"I miss my wife, Tails, I miss her a lot"

e p e l f e l m i e r

now opening up your notebook and being met with doodles of and related to himself is going to leave epel at least a little bit flustered no matter what it is you actually drew. especially so if he already has a crush on you. but the specifics of his reaction in the moment and how he approaches you afterwards to return your notes is highly dependent on how you chose to portray him in your artwork

starting with more tangentially related doodles — sketches of dubious looking apples, rabbits and hares in motion, maybe even some spelldrive doodles that appear sporadically in the margins of pages and in larger blank spaces in between paragraphs and diagrams, for example

it’s fifty-fifty whether epel actually makes the connection that he was on your mind when you were absentmindedly sketching each item into your notebook. of course the connection is there and there are pieces of him in every doodle if he thinks to look at them closely, but if he’s desperate enough to ask for your notes to copy he may just accept them at face value as just cute looking drawings and not give them a second thought as he reads over your notes. he will compliment you on how cool some of the more dynamic looking doodles looked either way… just with slightly pinker cheeks if he made the connection

if you happened to lean towards a more chibi-esque or cutesy art style and doodled a dozen of him in that intentionally cute way across your notebook… well firstly he’s gonna have no problems putting two and two together, but he’s also gonna be pretty torn about the doodles themselves

because, yes it’s awesome and flustering to know that he was on your mind enough to drive you to distraction often enough throughout your lesson that you ended up with about a baker’s dozen chibi epels dotting the pages of your notebook — a lot of which are shockingly detailed and clearly inspired by actual things he’s done in front of you (one is of him in flight wearing his spelldrive uniform, and another is of him posing in the bunny outfit he wore back for white rabbit fest, for example) — but he’s also not keen on being portrayed in a cute way. even by his crush. because he puts in so much work to not be seen as delicate or adorable, and while some of the poses you drew may be cool in theory the art style itself just makes him feel a bit off

though when he finally returns the notebook to you he doesn’t say as much outright, instead just teasing you for the art he found and inviting you to sit in on his next club session (so he can show you how not cute cool of a guy he is when he’s in action)

and finally there’s the detailed, realistic sketch — the one that is sure to leave him speechless, pink from the collarbone upwards, too distracted to even copy your notes down for a good long while, and then notably more smug and eager to show off around you afterwards. because what better ego boost is there than seeing a detailed portrait his crush made because they clearly couldn’t get him off of their mind?

even better if you drew something from memory that highlighted the parts of him and his personality that he’s the most proud of. like an action shot from a game, the cocky smirk he gets when he challenges someone to a fight, the way he looks when he’s gotten the upper hand on another person, or something else along those lines. because that’s an immediate boost to his ego that’s gonna make him absolutely insufferable for the next few days

but he won’t be particularly upset if your doodle makes him look a bit softer, just as long as you make him look like himself and not the delicate little flower some of the guys around school seems to think he is

yeah… needless to say you really shouldn’t give him your notebook unless you know he returns your feelings and are prepared to get the teasing of a lifetime. if not, you should maybe just text him the footnotes and let him lean on jack for some one-on-one help instead…

r i d d l e r o s e h e a r t s

ever a stickler for the rules, even those left unspoken, riddle is going to lecture you for not paying attention and doodling during your classes instead. yes, even if your infatuation with him was what drove you to distraction. yes, even though you were kind enough to lend him your notebook to make up for the class he missed because he was sick. rules are made to be followed and he will not be making any exceptions for you just because he’s fond of you

that being said, it’s clear as day that his heart isn’t in it when he’s lecturing you for your actions — with the cracking of his voice over certain syllables, the strikingly red flush to his cheeks, the slight trembling of his hands, and his inability to look you in the eye the entire time giving away just how flustered he actually was by what he saw in your notebook. doesn’t make the lecture any shorter or less strict, of course, but it certainly softens the blow once you realise just how much you impacted him with your absentminded doodles

