's words made the two others stop, mouths still open as they turned to look at him. He was diligently swallowing each piece of chicken as unbothered as ever which made the red-haired's frown more noticeable. While Ace was offended, she on the other hand was more confused than anything, surprised by how the two immediately went into a passive-agressive behavior. Ooh, the tension could be cut by how thick it was, and she tried to descale it despite having up to no experience in this field.

"Nothing really. But you finally got here, what did professor Crewel say?" And thankfully for her, the boy was willing to let go of his grudge at the mention of the infamous teacher. She could see him rolling his eyes as he cringed, making her even more curious about what happened.

"Just like ya, nothing really." He smirked as he cheekily rested his head on his propped up hand, eyes meeting hers playfully. After his little show-off session that indeed managed to fluster her, he eventually straightened his back again to eat the rest of his meal. "He told me to come back after my last class." He said while cutting a piece of bread in two.

Her mouth fell open at that. She was expecting some kind of punishment since the teacher was quite literally glaring at him with a look that screamed "You're a dead man" and everyone who wasn't lazing off was practically offering prayers for Ace, but she was still surprised. "That's why you shouldn't nap during a class." She scolded him lightly, knowing that he wasn't entirely at fault there.

But he didn't seem to grasp that as he retorted back with a pout. "Yeah yeah, I'm surprised that you didn't either. You were wilder than me." She felt her cheeks getting hot at the innuendo behind his word. Of course she would be embarrassed if he said something like that, and she was lucky that no-one heard what he had just said as some kind of commotion was building up in the background. And right after, Deuce got up catching both of their attention. He looked serious as he arranged his tray before taking it. "Where you going?" The boy had not uttered a word ever since Ace had joined and it was weird for him to just leave out of nowhere.

"Classes start in less than 15 minutes." Or not, he was a model student after all. Kinda. As he walked away, the girl followed suit, quickly moving away from the bench so she could walk woth him to their next class.

She was stopped by Ace who was complaining about just joining in which got her to roll her eyes and tell him to eat fast or he'd be late. "At least wait in my room after school, I've got something to tell you." She stopped dead in her tracks, turning around to question him, but her words died in her throat as he had already moved onto something else, taking a look at whatever was trending right now on social media as he gulped down his food. She sighed as she continued on her way, wondering and dreading what he could possibly want to speak with her.

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When she arrived right before Heartslabyul, she was tempted to just walk back and tell Ace that something had unfortunately came up and had sadly prevented her from honoring what he had asked for. What would he do? Call her an idiot? It wouldn't be the first time, she knew she could withstand (or not) whatever insult he would tell her out of pettiness. But as she was thinking that she had a good excuse, a hand suddenly grabbed her shoulder and pushed her in someone's chest.

She looked up to grasp a view of this stranger who was so intimately touching her, his warmth spreading to her body in a way that was too disagreeable for someone like her who wasn't... especially touchy feely in her daily life, even less with someone she had just met. She only met a pair of green emerald iris shining as bright as the perfectly white lips aligning behind his stretched lips. The only thing she could make apart from his eyes and the beautiful orangish color strands of hair framing his face, was the diamond shape under his eyes —it matched the ones Deuce and Ace wore, albeit this stranger's drawing was more discreet and properly drawn than theirs— before his phone was trusted before her, a photo being taken during her confusion.

He pressed her tighter against his chest as he looked at it with pursed lips before sighing. "Tss, you're not photogenic, ya know?" Ouch, she didn't know who this person was, but his words were definitely unwanted. And also fueled the anxiety in her as she tried to back away from his touch by awkwardly trying to move her shoulder far from him. He had none of it, as his hand moved lower, reaching at the crook on her back to bring her closer. He tsked playfully as he flexed his hands against her school uniform. "Sooo you're the new student yuh? The one Ace got to screw up?"

W-What was even happening at this point? She took a deep breath, relaxing her stressed mind as she pulled away from his touch more forcefully. "Oop, I forgot to present myself!" She tried to look calm as she faced him, but this unwell look came back on her face. Eyebrows pulled together, a sickly complexion and the corner of her lips unwillingly sinking lower and lower with each passing second. "I'm Cater! Can call me Cay Cay tho☆ Now that we know each other you're not offended anymore, mmh?" She didn't know who this eccentric person was but she was pressured by his mere presence. Not only was he speaking and insulting her so naturally, but the people-pleasing tone he put forward was less than attractive, the fakeness of it making her inch further away.

Panic settled in his voice as he finally stopped to instead call her, he could see it, clear as day, that she was quite visibly tried to run away, almost as if she wasn't even trying to hide it —but she was, trying to be discreet because despite how this stranger was scaring her, she couldn't bring herself to potentially hurt his feelings. "W-Wait! You're here for Ace, no?" She nodded carefully, eyeing the door before switching her attention back to him. He put a hand on his hips as he sighed before playing with one of the hair strands falling on each side of his face, a tight smile gracing his thin lips. "Geez~ I was anxious that you would dump me for a moment there. Anyway, let me show you to his room." He switched back to his merry facade as he grabbed her hands, leading her through the labyrinth-like manor accommodating the Heartslabyul students.

She could barely pipe a word in, too focused on following the man and not tripping on her own feet to properly ask what was going on. She could see stairs slaloming under her, their checkered pattern paired with the messy show of cards and tea sets hanging from both walls and ceiling adding to her confusion and the dizziness from Cater's fast tempo. Where was he even walking her to? And how the hell did he know that she even wanted to see Ace? Perhaps he had assumed that they had indeed engaged in a physical relationship, which was a risky bet considering that they've only met like a few days ago and she was extremely shy, and that she wanted to go back to Ace to talk about it. But she didn't know if it would be a stretch to assume that this man, Cater, had done the same mental gymnastics she had had while he was pulling her here and there in the dorm. Although it all came to a stop when they arrived before one of the various doors in the vast corridor, this one was just as identical as the others, from the dark oak color of the wood, down to the card pattern engraved in it. She wanted to ask the ginger if they had arrived, but he was already by the stairs when she looked back at him, waving his arms, telling her something around the lines of "You should give me your magicam acc so I can tag you!" before leaving just as fast. Welp, here went her guide.

She turned to the door, taking in a deep breath, before knocking three times, waiting for a response. But when she heard no answer after a good five minutes, anxiously enduring the sly and mocking looks she would receive, she took it upon herself to open the door.

She quietly excused herself for entering without permission, her last attempt to see if someone was in the room. But when she peeked through the entrance, it was silent, and most importantly, no-one was there so she quietly stepped inside, the door closing behind with a soft "click" as she started to wander around a bit. It came to he that she knew nothing about Ace, not that it was surprising considering that they've only met a day or two ago, but it truly make her question how close they were and how she would be able to find his side of the room as it seemed like he was living with three other students in the small room. Walking along the impromptu lane leading to the window at the other side of the room, she was surprised to see, behind the curtains of the canopy beds, just how tidy and perfectly made the blankets were. It was the kind of effort that she lacked early in the morning and wouldn't put her energy into, she even cringed slightly as she could see the poor state she and Ace had left her bed in. As in covers haphazardly thrown on the bed and half of the cushions at the corners of the mattress with the rest on the ground.

When she arrived at the back of the room, looking carefully at each of the desks to see which side was Ace's, she stopped at the card-like furniture, placed against the far end wall, where a basketball was resting on. She carefully looked at the jacket hanging above on the wall, the one that she had seen a few students wearing in the dorm and making her wonder if it was some sort of uniform made specifically for the Heartslabyul resident, before inspecting the books nuzzled on whatever place was left on the cupboard. "Important figures of Basketball history" she read under her breath, huffing when she finished the sentence and switching to the book next to it. This one was about magic tricks… and this time she giggled, wondering why people here needed childish magic tricks when they had real magic. Surely a rabbit coming out of a magic hat was far less impressive than summoning one out of thin air. And the last book turned out to be the very reference book teacher Trein had given them a few hours before. Had Ace managed to drop his things before going to his club activity (and detention hour right after)? She wasn't sure, but to confirm her suspicions, she walked to the desk which she assumed had the same basketball and magic enthusiast owner, and it only took for her to peek at the notebook messily thrown on it to see the name tag "Ace".

She was relieved to say the least, that she didn't have to invade the privacy of someone else. So, gathering some courage, she slid the curtains of his bed to the side, enough to let her sneak in after kicking her shoes off, and let her body fall on it as she gradually started to relax. The bed was surprisingly comfortable, and she truly questioned how he had managed to sleep on hers because she surely wouldn't have been able to get a wink of sleep after trying such a cozy mattress.

After a few minutes, letting in sink that she had successfully come to Ace's room and relishing into the silence surrounding her, she eventually pulled out of her skirt's pocket the phone Crowley had given her the night he had handed her the ramshackle building. The first thing she did was opening the app store to download whatever this magicam social media was, although the name sounded vaguely familiar to what she had back home and gave her an idea of what it was. It took no time for it to be downloaded, and she thanked whatever God they had here, rejoicing in the fact that Crowley might have been an ass and the most irresponsible figure of authority in her life in the few days they've met, but at least he gave her a phone with a proper cell phone plan. Which was weird, but he probably expected her to use the phone outside of its original use (which was only emergencies).Opening the app, she immediately went to create her account, working through the shroud her memory was to remember just what was the name of her account back in her world, and going smoothly through the creation of her account until she came across the part where they asked her if she wanted to add a profile picture.

Oh, what was she supposed to do now? She could skip it, no problem, just go on through the rest of the process and scroll along the Night Raven student's posts to see what was trending in this world. Yet, somehow, and perhaps was it due to what she had done with Ace the day before —gosh she was blushing, her cheeks definitely hotter than they should, at the mere thought of it— but she couldn't bring herself to pass this step. She wanted… to take a picture of herself? Knowing that someone was willing to have sex with her truly made her feel better about her body and she wanted to try something "new." So she angled the camera above her, hair sprawled on the bed, framing her face and pursed lips as she tried to find the right photo. After a few seconds where she looked intensely at the camera, she abandoned the idea, letting her arm fold against her chest as she took in just how cringe she must have looked. What the hell made her think this was a good idea? She immediately went to her gallery and picked a random picture she had taken of the cute purple-ish flowers growing inside the moldy room with the water heater.

Right when she completed her profile, she heard the door clicking open which made her perked up as she put her phone to the side and moved to crawl on the bed. The curtains of the canopy bed were blocking her from seeing who had entered, and as to not surprise whoever entered, she made sure to make some sound behind her as she moved closer to the edge. She crawled all the way to the curtains where she pulled it to the side, enough for her head to peek out. Much to her surprise —yes she had been hoping to see Ace— she was welcomed by Deuce's face who reciprocated her surprised look. "Uh? Perfect, what are you doing here?" She should be the one asking him this, she never expected the two of them to be roommates.

She sat on the back of her knees after pulling the curtain farther away from her, an awkward smile hanging loosely on her lips while she lightly scratched the back of her ear. "A-Ah, I came here on Ace's demand. I'm sorry for entering without permission, no-one was there so I took the liberty to come in." He shook his head with wide eyes, his own way to tell her that it was no problem and she shouldn't be bothered by it. Her smile became brighter as she was relieved, which made him switch his attention to the bottle he had in hand, the one she only came to realize he was pulling out of his sport bag after she saw him diverting his eyes. He looked back at her, softly excusing himself, before once again distracting himself by looking at the floor as he moved across the room.

He walked to the bed next to Ace, which she assumed must be his as he had haphazardly dumped his all his sport stuffs on it, before he straightened his back, staring at the equipments peeking through the opening of the bag's zipper that he hadn't bothered to fasten close after he had taken his bottle out. A short silence stretched, one she was tempted to avoid by looking at some videos on magicam, and was almost about to do so, before his voice, unsure by the tone, resonated. "I-I'm not used to being around girls." She was definitely caught off guard by his words, but she didn't dare to pipe a word in as he let his head fall forward, a blush spreading on his face hidden by his blue bangs, while his fists clenched. "None of them ever approached me, or even looked me in the eyes actually, I was more rough back then and pretty scary so it became like that naturally I guess… T-That's why I sometimes freeze up, I guess that I'm kinda… c-caught off guards?" Deuce was definitely trying to express himself as clearly as he could. She had felt it already, how he would sometimes stumble over his own words and stop responding which forced her to talk instead, although she had unconsciously assumed it was because he was forcing himself to be friendly with her. Ah, it turned out it was just because he was somewhat "inexperienced". She definitely felt the same, not that she was scared of the opposite gender, she just felt overwhelmed by being solely surrounded by them, boys, men whatever she was supposed to call them with the attitude she had seen from some. Which would probably pressure and most certainly distress a lot of people if they were put in the same situation (let's not add that she was also magicless in a magic specialized school and seemingly hated by the entire student body for a reason that she wasn't even exactly sure about.)

She was about to comfort him, telling him that she couldn't care less about the stuttering or freezing up, but he pulled his head up right after which surprised her as she immediately forgot about talking. He walked his way to her after taking a long breath in and stopped before her as stiff as a wooden plank, eyes moving from hers then above her head when he made eye contact. "A-And I wanted to talk to you about something. Uh, important?" He said the last part quite unsure, not knowing if it actually was or not. She nodded slowly, her mind working hard not to let her imagination get caught in any unpleasant thought although it was quite hard for her who was used to it, but came to realize that she was still sitting on Ace's bed. It may not be much, but she thought that switching to Deuce's bed would be way better if they were to talk about something important, it might take a while after all.

And she was quick to voice out her idea, pointing to the bed where he had come from and raising herself off the one she was sitting on at the same time. "How about we move to your bed? It'll be way more comforta-"

"Wait!" He cut her off, his voice surprisingly loud which was unfit for his character, or at least for the character he had tried so hard to put up ever since they've met, and was surprised by his own voice as he started falling forwards. She jumped at the sudden movement and rolled back on Ace's bed right after losing her balance, his arms following along and falling on each side of her head as he moved above her, and both his legs caging her waist as he was now on all four above her. The two of them immediately fell into a trance as they gazed at each other's face. He was seeing details that he had failed to see before, since he wasn't one to care about appearance, like the black dot resting under her right eye, or the one below her pinkish lips which was tempting him into doing something he had never even thought about before. And when his eyes trailed lower on her neck and down to her collarbone that was free for him to see due to the few buttons she had opened from when she was quietly complaining about being hot earlier during their history class, he gulped down, the sight of yet another beauty mark hiding right below the fabric and near one of her breasts making his body ache as his mind started whispering incoherent thing to him. Like how he needed to trail a hand down along her chest, pass a finger or two under her shirt as he should press a kiss against her plump lips and taste her. It felt… overwhelming, and with the heat growing in him, his cheeks followed suit and darkened from the accumulation of blood.

And as for her, she was admiring his turquoise eyes, marveling at how bright and… lively they were, or his forehead, glistening due to the sweat building up and, and the small strand of wet blueish hair stuck to it. She saw how messy the Spade on his face was drawn upon closer inspections, the lines shaky and bumps decorating it, which made her remember that he was still pretty much clumsy despite how intimidating he may appear to her. But when she felt how insistent his eyes were, as she could see them glued to her chest, it made embarrassment bloom inside her in the most sickly way as she felt it blocking her trachea. She immediately looked to the side, instead focusing on his gloved hand and how his fingers were flexing against the fabric of the blanket as he was still contemplating her body. But was there even anything to see? Bile was creeping its way up from how nauseous she was becoming at the mere thought. Ace had managed to keep such ludicrous idea at bay by fucking her until she even forgot about her name, but now it was all coming back, and even stronger at the accumulation that kept building up.

He came back to himself once he saw that she had turned her face to the side, and immediately after his face turned livid as he bit his lips, he too, now facing the other side. He quickly got back up, moving to her left as he apologized for putting her in an awkward position, but still refusing to look at her. She used this chance to straighten her back, crossing her legs so that she would be more comfortable. "A-As I've said, it's pretty important…" Dread washed over her as if she had been hit straight in the face by those huge and aggressive waves that lifeguards would usually warn you about by blowing in their whistle, making her forget that the two of them were still on Ace's bed.

She wanted to nod like she had done before, not trusting her voice to not actually break down and willing to listen to what he had to say, although she feared it, she couldn't not face the situation now that this discussion of his was starting to impose itself as the elephant in the room. And all those anxious thoughts eventually overcame whatever defense mechanism she was supposed to have. Did he finally have enough of having to deal with her and her anxiousness? Of how she lacked a proper self-esteem, and how it could have made him avoid stepping up against a bunch of hot-blooded students if she had the same confidence he had? Did he… finally understand how boring and uninteresting she was? But he was facing the other way, which forced her to let out a soft and almost inaudible hum for him to finally look at her with an uneasy face.

He opened his mouth, and her mind went into a frenzy in those few milliseconds before his voice resonated in the empty room. He would finally say it, that hanging out with her (although the circumstances forced him to) was a pain, that he wanted her to never approach him ever again, and what if he said that she was annoying to deal with? She had tried so hard to put up a facade that would've helped her, faking being hurt, but in this situation she couldn't take it anymore, she didn't know if she could take one more insult, especially coming from him who she had slightly gotten closer to. "I'm sorry.." And silence reigned after that. He was sorry… what for she didn't know. And when she expressed out loud her confusion with a small and confused "Uh?" he awkwardly coughed in his fist before continuing. "I- I mean , how should I say this, I uuh just…"

"I– I've been thinking about i-ina—... i-inappropriate s-stuff about you– ou?" His stuttering became stronger with each word, his face once again cultivating this reddish color she was ironically starting to get accustomed to. And as for her… He had exceeded all her expectations, never would she have ever thought that someone would say that, to her of all persons! And by the look of it, he was just as surprised by what he had said. "I- I mean, after I saw you and Ace this morning I just— I'm not even sure if it's actually that? But seeing you just made me….?" He was tempted to bury his face in his hands, to hide any of his embarrassment, but instead gripped his pants.

