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Ruggie's Lemon Cookies

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Ruggie Bucchi x Fem!Reader Word Count: 3.8k+ Tags: Clothed Sex/Messy Kisses/IN FRONT OF MY SALAD?!

Art is by tako86734108 on Twitter!

Aaaaand here we are. Congrats to Ruggie for winning. He deserves it! He's a good boy who works hard and deserves a treat! And again, all of the one shots in Lemon Cookies are just one shots. None of them are connected and they're all open ending for your imaginary desires to fill in the blanks for.

SUMMARY:

Valentine's has arrived and you decided to bake a batch of lemon cookies (with the magical lemon extract) for Ruggie. You always knew that the way to a man's heart; is through his stomach.

With Grim yawning in your arms, you scurried off to school. You had woken up late on a very important morning, oversleeping from exhaustion. You stayed up late last night baking a batch of heart shaped lemon cookies. Sam promised that by purchasing the magical lemon extract, you would have the ability to get closer with whomever you fed the treats to. You were sure that it was all just a metaphor since the romantic holiday was around the corner. But you still purchased the extract nonetheless. Now, with the hurriedly wrapped cookies stuffed in your blazer, you rushed down the dirt path to Night Raven College.

The student you wanted to give the cookies too always felt hard to find without a cash or snack incentive. You would be very unlikely to find him until after school had ended, since you sadly didn’t share any classes. Grim gently clawed at the sleeve of your blazer as you swiftly rounded a corner and ran into your first class of the day. All you could think about was Ruggie Bucchi’s reaction to your Valentine’s Gift.

-♡-

The hours droned on, and a few times you did spot Ruggie in passing. But with Grim being present, it made you feel too embarrassed to present him the cookies without any embarrassing comments from your furry roommate. It was finally your last class of the day. On one side of you was Grim, and the other was Jack. You watched the clock with a sigh with your chin resting in your palm as the professor droned on about a lesson you didn’t care too much to listen to. “What’s wrong?” Jack whispered, surprising you into straightening your posture. “Oh! Uhhh… Nothing… Sorta…” You trailed off and Grim crawled into your lap to answer for you. “She’s all moody about today.” He whisper yelled. Jack tilted his head in confusion and you could feel your face burn in embarrassment. “She wanted to give that stinkin’ thief a batch of cookies…” He scoffed which left Jack even more lost and you feeling annoyed. “I made Ruggie some cookies as a friendly gift since it’s Valentine’s Day.” You explained with a small frown.

Jack’s expression changed. His eyes glittered with excitement and his tail started to wag against the wooden seat with a rhythmic thump. “It’s for Ruggie? Did you give them to him?” He asked hopefully as you looked up at the underclassman. Right, Jack really looks up to Ruggie. Understandably so since Ruggie was such a hardworking and independent person. You shook your head with a soft frown. “No, I haven’t found the chance.” You explained and Grim shuffled in your lap with a mumble on how it was a ‘good thing’. “Well… I know where he’s going to be after classes end for the day, if you want to catch him.” Jack hinted with a proud smile gracing his features. It was sweet that he wanted to play wingman for someone he looked up to. “I can hold onto Grim too. I’ll take him with me to Savanaclaw for a while.” The beastman suggested and Grim began to protest with his paws waving in discontent. “It’s just cookies!” He snapped softly, careful not to alert the professor despite his displeasure with the turn of events. “It’s different Grim. And it’s only for an hour or two.” Jack had a pout forming now, his tail stilled and his ears folded downwards.

If Jack could hold onto Grim then you would have plenty of time to present the cookies to Ruggie. “I would really appreciate it Jack.” You beamed up at him and his eyes sparkled once more with determination. “Ruggie said he’s raiding the cafeteria after classes ended. But, he has a shift at the Mostro Lounge tonight so he won’t be there long.” The beastman warned and you nodded in understanding. You didn’t need too much time. Just enough to get some of your feelings across to the hyena. The moment the bell rang to signal the final class had ended, you had handed Grim over to Jack and packed up your things. Grim protested some more, even as you thanked Jack and assured Grim you would bring him back a snack from your surprise meeting if he was on his best behavior. Hopefully Jack was right, Ruggie would still be there if you made it soon enough.

-♡-

You entered the cafeteria, noting silently that it was desolate. Not even the ghosts could be seen or heard lingering through the empty space. You didn’t see, or hear Ruggie either. You peered into the kitchen and noticed it was empty. Your heart began to sink as you wandered deeper into the lonely little space. You looked around, hoping that maybe you had just beaten Ruggie to the cafeteria. But a big part of you assumed he had already taken off for the night. You hang your head as the disappointment begins to settle. You pulled the cookies from your blazer pocket, looking down at the plastic wrapped cookies with a sad expression. You could try to catch him at his shift at the Mostro Lounge, but would you have time to give them to him? And there’s no way Azul would even allow you to breathe the air in the building without paying.

