#absolute requests.

You lowered your head in shame. Your hands folded tight as you started to tuck them between your thighs to keep them from shaking. “So, ‘you don’t know’, is the answer you’re giving me?” Azul blinked rapidly. He was in total disbelief that you had no genuine answer to give him. You swallowed, attempting to wet your dry throat.  

Someone had stolen six hundred Thaumarks from the cash register while you were in charge of the shift. You were too scared to confront any of your co-workers. You didn’t want to accuse anyone. You were the only girl who worked at the Mostro Lounge and usually you kept to yourself.  

You marked the till as normal and you awkwardly texted Azul asking if you could speak to him tomorrow on your day off. You didn’t want to get chewed out that night. You wanted to cry into your pillow trying to figure out if you would get fired or arrested or something worse you hadn’t thought of. 

The only reason you became a key holder was because Azul bullied you into taking his offer. He paid you more than Crowley’s allowance did. And after getting stuck in a coffin for two hours while working at Sam’s shop, you desperately needed the career change. But your choice in jobs was now coming back to bite you in the ass.  

“I… I don’t know I didn’t want anyone to get in trouble-“ Azul held up a gloved hand in irritation. His other hand was pressing against one of his temples in agitation. “I’m developing a migraine.” You would too if you were in his situation. You could feel yourself breaking out into a cold sweat. Tears began to fill your eyes and you quickly blinked them away. Stifling your sniffles as your eyes remained lowered to your shoes.  

No one on campus would trust you with anything. They would think you’re a thief. You wouldn’t be able to show your face anywhere. Even if you ran away to hide on the island and look for work; word spreads like wildfire between Night Raven College and Royal Swords Academy. All the townspeople would be caught in between.  

You didn’t notice Azul staring at you. Eyeing you up and down with a quirked eyebrow. He shifted in his seat. Adjusting his hips to be more comfortable in his chair. “Do you feel guilt over what happened?” Azul asked, his voice like satin as you started to sob. Of course you felt guilt. You felt terrible. 

Azul slowly stood up from his desk. His chair creaked as he grabbed his cane. “You know,” his gloved hand began to glide over the wooden surface of his desk. His cane tapped against the floor with each step he took. “they say tears never solve anything.” You pulled your hands from your lap, wiping at your face with soft sniffles. “I disagree.” He was walking towards you now. His steps slow as you felt your stomach start to churn.  

Your instincts say that something is wrong. “Sorry-” You went to apologize again, your voice soft as you noticed the polished ends of Azul’s black dress shoes entering your vision. “No need to apologize.” He chuckled. You flinched and yanked away when you felt his gloved hand resting on the top of your head. You knew where this was going. And you planned to decline. “Oh- Um... Grim is waiting for me. I understand I’m being fired-” As you moved to stand, Azul gripped your shoulder and shoved you back down on the couch.  

The force made you wince as you fought back more tears. “Who said you were leaving? Grim will be fine for another thirty minutes.” The Mostro Lounge was still on operating hours. You brough Grim along to phrase it as a work meeting and leaving him with some money to get lunch and wait for you. You told him it wouldn’t take too long. You wanted to apologize to Azul again. It was your fault someone snuck their hands in the register while you were in charge. You should have been paying attention. “I-I’m sorry- Really I should go-” You yelped as Azul grabbed your shoulder again. Trying to force you to lay down on the faux leather couch.  

His cane was discarded and leaning against the furniture arm. “Don’t make this harder on yourself.” Azul growled. His gloved hand gripping you jaw tightly as you started to thrash and struggle. “Wai- No! Stop!” You begged. You were starting to hyperventilate as you tried shoving him off. Your hands pressed at his shoulders, but he wouldn’t budge. “I’ll work every day to pay you back! For free! Until it’s paid!” Your tears came streaming down your cheeks again. Your face hot and nose becoming stuffed as you kicked your legs, trying to get Azul off of you.  