though, of course, the severity and noticeability of his flustered state is massively dependent on how blatantly lovey-dovey or otherwise indicative of you having a crush on him that the doodles he noticed happened to be. but that’s only to be expected given the circumstances

starting off with more vague doodles — like little hedgehogs trotting leisurely across your margines or floating teacups or perfectly symmetrical roses — riddle is smart enough to put two and two together enough to realise that you clearly have heartslabyul or one of the many students that call the dorm home on your mind. though he may not necessarily realise that it was him that drove you to distraction as opposed to one of his dormmates. that’s not to say that he doesn’t have the thought, or that he doesn’t hope that you’re thinking of him in that way over anyone else, because he does and it leaves him terribly red in the face and almost too distracted to study himself in the moment — just that he won’t ask you about those doodles unless you give him a very clear indicator that they were related to him. after all, the queen of hearts has plenty of rules against assuming and he refuses to risk either breaking a rule or embarrassing himself in front of you in such a vulnerable way

moving onto a more cutesy or chibi style of doodle, riddle is going to be equal parts embarrassed and flattered by what he sees. flattered because, well, he recognises his housewarden uniform clearly enough to know that every little sketch depicts him in one situation or another — one of him trimming a rose, another of him clearly happy and eating a tart, a few of him chasing after half rendered sketches of what he assumes to be ace or deuce, and even a couple of him posing in some especially cutesy ways (blowing kisses, making hearts with his hands, pouting, etc.). and embarrassed because, well, a lot of the little doodles depict him in ways he’s not so proud of and he’s mortified that you, his crush, saw him in those moments (or heard about it in enough detail to doodle it from memory). seeing this will leave riddle noticeably red in the cheeks and looking like he’s struggling to keep his composure when he finally hands you back your notes — because, well, there’s no need to worry about incorrect assumptions when you were literally doodling him with hearts in his eyes during your lesson

and sevens help him if he turns the last page of your lesson notes and catches sight with a very realistic sketch of himself because, well, then he’ll be left with absolutely no doubt about the fact that he’s on your mind just as much as you are on his. and the amount of effort you put into perfecting the shape of his eyes, the curve of his pout, and the unique style of his hair is both clear as day to him and more than enough to leave him speechless, pink-faced, flattered, and unsure how to go about asking you out — after your lecture, obviously, as he can’t just let you off because you happened to be drawing him

and if you happened to draw him in a cutesy way in the realistic style? like putting hearts all around his head, capturing him in a moment of unbridled glee, or so on? yeah he’s absolutely done for and not going to be making any progress on lesson catch-up for a good hour or so after seeing that… for better and for worse

again, though, you will be getting lectured about not paying adequate attention during class no matter what… and he will still be thanking you, earnestly and perhaps with slightly reddened cheeks, for being so generous and thoughtful to lend him your notes so he could catch up to the rest of your cohort. especially so if he can tell that you put in extra effort to clarify your class notes and add in any specific details from the lesson to make it clearer for him. standard riddle rosehearts stuff

but, if he can clearly tell from your doodles that you at least fancy him somewhat he will end his lecture with a warm (if slightly stilted in delivery from nerves) invitation to the dorm’s upcoming unbirthday party — delivered with a red face, and averted eyes, naturally. with an unspoken promise of you getting to take the king’s seat, if you so desire.

and if you do agree to attend? if you show as much of a desire to be around him as he feels about you? well you’ll be treated to one of riddle’s rare bright, earnest smiles, before he schools his expression into something more neutral, nods affirmatively, and turns to walk away (and compose himself) while telling you to make sure not to be late

s i l v e r v a n r o u g e

silver vanrouge is not a student renowned for his observational skills or for picking up on the more subtle hints of others. not to say that he doesn’t have his strengths — because he does, in fact, have a great many — just that those strengths happen to lay elsewhere. and that obliviousness extends both to his own feelings (which he didn’t even realise for what they were until sebek oh so helpfully berated him for being distracted during training by his ‘crush’ on you), as well as what the various doodles sprawled across your notebook may indicate