“What are you doing here?” A question popped up from behind you, and you whipped around to greet the familiar voice. “Ruggie!” You gasped and hid the cookies behind your back. Your face started to burn as you noticed the stack of Tupperware in his hands. You made it before Ruggie. His stormy blue eyes looked you up and down as he made his way into the kitchen with purpose. “I hope you didn’t come here for the leftovers. I already told everyone they were mine.” He warned with a joking tone and placed the small stack of plastic bins on a nearby counter. You kept your back out of his view as he moved around the kitchen with purpose. Get in, get out. “No, no. Um… I was looking for you today.” You explained with a light bounce in your step. The hyena opened up the large fridge and began to peer around inside with an interested ‘uh huh?’. Now sorting through a large assortment of catering trays as he waited for you to continue.

“I made you something.” You hoped to sound bold, but unfortunately your tone fell mousey. The beastman stopped rummaging and turned to face you with a grin. “Made me something? I thought I smelled something sweet when I came in.” He purred and slowly rose to his feet. The sterile light of the fridge now washed the hyena’s frame with its blinding light. You could see his dark eyebags much clearer and how he seemed to sway with exhaustion. His long shadow danced with him before he pushed the shiny metal door shut with a sly smile. “Can I have it now?” Ruggie asked hopefully as you nodded nervously and slowly pulled your hands from behind your back.

You outstretched your arms with the cookies now before you, offering them to Ruggie. You watched as his sly expression was momentarily replaced with shock as he looked down at the yellow heart shaped cookies. “You made these for me?” He asked with a gentleness you had never heard from him. You nodded. He was quiet as he pulled the yellow ribbon apart and opened the small bag, taking it from your hands in a fluid motion.

Ruggie looked happy. Extremely happy. He took one of the cookies with a smile, breaking it in half with the treat fixed between his teeth and his fingers. You could see his tail swishing with content as you felt yourself starting to become bashful. “It’s for Valentine’s Day. I made them for you.” You explained quietly as he ate cookie after cookie with soft crunches of joy. “I forgot that it was today. I celebrated with my middle school class once but that was it.” He hummed softly with content as he stood before you. His cheeks now a faint peachy red. “They aren’t donuts but hey, I’m not a picky person.” He teased you with a snicker and held the bag out to you with a grin. “I think you should eat at least one or two. I have to hurry up here anyway. I have a shift in about an hour.” He sounded sad that he was cutting the meeting short between you. But you were understanding.

The two of you moved to lean against the broad island counter. As you took a bite out of one of the cookies, you savored the sour taste of the lemon and how bitter it was. You couldn’t help but cringe. You didn’t taste any of the batter as you were baking since Sam said it was for the person you were baking for. “Not enough sugar…” You grumbled and looked defeated at the heart shaped cookie. “Nah, I think whatever seasoning you used was just too strong.” Ruggie shrugged and continued to eat the treats without any signs of discontent. He paused for a moment before crossing his ankles, looking down at the now empty bag with a flash of confusion. “Did you say seasoning?” You asked and he nodded, raising his half lidded eyes to meet your gaze. His pupils looked huge.

“Yeah. Cookie seasoning.” He spoke with a light growl to his voice that made your heart jump in your chest. Ruggie tapped his fingers against the countertop. Slowly without any sense of rhythm. You could feel your body starting to grow warm and you wanted to discard your blazer. But something felt wrong. Why did you feel so hot? “S’not called ‘cookie seasoning’. It’s lemon extract.” You explained and took note of how breathless you sounded. And yet you did not break Ruggie’s stare as he inched closer. Your face was starting to burn and a burning heat began to rise from within your stomach. “Extract? Like syrup?” You could tell that Ruggie was trying to distract himself from whatever else it was that he was thinking about. You began to unbutton your blazer with a soft sigh of relief. “Are people allergic to lemons?” Ruggie spoke as he began to yank his uniform tie loose. His face was completely flushed and he looked like he was breaking out into a sweat.

What exactly did Sam mean by getting closer with the person you baked the cookies for?

Your mouth was growing cotton dry as you shook your head. Ruggie was only inches away from you, watching closely as you tossed your blazer to the ground with your heart racing in your chest.”No. I don’t think people are allergic to lemons.” You mumbled and leaned in closer and closer to the beastman. “Is this a good idea?” Ruggie mumbled against your lips. You could hear the faint clink of him hurriedly yanking at his belt. “It’s a good idea to me.” The cafeteria kitchen was empty. Not even the ghostly staff lingered. It really was just you, and Ruggie Bucchi. No one would see you here.