She was surprised, her eyes widening as she thought back to what he could have seen, and to say that she felt stupid would be an understatement. Yes, she had quite literally forgotten about any decency this very morning as she had pulled her skirt up to remove Ace's cum from her leg, her mind still basking in all the sex she had had, and she only came back to her normal and awkward self after she had been brought back to reality by her potionology partner. She didn't know how she didn't feel any shame before that, and as of now, something else had quite ridiculously caught her attention. "Y-You mean I turn you on?" GAH! How could she say it like that?! The wording was so wrong, so vulgar, something that a model student shouldn't hear! And yet, the entire situation itself was something he shouldn't have ever found himself in in the first place. And the wording was pretty much true.

Instead of denying, like what his mind was screaming at him to do, he instead, against his better judgment, nodded slowly as if scared of her reaction, which was the case. And she was left speechless. Her fingers were flexing against her thighs as a way to chase after any type of support she could have at the moment, sweat building up along her palm. What was she supposed to do? Should she welcome him, invite him in her bed like Ace did, although Ace more of like jumped onto her and she went along with it. Deuce wasn't ugly by any means, and if anything, she wasn't against the idea of being intimate with him, but him wanting to do it with her? Of all people? She doubted already with Ace, but this just made her question herself again. Was she simply an easy target or did she enter some kind of beauty standards here? "I mean… I'm not against it, you know."

"E-Eh?" He was taken aback at her words, his mind not taking into account her meek and unsure voice but only the approval. She was… Okay with going through his damn twisted needs?

She shifted on the bed awkwardly, moving her legs so that her heels were now digging into her butt from how she had placed them. "Doing it, pleasing you… I wouldn't mind pleasing you." She didn't know how she had managed to say it without stuttering, the benediction of always keeping her tone cool when stress arose, definitely taunting her at this very moment. And he was taken off guard.

"A-Are you sure?" He was impatient but tried to keep some manners, and anyone could clearly see it from the way he was staring at her with wide eyes. She nodded quietly as she shyly brushed a few hair strands out of her face, trying not to look into his eyes and make it more awkward for her.

She moved so that her legs could hang above the floor. "Of course. I don't really like lying or giving false hope." Because I would like you not to do so, was the unsaid part, the one she left hanging hoping that he would catch on. Which he didn't, but he was a man with values. If she had expressed her ideas that clearly, it'd have been hypocrisy not to respect and reciprocate her own moral codes and him… He was a model student, yes one that indulged himself into the carnal desire making his body heat up like a fever, but mainly one that is supposed to respect others.

He nodded, not trusting his voice, to show that he was listening and agreeing with her. And he was right not to voice out his thoughts as he would have let out an ungracious noise when he felt her hand touching his. While he was as stiff as a stick, wondering what she was planning, she had already laid out her plan inside her mind. She didn't have much experience, the only one she had was Ace, and she didn't want to count in those educational videos and porn she had watched out of boredom, so she naturally planned on redoing what she had done with the red-haired. So sucking him off came first.

"Umm, so you've got any condoms? I heard you guys were given some the other day." He was taken out of his reveries as he mentally thanked Cater for delivering him the bag of condoms the prior day instead throwing it straight to the trash. Indeed he had kept it because he could never discard something his senior would give him, no matter what it was, but this detail could be put aside for now. He nodded vigorously, leaping out of Ace's bed and leaving her confused on it as he went to his side of the room. He opened the lowest drawer of his desk, pulling out the same bag the ginger brought to her, rummaging through it to find something his size. He never had sex with anyone, far from it, if anything he was feared by everyone and it never came to him just how sexually frustrated he could be. Still… He may have participated in a few "manly" games with his friends, dumb things boys would do like running around naked in the locker room instead of washing the sweat off their body after their PE class, and of course, comparing their size was the event he had to go through.

When he felt her shoulder brushing his arm, his soul almost left his body as he almost jumped, immediately turning to look at her although her eyes were locked on the condoms he was rummaging through. She hummed slightly, almost too low for him to hear, before she faced him. "So you know your size?"

Deuce blinked a few times before a reddish hue went back to his cheeks as his lips were slightly pursed. He took a small plastic package while nodding. "Y-Yeah." She turned back to him with a small smile on her lips as she hummed acknowledging what he said. It was out of instincts, but she unconsciously compared him to Ace. How much kinder and calm he was. How straight to the point he would act sometimes. How adorable the red tint on his neck was. How much stronger he looked compared to his roommate. It wasn't right, and she knew the two would be offended if she ever voiced out this thought, but she couldn't help it. They were the only ones she had had a positive interaction with so far and seeing how different the two were was just inevitable.

She took the condom out of his hands as he eyed her, not daring to do anything as he waited for her to say something. "Go sit on the bed, I'll do it don't worry." She gave him yet another smile that managed to make him crumble as he pitifully nodded before doing what she asked, placing himself on the edge of his bed. She didn't wait for him to make himself comfortable that she was already on her knees before him, hands playing with the squarish plastic she was holding and ripping it open carefully. Not wanting for her to do everything, he immediately moved to his trousers, fumbling with his fly as he was suddenly hyper-aware of what he was about to do. Not that he wasn't before, but only now did it come to him that he was about to lose his virginity. He wasn't stressed per say at the idea, he had just never thought about the importance of it before as he never had the chance to. Feared as he was, his mates nor the world around found use in explaining it to him.

She lightly tapped his leg, soft enough for it to catch her attention. "Are you scared?" She could see that his mind was somewhere else as he had stopped undoing his slacks, his hands holding the side of his pants as he looked before him with an absent look. She chuckled softly before rubbing his thigh with a smile. "Don't worry! If something displeases you, be sure to tell me about it, and I'll immediately stop."

He blinked a few times at her before trying to give her a small smile, although it came out more as a grimace than anything else. He was clearly uncomfortable and she didn't know if it was because he was stressed or because he wanted to stop but felt like he was forced to do it, and she would hate the latter to be the on-going scenario. So she decided to test the water as she asked him in a soft tone to get up enough so she could finish what he had started. And he eagerly did so as he pushed his hands in the blankets and raised his hips for her to help him lower his pants. She was surprised by the speed with which he did so, but it also proved that he wanted it, right? And assuming that, she took the edges of the pants of his school uniform and slid them lower together with his underwear.

She was surprised to see him almost rock hard, his erection already well formed as it stood upright, and the only thing she could note was that he seemed to have more girth compared to Ace, the veins along his cock running all the way up to the slightly red tip. It was circumcised. She said the last one playfully in her head as she brought her hands to his length, not aware of the way her lips were unconsciously brought upwards. "I- Is there a problem?" She took her eyes away to look at him at his question, his face just as red as before. Why was she smiling? Was it not what she was expecting? Perhaps was he not big enough?

A groan resonated in the room when he felt her fingers on either side of the base of his cock, and he clasped his hands on his mouth the next second, definitely taken by surprise by what she had done. And right after his back straightened up, her warm breath now ghosted over his tip. Shit, he could never go back to lonely pleasuring if those two things alone managed to push him closer to his climax, his hands could never compare to her.

"Deuce. Are you sure that you want it?" He was taken aback by her sudden question.

He looked down to finally meet her eyes, and he tried real' hard not to look aside when he saw just how lewd she looked right now, kneeled on the ground and ready to please him. "Of course, if not I'd have said so…" His voice hitched before he released a shaky breath as she smiled at him with half-lidded, trying to dispel any left-over doubts he may have had but instead conveying a sultry look as she pressed her cheek against his cock. Did he say lewd before? Because she looked absolutely depraved now, his dick squished tight between his abdomen and her face.

One last smile was thrown his way before she focused back on the situation at hand. "Then I'll start, you can stop me whenever you want." She pushed a few hair strands out of her face before getting to work, and he took this chance to tear his gaze away from her. No, he didn't dare to look down, his eyes pretty much analyzing Ace's side of the room which happened to be the only thing in his field of view, but he could sense it, feel it, as her hands wrapped around his cock carefully. A tight squeeze, then slow pumps, her breath ghosting above his tip, her tongue flicking over the pinkish top of his dick, the walls of her mouth warm and welcoming, the sound she would make every time he met the back of her throat, the build up was happening faster than his mind would have liked, he couldn't come now… Wouldn't it be embarrassing?

She carefully cradled his cock, her fingers and tongue flexing against it as she tried to make him more comfortable. Or at least comfortable enough that he would stop glaring a hole inside the wall and let his tense muscles finally relax. She could feel his legs, trapping her on each side, and how they were subtly trembling from the knee up to his waist as if he was keeping himself from thrusting inside her mouth. But that was the idea, that's what he was supposed to do. She agreed to please him, he could at least let himself go. So she sighed as she took him out of her mouth, the remnants of the lubricant the condom was coated with making her mouth heavy as she gulped down the excess of saliva. "... Is there a problem?" He was once again taken aback and he slightly jumped when he heard her voice. He was so focused on not coming that he had not even seen when she had stopped sucking him off, much to his embarrassment as he felt shame blooming and forming a ball in his throat. He shook his head from side to side, a way to tell her that no, there were no problems but she still frowned. "Are you sure? You seem quite tense." And as to emphasize her words, she pressed her fingers on his toned thigh, the muscles proving to have hardened under the tension and making her action almost unnoticeable.

Well… she was right, he did feel troubled, but what was he supposed to do? Assume that he was scared of coming too fast? Tell her about it? "Oh, actually, your mouth feels amazing but I'll cum soon so I'm trying not to focus on it so we can go longer!" He may actually be dense, but he had a self-esteem and an ego to keep up with. And seeing how reluctant he was to speak, she merely sighed and flexed her fingers around the base of his cock before looking him straight in the eyes. She may be shy and not think highly of herself, but she was a people pleaser before anything else, and if he was unsatisfied by her then she just had to try a bit harder. Without overstepping any barrier that would make him too uncomfortable of course. "Deuce." A shiver ran along his spine at the way his name left her lips. "I'll go back to it, but please do not overthink anything. If you're cuming faster than you would have liked it's okay, I do not expect you to have the stamina of a porn star on the so few times you could have had sex — without mentioning that most men in the industry drug themselves to be able to keep up for at least 30 minutes. So please…" Why the hell was she suddenly giving him a serious talk in-between sex? She didn't know, nor did he, but it just felt right and she had started to talk before she knew it, because it seemed, in a certain way, nice, when she said those words in her head.

"Trust me, I won't judge you."

He gulped down audibly, the bump of his Adam's apple bobbing at the same time. Should he trust her as she had said? It's true that she had not judged him in the short time they had been together, but could he really thrust his entire reputation and self-esteem in her hands? He certainly felt uncertain about it, but the way her eyes looked up at him hopefully, not knowing that she had actually defiled him and thought he just felt uneasy with her, he somehow… couldn't resist.

"Okay… Okay let's try again." She brightened up, her lips stretching in a warm smile as she nodded vigorously before looking back at his cock, still in her hands. She had the affirmation that she could start again! She felt more than happy about it, glad that he had not only decided to indulge her requests, but that she now also had the chance to please him.

Seeing that he was still sensible due to her previous touches, she only pumped his length a few times before she lowered her head once again. She made sure to go slowly, still delicate with her touch and attentive of how he would react, as she pressed the tip between her lips slowly enough as to not scare him. A spark ran along his spine, his knee jumping in reaction to it and almost hitting her in the head. She looked up to see what was happening but was only left with her mouth agape as she saw his head thrown backward, his fist pressed against his lips to conceal any noise that threatened to leave his mouth. He couldn't break now, she had barely even touched him! It was embarrassing for him to fall apart so easily when they had just begun, as if he had never been touched before. Which was the case, but he had hoped that he would have lasted longer than that, that he didn't have to strain his trachea to keep any hiss from leaving his lips. And fuck, he did say that he was willing to trust her, but maybe that he had overestimated his strength.

Although his efforts were for naught as when he felt her lips circling his length, the moist and damp walls of her mouth warming and cuddling him, he let out a small whimper, her action catching him off guard and breaking down those walls he half-heartedly tried to build. She hummed at the delicious sound he let, the bottom part of her underwear growing moist the more he started to thrust inside her mouth, gaining confidence with each and every move. Somehow, hearing him panting, groaning, being rough with her, it made her want for him to come faster. And she pumped him faster, working her tongue to hug the underparts of his cock where she could feel a vein throbbing, pushing him closer to the edge.

And it didn't take long for him to tip and fall head first into it, the warmth in his lower stomach aching and his voice reaching deeper notes as he felt himself coming close, only a few thrusts left for him to come undone. So he made sure to do so, the last few movements harsher than any before and making her wonder if he was trying to choke her down on his cock, which was probably the case although he'd have never admitted it. Right after, his pace stuttered and she felt the condom growing, now heavy in her mouth, which prompted her to finally take him out of her mouth.

She immediately moved to carefully remove the condom, trying not to let any of his cum drip out of, humming with a satisfied tone all the while. He was trembling, his head still thrown aback as he took in just how intense was his climax, and to say that he was on cloud nine would be an euphemism with how light he felt at the moment. She was good at it, and by "it" he meant her sucking his dick off, and he wondered for a while if he could… perhaps, go down on her. But he had already asked enough, he couldn't possibly demand that she would give herself to him. And while he was going through his own dilemma and mindlessly put himself back in his pants, she tied the condom, marveling at the amount inside it, before throwing it inside the trash bin between his bed and Ace's desk.

Squatting back up, she walked to him and made herself comfortable on the bed as she looked at him expectantly. "I— Is there anything you need?" He didn't know how to react to her eyes, why was she so suddenly coming head on on him with those bright eyes staring back at him? But at his words she deflated. The corner of her lips dropped before she put a smile back on, this time more shy and almost disappointed.

"No… No. I think it's okay." By her tone, it wasn't clear whether or not she was trying to convince him or herself. But the way her face looked less alive than before didn't go unnoticed by him. And he thought maybe, just maybe, if he was to ask to see her body, would it take her mind off whatever she was thinking about? It was a flawed way to think things through, he would have offended more than one person, and yet, despite being aware of this, he still took the risk of asking.

His calloused fingers went to put a strand of hair behind her ear, startling her as she jumped slightly before relaxing at the warm touch. She leaned in his hand and he hesitated for a while about what he was about to say. But… "Can I—" He whispered as he leaned forward, his lips hanging above hers as her eyelids fluttered close with a hum. "Touch you?" And her breath was taken away as she opened her eyes wide with surprise.

Did he just ask what she was hoping for? Did he… volunteer to do it on his own after she had lost hope for it?

She looked to the side with a blush, which almost sent him into panic before she eventually nodded shyly, giving him the signal that he needed. He wasn't expecting her to agree so easily to it, and he was glad to see that she was ready to go with whatever he wanted at the moment. And trying to see how far it could go, he asked yet another question. "C-Can you move further into the bed?" He asked quietly and she agreed with a small voice before doing so, much to his relief. His bed was close to the door, and if anyone were to barge in, if he couldn't hide the sounds they would make, he could at least do so for their naked body. So when she finally settled back on the bed, kneeled in the middle of the blanket as she made herself comfortable, he made quick work of closing the curtains of his canopy bed, the heavy material shielding them from the outside world. There was no coming back, he told himself as he swallowed heavily before turning back to her. She was still playing with the hem of her skirt, as always, when he approached her. "Do we need to undress…?" And undress they should indeed, but the idea was taunting her.

Undressing before Ace had been done in the heat of the moment, when her clouded mind couldn't hear the small voices at the back, dying for her to just put on some clothes again to cover her hideous body from him as quickly as possible. Now that she was fully conscious of the situation, not yet fully aroused, it was bugging her. But she still agreed with a small voice before taking the button at the very top of her waist coat and popping it open, doing so with each of them before the piece of clothing was discarded to the side and she moved onto the next one. Deuce's eyes were glued to her shaky hands, watching as she unraveled her naked body for him to see, which further turned him on. He… really wanted to see how she'd look all flustered, back arching and voice singing his name under his touch.

"Uh Deuce? You're not undressing?" She had stopped moving when she saw him staring, her shirt still around her wrists as she had yet to remove it. He felt himself blushing, ashamed that he had been caught red handed, and he only grew twice as red when he saw her naked chest, realizing that she did not wear a bra in the first place. She was going around school with nothing under her shirt? Just… What has she been thinking? He could barely wrap his mind around this fact, suddenly growing aware of how vulnerable she could have been if someone other than him had discovered, but also of the many times she had pressed herself against him out of fear during the mine incident —or was it because she was intimidated by Ace? Because she seemed to scurry over to him whenever she saw that the ginger's gaze was on her. That was until the monster came, and she was the first one to take actions, cooly calling for them to team up which they did without arguing seeing how level-headed she had been.

He gulped down before looking to the side, immediately working on removing his own uniform as fast as he could. "I-I'm sorry! I didn't mean to stare." The words were coming out faster than his mind could process, further embarrassing the two of them as the situation had yet to settle in them. To take his mind off the silent settling back in the room, he started taking his shirt off, the white fabric thrown to a corner before he switched to the belt loosely hanging around his waist. His pair of slacks joined the rest of his clothes as he now kneeled on the bed with only his underwear on him. It was embarrassing… She couldn't look him in the eyes, her gaze only managing to go no higher than his sculpted legs. But fighting off the feelings bubbling inside her, she moved to her skirt, removing it and leaving her in a pair of plain white panties she had somehow managed to get thanks to Crowley's "kindness."

Now they were both in their most vulnerable apparel, and the sight did not fail to bring them both further down inside their shyness. She was pretty, Deuce wondered in his mind as his eyes went back to her chest almost too shamelessly for his own taste, but he couldn't help himself. Seeing how insistent he was, she tried to call out his name, but he beat her to it, leaning forward with red tinted cheeks as he fought off the stuttering. "Can I?" He asked as his hands hung right above her cheek, not yet touching it as he waited for her approval. Her lips parted, a small whispered "yes" leaving her mouth, and right after he cradled her face, leaning towards her as he pressed a chaste kiss on her mouth.