“You can pay me back this way.” His voice was colder now as he licked your cheek. Lapping up your tears as you struggled underneath him. You were quickly exhausting yourself as his hands worked on your jeans, trying to get them down and off your legs. You tried screaming again. Begging for someone to come running and save you from Azul. The cool air in the office hit your clothed cunt. Your eyes widened as you wriggled around, momentarily getting free as you tried to kick and crawl away from the cushions.  

But to no avail. You only aided Azul in removing your pants. One of your shoes was discarded as he grabbed you roughly by the arm. With a yank, you were back to square one. Your throat was becoming raw from screaming and crying. You didn’t want to give up hope just yet. Someone would save you. You just had to hold out hope. “Azul please I’m sorry, I’m so sorry I will make sure you get your money back I’ll do anything-”  “I know.”  

Azul kept his grip firm on your jaw as his tongue laved over your bottom lip. You cringed in disgust and tried to turn your head away from him. Upon your refusal, he forcibly moved your head so he could get the angle he wanted. He tried again, forcing his mouth on yours as you grit your teeth tight. You were disgusted by the sensation of his tongue trying to snake into your mouth. Your hands pushed and your legs weakly kicked as he was on top of you. Nestled between your parted thighs as he rut his hips gently into your clothed pussy. 

You could feel how hard he was. How badly he wanted to continue even with your desperate protests. There was a knock on the door. Azul paused and raised his head. His hips slowing to a stop as you took in a deep inhale, ready to scream until Azul pressed his hand over your mouth, He forced your head hard against the cushions as your hands flew to claw at his arms and his hand in an attempt to pry him off.  

Azul is far stronger than he looks. “Who is it?” He called out, attempting to mask his annoyance. Of course he would be upset that someone was disturbing him. Your nails dragged over Azul’s clothes as you continued to fight. “Grim was asking about the Prefect of Ramshackle.” The voice belonged to Jade. You tried screaming and biting at Azul’s hand. He flinched and almost yanked his hand away from the pain. “I was wondering if you had seen her.” Jade’s comment made your eyebrows knit.  

Jade knew you were back here in Azul’s office. He walked you to the door when you came in. It only took a second to realize what Jade was really asking. He wanted to know what he should tell Grim. “She’s a little busy right now.” Azul responded, looking down at you with a frown. “Tell Grim that it will be another thirty minutes.” You were feeling hopeless now as Jade walked away from the office without another word. Of course he wouldn’t help you. His loyalty lies with Azul.  

You blinked away another stream of tears as Azul’s left hand wrapped around your throat. His fingers began to squeeze tight into the sides of your neck as you gagged and gasped. “I don’t appreciate being bitten. Are you an animal?” His tone was venomous as you grabbed his wrist. Struggling to breathe as he ground his pelvis roughly against yours. “Stah...” You couldn’t breathe.  

When he loosened his grip; you gasped. Your lungs burned and you felt light headed. You coughed, sputtering as he started to yank at your jeans. Getting them down your legs as he choked you again. You couldn’t scream and fight. Your first instinct was to survive now. Azul was strangling you against the couch as you started to give up. If you gave up he might stop choking you. You finally looked up at him. Your eyes wet with tears and your heart sinking into your stomach like a heavy stone.  

He was flushed. His expression dreamy as he watched you struggling underneath him. Azul was turned on. You wanted to call him disgusting. But as he loosened his grip again you gasped and coughed once more. “Those tears of yours... Are you trying to seduce me?” Azul whispered as you rapidly shook your head. You wanted to apologize for the money situation last night. You didn’t want this to be the outcome. You would have much rather gotten fired and what little reputation you had dragged through the mud.  

“Don’t lie to me.” Azul murmured as his gloved thumb rolled over your budding clit. Forcing the soft cotton fabric to scratch roughly against the fleshy pearl of nerves. Azul rested his hand against your neck, threatening at any time to squeeze and cut off your oxygen at any time. “Azul please stop- Please let me go...” You begged softly, blinking away more tears as your face went hot. Your nose stuffed and clogged with mucus as you felt Azul’s gloved fingers crawling into the crotch of your panties. Rubbing slowly over your puffy folds and coating the fabric of his pure white gloves in your slick. 

You weren’t wet because you liked this. It was a reaction to him stimulating your clit. You wouldn’t like this. You don’t like this... You don’t like Azul...  