When your lips meshed, you could taste the faint lingering flavor of the cookies. The hyena trapped you against the counter, gently lifting your body for you to follow. He wanted you to sit on the cool surface of the island countertop. There was a thin trail of drool making its way down your chin as your messy makeout with Ruggie continued. You could feel him pulling you close so your legs relaxed over his hips. The hyena’s belt had fallen loose, and with a swift glance down, you could see the desperate pumps of his fist around his cock. It was already leaking and you could tell he wanted so much more from you. You had eaten only one of the many cookies you baked for him. Part of you felt bad for him.

So you wanted to help him out. You slipped a hand downwards and grazed his knuckles with the tips of your fingers. With the kisses paused for a moment to breathe you gently nipped at Ruggie’s chin. “Let me?” You requested, and he nodded without a word spoken. His hand pulled away, and you carefully wrapped your fingers around his shaft. You could feel small linear rows of something small and hard going up his cock. You wanted to drool again. You could only imagine that they felt good. You took note of his size being a comfortable fit, albeit being thicker than what you were expecting. The excitement pooled between your thighs as your mouth pressed kisses against his throat and you began to pump slowly. Ruggie’s moans were soft as he gripped at your stocking clad thighs. Squeezing and occasionally scratching as you stroked and teased him. “Does it feel okay?” You asked against his saliva slicked skin and he snickered from above you.

“I’m easy to please.” He cooed, shuddering under the light kisses you pressed against his throat. You could feel the blood boiling beneath his skin with each light tremble of pleasure. You could feel his breath stutter as you massaged his cock in your palm. Each twitch and pulse made your heart race with the anticipation of what it would feel like inside you. How hard it would feel and if the fit would be… Difficult.

Ruggie was struggling to find the hem of your tights. His hands roamed along your body, tugging and pulling at the sheer stockings with a growl rumbling in his chest. “I’m sorry, I can-” A squeak of shock erupted from your throat at the sound of fabric being torn. Your hand stopped pumping as you looked down wide eyed at your bunched up skirt. The view was blocked, but you could feel your soaked panties were now exposed to the cool kitchen air. Your body shook with a carnal excitement. Ruggie tore your tights open. “M’sorry.” He apologized under his breath as he yanked your panties to the side to slip a finger inside of you. He wasn’t sorry. But you didn’t mind.

The quick curl of the digit up against the soft spongy bundle of nerves inside of you made your body jolt with excitement. Every time he hit that sensitive spot you would whine or gasp. A form of encouragement for the beastman as you relaxed against him. Your hand began to sheepishly attempt to guide him towards the hot, plush cavern of your cunt. You both knew it was what you wanted. But you were growing impatient. You needed him. You needed Ruggie inside of you. “Wan’ me inside?” He whispered and you nodded swiftly. When the beastman rocked his hips against yours it was a struggle to hold back your loud whines. Feeling the round, wet tip of his cock massaging your clit. Just barely sliding inside of you, teasing you as you clawed at his large uniform shirt. With a bit of begging and sucking at the hyena’s neck; you got what you wanted.

Ruggie pushed in slowly. Filling you up inch by inch with those tiny studs massaging your inner walls as his cock forced you to stretch to accommodate him. The lack of preparation wasn’t something you fully regret, you could bear the pain. Whatever was in that extract left your body needing more and more. And even more after that. Ruggie grabbed your hips and pulled you even closer, forcing you to nearly dangle against the edge of the counter. One leg had fallen, the tip of your shoe just barely touching the ground as the hyena supported the other in his grip. The position allowed him to get even deeper. Spearing you with his cock as he began a steady rhythm with his hips. His head pressed against yours as he started slow. The pleasure was so intense that you desperately wanted to shut your eyes or look anywhere else but Ruggie. But he wouldn’t let you. One of his hands cupped your face and he forced you to look at him. To let him see the expressions you made as he fucked you against the counter as a lustful form of thank you for the cookies.

Your jaw had fallen slack and the heat in your face caused you to tear up. You wanted Ruggie to move faster. But even when you rutted your hips against his, he kept his pace steady. “I can’t go- Mmn. I can’t go faster. I can't, I can't.” He whimpered as his nails began to dig into your clothes. His face flushed red as he pushed deeper and deeper, nudging those nerves with the round tip of his cock. “You gonna cum? Please go faster. Please?” You weren’t one to beg, but you needed him faster. You needed him harder. The muffled wet smacks of your bodies momentarily slowed to a stop as Ruggie adjusted you against him. Now, you were being supported by his body against yours. The counter dug into your back as your legs and hips hung helplessly in the air as he sped up. Per your request. You cried out and grabbed at his white shirt, tugging roughly as you were forced to not only take his cock and everything he planned to give you, but also to remain looking up at him. His lips captured yours in another heated kiss as his hips continued to roughly rut against yours.