She hummed, about to pass a hand behind his neck to pull him closer, but he broke the kiss before she could. The disappointment she felt could clearly be seen on her face, although she was unaware of it and seemed just as clueless, but he quickly dived back in, repeating a process of pressing short kisses before pulling away, which quickly frustrated her. So when he closed in again, she took the chance to put two hands on his shoulders to pull him closer, closing the distance half-way through and parting her lips to deepen the kiss. He was surprised, not managing to do much other than take in the way her fingers played with his hair, fingers scratching the back of his head, or her tongue finding its way to meet with his in a messy kiss. A-Ah— She took his first kiss so easily, switching his tentative experiments to something much more sensual, as drool started to drip on both their chin and her wet muscle finding its way inside his mouth. It was overwhelming, and to compensate for this feeling, he put his hands on her waist, moving so he could press his body against hers, her breast modeling against his chest and making him painfully aware of the perk buds squeezed against him.

Deuce once again broke the kiss to carefully wrap his arms around her back, his skin grazing hers right above the plain band of her underwear before pressing a kiss on her lips. But this time, instead of going back to her lips, he moved against her cheeks, slowly moving his kisses lower and lower. She closed her eyes, rolling her head backwards and taking in the ticklish sensation of his lips on her throat as he took the time to explore around her clavicle before diving even lower. Her hand unconsciously flew to the top of his head where she cradled him closer, her body shuddering at each of his slow and languid kisses, making her wonder if the arm she had moved and was propped behind her would be enough to keep them two upright with how much it was shaking. Not only was he weakening her body, but he was also leaning and putting more of his weight on her the more he explored her chest.

A surprised squeak left her when she felt his lips tugging the very tip of her nipples, the flash of pleasure shooting along her spine enough to startle her. It felt weird. She thought for a moment whether she could come undone just by it, but one thing she could testify for sure was that it felt incredibly good. Too good, actually, and she instinctively started playing with his short strands of hair mindlessly. He hummed when he felt the warmth of her hand, the throbbing sensation stealing yet another sound out from her.

Her eyes started to water, the heat taking over her face, making her thoughts foggy the more he played with her nipples, the tip of his tongue teasing her over and over. And a pitiful moan left her lips the moment he switched from one breast to another, the new one much more sensitive than the previous, and instead of freezing up like he would have certainly done a few moments before, knowing that he was doing right he sucked her skin much more vigorously, not even stopping when the obscene noise of slurping resonated inside the room. Teeth and moist were the only things she could register as she started to lose touch with her mind. The only things that brought her pleasure at this moment.

But he let go after a while, earning a pitiful and annoyed huff from her that he didn't register as he was panting, restless and impatient about what was about to come. His lips, flushed and plump, were still connected to her nipple by one thin bridge of spit that didn't take long to break in half. And right when it did, his gaze that had been fixated on her clavicle that rose with each short and shallow breath —as if she was doing this not to fill her lungs with oxygen, but to find support in a casual and familiar action— switched to her lower half, his attention now focused on the last pair of garments on her body that was hiding what he coveted the most. Gently, as if fearing that it would take her out the delight she seemed to be indulging, Deuce's hot breath slid along where her diaphragm is, slowly reaching lower and lower, hands barely trailing down the side if her thighs, until he finally reached the band of her panties.

A shallow kiss was pressed under her navel, bringing her mind back to the current situation, but just enough so that she could once again gently play with his hair as she watched him peel off the fabric that cladded her skin oh so dreadfully away from his lust. His fingers worked steadily, nails leisurely grazing her skin as he no longer cared about the aching pain between his legs, now fully focused on unveiling her most private part. Although the impatience he felt before quickly came back once he realized that removing the piece of clothing would be hard of he stayed between her legs, and he almost huffed as he got up, some of the old manners, from his previous delinquent year he had tried hard to forget, threatening to come back.

Clueless to what he was planning, her heart easily jumped into a sudden frenzy and panicked tempo when he pushed her body backwards, her back hitting the mattress before her mind even properly registered the fall. The small gasp that left her lips was not taken into account as he went back to what had caught his attention just a moment before, as in the panties that were still clinging to her hips and teasing him endlessly the more the time passed. So trying not to be too rough, although he did want to go harder on her, he carefully peeled the plain textile down to her knees, never once taking his eyes off the apex of her legs as he did so. She felt heat warming her face up with embarrassment, his eyes clearly focused on the one part that she felt the most insecure and impossibly driving her further down the shame eating her inside out. For Pete's sake! He was so slow with it! She knew that he tended to be clueless, right this moment she could only think about Ace who had not wasted a second to go down on her. Her thoughts quickly shifted back to Deuce who had, during a moment of inattention from her, decided that pulling both her legs up would help him, taking her ankles with one hand and pulling them up to his shoulders for them to rest on.

Focused on the piece of undergarment, he failed to notice the way she had subtly moved her fingers to hide her face away from him, but it also allowed him to work faster, making quick work of the fabric as he threw it somewhere with the rest of the clothes they had removed. When he eventually turned back to her, he thought nothing of her now closed legs, most likely unaware and oblivious about her current shame, and passed two hands on each side of her thighs, parting them apart easily, the tip of his fingers delighted by the simple touch of her supple soft skin that he was tempted to lavish with kisses. Her embarrassment only tenfolded at that, draining every last bit of confidence she had had as she tried to hide by burying her back further into the bed.

The first thing he did was pass a finger between her folds, spellbound as he spread her glistening juice along. And she twitched slightly as he grazed her clit. Then twitched yet again as he passed over it a second time, then a third time, fourth, doing so every time he would repeat his clueless action out of wonder, and up until she eventually let out a small noise that finally managed to take him out of this trance. Seeing her panting, he curiously repeated what he had done so for the past minutes, this time watching closely what provoked her odd reactions. And when his fingers spotted the place, the small bump against his finger, he tentatively played with it before stopping once she started to writhe under his administration. He definitely learnt it at school, during those anatomy classes he made the effort to attend because his friends told him it would be fun — they were the epitome of kids finding entertainment and getting restless by just hearing the word “sex” — and seeing her reacting that way only confirmed that he had indeed found what he had been taught was a clitoris.

So without much thought he bent down, placing his head further between her thighs, until he was face to face with the small bud of flesh. His breath ghosted over her clit, her legs tightening behind his head as her hand weakly grasped the sheets under her writhing body. At the, what he assumed was (and it was a correct assumption from his behalf), a positive response to his actions, he tentatively pressed his lips against the perked out bud sitting between his fingers, this time sucking on it. A loud gasp came out of her mouth before she immediately sucked on her lower lip, stopping herself from making too much noise out of fear of being heard. But he continued, passing his tongue over it in hopes of seeing just how much she could take in, even sneaking a finger inside her hole to further test her. And she was what one would say, “on cloud nine.” She could feel the heat taking over her lower stomach before it bloomed on her cheeks, slowly losing touch with the feeling in her legs as she felt tears welling up by the corner of her eyes, even the distant feeling of a tear falling by the side of her face was vaguely registered. And he continued to suck on it, his fingers moving faster inside her hole, probing with more confidence as the time passes until he was just fucking her. All until she felt a familiar feeling coming back, her walls clenching painfully as she felt the tell-tale signs of her upcoming release. And as he refused to get slower, it was only a matter of time before he felt her juice drenching his face, tainting his face in the best way he could have dreamt of.

He made sure to lick along her slit, gathering up whatever was left of her semence, before kneeling down, towering her trembling body in such a debauched scene. Her breath stuttering and his cock twitching along as he looked at her intensely, wondering what position he should tame for her to feel comfortable for the next step. He eventually settled on something simple, opting to lay on his forearms on each side of her face, one hand making a quick way down so he could adjust his shaft to press between her folds. She opened her eyes to see his face right above hers, his tongue wetting his skin before he looked into her eyes, asking for permission. At the look he sported, she shyly nodded. And “I'll go…” Was all he said before he started pressing the tip of his cock to her walls, the arm steadying his body upright trembling the further he went inside her. The warmth, the dampness, the clenched walls hugging him and coaxing him to go deeper was all too much for him, and he wondered for a moment if he should just pull out. But when he felt fingers cradling the back of his neck, he opened his clenched eyes previously closed out of instinct when he slid inside her, and he lost touch with the feeling burning his lower stomach inside out, suddenly more focused with the woman under him. Once again, he was taken aback by her beauty, focusing on as many details as he could while he rested inside her as he waited for her to get used to his length. The entry had been easy, with how wet she was as she had cum all over his fingers it would be surprising if she wasn’t properly prepped, but waiting for her still came as a necessity, or so screamed his instincts at him.

“Y-You… You can continue.” She whispered sheepishly, her lips pursed as she tried not to look at him directly in the eyes. The words she used were too familiar, they were almost an exact copy to those she had read in the many smuts she would find online when boredom would hit, creating this feeling that what she said was just so… cringe? And now she could only wait for Deuce to act, not daring to say anything anymore as she would surely further embarrass herself if she were to utter anything more.

It didn't take long for him to pull out, only the tip wet with both his and her cum left inside her, before he thrusted back in with one harsh motion that made her gasp before she immediately clamped a hand to her mouth. The pace set was almost unforgiving, his cock constantly hitting the spot next to her cervix as if to punish her for shielding away her voice. The more her mind got muddier, the looser her hold became until he saw the chance to take her fingers in his, intertwining them and using the grip as a way to stay stable above her while listening to her voice. Small puffs left her open mouth as her eyes were tight shut, and soon enough the sound of chocked whines escaped her clamped teeth, coming out through the sound of small hiss, replacing them.

His other hand, more playful than the other, moved between their bodies all the way to her perked clit where two fingers rubbed small circles. She felt hot, her lower region burning intensely as the heat took over her numb legs all the way to her face where tears started to well up. And when she stuck her tongue out, ventilating herself, he dived to her, pressing his lips to hers and stuck his own muscle inside, the kiss messy and drool sullying both of their faces.

The mix of her drowned cries, their vibrations traveling along his very being down to his twitching cock, and the pleasure messing with any rational thoughts made his mind almost shut off. And as his mind began to numb out, he grabbed the back of her legs, right under her ass, pounding into her more harshly. He could feel her walls closing around him, sucking him in more and more each time he pressed a finger with more strength than necessary on her clit. His body felt hot, a feverish warmth making him lose all kinds of worries he may have had before. Shit, he was close, awfully close, as he thrusted faster under her cries of pleasure that she tried to swallow in quite the useless attempt as she was way too fucked to even care about properly covering them up at this point. The tip of his cock hitting the same spot repeatedly, if not almost desperately and definitely without any regards of her feeling — she could see through her tears the way he gritted his teeth as he looked down to where the two were connected with a determined look, and she could only kiss his cheeks over and over, as if drunk, to evacuate some of the pain and the fever clouding her mind. Was he close? He surely was, and she encouraged him, her lips moving closer and closer to his with each of the thrusts tipping her closer to the edge as she imagined the two of them sharing yet another steamy kiss.

It didn't take long for her to come, her walls closing around him to the point that it almost restricted any of his movements, and the tightness didn't fail to make him follow her. The feeling of him milking her, his seed warmer than expected, made her lose up. They were both sensitive, the aftermath still fresh and teasing them both as their breath synchronized, and when he pulled out, his semence not wasting a second to drip out, he fell next to her with a hiss.

After a few minutes, just taking in each other's presence without any care in the world, she eventually spoke up. "Aah, I need to wash, I'm so sweaty." She complained with a pout that could be heard in her voice. But instead of receiving an awkward and stuttered answer like she was expecting, she felt him freezing up next to her. Curious as to what caused him such a reaction, she turned to the side, her body drawing a pronounced curve from her hips, brushing a wet strand out of his eyes as he tried to avoid her gaze. "Is there a problem?"

He suddenly stood up, his back now facing her as he tried to think of what to say. "N-No it's just that…" he looked back at her with a frown, eyes trying not to look below her face as she was still pretty much naked and sprawled on his bed. "First years have to use the… communal shower room." And by the way she lost all the colors on her face he knew that she understood the implications of such things.

She took a nearby pillow and pushed it on her face as she was preparing for the possible insults that were tempted to leave her lips, the fabric of the pillow the security she needed if she wanted to keep Deuce away from her dirty language. Why were communal bathrooms a thing here too?! Especially in a school that was supposedly "high-class" as this was the latest thing that could be called classy! How was she supposed to clean herself up and remove the smell of sex clinging to her body if a student could come at any time and see her naked… And seeing her distress, Deuce quickly thought about something to help her with the current bathroom problem. He may be oblivious but coming up with solutions to problems was easy for him, although the solutions weren't always the brightest or the best ones (most often than not they only brought him more problema). He cleared the back of his throat to catch her attention, which he immediately got as she removed the cushion from her face and slightly raised her back so she could lean on her forearms from behind.

He muttered something incoherent under his breath, and she wondered just how red he could become, because he kept breaking records ever since he had entered the room. She leaned forward, putting on a kind smile that was supposed to help him calm down as she gently asked him to repeat, but it only made him fumble even more. "W-We can ba-bath to—… together?" And her mouth literally fell open at that. Did he really suggest what she thought he did when he couldn't even look her straight in the eyes because of how shy he was? It was…

"A good idea actually." She stated matter-of-factly as she looked at the ceiling with a pensive look on her face. So far he had only managed to come up with weird and destructive ideas — yes she's thinking about the chandelier incident — and for him to suggest something that would actually work was a pleasant surprise. He could surely hide her if they were to bath together. So she looked down at his face with a shy smile on her lips. “Should we go now then?” And as he nodded, he set the plan in stones.

So they switched to their clothes quickly, the stickiness of their sweat making her squirm as she remembered that she’d have to use them again to go back to her dorm, and made their way to the communal bathroom in the most discreet way possible. Lucky them, out of all the stalls, only one was free and they rushed to it, hiding behind the door before anyone could spot them. They removed their clothes just as quick, moving as fast as they could under the shower head so they could get done with it as soon as possible, but for some reason, now that they were both under the shower head, water, fog and heat surrounding them, they had reverted back to their shy selves, as if he hadn't been balls deep inside her not even half an hour ago. She feared being confronted again to her unsightly body, not only that, but he also had a good view of it from where he was standing. Would he finally see her imperfections? How some of her fat crease in the wrong way? What if didn't like the dips along her hips– Yet coincidentally so, his worry was exactly what she was dreading. He could indeed see her in all her glory, and he was ashamed to say it was arousing him once again. He was trying hard to keep his boner at bay, they were here to take a bath after all, and he didn't know if he could keep it any longer.

Because when she had started to wash her hair, arching her back forward to get as much water as possible, she accidentally moved back and her ass bumped into his hard-on, making the two of them freeze. He looked down to see the tip peaking against both of their bodies, her lower back still pushed against his waist as she tried to assess the situation. He was getting hard again! Just how much energy did he have for him to get aroused after less than ten minutes?! But no matter how much she acted surprised, her teeth playing her bottom lips shyly, she, too, was starting to ache down there. So in the most out of character idea she could have ever followed, she put her hands on the stall's wall, arching her back as she bent forward in a leisure motion, for him to properly understand what was going on and not freak out, and for her to get the motivation she needed. "That's awkward… But I kinda want to go back at it. What about you?" Grinding her hips against his, she turned her head to the side, watching from the corner of her eyes how he would react. And she felt yet another wave of arousal weakening her legs at the way he had moved a hand to carefully cradle her hips, a fond look overcoming his flushed face, before reciprocating her actions. It took any words away from her as she let her head roll back in front of her.

The grinding! The way she felt every bit of him, scorching hot and so defined, rubbing against her clit, the pure euphoria coursing through her body, the shrouded thrill of being heard, or worst even, caught red-handed by one of the student who would have decided that today was the day to jump over the stalls to peek and possibly mock someone over their dick size. Did he also feel it? Was he just as lost down all the pleasure building up in their cramped stall? When he tentatively pressed his tip against her entrance, still open and wet from their previous round not much earlier, was he anticipating the upcoming gratification just like her, waiting with so much eagerness that she felt her body shuddering? Whether he felt it or not didn't matter as soon as he pushed his dick inside her.

She bit her bottom lips hard, her throat hurting as she kept all the sounds in, and he finally slid inside her with one swift movement. She shut her eyes closed, her head falling forward as he drilled inside her cunt with a concentrated look overtaking his features. This view was better than the one before, seeing his shaft disappearing before his very eyes as her ass bounced against his lower stomach, even the arch of her back was teasing him, and he would have never thought that looking at someone from behind could be so fucking hot. He pressed a hand along her spine, caressing the skin still wet from the water gushing out of the shower head, and he could swear it made her clench around him for a moment there, which encouraged him to shift the angle to reach deeper inside her. And against his better judgment, a stupid idea came to his mind when he felt her walls even tighter around him.

Despite how hard she was trying, a whine left her when she felt his hands moving to hers and wrapping her fingers with his in such a delicate motion… She knew it, even if her mind felt muddy with how he was assaulting every last bit of her sanity each time he dived deeper, that it was a romantic gesture, something that didn't fit them as she didn't have any feelings for him, and she knew that he didn't sport any for her either. But unbeknownst to her, a dark curtain covered his face as his very presence loomed over her most humble one. His imagination was running through every possible scenario, slowly moving from most childish innocent ones to darker and unfit for him at first glance. What if he knocked her up right now? It would just be an accident… He could try and convince her to keep it so they could have a family together… Who would've known that his very first week at the school of his dream, the gathering of every villain, the Night Raven College, would be this rich in terms of new emotions.

But he quickly shook the idea away when he felt her walls fluttering around him, a hiss being taken out of him, but one that was covered up by the sound of the water cooling down both of their bodies. With much more force, he drilled inside her, the tip of his cock ruthlessly finding its way back to that one spongy spot that he was bullying so shamelessly in hopes of making her contract her muscles around him. He had already grown fond of this feeling, and he knew how to force her body to reproduce the action over and over, his greedy needs forcing her to bend to his wishes. The haze in her mind just made her go along with him, choking when he would aim higher, crying when he would thrusts harder, drooling when his fingers would torment her clit. But all too soon for his liking, he felt the tell-tale signs of his climax coming, his thighs rigid as warmth spread to his balls which clenched painfully. So with one last thrust, burying himself as deep as he could, he finally came, painting her walls white for the second time.