and, in fact, unless you specifically depict him in these doodles as opposed to anything more abstract, there’s every chance that he may not even realise that you got distracted by and started drawing him at all. not without substantial hints and help from his loved ones — and even then he may just dismiss it as coincidence, as he’s never been one to make assumptions and he’d rather not waste his precious waking hours fretting about something that may not be the case at all

even then, though, unless your little doodles of his face include very clear clues about your crush on him he’s unlikely to notice. and beyond being deeply flattered by the fact that you chose to use your talent to draw someone as ‘uninteresting’ as him, especially so if he’s already realised that he has feelings for you, the most he’ll do is compliment your work and thank you for sharing your notes without dwelling too much on the reason why you might have chosen to painstakingly map out the profile of his face or the muscles of his arms when he’s in a defensive stance during training…

again, unless lilia takes some pity on you both and intervenes enough to point him in the right direction. or sebek peeks over his shoulder and starts ranting about humans being too easily distracted by their feelings. whichever comes first

then he’ll be much more flustered, flattered, and comfortable approaching you and asking you out on a date after returning your notes — notably flushed a faint shade of pink from the collarbone up the whole time, which gives away much more than his usual stoic expression might

but circling back to the doodles themselves, his reaction in the moment will vary a bit depending on what you actually drew — though his admiration for your artistic talent will remain regardless of style, content, and so on

with more random vague doodles amusing or endearing him to you even further, even though he doesn’t necessarily put two and two together about them being related to him. in fact, with all of the random forest animals and swords dotting your page he’s more likely to just assume you’ve gained an interest in nature or in sparring — maybe even considering offering to train you himself… before nodding off midway through the thought and forgetting it entirely upon waking up again later on

more cutesy stylised drawings will fluster him, maybe even drive him to distraction a bit as his attention drifts from the notes he actually needs to copy over to the adorable little doodles you left of him. it’s strange seeing himself so ‘cute’ and ‘soft’ — though he’s sure his father would appreciate the doodles a great deal — but he can’t say he’s upset at seeing the little figures of him napping, sparring, and even just hanging out with his family (he finds your much more sketchy and angry looking chibi sebek to be hilarious, though his attention drifts quickly enough to a little doodle you made of him and lilia)

but it’s the more realistic, even if slightly unfinished, doodles that will really get to him. because the amount of love and detail and care poured into the work he was likely never meant to see is enough to really give him pause and leave him feeling warm and light in his chest. and that goes whether you just doodled him from the neck up, exploring his expressions and the planes of his face with a care that leaves his skin feeling uncomfortably hot, or if you doodled his silhouette in action from memory — e.g. sparring, walking, even just studying

he will be a bit embarrassed to see any doodles of him sleeping, though. especially if they’re incredibly detailed. not to say that he can’t still appreciate your talent or be flustered by the fact that you clearly pay a lot of attention to him just because of the position you drew him in… just that he’s gonna be a bit embarrassed in addition to all of that

v i l s c h o e n h e i t

now vil schoenheit is no stranger to being admired, to inspiring art in both abstract and direct ways, so usually he wouldn’t bat an eye at coming across some wayward doodles and sketches centred around his person in a notebook. but because you’re someone he’s started to become immensely interested in, and someone he trusts to the point of leaning on you for support after missing lessons, those doodles that he would have otherwise easily dismissed suddenly become much more important and worthy of appraisal in his eyes

in fact he finds the whole situation very flattering and it feeds his ego to no end to realise that his crush always has him on their mind in one way or another. even when you probably should be focused on other things. and to the point where you can’t help yourself but start sketching out his likeness or things that remind you of him

that being said, though, he also very strongly believes that paying attention during lectures is a virtue and will scold you accordingly the next time you see each other. especially so if your doodles were particularly extensive because vil knows all too well how much time goes into work like that and, as such, can get a good idea of how much time you spent not listening to your tutor