You were covered in sweat. So was he. Your mouth was filled with the taste of Ruggie. And he had the taste of you. You could feel the way that his biscuit blond pubes stimulate your clit as his cock kissed that spot deep inside of you. So sweet and kind and filled with any and all unspoken affection the two of you may share for one another. You started to chant his name, feeling something round and hard at the base of his cock as the pulses of his cock intensified. You wanted it. You wanted all of Ruggie inside you. He moaned your name in between a string of sloppy kisses and glanced away only for a second. “Inside. Inside me?” You were asking him not to pull out. The lust had fogged your sense of clarity so greatly you couldn’t care to consider the consequences. That could wait. “O-Oh shit I’m cumming. I’m-” Ruggie never finished as he gave you a strangled cry and another round of stuttered thrusts as you shook around him, meeting the feeling of his thick cum filling you with the release of your own juices. Something round and hard pushed inside of you. You winced, but exhaustion was far more overpowering than any pain you could be feeling.

You trembled against the beastman, your thighs cramping from the tight position and the powerful orgasm as the two of you fell boneless against one another in the empty kitchen. Ruggie fought to catch his breath as he called out your name. All you responded with was a slight nod. You didn’t hear anything he said as his cock continued to fill you with sperm. But you swore you heard him say something about ‘more. And it was something you weren’t opposed to. If you hadn’t fallen asleep against the counter first.

-♡-

When you finally woke up, your brows furrowed at the soft sound of snoring. You looked around in the darkness, noticing that you weren’t in the school’s cafeteria any longer. Nor were you in your room in Ramshackle. It was a room in Savanaclaw, that much you could tell. It looked late, the moon round and full, high up in the night sky as you blinked awake.

A warm giraffe patterned blanket was pulled up to your chin and you could see a cold stone wall to your right. And when you looked to your left, you relaxed into the mattress. Ruggie’s sleeping face greeted you. He had an arm thrown over your torso from beneath the blanket and he was facing you. His body now cozy and close, curled up under the big blanket with you. You could feel that you were wearing a large shirt and nothing else, and Ruggie was wearing what you assumed were the pants to the pajama set. It was the beastmans attempt at changing you out of your sticky uniform. You appreciated it.

You gasped softly when his droopy eyes shot open, and he met your gaze. He glanced away for a minute before slowly sitting up in bed. The shift of the covers started to fill you with a sense of loneliness. He scratched at the back of his head, his ears flicking and you watched him fold his hands in his lap. “...So…” He trailed off quietly and was unable to meet your eyes again. Before you could speak, the hyena began again. “I made a deal with Jack so Grim is having a sleepover with him… I washed your uniform,” He turned to face you and you could see a bright peachy flush in his cheeks. His eyes still couldn’t meet yours. “I folded it up and put it on my desk…” He nodded in the desk's direction, but you didn’t bother to spare it a glance. Was he asking you to leave?

“I know you probably want to dash. I get it! Don’t even worry.” He laughed softly. There was a hint of disappointment that caused your brows to furrow. “I uh… I had fun. Even if you only felt that way because-” You sat up and gently pulled at his arm. He froze. Stormy blue eyes locked with your tired gaze. You felt upset with his despairing assumptions. “I made those cookies for you.” The reminder was gentle as you leaned in closer to Ruggie. He was silent. The room was so quiet that you could almost hear the pounding of his heart. “No one else.” You assured him and he nodded in understanding. You pressed your head against his, his warm breath tickled your lips as he spoke again. “Do… Do you wanna stay with me? Just for the night?” The tone of his voice indicated that he was hoping for a yes. “Can I stay?” You asked in a hushed tone and he pulled away slightly to nod.

The two of you laid down again. Facing one another as Ruggie moved even closer. With a comforting silence following, you allowed your eyes to shut as you prepared for bed. “Are we still friends?” He asked under a whisper and you hummed thoughtfully in response. “What about more?” You suggested and Ruggie snickered. “Yeah. That’s cool with me.” He purred softly and you felt his arm drape itself over your body again. Your other hand locked with the hyenas beneath the blanket and the two of you drifted back to sleep. You swore the taste of the lemon cookies lingered on your tongue. But instead of that sour and bitter flavor, it was far more gentle and sweet.

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tigertale · 3 months

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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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