She shuddered, cuming not long after and feeling impossibly weak, forcing Deuce to maintain her body up to avoid any possible accident as she had started to tilt sideways. His cock was still inside her which almost made him follow her suit down their fall, but thankfully he put a hand on the wall before anything could happen, trying hard not to think about the clenching around it. The two stayed under the shower head, water still warm as it fell on their skin, but all too soon someone slammed their hand against the door, making the two of them jump out of surprise. "Yo dude! Whoever's in there, move already! The water's been running for fucking ages man!" The voice was rough, thankfully not owned by anyone she had met yet, and Deuce made sure to shout back that he would be fast. He removed himself from her, the fluids on his limp member were quickly washed off by the warm water, and worked on cleaning her right after. It was clumsy, fitting a nervous person like him, trying to scout anything he could out of her but refusing to touch her too much in fear of reigniting the heat inside him. So out of compassion for him who was struggling, she pushed him back, whispering into his ear that she would take care of herself and that he should wash himself. He nodded quietly and got to work. In less than five minutes the two of them had washed, dressed up, and were now peaking through the door to exit the communal bathroom without being seen.

Thankfully, the stalls were all being used, covering the sound the two made as they tried to escape the situation they were in, and no-one was in sight which prompted Deuce to leave first to scout the surroundings and make sure that she could follow. He made her a hand sign, prompting her to come, and not before long, the two of them left the bathroom with a fast pace, almost running to his room which made passers-by wonder just what in the world they were doing. And thankfully they didn't cross paths with Riddle who would've definitely questioned them about their whereabouts.

What was unexpected though, was for Ace to be waiting for the two of them, sitting on his bed with a pissed look. She didn't know what he wanted to talk about before, but now she had some kind of idea. How would she not… when the used condom Deuce had supposedly thrown inside the trash bin that just happened to be on the floor next to the basket, open and its content dripping out. By the look on Ace's she knew one thing for sure;

She was in for a shit show.

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Good Pup ☆ One Shot

☆Mean!Sciences Proffesor!Divus Crewel x College Freshman!Fem!Reader:

After seeing you excel in his class, Professor Crewel interest had peeked. You were not from this world, and your academic knowledge was far too different from what was taught here, too different for it to be considered fair for you to study such material at the college level, a lost cause, he thought at first. And yet, he couldn't help but feel proud as you quickly rose to become one of the top students in his class. One day after potionology you had forgotten your textbook behind, and being the great teacher that Divus Crewel is, he ought to give back to you. After looking around for a bit, then spotting in a hallway talking with your friends, he happens to overhear about your secret thoughts on him…

Based on this ask and poll.

Warnings: Mature Content, Swearing/Explicit Language, Spanking(of ass, thigh, and pussy, by hand and pointer), Choking(on dick lol), degrading names, pet play ig?(just names like pup, dog and mutt but not anything else in that area). READER IS A COLLEGE FRESHMAN AS NCR IS ONE IN THIS FIC SO THEY ARE AT LEAST 18, CREWEL IS CANONICALLY 32 SO KEEP THAT IN MIND BEFORE ENGAGING.

Note: This is sort of a remake of ‘Personal Training’ but instead of Professor Vargas, it’s our dear sadistic Divus Crewel. Like a different Au, so the encounter between reader and professor Vargas didn’t happen here. Also why are all the proffesror mean you may ask, well the answer is quite simple… I like to bullied by authority figures/people in charge and those fics self indulgence 🤪✌️. Also for future request, if not precise what type of behaviour you want for the love interest, i will default to writing mean!dom!character or pervy!dom!character cuz that’s i like lol.

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Ever since starting classes at NCR Wonderland, you felt off about begin your academic journey as a college Freshman. Sure you were the right age for it, but wasn’t it a bit to much of an ask to start with college courses, especially with most of the mediums being different from your world? But at last you had no choice but sucking it up, working harder than any other student in your year to keep up. Though you did enjoy some of the classes, just because they had familiar concept. Magic analysis was like any other analysis class you had taken before the topic was just different, you also had music which was the same as back home, and of course there was Potionology…

That class was your beacon of hope each week. You genuinely enjoyed it, not only because it resembled chemistry, making the 'laboratory process' easier to grasp, but it was also the only class where you could actually use magic! The mixtures you created could do things you could only dream of in your world. Moreover, making such complex and potent elixirs made you feel useful. You felt competent with this world's materials because of it, even if Crowley didn't find a way for you to return home, you possibly could get around. Of course, there was another tiny reason why you loved the class so much, actually it was a pretty significant one. Even in your own thoughts, you couldn't deny that you were practically drooling at your professor each time you entered his classroom.

But how could you resist? That man was incredibly hot, smoking even. And his voice, god! It was undeniably sexy. Plus, the way he addressed you was so appealing: Generally, he would call you a 'pup', 'good girl' or 'good dog' when you did something right or answered a question correctly. He'd say 'bad dog' or 'bad girl' if you made a mistake.

He would also refer to himself as your trainer, at some point asking of you and Grim to address him as "O Great Crewel" or "Master/Master Crewel" instead of "Professor Crewel", as a form of discipline.

And fuck was that hot, honestly that was the primary reason you worked so diligently in his class. Hearing his praise and being able to call him "Master" only served to fuel your fantasies.

You wondered how he could discipline you in a more 'physical' way. Would he use his pointer or his hands on your thighs and ass when spanking you? Would he continue to use the usual nicknames, or would he resort to degrading names like 'slut', 'whore', ‘needy bitch in heady’ or perhaps 'greedy pup'? The curiosity from it was driving you mad, to the point where you even considered pulling your panties to the side and touch yourself at the sound of his voice, as taught class unbeknownst to it all.

Naturally, you wouldn't actually do it. After all, even if your noises didn't give you away, the smell certainly would. (You were certain the beastman in your class would detect something like that.) However, there was a certain allure in to the scenario.

Perhaps a classmate would inform your professor, leading to a public reprimand. You picture your professor criticizing your behavior while you stand in an embarrassing position for all to see. Your skirt would lifted and he would be abusing your behind, probably edge you during the spend of the whole lesson. Then right before the bell rang, he would touch your sweet spot one last time, and right around his fingers you would squir-

Oh, right, the bell. Class had just ended. You snapped back to reality and turn to your friends. From their expressions, it's clear they've been trying to get your attention for a while.

Hastily gathering your things, stuff them into your backpack, and follow your friends out of the classroom. Unbeknownst to you, the potionology textbook you need for tonight's homework is left behind on your desk.

You soon reach the hallway where you and your friends usually sat at a break. It's lunchtime, and as per your routine, you start your daily rant about your professor to Ace, Deuce, Jack, Epel, and Sebek. Grim is also there, but as always, he is so focused on his food that he isn't paying attention.

Meanwhile, Divus was getting ready to head to the teachers' lounge to enjoy his lunch when he noticed the Potionology textbook on your desk.

Even if he didn't know where you sat during class time, he could tell that it belonged to you by the fact that it had small pawprint stickers surrounding your name on the book’s bridge. The memory of you telling him that customizing the book that way was the best resurfaced. After all you were a "good pup, so why not add the paw prints to match the statement.”, you had told him when he inquired about the decorations.

That comment made him chuckle, which brought a bright grin to your face. While it's true that he would refer to his students by such names, at no point in his career did a student use the term to address themselves. To be honest, he finds it cute that you adore the name that most of your peers detested. You simply smile and giggle anytime he uses it to compliment you, and you pout like a real puppy when he corrects you. ‘Truly adorable.’

He actually liked you. Regardless of how your entourage behaved, you were an excellent student who did not cause any problems. You paid attention in class and worked really hard to achieve the highest grades not only in his class but in others, but it appeared to him that you were more interested in the course that he taught compared to the rest. In non-magical courses, you received an average of 70-80, and your sciences marks were in the 90s, slightly higher grades.

Divus also liked how, despite the restricted male uniform, you had altered the uniform to be more fashionable with the consent of the headmaster. Instead of the dull pants that came with it, you wore a skirt that was little longer than mid-thigh but did not reach the knee. It was elegantly embroidered with a swirly thorn pattern, and you wore stockings to match it. A work of art in the man's eyes, which made you even more favourable to him; he adored when someone had a true sense of fashion.

Despite your puppy-like demeanour when he spoke to you, there was a gleam in your eyes, a lustful one at that. You looked at him as if you wanted him to bend you over your desk that very instant, practically eye fucking him throughout the lecture. You may not realize that he noticed, but as a desirable man, he was highly aware of such things. He observed as you unconsciously rub your thighs together, while he chewed you up for a small error; he 'was expecting better from such a bright girl like yourself, this was extremely disappointing'.

Even though he kept it to himself, attempting to maintain professionalism, him still being your teacher and all. Maybe you weren't as horny as he believed, just slightly flustered by the charming way he addressed you, especially coming from a handsome man like himself. However, no matter how sweet you were, you couldn't fulfill his desires. He craved someone he could dominate and control, someone who to basically bully into submission. You were far too innocent and gentle for that. He assumed that if you did have any sexual thoughts about him, your fantasies would be quite vanilla in nature.

‘And oh, boy, was he wrong!’ That was his thoughts when he overheard the conversation between you and your friends, having finally reach the hallway you usually frequented, your potionology textbook book in hand.

A bit earlier,

You and your friends had started eating and you were babbling;

“Okay, lisent, like hear me out-“ you begin,

“I am not hearing, YOU out. You’ve already said enough.” Sebek quickly retorts.

“Valid point, but, but think about it. Hot mean teacher disciplines you with a spanking while degrading you.” You suggest,

“NO!” Sebek tells you horrified.

"Come on, Sebek, don't be so ip tight. I may not be into that kinda of stuff, but Y/N has a point. I don't get the appeal, but Professor Crewel does fit her type.” Ace tells the distress crocodile.

“But he's a teacher, OUR teacher. I don't understand how people can have crushes on their teachers, but openly lusting for them should be prohibited! Also, not discussed like any other normal subject!” Sebek tells the card soldier.

“I agree with Sebek, you should keep such intimate thoughts to yourself.” Jack adds on,

“Ya say that but chur tail be waggin' like an exited puppy. It’s obvious ya like hearin' bout the naughty stuff from missy over there!” Epel comments.

“That’s not-“ Jack begins, but cuts himself off, like Epel said his tail was wagging crazy so he couldn’t deny anything. So “whatever!” was all he said, followed by a huff and a frustrated growl.

"Look, I'm not saying people should go out of their way to fuck their teachers; it's just that the man who potentially would fulfills all of my desires and fantasies happens to be my teacher. And, honestly, he must be aware that his nicknames and actions would turn some students.” You say to the group,

“What? How’s that?” Deuce questions.

“Come on, it's not like you can't go to NCR if you're into things like pet play or bdsm. He must have known that each year would have some students who fit that description. Don't tell me you thought he was completely clueless towards that?” You explain,

“Well when you put it like that, I guess Professor Crewel probably knows about it.” Deuce sorta agrees.

“He’s probably just ignoring it, pushing it to the back of his mind and pretending that it’s not real.” Ace comments,

“Yeah, that’s what I was thinking too. But at the end of day, the fact that he’s aware doesn’t change much, I still won’t get him to bend me over his desk” you say with a dramatic sigh, making both Epel and Ace laugh.

“Honestly even if there was some stellar chance that he could be into me, he’s probably in a relationship already. If he isn't married, he is most likely casually dating someone.” You add on.

“Yeah, too bad for ya!” Epel says with a snicker.

Unknown to you and your friend group, the same professor you were discussing was right around the corner, listening in on you thirsting over him.

And truthfully this was a shock to him. Sure he might have found you attractive, but also he had convinced himself that you couldn’t fulfill his desires. Now turns out both of your fantasies aligned, and he was going to make good use of that knowledge.

Now heading towards your group the clacking sounds of Divus’s heels made all of you turn around. Some of their expression where terror, some confusion but Ace and Epel looked like they were holding in a laugh.

Clearing his voice, “Miss.L/n, just the person I was looking for. You had forgotten your potionology textbook in my class, so I went looking for youu in to hand it back, you wouldn’t want to miss tonight’s homework, now would you?” He told, as passed you the book.

“Oh, um, thanks professor Crewel!” You exclaimed a bit distraught, ‘did he hear what I’ve been saying or what?’

“Try again. You know that’s not the appropriate way to address me, now is it.” He states making you rethink your words,

“Right, sorry, Master Crewel...” You spoke out.

“That’s much better. Now come along pup.” He said as he turn around and started walking,

“What- why?” you ask confused. And he turns his head to gaze at you.

“Well isn’t it obvious, you and I got much to discuss. Do not question me anymore today, or any day for that matter. Stand up and follow me right now, otherwise you will suffer greater repercussions than I originally planned to make you endure.”

“Oh, okay.” You squeak out and grab your belongs, now trailing right behind your dear professor Crewel, ‘oh, right, O Great Crewel.’

You returned to your classroom, Divus locked the doors behind you. He had been sitting at his laptop for the past 10 minutes. You were sitting on a chair, on the opposite side of your desk.

"I have magi-mailed your other professors, they have cleared your itinerary for the afternoon. Lucky for us, today was the one I had spares in the afternoon as well." He informs you.

"But if this talk was going to take a while, I could have just come back after class," you say.

"No, I must have a chat with you right this instant.” Divus replies.

You only nod, turning to gaze out of the window to ease your nerves. Of course he noticed, so he turned his lamp desk on, it was bright, then magically closed all the blinds. He moved from his seat to your side of the desk, resting on it as he looked down at you.

“Now, let’s start this talk. Do you know why I brought you here?” He inquires.

“I’m sorry sir I don’t know.” Honestly you weren’t sure maybe he overheard you or maybe this was about something else.

“Not don’t play coy pup.” He told you sternly,

“Perhaps my grades sir…” you croak out, barely above a whisper.

“I guess you decide to persevere in your bad dog act, stand up.” He tells you, sounding exasperated.

“Wh-What?”

“Don’t make me repeat myself mutt!”

Without a word you did as you were, the suddenly felt a had push on your back, not protesting anymore you just expect your fate as you were now folded upon the wooden desk.

“Looks like your not completely hopeless, but that one time show of obedience won’t exempt you from your punishment.” He said, you felt a somewhat thin metallic object glide up your right leg, you guessed it was his pointer. “Spread” was all you heard before the words were followed by a swift whip of the pointer.

You were dazed by the feeling, not completely registering the given order. This seem to irritate Divus, as another strike came down, but this time you react right on impact, now having your legs nicely spread out. ‘Your head was slightly dizzy, was this going the way you thought it was?’

But before you could linger on that thought, you felt Divus's hands remove your panties from your hips, letting them drop to your ankles. Your ass and cunt were now exposed to him. You heard a little shuffling, then his soft breath was in your ear. "Listen, since I'm not going to say it twice. I overheard you being a little slut, talking to your friends about how much you want me to hurt you. So that's exactly what I'm going to do, I'm going to discipline you to never forget how to address me, to never talk so lewdly in front of another man, and to make you incapable of living a functional life without me in it. Now, if you understand, say, ‘Yes, sir.’”

“Yes!..sir—!”

"Good. Now I'm going to spank you, and you must count after each hit and thank me for it, you may only address me as Sir or Master, if anything other than what I've instructed comes out of your mouth or you mess up the count, we'll start over and add 10 more strikes for you to go over. Also, you aren’t to touch me unless instructed otherwise.”

By the time he reached strike 29, your bottom was a of deeper color than your regular skin tone, covered in marks and bruises. Your thighs were quivering from the constant impact of his hand on your sensitive areas. "Twenty-eight... Thank you, sir..." You panted heavily, biting down on your lower lip to suppress any further sounds of discomfort.

Crewel stopped suddenly, taking a moment to admire his work. He ran his fingers gently over your bruised ass cheeks, leaving trails of coolness where they brushed against your heated skin. "That’s wrong," he spoke out, a spank from his hand came down your ass this time. "You already said 28, this means we have to start over. But this time, we’re going up to 40."

You whimpered softly, your eyes widening in terror as you realized what this meant for your already sore ass. "N-No! Please, I apologize, sir! I'll count better!" Your pleas fell on deaf ears as Crewel resumed his merciless assault on your sensitive flesh. Each strike landed harder than before, leaving deep marks that would surely become bruises soon.

"One... Two... Three... Four..." Eventually, you reached number 40. The last blow sent waves of agony coursing through your entire body, and you let out a strangled cry. Tears trickled down your cheeks, streaming down your face as you struggled to catch your breath. "Thank you, sir..." You managed to choke out between heavy breaths.

After giving you a moment to recover, Crewel noticed the wetness between your legs and smirked cruelly. "You enjoyed that didn't you, filthy slut?" he growled, his voice lower than usual, almost seductive.

Grabbing hold of your waist and lifting you slightly before slapping your sensitive folds forcefully. The sudden contact caused a sharp gasp to escape your lips, followed by a moan of mixed pain and pleasure.

"What did you just say, mutt?" he demanded, his voice dripping with malice. "No, don't answer," he continued before continuing his barrage on your sensitive areas, alternating between your lips and clit, ensuring that you wouldn't forget this lesson anytime soon.

After several minutes of relentless punishment, he finally stop the smacking of your privates. Following it by cupping your dripping folds in his hand, rubbing them roughly, spreading your juices over your sensitive flesh.

Than bringing his fingers in view for you to see, sticky liquids all over them."You see how much you enjoy this, don't you?" he growled, his voice low and menacing.

Your body had shook after every blow, your moans had turned into sobs as you struggled to maintain composure. Through tears and gasps for air, you managed to choke out between breaths, "Y-Yes, sir... I love it!" your tone was desperate, pleading for more even though your body ached in pain. You couldn't deny the intense pleasure mixed with the agony.

“That’s it," he praised, his voice dripping with false approval. Reaching between your spread legs once more, he inserted one finger into your tight entrance, stretching you further than you could with your own. Despite the pain, a soft moan escaped your lips involuntarily.