… though his tone will be noticeably more light and teasing, borderline flirtatious even at points, than it would be if he were scolding literally anyone else for slacking off. so do with that whatever you will

circling back to the drawings themselves and his reaction upon stumbling across them in the moment, though, his response is naturally gonna vary a bit depending on what he found tucked away in the pages of your notebook

with little random doodles doing little more than amusing and endearing him — especially if those doodles are a mixture of objects that clearly remind you of him in one way or another. the sketchy rendition of the dark mirror at the top of the page is a nice touch for sure, but the various potion bottles floating in the blank space between paragraphs are absolutely his favourite little doodles you created… with the little peacock strutting across the bottom of the page coming in a close second as he feels an odd sort of kinship with the tiny half-drawn creature

while little animated drawings of him are more likely to earn a smile, a laugh, and some more dedicated attention — especially if your little doodles captured him in more flattering poses and outfits. maybe in his dorm uniform sat on your best rendition of the throne within pomefiore, maybe in a costume he wore for a film he did and that you watched together some time ago, maybe a chibi-fied version of an outfit and pose he was in for an advertisement campaign recently, or maybe something else entirely. as long as it’s flattering enough, within the constraints of the style, vil will be happy with the result — and may even take some photos to keep for himself before he has to return your notes to you

and clear attempts to capture his features in a more realistic style, however sketchy or unpracticed they may be, will leave him notably flustered and flattered by just how much attention to detail you put into the work — because even though he’s more than accustomed to seeing fanworks of himself in this style, there’s just something softer and warmer and more real about how he looks in your sketches that leaves his face feeling unusually hot. and there’s nothing like seeing himself and his beauty through your eyes, and art, and knowing how distracting you just find him, to boost his confidence and further inflate his ego… you’d best hope that rook doesn’t see it, though, as unlike vil he will be making your crush public knowledge very quickly and very loudly

and if vil is in a good enough mood, has the time to spare considering his busy schedule, and knows you’ll take the gesture well, he may even add in some doodles and messages of his own. ever careful not to cover up your notes or drawings, and making sure to keep his little messages light and flirty in tone just to make sure you don’t misinterpret the gesture at all. better to prepare for the worst, after all

You sighed at the sight of your cookies now wrapped up neatly in a clear plastic bag. You worked very hard on them. And you wanted the treats to impress the person you gave them to. At least in flavor if presentation failed you. The heart shaped cookie cutter you used was a little wonky, so some of the cookies came out looking more like ovals and paint pallets than hearts. But surely your message would still meet his fuzzy ears. 

Today is Valentine’s Day in Twisted Wonderland. And you wanted to express yourself using something sweet. And, thanks to Sam, you could do that. You had bought a vial of shiny liquid. It wasn’t just any ordinary lemon extract. It was behind a glass case and filled with magic. When you bake it into something sweet, the magic will spread over the treat. And when you feed it to the person you have your eye on; you’ll get closer with them. 

It was pretty vague wording, but only because Sam told you it isn’t some kind of love potion. That kind of stuff is illegal if it’s permeant.  

“Grim?” You called to the direbeast from the bottom of the stairs. “I’m heading out! I’ll be back later tonight!” There was an exhausted groan in response. Grim had caught a terrible cold and was going to stay in bed for the day. You made sure to bring him a glass of water and a small tan of tuna with a tray of crackers to hold him over as he rested. You wanted to do more, but you couldn’t skip school today.  

Through a cough, Grim told you he was happy to get some alone time in the dorm. He’s a ‘man’ after all and has ‘important guy’ stuff to do. Whatever that could mean considering he’s too weak to flex his little cat biceps in the mirror right now.  

You adjusted your skirt, pulling it up a little higher to reveal a little extra skin on your stocking clad thighs. All in hope to look more eye catching to someone who would never look at you with a hungry gaze.  

You locked the door to the dorm as you left, giving a final goodbye to the ghosts and Grim as you made your way to the iron gate. The walk to school was quiet as your cookies crinkled and jostled in your blazer pocket. You wanted to give them to him as soon as possible. If something happened to your cookies during transport, you could already see yourself falling to the floor in tears.  