There was the hurried jingle of his belt being loosened. Your eyes widened in terror as he nestled himself between your parted thighs. You could see his cock, long and flushed a peach pink color at the tip. Azul pulled at your panties until the fabric ripped and stretched. Leaving you exposed to his starving gaze. He swatted it against the entrance of your pussy. Grinding the tip against your clit as your grit your teeth.  

He didn’t finger you. He didn’t stretch you. He didn’t prep you at all. Because you know that he wants you to cry even more. Azul was getting off to you struggling and begging for him to stop. He was aroused by your suffering.   Because he’s freaked the fuck out. 

You let out a quiet string of ‘no no no’s as he began to sink inside of you. His fingers gripping  your throat as again as he let out a long groan from on top of you. Your legs began to shake as your walls were forcibly stretched. They convulsed and struggled to grow accustomed to the intrusion as you let out a strangled cry. Your tears rolled down your cheeks faster as a burning sensation lit up between your thighs. Your stomach tightened as he rocked his hips in and out of you.  

It was painful. You blinked away the tears as your hands shoved and punched at his arms and shoulders. When you pushed at his face, almost knocking away his glassed was when he laid on top of you. Your body flattened beneath his as he moved faster. His moans and whines in your ear as he roughly bit your earlobe. You yelped in pain as one of your heels dug into his back. Your other leg was dangling limp on the edge of the couch as you tried screaming again.  

Your throat was sore and raw, and it came out like weak whines for him to stop or slow down. His cock was beating into you. The tip drilling into the soft patch of nerves inside of your pussy. The more you cried and complained, the rougher he became. You wondered if the wetness between your thighs was slick, blood, or Azul’s cum. You didn’t want to look or ask. Your tits were crushed against his chest as one of his hands held your hip. Angling you into the position he needed as his balls swatted against your ass.  

Your toes curled tight in your shoes as you looked up at the ceiling. Your hands clawing at his back as you blinked away tear after tear. You were lightheaded now. Your body trembling as your orgasm washed over you against your will. Your vision flashed and dotted with sparks of light as your pussy clenched and gripped tightly around Azul’s cock. You thought you were on the brink of unconsciousness. At that point you were begging to pass out. Just so you could be freed from this nightmare. 

“I love you.” Azul whispered, and you grimaced in disgust.  

He’s a liar. 

You felt a briny warmth bloom inside of your cunt and you clenched your jaw to bite back a scream of terror. He came inside of you. Azul’s body shuddered above you as he panted in your ear. You could feel him smiling. He began to rock his hips again. Grinding into you as your clit twitched against the base of his shaft. Then, he started to thrust. “Are you crying again?” Azul chuckled as your voice regained strength. It was even more intense now. You thrashed and kicked into the base of Azul’s spine. But he showed no signs of stopping.  

His thrusts were even faster now. Slick and wet with your combined fluids as he pumped faster and faster. White strings coating his cock and making a mess of your cunt as the excess dripped down and left a small puddle beneath you both on the couch. You begged and begged, screaming until your throat was ruined. And yet no one came.  

You’ve always been fascinated by the sight of Jamil’s tongue. He never showed it to you on purpose. You just happened to see it. When he would focus on something, it would poke out from the corner of his smirk. You watched him eat, or taste test food for Kalim. You would see him laugh or catch him smiling to himself in a dark corner as if he was plotting something.  

Then, you saw how long it truly is.  

You were helping out with the basketball club when Floyd started cackling from one end of the court. Practice had finished for the evening. Most of the guys had gone to clean up and change back into their uniforms so they could return to their dorms. There was a small trio of familiar faces standing in an open circle. You saw Floyd sticking out his tongue, then Ace, and finally; Jamil. The length was bizarrely long compared to the average human standard. You were in awe, forgetting about the wire basket of balls in your hands as it slowly slipped from your fingers and nearly hit the floor. Then Floyd laughed again, and so did Ace, leaving Jamil to put his tongue away with a bashful frown.  