"Now, beg me to cum, you needy bitch in heat," he commanded gruffly, his tone harsh yet somehow erotic. Your mind was a mess of conflicting emotions; part of you begged for release, while another part of you wanted to defy him and deny him what he sought.

You forced yourself to focus on the burning sensation of his finger probing deeper into your sensitive core, trying hard not to move or squirm too Your your body ached everywhere from the brutal punishment you had endured thus far. "P-Please... sir... I need you to..." your voice trailed off as he thrust another finger inside you, stretching your even further.

"More, please!" you managed to croak out between gasps for air. Your hips involuntarily bucked against him, seeking more contact, more stimulation. Despite the pain, the combination of humiliation and arousal was becoming too much for you to handle.

Crewel chuckled darkly, enjoying the sight of you squirming and begging for more. Slowly, he began to move his fingers in and out of your tight entrance, teasing your sensitive spots with precise strokes. "Good," he praised again, his voice laced with malice. "Now, beg me for your orgasm properly."

Ultimately, survival instinct kicked in, and you forced out a broken plea, "Please, sir... I need to cum... Please..." your voice cracked on the last word, betraying both your desperation and submission.

His pace picked up slightly, thrusting faster and harder into your tight passageway. Your moans turned into high-pitched cries of pleasure as you neared the edge of ecstasy. Just when you thought you couldn't take any more, he stopped abruptly, leaving you hanging on the brink of orgasm.

"Not yet, don’t tell me you thought you would get what you want that easily, did you?" he growled, his voice cold and commanding. "You haven't earned it yet." With a final taunt, he pulled out both fingers, leaving your dripping. "Clean yourself up, mutt," he ordered harshly, before turning away from your exposed body.

You were a mess, your body trembling in pre-orgasmic bliss and frustration. Tears streamed down your cheeks as you begged him through sobs, "P-Please, sir... I'll do anything... Just let me cum!"

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Divus turned back to you, grabbing you by your hair and making you drop to your knees in front of him. Reaching down, he unfastened his pants and slid them down, revealing his massive cock, hard and throbbing with desire through his boxer. It flapped against his stomach as pulled his garment down, it was veined and pulsing with need. "Much better," he said coldly. "Now, show me how much you want it."

Swallowing thickly, you raised your head and tentatively wrapped your lips around the tip of his member, taking as much of it into your mouth as you could without gagging. Your tongue flicked out, tracing the head of his cock, seeking more sensation. You began to suck greedily, your throat stretching around his thickness.

Divus groaned, his hands grasping your hair tightly as he began to thrust his hips forward, forcing more of his cock into your willing mouth. Your gagging and choking sounds only fueled his desire further. "That's a good mutt," he praised between heavy breaths. "You take my cock so well, you filthy dog."

You struggled to breathe as he continued his brutal assault on your throat, your eyes watering from the burn in your nose and throat. Despite the pain, you relish the feeling of being completely owned by him, your body becoming nothing more than a vessel for his pleasure. You moaned around his cock, hardly able to form coherent words between the constant thrusts.

As he continued to pound into your throat, your body shook with each powerful thrust. your hands reached up, grasping at his thighs for support as you struggled to keep him in your mouth. The combination of pain and pleasure was overwhelming, causing your mind to spiral into a hazy fog of desire.

Eventually, Divus slowed down, pulling out just enough for you to catch a brief moment of air before plunging back in deeper than before. "Are you ready for your reward, whore?" he growled, his voice low and menacing yet laced with promise.

Without waiting for a response, he unloaded his seed into your waiting mouth, filling it to the brim with hot, sticky semen. You gagged violently, struggling to swallow every drop, your eyes watering from the intensity of the sensation.

He held your head in place until his orgasm subsided, then pulled out, leaving your filled with his essence.

Your vision spun as you coughed and gagged, your body still trembling from the intense asphyxiation. Slowly, you felt your body being raised, finding yourself laying on Divus's desk, your legs folded and spread wide open, exposing your wet and swollen folds to his hungry mouth. Before you good connect 1 and 2 together, he was already between your legs, his tongue darting out to trace along your dripping entrance.

"Oh sevens..." you whimpered, arching your hips upwards, begging for more contact. Pulling away slightly, he teased your sensitive flesh with light touches before finally plunging his tongue deep inside your core, sucking and lapping at your juices voraciously. His fingers found your clit, pinching and rubbing it harshly, eliciting another moan of pleasure mixed with pain.

Your body trembled on the verge of orgasm once more, as he continued to torture your sensitive spots. Your nails scratched at the desk to avoid grabbing his head, you were sure you would get reprimanded for it, the wood was left with white lines shaky lines on it. "P-Please, sir... I need you to—!" you managed to choke out between gasps for air before you was cut off by a powerful moan.

Divus pulled away from your dripping folds, his face covered in your juices. "Mhm is that so," he growled, his voice dark and menacing. "Sadly for you, I don’t feel like letting you climax quite yet, you greedy pup." He teased.

Your body shook with frustration and need, your entire being aching for release. "P-Please... sir..." you begged pathetically, your voice barely more than a whimper. Hips bucking upwards, seeking more contact, more stimulation.

For what felt like a millennium, he continued to tease your sensitive spots, pushing you closer to the edge of ecstasy only to pull away just when you thought you could bear no more. Sweat trickled down your back, staining the cool surface of his desk beneath you.

Finally, feeling that it was enough, Divus thrust two fingers back inside your dripping entrance, simultaneously rubbing your swollen clit with his thumb. “Now cum.”

The combination of sensations was too much for you to handle, and you cried out in pure bliss as wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure washed over your. Your pussy contracted tightly around his fingers, cumming so hard to be able to see stars.

Smiling down at you, he gave your cunt a small peck. Crewel smirked cruelly yet something sweet behind his eyes. "Seems like you’re beginning to learn your place well, pup," he said before moving closer again, his lips brushing against yours roughly. His tongue forced its way into her mouth, claiming ownership over your mouth once more, as well as your mind. He tongues wrestled violently, your saliva mixing together in a sickening dance, tasting each other on the other’s tongue.

After breaking the kiss, he stood up straight, looking down at you battered form with satisfaction. "Now, go home and get yourself cleaned up. We're finished for today." With that command, he help her up and walk her out of the school building, trying to avoid anything prying eyes. At her professor was kind enough to accompany her out, but she was on her when it came to walking home.

“See you on Saturday in my classroom, Miss. Y/n” was all he said as he turned and left for school once more. Leaving you alone to recover from the brutal punishment she had endured.

You only replied by a weak “See you sir”, but only when arrive at your door front did it click ‘Wait we don’t have class on the weekends, does that mean—‘

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[erenspussy420]

Morning and Evening 💦

Eyo, MDNI 18+ ONLY

This fic is for anyone really, think of your fictional crush or whatever or hell don’t even put in a name, this was just brainrotting from start to finish. Think of it as a Modern Au I guess as it  is....vaguely. But this is smut, does that REALLY Matter?

FEM INSERT x Male Crush

Warning: THIS HAS ALOT OF MENTION OF CUM, CUM AND I HAVE NO SHAME. Just a horny ass reader, don’t shame me

His hips rocked into you steady with strong thrusts, the bed creaks under you but neither of you care, both too caught up in the pleasures of your fuck session to care about your bed breaking. Your legs spread for him, bra pulled off tossed somewhere along with your skirt and your panties shoved to the side for his cock to plunge into you without mercy. You're panting, moaning for him as your nails claw his back.

"Cum, I want it!... Mmgh, give it to me," you ramble at him, squealing as pulls up up by your thighs, fucking your harder." Please, I want it so much!"

"I'm going to fill you up, until you're leaking it," he kissed you neck, he left so many marks on it," your mine. Mine. Mine and all my cum is yours."

Even if he fills you with all his cum again, it wasn't ever enough for you. The second you feel in you, gushing hot warmth that leaked down your thighs, you keep your hold on his shoulders tightly. You want it in you, but the wanting of feeling the hot cum spurt on your chest made you want more. You want to be covered in it.

But alas, your lover had to leave for work, kissing you goodbye, he tried to clean you up from your rough session but you bat his hands away when he tried. He'll make it up for you, he promised himself. He can hear you in your shared room as he leaves, thinking you were going to shower off his mess.

However, you didn't, not even by a long shot. You wiggle your hips at the mirror, watching as the cum from him leak out of your pussy, you feel your pussy throb and the ache comes back again.

You dip your fingers in and went back to work.

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When he came back home,  he wasn't expecting to see you with your arched back, tits nice and budded being pinched without mercy, with your fingers of your free hand delving into your wet folds over and over again, you're practically fucking your hand. His keys fell out of his hand in shock, eyes watching your fingers dip in and out, in and out with the wet sopping of your wet pussy.

"Ahh ah ah mmmm," your moaning sounded so fucking dirty, you keep snapping your hips trying to fuck your hand harder. He can hear the blood rush in his ears as he takes in the cum, he feels the lump in his throat hard to swallow at the idea of his cum from the morning, dried on your thighs and chest.

His dick felt like it was gonna suffocate.

"Ah you're home goood," you slur, you pull your soaked fingers from your pussy and rub the warm fluids over your abused clit.," come here, please please I want your tongue in me."

"Yes mam," his words tumbled out, and he tried to rip off any clothes he had on. His eyes never left the sinful image of your fingers delving back into your pussy. You flip yourself over, and raise your ass shaking it at him like a bitch in heat. Your hands reached for your lips and spread it for him like a meal.

"Eat me."

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 His tongue played with your clit as his fingers plunged into your pussy over and over again. Your walls are sucking his fingers and clenching him wanting more and more, his knees are beginning to hurt from kneeling on the bed, but he isn't going to give this up for anything. The house can be on fire for all he cares, he just wants to fill you with all the cum you want. He sucks on the bead groaning as he feels your hand grab his hair tightly. You hump his face," Fuck, your tongue..mmm..in me…me now."

The loud noise of a pop and he sucks your clit off one more time before taking his soaked fingers out and replacing it with his tongue. You squeal and with both hands push him in further, trying to his his tongue deeper in you. You feel it lap up your juices eating you so well.

Your words of praise are sloshing together, too lost in the pleasure to say anything coherent for him, but he doesn't mind. With your hands both occupied with his head, his dick is leaking the whole time. He's taking care of it, his boxers shoved down with his wet fingers, coating it with your own fluids and beginning to jack himself as he eats you. Squeezing his cock when your thighs squeeze him. Going faster as you hump him. He feels you sitting up and with your hand letting his head go, he looks up briefly to see you play with your clit. The fucked out look in your face makes his cock shoot out hot cum, coating his hand with it.

You look devastated at the sight of his cum, wasted now in his hands. Before he can say 'sorry' to you, your hand still grabbing his hair pulls his head back.

"Put it in me." 

And back his fingers, sticky with cum, into her pussy. You sigh, before rocking your hips into his fingers again. "Now back to work," you tell him. 

What a beautiful day.

[demon-lover-669]

Y/n:*walking into Ace and Deuce’s dorm* Stop doing gay shit!

Ace: I’m giving Deuce free glue!

Deuce: I didn’t ask for glue… I asked if you knew the answer to question 5!

Ace: I give free glue to everyone 😉

[twst-trash]

part 1 - I was requested more adeuce, so I’m here to deliver!

Content: bratty!Ace, praise kink, double penetration.

Everyone is 18+ per my bio ; Afab!reader, smut.

“Do you think… they were coming on to us?”

It’s Deuce who brings it up to Ace first, in the middle of the night while their other roommates slept. Ace turns in his bed and pulls the covers up to his chin. His boner had just subsided, but hearing Deuce’s question resurfaced the memories he was trying so desperately to repress. He curses his virgin cock for being so sensitive and perking back up at the mere mention of you.

“I don’t know.” Ace grumbles back. He thinks he’s good at reading people- his brother taught him that magicians need to be; it was the most powerful tool in a magician’s arsenal- but you were an enigma to him. You guys were friends, right? So maybe Ace should feel good that you trusted him enough to walk around practically naked in front of them. Maybe it was a breach of your trust in them that he and Deuce were ogling you all night, with your hardened nipples and smackable ass and puffy pussy on display… Still, Ace couldn’t pull his eyes away. He couldn’t pretend like he didn’t imagine the way it felt to be balls deep inside of your cunt whenever you bent over in front of him.

Then there’s Deuce, who wouldn’t be able to tell if someone was hitting on him if they fell out of the sky like cauldron and put him in a coma. He’d have girls approach him in his delinquent days, the type of girls who found his motorcycle and mean streak charming, but their intentions were much easier to understand. Even then, his fellow gang members would need to pry his eyes open and point out when a girl was interested in him.

He saw it in you, that same coquettish desire, just a little bit. He saw it in the way your touches lingered, the way your eyelashes fluttered, the way your heartbeat raced as you cuddled them last night. He couldn’t be sure, though, and he didn’t want to lose your friendship all because he couldn’t keep his dirty mind at bay.

The next day at lunch is normal. You laugh with them, steal food off of Deuce’s plate, scold Grim for picking fights with Ace- it was almost as if your advances really were just in their heads.

So when you invite them over again that night, Ace and Deuce have no reason to say no.

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Deuce stood, mouth agape. Ace sputtered and choked.

The two boys, rambunctious and rowdy as ever, were not expecting you to greet them as naked as the day you were born when they enthusiastically swung open the Ramshackle Dorm’s front door.

For a while it’s a staring match. Neither boy confident enough to make the first move, opting instead to stare slack-jawed at your boobs. You decide that you’ve finally had enough, moving their hands so that each boy cupped one of your breasts. You’re sure they can feel your erratic heartbeat, the one giveaway you couldn’t mask under your seductress facade, that exposed you to be just as nervous as them.

“Well,” you start, timidly biting your lip in a way that stirs something animalistic in the two boys. “Do you get it now?”

They do.

Before you’re even aware of what’s happening, Ace’s mouth is on yours, a tongue shyly working it’s way between your lips. Deuce opts for suckling on the junction of your neck and shoulder. The door is left open wide open, forgotten by the two boys who were now set on ravishing your body.

It isn’t long before their clothes are strewn onto the floor, belts and shoes and socks and underwear littered along the path from the doorway to your bedroom. Two sets of hands roam your body, inexperienced and definitely out of sync, but you can’t help but grow wet at your friends finally touching you in the way that you had fantasized about for months.

You get on your knees and marvel at the two cocks standing straight at attention for you. You take a second to admire their differences- Deuce’s was thicker and Ace’s was longer, a delightful tuft of dark blue hair along the former’s base and a clean shaven latter- before stroking one in each hand. Deuce’s breath comes out more like a stutter, one of his hands covering his mouth in surprise. Ace is more impatient, opting to buck his cock into your hand with a soft grumble.

“So,” you begin teasingly, “who caught on first?”

Ace flickers his eyes toward Deuce, but says nothing. You stare into his cyan eyes and let a small smile grace your lips.

“Good boy, Deuce.” You say, giving kissing the tip of his cock. Your tongue pokes out of your mouth to lick a stripe up the underside of his member while continuing to stroke Ace. “Aren’t you just a good, smart boy, hm?”

The praise goes straight to his cock, throbbing against your tongue. You giggle as Deuce nods, an intense blush spread across his face like a wildfire.

You feel something poke the other side of your face. You look up at Ace to see his unmistakable pout. A brat through and through.

“Stop complaining,” you say, rolling your eyes at the boy. Still, that doesn’t stop you from wrapping your lips around the head of his cock for just a moment, a preview of what was to come that made his knees buckle. “I have to reward Deuce first.”

You return your attention to Deuce and begin to take him into your mouth. Inch by inch, you bob your head slowly down his length until you’ve reached his base. Deuce tentatively reaches down to grasp your hair, shyly moving your mouth along his cock between shaky breaths.

“‘snot fair…” Ace mutters, practically fucking your fist. In protest, you release your grip around him and smile around Deuce’s cock when Ace lets out a small whine.

“You better start being good or maybe Deuce will be the only one inside me tonight.”

Deuce tauntingly chuckles towards Ace at the thought before quickly shutting up once you place your mouth back on his cock. You increase your speed and suck harder until you hear his breath hitch. He thrusts up into your mouth and cums hard, spilling his seed down your throat.

“I-I’m so, so sorry!” Deuce stutters, embarrassed but aroused when you swallow and lick your lips. “I should’ve warned you-“

“No need to be sorry, baby. You did so good.” You give him a chaste kiss as you rise from your spot on the ground. You move over to sit on your bed and spread your legs wide as an invitation.

Deuce’s cock is still soft after his orgasm, but growing harder again as he watches you move your fingers into your dripping pussy.

Ace uses this to his advantage and moves to line his cock up with your entrance, but you gently push him away with your foot. Your eyebrow raises, and you cock your head to one side.

“Wanna apologize for being a brat first?” You tease as Ace huffs indignantly.

“I’m sorry.” He says gruffly. He moves to enter you again, but you stop him.

You shake your head, closing your legs to both boys’ dismay. “Try again. Mean it.”

“Wait, shit-” Ace whines, his cock throbbing and aching for any relief it could get. “I-I’m sorry. Please let me fuck you, I need it so bad.”

Satisfied, you open your legs again and finally, finally Ace is able to plunge himself inside of you, gasping at how tight and wet and warm you felt inside.

You can’t help from moaning at how enthusiastically Ace thrusts into you, his hands gripping your thighs tightly as he fucks you hard. The sight of Ace fucking you out of your wits paired with the lewd sounds of your wet pussy around his cock have Deuce rock hard once again. You lock eyes with him and nod toward your bedside drawer.

Deuce’s blush might as well have been permanently tattooed onto his face by the time he opens the drawer and examines its contents. A vibrator, a bottle of lube, and a small tapered buttplug sit neatly at the bottom of it.

“S-stretch me out, Deuce?” You’re able to manage, Ace unrelenting in his thrusts. “Wanna feel you both in me-“

You adjust your position with Ace so that he’s on his back. You lay against him, chests flush against each other so that your ass is on display.

“Are you sure, _____?“

You nod your head affirmatively and feel his fingers experimentally prod your ass. The cold lube against your hole makes your body tense, but you force yourself to relax as you feel a finger enter inside.