The dry dirt and stones crunched beneath your shoes as the chirp of birds kept you company during the trip. You wished that you could convince the Headmage to magically move Ramshackle a little closer to the school. Sometimes the walk would leave you winded due to it being so long. 

You made your way up the stone steps to the school entrance. Waving good morning and quietly greeting other students who spoke to you on your way through the heavy wood doors. You needed to stay on task. It was easy to maneuver through the ocean of students since you had done it so many times before. Your eyes sought out a familiar bushy white tail in the crowd. But it had yet to appear. You were so close to success. And you would have reached your goal if not for bumping into someone.  

“Sorry!” You apologized quickly. Your eyes widened as the cookies fell out of your blazer pocket and hit the checker tiled floor. “What are you in a hurry for? Class doesn’t start for another ten minutes.” It was Ace, grabbing the small bag off of the floor to look them over. You yelped when he began to undo the ribbon with a smile. “Ace stop! Those aren’t for you!” Sam didn’t tell you what would happen if someone else ate the lemon extract. But you didn’t want to find out. And of course, Ace was going to be a prick about it.  

“Cookie tax for almost knocking me over.” He crowed as he held the cookies out of your reach. You jumped and clawed at his clothes, trying to get them back. Watching as he tossed them from one hand to the other. “Cookie tax!?” You whined as many of the other students passed with small snickers as you struggled against Ace. “I only want one! Whoever these are for can’t be more important than me!”  

Of course that person is. That’s why the cookies are for them, not Ace. The cherry eyed boy continued tossing the treats from one hand to the other. Treating them almost like they were a basketball against his skilled fingers. Once he held them high over his head again; the treats were taken by someone much bigger than you both.  

Ace’s smile fell as the both of you paused in confusion. Your eyes began to glitter as you looked up to see Jack Howl standing just a few inches behind Ace. The small bag of cookies rested in his large palm. The treats were dwarfed in comparison as you fought back the urge to smile. It was nice that he always came to your rescue when you needed it. Even though he always said ‘I was just passing by’. 

Ace smiled awkwardly as you greeted Jack. “Good morning Jack!” You gave the beastman a bright smile. “And great timing actually.” You nudged Ace roughly with your elbow, digging it into his side as your delighted expression stayed unwavering. Ace grunted and took a small step away. All of your attention was turned to the wolf’s handsome face now. “Good morning Prefect... I was just passing by.” He spouted his famous line as a hand reached up to rub bashfully at the nape of his neck. You could see his tail swishing happily from behind him. 

“Here.” His deep voice was soft as he went to return the small bag of cookies to you. The gentle gesture made your heart sore and you had to shake your head. You wanted to squeal and kick your feet and yet you were left sheepishly digging the toe of your shoe into the floor. “Oh, those are for you actually!” You motioned to his hand and gently pushed with your smaller fingers.  

You helped him close his hand as Ace groaned in disgust. The red head slipped away only after kicking the back of your knees. Telling you not to be late to class as you nearly crumbled and stuck your tongue out at him in annoyance. “You and Ace seem closer than I remember.” Jack’s assumption made your head snap in shock. “Ace is more like a sibling than a friend.” You would rather listen to Sebek rant about Malleus than be intimate with Ace. “Don’t worry about him!” You gently patted Jack’s forearm with your palm. The action was intended as innocent, but you always loved the feeling of his muscles beneath his clothes. 

“What are the cookies for? I don’t remember you owing me anything.” Jack asked as he lifted the small bag to observe them closer. “Don’t just give these to me because I stepped in to help. I do that stuff because I choose to.” The beastman grumbled under his breath as his tail began to slow to a stop. “I’m not!” You were quick to correct him. You didn’t want Jack to think it was a pity gift. 

“I promise they’re for you. It’s Valentine’s Day so I made these for you as a gift.” You explained hopefully as Jack looked down at you in confusion. “Valentine’s Day? ... I think I’ve heard of it but... We didn’t celebrate it where I lived.” Jack’s ears flattened as he looked down at you with a frown. “Was I supposed to do something? Sorry, I had no idea-”   “Jack...” You felt your cheeks starting to burn.  