You aren’t sure you’re attracted to Jamil. You think he’s handsome, but that’s how you felt about a lot of guys. And you didn’t plan to open up about that with anyone else.  

You walked through the halls with a yawn passing your lips. It was nearing the final stretch of classes as you slipped into one of the bathrooms. It was usually empty and sometimes you chose to skip just to have peace and quiet. You didn’t expect to be followed. You expected the door to swing shut behind you; but the sound never came.  

You looked back to see a pair of cold, grey eyes. You tensed up and looked around before awkwardly stepping aside. You stretched a smile onto your face begging to whoever was listening that it looked natural. “Sorry, I’ll-”  “I want to talk to you.” Jamil stopped you as he let go of the door. It clicked shut, and he leaned against the solid surface with his arms crossed. You straightened your posture as your eyes darted around again. It was just the two of you in the bathroom.  

“About what?” You had no idea what Jamil would want from you. The two of you hardly interacted outside of passing comments and glances. You admired him from afar and enjoyed that he was unobtainable. You watched him tap a slender finger against his arm. The sound was muffled from his sweatshirt and blazer. His eyes fell shut for a moment. “About you stalking me.”  

You felt your heart fall into your stomach as you sputtered in shock. “What?! Stalk? No, I never- I don’t stalk you! I would never!” Jamil isn’t that interesting to follow around anyway. He’s either walking behind Jamil or sneaking off somewhere you wouldn’t dare to follow. Even if you wanted to. “Then why are you always staring at me?” He asked as he began closing in on you. You walked backwards hoping to find safety in a stall in case things got ugly. Jamil wouldn’t beat you up just for looking at him... Would he?  

“I’m not staring at you!” Your face was getting hot as Jamil drew closer and closer. Like a snake cornering its living feed. “You are, and I know you are.” You backed into a small stall with Jamil trapping you inside. Your knees hit the back of the toilet as he stared you down. Your heart was pounding in your ears and your breath caught in your throat. “It’s your tongue! I’ve been staring at your tongue!” You admitted louder than you would have hoped.  

“I’m only staring at your tongue!” You felt that repeating it was necessary. You didn’t care about what he was up to. Or what scheme he may be cooking up. You didn’t care about his personal life or anything of the sort. You just found that specific part of him eye catching. Jamil was silent as he moved in closer. You were forced to sit due to the lack of room as he closed the stall and locked the two of you inside.  

You were breathing through your nose. Your eyes focused on your knees as Jamil stood over you. “That’s all?” His tone was curious as you gave him a swift nod in response. “Yes.” The sound was strangled as you took the chance to cross your arms as well. This is embarrassing. Everyone is going to think you’re a creep. “That's not what I was expecting at all.” Jamil murmured as you remained looking down. “Well sorry.” You shrugged your shoulders.  

You expected him to turn and leave. To unlock the stall door and set you free to walk with your head hung in shame from admitting to your perversion. Instead, Jamil nudged at the toe of your shoe with his own. “What do you like about it?” The question still held that curious tone. But a little more bashful.  

You shifted on the toilet. Your mouth scrunched into a grimace before the muscles relaxed. “I think the length is cool…” You’ve fantasized about it a few times. Buying a sex toy is already more expensive than most of your wardrobe combined. But when you got your fingers wet enough, you were able to mimic the sensation of being licked. At least… That’s what you read online. 

“Oh really?” Jamil’s voice dropped as a shiver shot up your spine. You shifted again, giving him another quick nod. “I like looking. I didn’t mean to bother you.” You cleared your throat as you went to stand, only for Jamil’s hand to press on your shoulder and force you into sitting again.  

You made no effort to struggle or complain.  

“Now that I know you’re harmless, I don’t mind showing you up close. Unless you’d like to decline my offer?” Jamil hummed as your eyes widened. “Up close?” You lifted your head to witness Jamil sink to his knees and rest in front of you on the checker tiled floor. “Oh... Go ahead.” As if you would ever turn this down.  

You looked away with embarrassment as he helped you out of your bottoms. “After this, learn to keep your gaze more subtle. If I was someone else, who knows how they might react.” Jamil teased you as he pressed a kiss to your inner thigh. You flinched at the contact, your body shivering as he slipped your underwear down and hiked your legs over his shoulders. “I-If you want I can do you next!” You cracked a weak smile as Jamil’s long tongue dragged over you.  