Ace, in a shocking display of good sportsmanship, stills his hips as Deuce prepares you. Slick fingers work themselves in and out of your ass, stretching you out deliciously.

“T-that’s good Deuce,” you say once you’re ready. “I can’t wait any longer.”

Deuce sloppily applies the lube to his cock and slowly enters you. You can help the loud, drawn out moan that escapes your throat when he’s fully sheathed inside, the feeling of being so full overwhelming your senses.

The boys find a surprisingly harmonious rhythm, thrusting into you in tandem. You’ve never felt so full- the nights you’ve had with your buttplug and vibrator in each hole held no candle to Ace and Deuce thrusting into you, stretching you out, enjoying your body together.

You cum first- how could you not? Your walls convulsing around the two boys send them over the edge just after you- first Ace, then Deuce. You can feel their cum seep out of both your entrances as they pull out, rolling over onto your tiny mattress.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted that,” you admit softly, feeling each boy cling sweatily onto your body from either side. “Maybe next time the both of you can stop your bickering for a moment and touch each other, too?”

Ace blushes, feigning a disgusted look before burying his face into the side of your neck. Deuce is already peppering your collarbone and shoulders with kisses and small love bites, trying to ignore what you had said but unable to hide his own flushed face.

Well, the three of us will have a lot of time to figure it out, you think to yourself with a chuckle as the three of you drift to sleep in a mess of limbs and kisses.

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Of course, after not arriving back to the dorm before curfew, Riddle has their heads. Collared and magicless, Ace and Deuce can at least both agree that it was worth it.

dividers by firefly-graphics

Idiots to lovers, all of them.

[ravenagrimm]

Ace Trappola and Deuce Spade- Movie Night

Notes: All characters depicted are college students and are over the legal age of 18.

Warnings: 18+, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, NSFW, language, threesome, MMF, handjob, blowjob, fingering, nipple play, cunnilingus, double penetration, cream pie, overstimulation, praising

Context: It’s a Friday evening after class at Night Raven College. You arranged to have a movie night, at Ramshackle Dorm, with your two best friends from Heartslabyul, Ace Trappola and Deuce Spade.

Word Count: 6,830

See you soon! You typed in the group text between Ace, Deuce, and yourself. You put your phone down and opened your closet. “Now… What to wear?,” you mused out loud as you rifled through various options. You had told the boys it was a pajama party, but the reality was that you never wore anything other than undergarments to bed. You had never even bought nightwear since arriving at Night Raven College. Groaning, you pulled out a pair of shorts that you usually wore to study. That’s when you saw them. A pair of pale blue silk booty shorts sitting at the bottom of your drawer. “Oh, I forgot about these!” It had been one of the first pairs of shorts you had purchased from Sam to lounge around the dorm on a Saturday. Replacing the other pair, you slipped them on over your bare bottom.

Next was the shirt. You cast the towel aside from showering and found a small cropped tank top with spaghetti straps. Pulling it on and glancing in the mirror you figured the white was a perfect fit. The material was extremely thin from over washing and you could see your nipples through the fabric. Your breasts were large, so they pushed the fabric out and away from your body, leaving plenty of underboob showing. The tank top hardly covered your body. You couldn’t have asked for a more perfect outfit for tonight. You couldn’t help but smirk before combing out your long [H/C] hair. With one last glance in the mirror you headed downstairs to the Ramshackle Lounge. The night was fairly cool and there was just the slightest draft. You shivered and decided to start the fireplace. You grabbed blankets and extra pillows and threw them on the floor in front of the large tv that Cater had generously given you as a gift from one of his Magicam sponsors. He had claimed he didn’t know what to do with it since he already had one, but knowing him he had worked his butt off with the sponsor to be able to get it for you. You smiled softly looking at it.

A sharp knock on the front door pulled you back to reality. You rushed over and opened to see your two best friends each carrying large bags in both hands. The night was cold, causing your nipples to very clearly peak through your top. “Hey [Y/N]! We brought soooo much stuff. We’ll be good for the whole night!” Ace said excitedly. Deuce stared at you, a slow blush rising to his cheeks. “Aren’t… Aren’t you cold?” Was all he could manage. Ace snorted. “I don’t know, Deucey. I think it’s pretty hot.” Deuce shot him a glare. You chuckled, taking one of the bags from him. “That’s what the fireplace, blankets, and you’re for, silly,” you replied. Deuce’s already light pink face flushed red.

“Come on boys. Snacks and movies await!” You chided them, heading back inside, the two close at your heels. Leaving their shoes and coats at the door, you saw the “pajamas” the two had chosen. Ace had opted for a pair of black and purple Night Raven basketball shorts and a plain red tank, while Deuce had chosen a pair of red Heartslabyul sweatpants and an oversized yellow Savannaclaw top. “You have a Savannaclaw shirt?” You asked him. Deuce looked down at his top. “Ah, yeah. Jack gave it to me after track practice a few weeks ago after I had left my shirt at home. He said I could just keep it if I wanted. I thought it was kinda cool to have a shirt from another dorm, so I kept it. I actually ended up trading him for a Heartslabyul one. Though… It’s kinda big on me.” You chuckled. “A little?” Ace commented. “Oh, like it would be any smaller on you?” Deuce retorted. “Not in the slightest,” Ace laughed. “Oh, by the way, where’s Grim?” “Oh, he won’t be back tonight. Leona had some fish feast going on, so Ruggie invited him for the extravaganza.” Deuce shook his head. “Those two…” It was your turn to laugh. “Tell me about it!” The three of you laughed together.

“Okay! So what did you two bring?” You exclaimed, kneeling down by the bags the boys had brought. “Oh, yeah!” Ace started. “Okay, so we brought this really big blanket from the dorm and this SUPER huge pillow!” The red-head pulled each out in turn and laid them out on the lounge floor. The blanket was a black and red heart and the rose shapped pillow seemed rather ordinary in size. “Ummmm, Ace… I thought you said—“ “Just watch [Y/N].” Ace pulled out a little bottle that said Drink Me and poured it on the pillow. The pillow blew up to the size of a bed in an instant. “No way!” You leaped on the pillow, falling into its cush. “Told you she’d like it,” Ace muttered. “Oh right, as if I didn’t think she would,” Deuce replied, rolling his eyes.

You crawled back to the bags and opened the next one. You pulled out multiple cans. “Soda?” You questioned. “Yup! We brought a bunch of different flavors,” the spade answered. “I also got a whole assortment of snacks for us from Sam’s. I tried to get some of my favorites, but also some you should definitely try that are classic junk foods from around Twisted Wonderland.” Your eyes glittered with excitement. You hopped up and danced to the tv. “As for me, I talked with Cay-Cay and he let me log onto his cloud account where he stores all his movies. He suggested a bunch to me, but I think we should watch your favorites, since none of these movies are familiar to me.” “Me first!” Ace called out, grabbing the remote. “Over my dead body!” Deuce yelled back at him and attacked him. While the two wrestled on the floor you searched through the snack bags. “Did you two at least bring popcorn so that I can watch this show?” The two were far too busy fighting to respond. You glanced at them and shook your head before setting everything out in an orderly fashion.

“Got it!” Deuce yelled. “You suck!” Ace yelled back. “You’re just mad because I’m better at wrestling than you!” “I’ll show you who’s better at wrestling!” Ace went to leap at Deuce again, but you stepped between the two. You pushed back on his chest. “Sit. Down.” You gazed into his crimson eyes. He smirked. “You gonna make me?” “Don’t tempt me,” you countered. He took a step toward you. You shoved him down into the oversized pillow, but he grabbed your wrist and pulled you down on top of him. He laughed. “That’s what you get!” You rolled off his body and groaned, staring up at the ceiling. He chuckled and rolled on his side to gaze down at you. “You’re cute when you're mad,” he snickered. He reached out a hand and brushed the hair from your face. The teasing light in his eyes softened. “Ace…” you whispered. Before anything else could happen, Deuce plopped down on your other side. “Stop fooling around you two! It’s movie time!” The spade pressed play and you popped up from your vulnerable position. You grabbed a slew of snacks and opened a random soda flavor. And so the movie night began.

By the end of Ace’s favorite movie the junk food fest had started to die down. Into the third movie you wanted to get cozy with your two favorite men. The night was getting colder and your nipples were permanently erect with the constant draft into the lounge. You yearned to be close to them. “Pause for a second!” You requested. You got up to fetch the giant heart blanket from the middle of the room. You leaned over and gave the two a view of your very well defined ass, the shape of your core showing through the silky fabric. Deuce blushed rose red and Ace pulled one of the Ramshackle blankets over his lap. You grabbed the blanket and rejoined the two men. You couldn’t help but grin a little at Deuce’s red face. “You alright?” You asked innocently. “Fine,” he blurted out a little too quickly. “Fine. I’m fine,” he repeated in a more controlled manner. Ace shook his head. “Good,” you replied before snuggling up to him and placing a hand on his leg. You could feel him tremble under you. You turned and placed your feet into Ace’s lap, beneath the blanket. He smirked at you, but didn’t say anything. You adjusted yourself and let your feet graze along his lap. He closed his eyes. “[Y/N]…” he whispered. You smirked at him, doing it again, feeling him hardening beneath your touch. “Hmmmm? What is it?” He just shook his head and pressed play again.

Deuce was frozen in place, unsure what to do. He was ever the gentleman, but there was no denying that he secretly wanted this and there was no way he’d ever be able to bring himself to push you away. You let your hand run along his leg absentmindedly. You could see him getting hard through his sweatpants, which he kept trying to cover up with the large blanket, but there was little use hiding it from you, who was already very clearly aware of how you were making him feel. You kept shifting your feet ever so slightly on Ace. At some point he grabbed your feet and moved them for you along the tent in his pants. It felt strangely good. He was far gone from concentrating on the movie. Every once and a while you glanced over to see him lean his head back and close his eyes. He scooted closer to you and leaned his head against your shoulder. You could hear his ragged breath. Heat poured into your core.

You shifted your hand to the inside of Deuce’s thigh. You heard his breath catch in his throat. “[Y/N],” he whispered in your ear. You could hear how labored and tortured your name was on his tongue. You sat up a bit and turned your head to him. Your faces were just inches apart. Your gaze darted between his teal eyes and his parted lips. His eyes were desperate. You could feel the heat off his body. Your desire to touch him only grew greater. You neared him ever so slightly and slid your hand to his completely hardened cock. Deuce instinctively bucked his hips into your hand and closed the gap between your lips.

He kissed you rather feverishly as you palmed him through his sweatpants. Ace raised his head from your shoulder. You pulled away and turned your head to him. You nearly hit him, being so close, your noses brushed. He gazed at you lustfully for the briefest moment before kissing you. He grabbed your free hand and brought it to his painfully hard cock. You stroked him through his shorts and kissed him harder.

Pulling away from his lips, you shifted so that you could sit more comfortably between the two. You added some pressure to them both earning a small whimper from Deuce. He placed a hand over yours to guide you. You gazed down at their tented pants. You could feel yourself growing very quickly wet, just from the sight. You nosed Deuce’s neck and kissed along it. He shifted his head and reconnected his lips with yours. Ace was eager. He moved himself in front of you, putting a knee between your legs. He pressed it to your heat. He guided your hand back to his body to keep stroking him through his clothing. He then took the opportunity to move the straps of your tank top off your shoulders and began kissing along your collar bone. His hands reached for your breasts and began to knead them, rolling your sensitive nipples between his fingers. Occasionally he caressed the bare skin of your underboob. You moaned into Deuce’s mouth who then kissed you harder.

You wanted to feel more. You needed to feel more. Moving your hand, you slipped inside his sweatpants. You very quickly realized he wasn’t wearing anything underneath. You took his cock in your hand and ran your thumb over his leaking tip. He broke away from your lips with deeply knitted brows and moaned, “[Y/N].” “You’re not wearing anything,” you whispered to him, continuing to stroke him. Ace chuckled. “Naughty, naughty, Juice.” Deuce bushed crimson. “I-I never wear anything under my sweats,” he stuttered, trying to defend himself. You gave him a bit of a squeeze. He grabbed your leg. “Please don’t stop,” he begged. You kissed him briefly. “I hadn’t planned on it,” you replied with a smirk. “But I’m going to need you to take off your shirt.” Without even a moment’s hesitation both men pulled back and tore off their shirts. You kissed the spade’s neck. “Now, keep stroking yourself for me for just a moment.” He nodded.

You then turned your attention to the ace of hearts who leaned over and kissed you. You wrapped your arms around his neck and entangled your hands into his hair. His hands, in turn, explored your body, touching everything he could reach. His kiss was needy and rough, but he was skilled. He opened your mouth and let his tongue dance with yours. You let your hands drop down his body and trace his toned muscles until you reach his shorts. You tugged down on them and pulled away from his lips. He wore card themed boxers. Desire coursing through his veins, Ace grabbed the bottom of your tank and pulled it up and off over your head. He quickly brought his lips aggressively back to yours and pushed you down into the pillow. Your legs instinctively latched around his hips, his hard cock pressing against your heat. “I want you, [Y/N],” he panted in your ear. You tugged on his hair a little so that you could look into his crimson eyes. “And you’ll have me,” you chuckled. “Just a little patience, my card soldier.” You kissed him again, relishing the feeling of his bare skin against your own.

“[Y/N],” the other card soldier moaned. You pulled back and smirked at Ace. You moved a leg between hips and hooked around one of his ankles. Using your hands, you pushed on the opposite shoulder pulled on his arm, rolling the red-head to his back. You pulled yourself on his groin and rolled your hips into him. He grabbed your waist and groaned. “Oh, that was really hot,” he grunted. You smirked and continued your grinding motion. You held out your hands for the spade. “Come here, Deuce.” He obliged and scooted closer. “Come up on your knees.” He did as he was told. You started kissing along his bare chest, trailing kisses all the way down. You took time to kiss, lick, and suck on his erect nipples. He was trembling. “You can touch me,” you whispered against his soft skin. He hesitantly put a hand in your hair. “Sorry… This is all still a little new for me.”

You pulled back and looked up at him. You put a hand on his chin and pulled him close. “You don’t ever need to be sorry for something like that. I may have more experience, but your body is still new to me too. We are both learning. I want you to know you can touch me however you want. If I want you to stop because I’m uncomfortable, I’ll tell you, okay?” You could see the concern in his teal eyes soften. He nodded and kissed you. You palmed him again through his sweats. Ace shook his head. “You two are so lovely dovey romantic.” You ground your hips into him, hard. He groaned. “Just because you don’t need a safe word, Ace, doesn’t mean the rest of us don’t,” you commented, turning to him. He smirked and sat up. He brought his lips to one of your nipples and bit down lightly before sucking on it. You moaned loudly, squeezing Deuce ever so slightly. He moaned in turn. Ace chuckled. “Now there’s the moan I’ve been waiting to hear from you.” He brought his lips back to your nipples while his hands traced your back and gripped your ass. You growled playful at him, before turning your attention back to the blue-haired man next to you.

“Stand up,” you whispered to him. He nodded, his body still quivering. “You’re shaking,” you mentioned. Deuce blushed a bit. “It’s not because I’m nervous. It’s because I’m SO hard and I NEED you to touch me,” he said a bit embarrassed. You grinned up at him and bit your lip. You neared his tented pants and placed a kiss on his hard cock. You looked up at him. His face was flushed and his mouth hung open. You kissed his body again and then reached up to grab the hem of his sweats so that you could slowly pull them off his body. His cock sprung free. Deuce kicked the pants to the other side of the room. He had two large veins that ran down the entire length. He was a bit longer than average and had a fairly standard girth on him. The tip was a blushing pink and was leaking like a faucet.

You took his cock in your hands and then brought your lips to the tip. You gave him a kitten lick. He gasped loudly and his body shook. Something you loved about being intimate with him was his sensitivity. Every little touch was pure ecstasy. You licked him again, drawing another whine from him. You stroked him and took him into your mouth. Deuce ran his fingers through your hair, his hand trembling. You hollowed out your cheeks and started pumping with both your mouth and hands. His shaking became worse. “[Y/N]… I can’t stand anymore. My legs are going to give out,” he moaned. You pulled back. “Sit, Deuce. I can still pleasure you.”

The spade quickly sat down on the massive rose pillow and leaned back against the one couch. He spread his legs, his leaking cock laying against his toned stomach. You pulled Ace off your body and gave him a sultry look before swinging your legs off him. On all fours, you crawled over to Deuce. He was already panting, his lean muscular chest heaving in and out. You gave him a peck on the cheek before lowering your mouth back onto his cock. As soon as your lips were around his length, he let out a nearly pornographic moan. You felt your thighs clench involuntarily and the wetness in your core spread. You used your free hand to massage his balls, earning gasping whine.

Ace sat up and watched your wagging ass as you sucked on Deuce’s cock. He grinned as he saw the wetness of your tiny shorts. He traced your heat with his fingers. You moaned against Deuce’s cock. The vibrations caused him to buck his hips. He grabbed your hair and the heart blanket, throwing his head back into another loud moan. Ace chuckled and continued to trace your heat, occasionally placing a kiss on the plush of your ass. Now it was your turn to tremble. The ace of hearts then grabbed your shorts and pulled them down. “Oh, looks like our little prefect was being naughty too,” he teased, noticing you also weren't wearing any undergarments. Placing another kiss on your bare skin, he took a finger and sucked on it before inserting into your core. You clenched your thighs, your walls closing around his finger. You moaned against Deuce’s cock again. He whined and tugged on your hair. Ace chuckled. “That’s my little red rose,” he praised.

Ace slid a second finger into your heat. You whimpered a little. He pumped his fingers in and out of your spongy walls. The feeling was sensational. You clenched your walls around him in approval. “You like that, [Y/N]?” You clenched again in response. He chuckled. “Maybe I should give you more then.” Ace inserted a third finger into your hole and hit your sweet spot. He brought his free hand around your legs so that he could rub circles on your clit. You clamped down hard onto his hand and moaned desperately against Deuce’s cock. Deuce jerked his head back and moaned loudly in turn.