He’s so cute. 

“It’s just a holiday where you give someone something sweet in appreciation.” You explained hopefully. Taking mental note of Jack’s tail picking up speed once more. “It’s a friend gift that’s all. Girls give things to guys they like. And in March it’s a returned sentiment.” You shrugged with your hands folded near your lap. When you made those cookies they were done out of love. You do like Jack beyond being his buddy or someone he looks after.  

He’s strong and has a great head on his shoulders. Sometimes he can be dazzled by those he looks up to even to the point of being blinded. And he’s super handsome. Beastmen don’t exist in your world. It was very new when you first arrived in Twisted Wonderland. But you knew that you wouldn’t mind dating outside of your species.  

Jack was silent as he carefully tucked the cookies into his blazer pocket. They crinkled gently as he crossed his arms over his chest. “Thanks... I’ll remember to get you something in March.” He mumbled as his eyes darted away from yours. “I’ll eat these later...” You watched him stiffen up, awkwardly straightening his posture with his chest slightly puffed.  

All you could do was whisper a soft ‘okay’ as the bell signaling the start of class sounded above. You gave him a wave as he turned away. He used one of his hands to grip his tail to keep it still. Not wanting to bump anyone as he made his way to class. You didn’t even care about school anymore. You almost skipped to class the moment the halls emptied.  

-♡-  

During lunch, you decided to walk around the school as you ate. Waving and greeting some of the friendly paintings as they filled you in on gossip they heard through the halls. Next was your free study period, and you planned to spend it going over notes for an upcoming Ancient Incantations exam. Leona was kind enough to DM you his old notes through MagiCam and he gave them to you since you were looking after Jack now that he’s gone. You wanted to disagree with the prince. Jack was the one looking after you. 

The halls were empty as you finished the final bite of your sweet bread. Chewing slowly as you savored some information two of the painted princesses offered you. They knew of your fondness for Jack and had called you over the moment they saw you. Apparently, he didn’t look very well.  

He looked red and sweaty and he was swaying about. Stumbling through the empty halls before vanishing into the bathroom. It was advised that you go check on him. But make no sudden moves; he’s a beastman after all and he may be aggressive. You crept down the hall, following the path Jack took according to the paintings.  

Jack would never hurt you. You knew that. He was harmless and those big muscles were just for show. You stood before one of the bathrooms. Of course, it was a men's restroom. You were the only girl on campus, and Crowley refused to renovate the school on behalf of one person. Thankfully you had a key from Professor Trein to use the restroom in the teachers' lounge when you needed it. It was just a very long walk for you...  

You knocked on the door, leaning in close to listen for any audio cues. “Jack? It’s me! Are you okay?” You called out to the beastman, and he grumbled in response. “What?” You spoke a little louder. You didn’t know if it was a good idea to go in there. You couldn’t make out what Jack was saying, but you heard the word ‘cookies’. Your heart sank as you threw open the door. “Are you sick?!” The extract was supposed to help you get closer to Jack, not hurt him.  

As the door swung shut behind you, there was the sound of Jack’s grunting and discomforted sounds. They’re much clearer now with him in front of you. The beastman was slightly hunched over. His blazer and white uniform shirt were discarded to the floor. The green short sleeve he wore underneath was now between his lips and teeth. Assisting with muffling the embarrassing sounds that bubbled up from his throat. 

His belt was undone, and so were his uniform pants. And slowly back and forth you watched as Jack pumped his cock.  

You imagined it would be big. But seeing it with your own eyes made your face burn. Your eyes met his, and he never stopped his strokes. “I...” You trailed off, your throat dry from shock. “I’m sorry I...” You were honestly speechless. Did the cookies do this to him? You could see Jack’s tail wagging as his eyes scanned over your body. His face was flushed with a tint of red. He looked like he was burning up. You did your best not to look at his dick but it was hard with the soft sounds of his strokes growing more and more intense in the small bathroom space.  

“Maybe, since this is my fault-” You paused as Jack’s eyes narrowed. It sounded like he was growling. “I can explain the full story later! But I swear I had no idea it would do that!” You wanted to show him you were both innocent and guilty in the situation. “Let me help you.” You offered with a small step towards him. Jack’s body tensed and his hand began to slow.  

You couldn’t fit his cock in your mouth. You knew you couldn’t. But touching it would be okay. The beastman appeared hesitant the closer you got. His ears twitched and he watched you with uncertainty as you stood in front of him. Your hands brushing over his larger ones until you felt the velvety skin of his cock. It was moist with sweat and likely spit, and part of you wanted to try sinking to your knees against your previous judgement. Jack released his shirt from his mouth. He was panting softly as you stroked his cock.  

Going from the flushed tip, leaking with clear, sticky fluids and back to the base where a bristly patch of white hair greeted your fingers. “You don’t have to do that.” He growled, his warm breath tickling your skin as your eyes roamed over his well built body. You always wanted to touch Jack. But you can’t casually ask your friend to cop a feel of his body or touch all over his arms without your crush being obvious. “I know I don’t have to.” Your voice came out in a whisper. You felt Jack’s hand settle on your lower back. It never dared to go lower as you tried speeding up. He was shaking against you, his sounds getting louder as his cock twitched in your fingers. 

Each throb from his shaft made your heartbeat quicken with excitement. “Mmn- Cum-” Jack stuttered as he turned away from you. His ears folding against his head as you rested your cheek against his chest. You lapped at a bead of sweat rolling down his abs as you moved your hand faster and faster. His hips rutting impatiently into your fingers before he shook and convulsed. A thick jet of white sperm cascaded over your fingers. Coating your digits in the hot fluid as you slowed down, feeling your hand bump against something thick at the base where his pubes resided.  

You glanced down, feeling Jack’s arm snake around you to keep your body pressed against his own. He was gasping and moaning, a stream of drool rolling down his chin. You could see something strange with his cock. Something a human doesn’t have. It looked like it was swollen near the base. When you pulled your hand away to touch it, Jack winced.  

His cock was still hard. You looked at your semen coated hand then up at Jack. His eyebrows were creased and his eyes were screwed shut. “Jack?” You whispered his name, watching him turn away from you again. His ears still folded as his tail wagged with excitement. “If you want-”  “Can we?” The beastaman was already on the same page as you. His voice was meek and you couldn’t hide your eagerness. “I wanna help you for once. Since you always help me.” Jack was one of the sweetest people you had encountered since you came to Twisted Wonderland. You wanted to pay back the kindness he always showed you. Even if he claimed it was no big deal.  

You got up on your toes and pressed your lips against his warm cheek. Once your face was that close to his; he began to sniff you. Jack was sniffing your hair, he sniffed at your ears, then the space where your neck and shoulder connected. “Is this a beastman thing?” Your voice was quiet as Jack grunted in response. That would be a yes. “Come’r.” He murmured as he pulled you close, hugging you against his body with one arm until your legs dangled helplessly.  

You rested your head against his shoulder as Jack did what he needed to do for whatever was in those cookies to wear off. He unzipped your uniform skirt, pulling the button so the garment would fall loose. Sliding down your legs and leaving you exposed from the waist down. You pressed your thighs together, silently wishing you chose cuter underwear.  

You knew Jack doesn’t care about that kind of stuff. But you do. Jack was sniffing you again as he allowed your feet to touch the floor, only so he could slip a hand between your thighs. His fingers rubbed over your panty-clad cunt as his teeth grazed your cheek. He nipped you gently, stroking you back and forth with his thumb pressing at your clit.  

You whimpered through bit lips. Your body trembling as you went to reach for Jack’s cock again. Your hand coated in semen began to glide over his erection. It wasn’t long before your lips met. His fingers were trying to make their way inside of you. Rubbing and stimulating your pussy through the fabric of your underwear as clear slick began to seep through and leave a small wet patch.  