Your attention was slipping from pleasuring the blue-haired man as Ace pumped his fingers in and out of you. Waves of pleasure surged through you with every circle he made on your clit. You tried to refocus on the spade in front of you. You swirled your tongue around his cock, blew outward, grazed your teeth along his length, and even hummed, playing every trick in the book. He held your [H/C] hair tightly in his grasp, guiding you along his cock, his moans coming out with every stroke. You could tell he was getting close. You felt Ace pull his fingers out of you and then shift to lay between your legs. He caressed your upper thighs and gripped them in his hands. You suddenly jerked and pulled yourself off of Deuce with a gasp as a warm tongue slid over your slit all the way to your clit.

Ace chuckled, nibbling your clit. You reached down and grabbed his hair. “Ace~” you whimpered. He kept sucking. You closed your eyes and grasped for breath, your arms starting to shake. You sat up, sitting on his face. Deuce whined from the sudden lack of stimulation until he saw the look on your face. Mouth open, eyes closed, brow knitted together. He shifted to his knees and grabbed your face to kiss you. I tried to kiss him back, but was constantly interrupted by your own whimpers. Deuce raised his hands to your breasts and fondled them, lightly brushing over the nipples. You winced, breaking away from his lips and pressing Ace’s head between your legs. He hummed happily. You gripped at his red hair. You felt his tongue enter you. You tugged on his hair.

Deuce moved his lips along your jawline and down to your neck. You gripped his shoulder to stabilize yourself. He kept moving down your body until his lips met your nipples. You ran a hand through his navy blue hair. He was so gentle. His light soft touches were almost unbearable. He, plus Ace working his tongue on your core, were sending you straight to the edge. And quick. The heat was rising within you faster and faster. The coil in your core was tightening and threatening to snap at any moment. “I-I’m going to cum,” you whimpered. Deuce sucked on your nipples and Ace sucked hard on your clit. The knot snapped and a surge of fire wracked through you. You gasped and moaned loudly, every muscle in your body shaking as you released. Cum poured out of your body into Ace’s open mouth, who lapped up every bit of it. When you finally calmed down from your high, Deuce kissed you feverishly. He grabbed you around the waist and pulled you off of Ace’s face and laid you down next to him, pulling himself on top of you. His hard cock lay on your stomach. 

You lay there kissing him desperately. When he finally pulled away all you could do was pant. Ace weaseled his way by your side and reached out a hand to turn your face to his. “You taste like Trey’s lemon tarts,” he smirked. You flushed a deep crimson. “Might even say it’s my favorite dessert now,” he teased. Deuce grinned with that troublemaker smile of his. “I think I need to taste that for yourself,” he crooned, leaning in to kiss you again before sliding down your body, leaving a trail of kisses all the way down. Ace took the opportunity to kiss you, pushing his greedy tongue into your open mouth. He grabbed your hand and brought it to his aching cock. “Take them off,” you whispered to him in between kisses. Ace wasted no time removing the last of his clothing and quickly tossing it aside. You took his leaking cock into your hand and started to pump up and down. Ace’s cock was average in length and girth. It was an angry shade of red, which got darker toward the mushroom tip. He kissed you harder, grunting into your mouth. “Fuck, [Y/N]…”

Deuce had finally kissed his way down to your core and kissed your still sensitive clit. You yelped against Ace and bucked your hips involuntarily. He snickered, clearly having gotten into his confidence streak. He lowered his head and lapped up the remaining juices that came out of your body. He raised his head with a big grin and pulled himself back on top of you, positioning his cock at your entrance. “You’re right, Ace. She really does taste like Trey’s lemon tarts. Even better, I’d say.” “Told you,” Ace muttered in between kisses.

Deuce leaned down to bring his lips to your neck. He nibbled and sucked at the skin. You gripped Ace harder causing him to groan. Every few strokes you ran your thumb over his tip. You could feel how desperate he was for your touch, the way his body shivered. Deuce moved his hips to prod your entrance. You gripped his bicep and he pushed himself into you. You pulled away from Ace and moaned, gripping Deuce tighter. You moaned his name. He pushed himself in slowly until he bottomed out, feverishly kissing your neck all the while. Ace pulled your lips back to his and bucked his hips to get more friction from your hand that had slowed. 

As Deuce began to pump himself in and out of you, you instinctively moved your hips to meet his. Every time he hit your sweet spot you gasped and moaned loudly, your back arching away from the cushion on which you all lay. Deuce was panting hard, little groans escaping him every time he pumped his cock in and out of you. You tried to bring yourself to focus on pleasuring Ace.

The harder you focused, the faster the focus slipped. With every thrust Deuce grinded against your clit, waves of pleasure washing over you. Your body shuddered with pleasure. You moaned loudly. You let go of Ace and kissed Deuce. The ace of hearts complained. When you pulled back from the kiss you whispered, “Deuce, slow down. You’re going to make me cum again.” He chuckled and kept pumping himself in and out of you. He kissed your temple. “Good, that’s what I want.” He sped up his pace. Your legs were shaking with the building muscle tension. “Ace~,” you moaned. Ace bolted up and leaned over you. He smiled with that wicked grin of his. “Oh, that’s a good girl~,” he cooed, egging you on. He took his cock in his hands and stroked himself while he just sat there and watched you, your face contorting with ultimate pleasure.

You could barely handle it anymore. Every muscle in your body was shaking and screaming for release. Ace brought his lips to your ear. “Be a good girl and cum for me,” he whispered. You gasped and threw your head back into the pillow, then screaming with release. You grabbed Ace’s hair with one hand, pulling hard, and raked your sharp nails across Deuce’s back with your other. He groaned, loving the bit of pain. The spade didn’t cease his pace as you clenched your walls tightly around his cock. There was no feeling better in the world than being able to feel yourself cumming around a cock shoved deep inside you.

When you finally calmed down, the spade slowed down for a moment. “Think I can make you cum again, [Y/N]?” He asked, his confidence peaking. You chuckled between panting. Ace moaned, still stroking his cock. You turned my head to look at him. “I want you inside me,” you begged him. Deuce made a face of objection. “But I haven’t cummed yet!” He argued. “And you’ve been hogging her all night!” Ace retorted. “I want you both inside me.” The two card soldiers fell silent immediately. They glanced at each other and then at you. “At the same time?” Deuce squeaked, nervous again. You pulled him in by his chin and kissed him. You brought your hips to meet his again and again and again, keeping his slow pace. You pulled away and nodded. “Yes,” you breathed against his lips. You glanced over at Ace who was nearly drooling. He attacked you with an open-mouthed kiss, driving his tongue back into your mouth. You kissed him back and entangled a hand into his mop of red hair. When you pulled back you glanced at them both. 

“Ace, I want you to lay down on the pillow.” He grinned and immediately laid down next to you, his swollen, leaking cock sticking straight up in the air. Even though you had just cummed, you were already desirous again and wanted him. Badly. “Deuce, I need you to pull out of me for a minute.” He pouted. “Trust me,” you coaxed him. He nodded and then slowly pulled out of you, quite reluctant. As soon as he was out, you felt empty and missed his cock immediately. You looked down at your body to see his cum covered cock leaking precum all over your core. You nearly pulled him back into yourself.

You shifted and stood up. The two men watched you curiously. You straddled Ace and lowered yourself onto his aching cock. He gasped as you filled yourself with him. You clenched your walls around him, so needy for him. He gripped your hips and started to bounce you lightly on him. You immediately started moaning again. You leaned over him, placing a hand on his chest and moved your hips at a steady pace for a minute just so you could feel him dip in and out of yourself. He grunted with every thrust. After a minute you calmed down and slowed your pace. You looked back at Deuce. “Come here, my spade~,” you cooed. He flushed red, but scooted over to you, his cock still rock hard. You leaned over Ace completely, his cock buried deep inside you. Your ass stuck out for the blue-haired man. “Put it in me,” you told him. His eyes grew wide. “Please,” you whined. “But, [Y/N]—,” he started. You cut him off. “I need you in me. I need you to fill me up. I need you to pleasure me.” You were begging at this point. He glanced down at your cocked stuffed leaking core and your other hole which was nearly pulsing just for him.

Little did either of the men know that you had been preparing for this for a while now. You had been playing and practicing on yourself. You’d even gotten some help and practice with Leona. You were ready for this.

“Come on, Juice. Put it in her,” Ace chided. “Please, Deucey,” you begged again. You wagged your ass for him. Ace moaned with the unusual movements. You bounced yourself ever so slightly up and down on his cock again causing wet sounds to echo through the lounge. “Oh, you feel so fucking good,” he groaned, his fingers digging into the plush of your ass. Deuce finally relented, his cock so stiff it hurt. Lining himself up behind you, the card soldier touched his tip to your other entrance. You gasped slightly at the feeling. You were SO sensitive. He started to push himself in you, groaning at the tightness. You gripped the blanket and pillow, gasping as his cock slid deeper and deeper into you. You could hear the wet sounds from the lube you had prepped yourself with earlier that evening. Your walls instinctively clenched around him as he bottomed out. You could feel him twitch inside you. You had never felt so full in your life. You savored the moment of being stuffed with that much cock.

Ace held tight to your hips and moved himself in and out of your core while Deuce then began to pump in and out of your ass. You started uncontrollably moaning with a new level of pleasure you had never experienced. You were practically drooling, unable to keep your mouth closed. Your mind could barely comprehend the amount of pleasure and number of sensations that wracked through your body. Every second was pure ecstasy. The two men were moaning as well. And loudly, at that. Ace was bucking his hips wildly, pumping himself in and out of you as fast as he could manage. Deuce, being in your other end, made you tighter for Ace and really heightened the friction. Deuce was in absolute heaven, shoving his cock in as far as he could with every stroke. You could feel yourself clenching around them both, bringing groans of pleasure from their gaping mouths.

For the third time tonight, you felt yourself quickly being brought to the edge of ultimate pleasure. You concentrated hard to try and stave it off as long as possible, but you knew you couldn’t hold on for more than another minute or two. You knew the two card soldiers were close as well. Ace was relentless in his pounding in and out of you. He had moved his one hand to your clit and was rubbing perfect circles. You were nearly screaming at his point. You could barely hold yourself up on all fours, your body shook so hard. Deuce also sped up his pace. You felt almost as if they had both somehow swollen inside of you. You felt even fuller than before.

You no longer felt like you could contain yourself. The burning fire rose to the surface and exploded to a degree you didn’t even know was possible. Every muscle in your body released at once and celestial level pleasure tore through every fiber of your being as you screamed out. Your walls clenched tighter than ever around the two men and then pulsed as you cummed around both their cocks. Your body was violently shaking from the level of pleasure and muscle tension you had encountered. Deuce cummed almost instantly after you. He sped up very quickly and leaned over you, rutting his hips into your ass. He grabbed your big breasts for support, that hung over Ace’s body, as he yelled out in pleasure. Thick white cum flooded into your body. He slowed down, but did not pull out. Ace also sped up, but his thrusts became sloppy and uneven. Within another thirty seconds he moaned loudly and cummed. Hot ropes of cum poured into your core. He slowed too and kept his cock in you as well.

As your body calmed down you shifted a bit, trying not to collapse. Deuce yelled with sensitivity. You leaned over and kissed Ace, who was panting on the pillow below you. He kissed you back surprisingly gently. “That was the fucking hottest thing I have ever done in my life,” he whispered. “That was the absolute best thing I’ve ever felt in my life,” you murmured back. He leaned in and kissed you again, a bit rougher.

You pulled away and glanced back at Deuce. “You want to pull out, Deucey?” You asked him. He nodded, unable to speak just yet. Deuce carefully slid out of you. The sensation brought another moan out of your mouth. “Oh, still needy are we?” Ace teased. You shot him a look. You could feel the cum dripping out of you. The spade was completely entranced by the sight. He brought his thumb to your hole and massaged it gently. You moaned again. “I never thought that watching my cum drip out of your body would be so hot, [Y/N],” he muttered, still perplexed. You let him continue to massage you. You just wanted him all over again, even though your muscles were exhausted. You didn’t think you could handle cumming again tonight.

You looked down at Ace. “Your turn,” you said. He grinned wickedly. “But what if I want to keep you all plugged up with my cum?” You smirked. Leaning down, you kissed him again. He raised a hand to sensitive nipples and rolled them between his fingertips. You moaned into his open mouth. “Come here,” he directed. The ace of hearts gripped you by the hips and rolled you over into the cush of the oversized rose pillow. You savored the soft material on your bare skin. You let yourself relax, grateful to no longer have to bear your own weight. Deuce kneeled down at your legs. Very slowly Ace pulled his cock out of your body, causing his cum to leak out of you. You lay there, legs apart, completely bare, and covered in cum, before your two best friends. Ace glanced down at your white stained body and core. He very carefully touched your still engorged clit. You yelped with sensitivity. He grinned and touched it ever so lightly again. You bit your lip and whimpered. “Fuck, [Y/N]. How are you this fucking hot?” Ace questioned. He leaned over and kissed you a bit aggressively before deciding to suck on your nipples. You moaned and grabbed his messy red hair. Deuce, curious and mesmerized by your exposed, cum-covered body decided to touch you in Ace’s place over and over and over, bringing forth moan after moan. He was completely spellbound by your unrelenting need to be pleasured.

The spade then dipped his head and began to lick and suck on your clit. You instinctively bucked your hips into his mouth only causing more pleasure. With your free hand you gripped his midnight blue hair tightly and moaned loudly once again. Ace had his face buried against your chest, switching back and forth between each side, sucking hard on your hypersensitive nipples. Deuce glanced up at you, your mouth hanging open, your brow knitted together again. “Just one more time, [Y/N].” I nodded, unable to deny him and the pleasure he was giving you. You moaned again as he put his mouth back to your extremely sensitive clit. Taking three of his fingers, Deuce pushed them deep inside of you, after spitting on them. He motioned come hither with them and you nearly screamed with pleasure as he hit your sweet spot over and over. Your legs started shaking again as the heat in your core began to build. You knew you wouldn’t last long at all this round.

Ace kept placing kisses all over your neck and chest, but mostly concentrated on your erect nipples that yearned for his lips. Ace continued to pump and curve his fingers in and out of you while he ate at your clit. The muscle tension started to build and the fire within you threatened to overflow once more. Within three minutes of Deuce starting, you could no longer contain yourself. You felt yourself release, screaming out again with all consuming pleasure. Your entire body shook with fire as you cummed around the spade’s fingers. He quickly pulled them out of you and began to lap up your juices. “Ace, get down here,” Deuce ordered. The ace of hearts quickly released your overstimulated nipples and worked his way down between your legs while Deuce sucked on his cummed covered fingers like a lollipop. Ace took his turn lapping up your core and hypersensitive clit. He gave one last slurp against it and then a soft lick. You whimpered with the overstimulation.

When he was finished the two flopped down one either side of you. Deuce pulled the large heart blanket over us. You could barely move, you were so exhausted. You turned your head to the spade. “That was… better than I could have ever imagined,” you managed. They both chuckled. Deuce leaned in and kissed you softly, pulling you to his warm bare body. “We should absolutely do this again,” Ace concluded. “You know. For practice.” You chuckled quietly. Deuce nodded and kissed your forehead. “For once, I agree.”

The End.

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[hellsslibrary]

✧･ﾟ:* NSFW Alphabet with Deuce Spade *:･ﾟ✧

DNI : minors.

#a.n. : ahem, I wanted to warn you that there will be something unreal in all these headcanons, just because this is the world of fairy tales, lol (I can give anyone an 8 foot cock and what will you do to me, like nothing).

!!Warnings : sub!bottom!Deuce, praise kink, kink for size difference, oral sex, soft sex, sub/dom dynamic, scar reference, romance, male reader.

Ace <————«« Deuce »»————> Cater

Heartslabyul. Deuce Spade.

A = Aftercare (What are they like after sex?)

He is the most tired boy in the world after sex. He lies all sweaty, fucked and tired, looking at you with his red eyes from tears. So this time, you have to take care of him forever. Finally praise him, tell him that he is a good boy, give him water, wash him and so on. He will appreciate it anyway.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He definitely likes yours hands (especially in the biceps area), and more if you have muscles there. It just turns him on that someone so strong (or just a little bit) is fucking him like this right now.

His favorite body part in itself is probably his mouth. What? He can suck you, kiss you, moan for you. Anything.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

He finishes a little. Although his sperm looks quite thick. It is probably darker than normal semen, but nothing more unusual is imperceptible.

As for you, he doesn't care where you end up. Though he definitely prefers it to be his mouth or hole. Just because it looks and feels hot, literally and figuratively.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He always dreamed of a partner who is somehow right. Like imagine that he is dating someone correct, diligent and polite. Everyone adore him because he is so kind and caring. But he would like to see this man change beyond recognition behind closed doors, fucking him like his personal whore. (Although in a gentle way, he is still a softie. It simply implies that the reader is a pervert.)

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they're doing?)

He... Just the embodiment of innocence. He still thought that storks bring babies, they appear in cabbages, Santa brings them and all that ... So he has no experience in this matter at all.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying)

He loves the missionary position! It's definitely too easy, but he loves to see your face. Though he prefers that you don't see his own face, so he covers it up anyway.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He is absolutely serious! He won't be joking, because for him this is the moment when both of you can be vulnerable, naked and enjoy only each other. While he doesn't mind a little humor from you if you're up for it, he'll definitely blush at it.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Mmm, he definitely shaves/cuts them. I guess he has them prickly enough that it gets nasty and he decides to get rid of them there. They do not match the color of his drapes, they are definitely lighter, much lighter.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

He is a very romantic boy! True, he is not a fan of these clichéd aspects, like roses, candles and any other nonsense that you can imagine. But he will still try to do something less clichéd before your sex time to make you feel loved. Well, during sex, he is also quite romantic. Although it's just kisses, hugs, some kind of compliments or words of approval, and all that.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He... He hardly does that. I think a cold shower will help him, because his erection goes quite easily and quickly. But he may rarely do this, for example, when you have not had sex for a long time and it is not expected in the near future. Well, or if you want to see how he does it.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

He definitely has a kink for the size difference. Even if you are the same height or shorter than him, it is very easy to call. How? Just the mere thought of his partner (no matter what height/size) hovering over him like that turns him on. He also probably has a kink to the whole dom/sub dynamics. Just because he wants to be a good boy for you. And of course a kink for praise, I think it goes without explanation.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

He's embarrassed enough to do it somewhere other than outside your rooms. And he just finds it too intimate for prying eyes and ears. So bed, sofa, table top, shower and so on.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Quite easily excitable, but this excitation also easily disappears. One careless spot on one of his private parts like chest, butt or groin, some too well-thought-out praise from you no matter what, and he feels like butterflies start fluttering in his stomach.