Your tongues met, and you forgot that you were standing in a public bathroom. Lunch time wouldn’t last forever. You knew you had to speed things up. You tried moving your hand faster. The action was sloppy as you moaned into Jack’s mouth. You could taste the hint of lemon with every kiss you shared.  

A yelp escaped your mouth when one of Jack’s fingers slipped inside of you. He had gotten your panties tugged to the side. Just enough for him to gain access where he needed it. He pulled his head away with a small frown. “Sorry, did that hurt?” He asked and you shook your head. It startled you. His finger was filling you and he used his thumb to slowly rub circles around your clit.  

You panted softly as Jack peppered kisses against the side of your face. His finger pumped in and out of you as your walls hugged the digit. Constricting around his finger as your body soon relaxed and accepted the feeling of intrusion. “Can I mount you?” The request was soft, tickling against your ear as you nodded in response. You weren’t too sure what the word ‘mounting’ entailed but you knew it had to do with sex.  

With the consent given; Jack rearranged your body. Your hands were now pressed against the sink, and he was behind you. You could see your face in the mirror as Jack’s hands rested on your hips. With how he was pushing you, you had to stand on your toes with your legs spread apart.  

Your eyes darted around until you landed on Jack’s face. He has yet to notice that the obscene act was being reflected against the glass. You swallowed as the thick, flared tip pressed against your hole. Jack rocked his hips slowly, his cock grinding against your cunt as you shivered against the surface of the large vanity sink.  

When he pulled back, and eased his cock inside of you, his lips met yours. It was an intimate act and a way to silence you as he pushed slowly. Working his large shaft inside of you from behind. His weight was pressing down on you, with one of his arms supporting you under your waist. You felt dizzy as Jack finally sank into the depth of your pussy. You could feel that strange, round part of his cock nestling against your clit. It was hard and velvety. It would throb against you with each test thrust Jack gave you.  

As your body relaxed around him, he began a steady pace. Your juices coated his cock, making it much easier to glide in and out. Your body was being stretched in a way you never knew before. Fingers, toys, nothing could compare. You babbled as Jack kissed you and allowed you to cling to his thick arm for support. Your nails digging into his bronze skin as you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror again. 

You were a mess. You could see your face was flushed, your eyes were unfocused, and the sight of Jack towering over you as he pinned your hips to his pelvis made you excited. Your hole clenched around his cock each time. His tip pressed against a rough patch of nerves inside of you. Dragging against your walls and stretching them to fit his size and shape. You exhaled his name over and over.  

When he picked up speed you could feel yourself going limp against the sink counter. “I-It’s in my stomach...” You wailed softly, wondering if the sensation you felt was true or a horny illusion. It was so deep inside of you that you feared nothing else would ever satisfy you. “No,” Jack growled from above. He yanked on your hips, then used your free hand to press the space beneath your belly button.  

The applied pressure forced you to feel every pump of his cock inside of you. “See. It’s right here.” Your eyes were rolling back as your thighs trembled as he moved faster. Your ass bouncing against his hips with each movement. You could feel yourself starting to twitch and constrict around his shaft. You were moments away from cumming and so was Jack.  

“Can..? My knot..?” Jack was grunting against your shoulder. His mouth near your neck as your eyebrows knit in confusion. A knot? Is that the round part of his cock? “Huh? Yeah?” You weren’t sure what he was asking. But you wanted it anyway.  

You wanted all of Jack.  

You felt him getting rougher, holding you tight against his firm body as he fucked into you. Trying to force that ‘knot’ at the base of his cock inside of you. You felt it pulse as he dug his teeth into your shoulder, the fabric dulling the pain. Your eyes looked to the mirror; and you saw Jack’s eyes. The golden yellow bore into your erotic expression as if he was committing it to memory.  

You gasped as the knot slipped inside of you. Keeping the two of you locked together as a flood of cum filled your hole. The warmth spreading through you as you laid against the surface of the sink. It was cool against your burning skin as Jack slowly rocked his hips against you. Working all of the cum in deeper as your eyes fluttered shut.