N = NO (Something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

He is definitely against something too rough and something that brings too much pain. He is a gentle boy, although he doesn't mind if you want to do something more rough every now and then, but he doesn't want it to cause you or him any great pain. And he is definitely against sex in front of someone's eyes and sex in semi-public places (although in semi-public places he may agree, but on the condition that you both know and are sure that no one will come there).

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He loves to give. He's a little clumsy about it, but he'll try to give you whatever pleasure you want, where and how you want.

He doesn't really like to receive since he's too sensitive to your mouth in any of his spots, but he loves it anyway.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Definitely prefers a sensual, gentle and slow pace. He loves it when you cover his face/neck/chest/etc with kisses as you gently thrust into him and his hands rest on your back and gently squeeze it when you hit a particularly sweet spot.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

No, he's not a fan of that. And especially not a fan of this if you are the kind of person who is not enough only one orgasm. He loves leisurely sex where both of you can enjoy each other without rushing anywhere. But if you are too desperate to fuck him, then he may agree.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Not very experimental, but he trusts you, so he will comply. If you want something that is not in his no, then he is willing to try it anyway.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

I guess Deuce is pretty tough. His maximum is about 5-9 rounds. Although, if you want to do a total overstimulation of him, then about 12.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He hardly has any toys. He doesn't want to buy them (and probably didn't know they existed before your relationship with him, lol). But if you give him something, he will accept it, not without embarrassment, of course, but he will accept it.

U = Unfair (How much do they like to tease)

He doesn't like to tease you. He wants you to enjoy his body and his activities as much as you want. Although he can tease you if that's what you want. But he would probably prefer you to tease him.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

It's not too loud, but not too quiet either. Something like 6/10, yes. He knows how to act without being too loud. But he can be more vocal if you enjoy his sounds.

W = Wild Card (Get a random head canon for the character of your choice)

He has many scars on his body from his "dark" past, which he wants to get rid of as soon as possible and the best. But he loves when you touch them one way or another. Stroking/kissing/pressing lightly/etc. Not even in a sexual way, he can even tell you a couple of stories about their appearance if you want.

X = X-Ray (Let's see what's going on in those pants, picture or words)

Slim but muscular body. Strong headcanon for having a tiny waist, yes. Also, as I said earlier, he has a lot of scars. As for the cock... I think it's a strict 6 inches / 15 centimeters, and his shaft is quite small in girth.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Below the average. He does not need to have sex too often, his body simply does not require it. Although he is ready at almost any moment if you want it.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fell asleep afterwards)

He gets very tired after sex, so he falls asleep almost instantly. Especially if you hug him and snuggle up to him.

[sinfullyrosey]

(De)flowering the Garden

Deuce Space X Fem!Reader

Warnings: Teasing, Public Sex, Vaginal Sex, Loss of Virginity (ya take Deucey’s v-card), Smut with Feelings, Kissing, Making Out, Reader Tops (figuratively and literally)

Deuce is canonically nervous around girls and I abused the fuck out of that. Boy deserves some good pussy as a reward for working so hard.

Somewhat inspired by an old comic I saw years back where a girl was on a date with a guy and had no underwear under her dress and teased him about it.

All Characters are 18+

You were sat securely, yet comfortably, in front of Deuce on his broom. His arms were around you, grasping on the front handle, hands just in front of yours. The position offered much close contact between you and the flustered Heartslabyul student.

When he had offered to take you for a ride (since you were unable to do so on your own), he hadn’t taken into consideration just how close the two of you would be. Nor did he realize that you’d practically be straddling him.

But he somehow managed to force down his nerves and take you for a little joyride. He started off slow at first, getting used to the added weight and new positioning, and slowly worked his way up to going faster.

You were laughing and hollering the whole time, excitedly telling him to go faster, do more tricks, get a little closer to Ace so you could smack him for eating your slice of leftover tart the other day.

Before long, Deuce had grown accustomed to you and completely forgot about having a pretty girl practically sitting on his lap. Your back pressing into him, the heat radiating off you, a complete contrast to the cool breeze blowing through both of your hairs. How the motion from flying was causing the two of you to bump and rub up against each other-

“Oh!”

Your sudden startled noise alerted him and caused him to snap out of his daydream. He shook his head and halted the broom midair to check on you and see if you were okay. Was he going too fast? Did you get hurt somehow while he was doing that little loop-dee-loop? Are you getting airsick?!

Your body was stiff as a board and unresponsive to his frantic questions. You just kept staring straight ahead for what felt like hours before suddenly giggling. You slowly twisted your body around so that you could face him, teasing grin plastered on your face.

“Is that your magic pen in your pants, or are you just happy to see me, Deucey?~”

Deuce blinked at you owlishly, not understanding what you were getting at. Yeah, his magic pen was in his pants, but in his back pocket, not his front pocket, so how would you be able to feel it from where you are? And what did you mean by him being excited to see you? He’s always excited to see you!

You laughed at his clueless expression, finding it oddly endearing. You didn’t say anything more, just took a brief glance down at the front of his pants, then stared back into his big, beautifully blue eyes, just waiting for him to get the hint.

He blinked at you before turning his gaze down to where you were looking, only to burst into a fit of embarrassment and nearly crash land the two of you in the process. You found the whole thing funny, but Deuce hasn’t been able to look you in the eyes without his face immediately going red as the Heartslabyul’s roses. At least Ace didn’t know about the true reason for the near broom accident.

But that was two weeks ago, and ever since then, Deuce has become quite flustered around you, just like how he was when you two first met. His words stuttered and nervous, and he acts even more respectful and polite towards you, like what happened that day somehow offended you. But no, you found the whole thing to be quite hilarious and… cute.

You love to tease and prod at him every chance you get, playfully flirting with him and seeing just how red you could get him. To see his eyes go big at a more vulgar comment from your teasing lips, watch as the red hue travels from his cheeks to his neck and ears. It was all so worth it just to see the spade boy become a mess in front of you.

Spade didn’t know how much more of this he could take.

Even now, you continue to torment him so, making him flustered and face burn brighter than his own housewarden’s hair. The poor boy just couldn’t keep up with your relentless teasing and was starting to reach his wit’s end with you. He could barely keep the teacup in his hands steady, fingers clenching down on the porcelain cup, eyes staring unfocused at the rippling liquid as he thought back to what had just transpired on his way over the Unbirthday Party.

Deuce had run into you on the way over to the garden, exchanging greetings and agreeing to walk together the rest of the way there. You were wearing a simple, navy blue sundress, a first meant for the special occasion. You wanted to dress appropriately while also getting a little shock out of everyone since you usually only wore the hand-me-down school uniform. A nice change of pace you had said.

But a change that only served to make the boy more nervous than he already was, and it certainly didn’t help what you did next…

At some point before arriving to the party location, you had ceased your walking. He hadn’t noticed at first and was a few feet in front of you by the time that you had called to him, stopping him in his tracks as well.

“Hey Deuce.”

At the call of his name, the Heartslybul student turned his attention back towards you in curiosity, only to get a complete eyeful of your unclothed pussy.

His eyes nearly bulged out of his head at the sight of you holding up the helm of your dress to allow him a full view. His face instantly turned a bright red, reaching all the way to his ears and neck once more. You softly grinned at him, swaying slightly in place and staring back at him with big, “innocent” doe eyes. You even batted your eyes at him to give the full effect.

“What do you think, Deucey?~”

He was absolutely stuttering at this point, unable to process what was happening and struggling to come up with a proper response. His mama taught him to be respectful towards women and to not treat them like objects to objectify and sexualize, but here you were, flashing him in a public place and making it real hard for him not to stare and have less than appropriate thoughts.

You giggled at his speechless staring and allowed your skirt to drop back down to cover yourself before patting it back into place. You walked over to him, giving him a lidded-eyed grin, hands behind your back in faux innocence.

“Just a little treat for you. Come on, we better head on before we’re late and Riddle has our heads.~”

He could only follow behind in silence, trying desperately to get his hardon to go away, or at least, hide it before the others saw and verbally rip him a new one.

So, throughout the whole Unbirthday Party, little Spadey boy was forced to uncomfortably in his seat across from you, dick rising with every flirtatious look you sent his way. Ace and the others would occasionally ask him if he was alright, his face was red as a cherry, was he sick? He was shuddering and looked about ready to pass out too. Even Riddle’s usually strict tone softened when he saw the state his underclassman was currently in.

But he merely brushed them off, said he was fine and that it was just hot today (even though it wasn’t) and commented on how he couldn’t way to start on his chores (so that he could get out of this mess).

The tea party’s end couldn’t have come any sooner as Deuce was finally able to remove himself from the table. Good thing too, he thought, considering that you were sneakily starting to use your feet to rub against his groin from under the table. He swiftly stood up, being sure to not have anyone spot the embarrassing tent in his pants, and announced that he was now off to go paint the garden’s roses red.

But his relief was short lived when he suddenly felt you wrap your arms around one of his, pressing yourself against him. He looked down to see you grinning up at him, cheeky smile and mischief lacing your eyes.

“Don’t tell me you forgot that I volunteered to help you this go around, so that you wouldn’t have to do it all alone!” You chirped.

He could just kick himself right now, of course you had! After Ace whined about not wanting to do it, you had stepped in right as Riddle was about to blow a gasket over the dorm student’s complaining, agreeing to do it this go around and just having Ace do it next time. Deuce had forgotten, thinking under the impression that he’d be doing so alone and could quickly jerk off before doing the chore.

Deuce gulped as he allowed you to drag him along towards the maze of a garden, sweating as he felt his constricted dick harden even more.

All of that only served as the foreplay in your twisted, little game as the ex-delinquent now found himself in his biggest challenge yet. As soon as you two were deep enough into the garden to where nobody would be stumbling upon your activities, you had cornered him against some hedges. So now, he was sat in the grass, looking up at you in bewilderment from being tossed to the ground like that.

“S-shouldn’t we be painting? What if we get caught-“ He tried to reason, but you interrupted him with an eye roll.

You stood over him, hands on your hips, an alluring grin gracing your lovely features. Slowly lowering yourself to his level, you rest your hands on either of his legs, making him jump slightly at your touch. You gently shush him, giving him some reassuring caresses and moving closer to him. His heartbeat increased at the close contact, face visibly nervous.

“And just leave you uncomfortable and unsatisfied? I don’t think so.”

You place yourself comfortably between his legs, forcing them to spread out more to make room in an unconscious attempt to keep you from touching him any further. Your faces were mere inches apart, his leaned back as far as the hedge would allow while you only got closer. But noticing that he wasn’t reciprocating and seemed about ready to faint, you paused your pursuit and gave him a soft, reassuring smile.

“Is this your first time with a girl, Deucey?”

Those beautifully blue eyes you loved so much looked down in embarrassment, face now red for a different reason. His hands fiddled with the grass beneath him as he still refused to meet those eyes that always drove him wild.

“N-no, yes! Um… it’s my first time with anyone, actually…”

You guessed as much. But taking in his first-time jitters, you gently used your hand to make him look at you. Any teasingness gone from your expression, replaced with pure affection and understanding. You wanted him to know that this wasn’t just some spur of the moment fling.

“I like you Deuce. I like you a lot.”

He looked taken aback, eyes wide and mouth agape at your confession.

“You like me?!”

This adorable birdbrain, you swear…

“Yes Deuce, I do. And I’d really like to show that to you if you’d let me.”

You leaned closer to him once more, lips just barely grazing his soft ones.

“Ah, I like you too! I have for a while now!”

You chuckled under your breath.

“Just… let me be good to you, okay?” You whispered breathily against him.

“U-um, okay…”

And with that, your lips finally met in a messy, but tender kiss. You had softly fluttered your eyes closed, pressing deeper into the kiss, while Deuce just sat there awkwardly, eyes closed tightly. He didn’t know what to do and allowed you to take the lead, head swimming too much to think coherently enough.

After a few more seconds, you pulled away, leaving Deuce with his eyes still closed and lips puckered and alone. He slowly opened his eyes, showing them to be glassy and clearly lovestruck.

“Wow…”

Your smile grew into a smirk as you enjoyed the reactions you were getting out of him.

“And there’s still more to come, Deucey.~ Now…”

You returned your attention back to the neglected bulge between his legs. Your hands reached down to fiddle with his pants, unzipping them as to allow better access to the real prize.

“…let’s take care of this, shall we?”

Deuce could only tremble under your touch as he felt his cock hardening from the pleasure of your warm folds grazing his tip. He groaned at each rock of your hips, body hovering over his and gazing down at him with lidded eyes. The poor boy couldn’t bring himself to meet your gaze, too focused on the sight of your pussy rubbing against his cock, your hips moving so your slit slides down the front of it, taking a comfortable seat on his lap.

You grinded back against him, ass and pussy stimulating him and making him whine. You could feel his dick twitch, just begging to burst underneath you. You chuckle, making him further embarrassed. You slowly made your way back up, covering him in your sticky slick and prepping both of you for what was to come. A string of slick connected you and him, dripping and snapping as you just hovered over his awaiting cock.

“You ready Deuce?~”

He swallowed, finally working up the courage to look up at you through glassy eyes. He sharply inhaled when he saw the adoring look in your eyes. It almost made him cum on the spot. Deuce was still too speechless and anxious to verbally respond, opting to simply nod his head, waiting expectingly. Your smile never faltered as you repositioned yourself, preparing to take him finally.

“No cumming prematurely, okay?” You teased.

But he only nodded seriously, watching as you began to lower yourself onto him again, this time, pussy lips pushed to the side as his head prodded at your entrance. You breathed in, and out, taking your time to allow you both to readjust with every inch that entered you. His body began to shake in anticipation and pleasure, mouth open and a quiet moan escaping.

A few pants escaped yourself, the girth of him making your body clench from the sensation. He may not be huge, but he was still fairly big and was showing to fill you nicely, despite only being halfway in. You closed your eyes, biting your lip, still slowly slinking your way down onto him. At a particular squeeze of your walls, Deuce suddenly reached up and grasped onto your hips, digging his fingers into the fabric of your scrunched up dress.

He was trying to steady himself while you made a mess of him. He definitely was a virgin.

With a final determined motion, you pushed yourself further down onto him, hips reaching his as you finally fully sheathed him inside your welcoming walls. His tip reached deep inside you, pressing so many sensitive spots inside of you. You let out a satisfied sigh.

“S-so… warm!” He muttered.

You couldn’t help but laugh and wiggle yourself on him, making him moan with a whine. You gave it a minute or two before beginning to lightly grind yourself down onto him, thrusting and circling your hips. His grip tightened; dick being warmly hugged by your delicious pussy.  

“Please, c-can we..?”

You smiled softly at him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. You think you’ve both waited long enough, and you’re certain his dick is about to burst any second now. You give him a quick, messy kiss, making him melt into you while you play with his hair.

Not wasting another second and before he can come back to his senses from the second kiss, you lifted your lower half up before slamming back down on his dick. His eyes widened and a choked gasp escaped, but you silenced it with more kisses. You worked on finding a good pace, bouncing on his lap properly riding his dick.

Deuce could only groan against your lips as he felt the squelching pleasure of your velvety walls clench and squeeze around his hard member. It felt so warm, so tight, so euphoric…

Your hot tongue slipped into his mouth while he was distracted by the overwhelming pleasure you were gifting him, swallowing his moans and pants. The loss of air was sending him to cloud nine, while you weren’t doing much better, thrusting against him just so that he’d hit that spongey bundle of nerves every time. You were seeing stars, vision blinding in pure white as the coil built and built…

It snapped, sending you over the edge and rushing straight into your orgasm. Your body spasmed as you wracked against him, toes curling and grip on his blue locks tightening. He winced at the painful feeling of your fingers digging into him and pulling, but the tightening of your pussy on his cock more than made up for it. He could feel your hot, wet juices coating his member and pushing him further to his own orgasm.

You went limp, body relaxing and heaving on top of him. By this point Deuce had taken it upon himself to continue where you left off and started thrusting himself up into you now. He was just chasing his own high, setting a much messier pace then you had, but still abusing your used hole and hitting that spot in the process. You just let him; eyes still hazy as he worked himself to his own sweet release.

“I’m-I’m gonna..!”

You could feel his dick twitch in you once more, about ready to cum. You quickly snapped yourself out of the after haze and quickly pushed yourself off of him, releasing his cock from you with an audibly squishy “pop!”

Deuce saw white when his orgasm finally hit and his dick shot out ropes of equally white, hot cum, all over his stomach and yours. He shot his load, member becoming flaccid, but still sensitive. The two of you were panting messes, bodies flush red and clothes and hair disheveled. You both smelt of sweat and bodily fluids, clearing looking like you just came out of a post-orgasmic haze.

You took a glance down at the mess you’ve made, semen and slick dripping off you two and onto the nice, green grass of the Heartslabyul garden. Some still dripping from his soft dick and out of your sore cunt. You two were going to have to clean yourselves up before doing anything else, that was for sure. Maybe you could use Deuce’s jacket as a towel and just say he got paint on it or something.

You looked up at him to see his flushed expression still cooling down. His eyes were unfocused and chest heaving. You took one glance back down at the mess, then over to the still unpainted, white roses, taking note of their shared coloring and grinned.

“Well, the roses may not have gotten painted, but something else sure did.~” You cheekily commented, smirking at him in satisfaction.

“Y-y/N!”