Your back curved into an arch as your hands flew over your mouth. He tongue licked at the most sensitive spot before pulling away. “There’s no need. I don’t have time for that. This is to both satiate you, and teach you a lesson.” He laughed as he went to lick you again, and again. You yelped and whined behind your palms as your face was engulfed with heat. Your eyebrows were knit tight as you shook your head. “A-A lesson on what?!” You yelped as his tongue swirled around and you struggled not to kick his back.  

“That staring is rude. You could have just talked to me.” He purred against your inner thigh before pressing another kiss against the moistened skin. He kissed and licked and occasionally sucked as you kept your mouth behind your hands. Breathing through your nose and wailing softly from the overwhelming sensation. This was nothing like fingering and trying to replicate what people said online.  

This was amazing.  

One of your hands held onto Jamil’s hair. Your hips rocked and bucked against his face as the lewd sounds grew louder and louder. Your toes curled in your shoes as you fought back and swallowed your noises. Class was already in session, but anyone could make a trip to the bathroom. Jamil knew you were going to cum and he encouraged it through his ministrations. His mouth and tongue moved faster. His dark eyes bore into yours as tears pricked the corners and you fought to blink them away through clumped lashes.  

You came with a weak sob. Your body shuddered as you dug your heels into Jamil’s back. His dark blazer was scuffed with slight traces of dirt as he continued to taste you. He gave one, long, final lick before pulling away. You could see how wet his face is and that his cheeks were tinted with rouge. He panted softly as your legs remained limp over his shoulders. Your hand remained firmly clamped over your mouth as you slowly let go of his head.  

You don’t remember how you got into this situation. You remembered speaking with Azul in his office. He had brought up the Tweels, asking if you found them attractive. And you were honest with your answer. You had no reason to lie.  

They were charming in their own way. And they had an undeniable allure. Once again; you’re not sure how you got into this situation. You assumed the question was innocent. Just Azul making a passing comment, just being curious on how you felt towards his cohorts.  

You were laid across Azul’s desk on your back. You were blindfolded with someone’s satin tie. You had no idea who it belonged to. On one end, Floyd’s nails dug into your hips. He left your legs slung over his hips. He was laughing as you had your next orgasm that left you coughing and sputtering around the cock in your mouth.  

Jade was a little nicer. He would rock his hips slowly, letting you suck and work your tongue however you saw fit. He would pat the side of your face or gently massage your jaw. Cooing and gently encouraging you to do your best until the pair decided to trade places again.  

You would grip the sides of the desk, you would sometimes touch yourself or tease your nipples. You weren’t forced into this. You weren’t being restrained or blackmailed. At the time it just seemed like a good idea. Your brain was so fried you couldn’t remember what got you to consent to this.  

And where was Azul? You could hear him. But you couldn’t see him. Amidst your gagging and moaning, Azul would sometimes let out a dreamy sigh. That, or he would instruct the twins to switch places or touch and fuck you a certain way. He was observing from his desk chair. Sometimes you would hear the creak of leather and the sound of him walking away with his cane. Pausing to get a drink as the eels had their fun with you.  

He would stand and watch, sipping on whatever he poured before going to sit again. You knew he was smiling. And sometimes you could feel his eyes scanning over your body as if they were the glide of his hands petting your sweaty, sensitive skin. “Are you having fun my little pearl?” Azul asked curiously as he leaned back in his chair. You could hear his gloved hands folding over his lap.  

He was still dressed. You tried to speak, and Jade kindly removed his penis from the back of your throat. Floyd slowed his thrusts, rubbing his bare hand over your left leg as you slowly nodded, fighting to catch your breath. “You are?” Azul asked sweetly and you nodded again. “I am...” Your voice was hoarse from exertion. You were dizzy and tired and yet you wanted so much more. Azul’s gloved hand cupped your chin and he pressed a kiss to your cheek. A doting action before he slipped away and sank back in his chair to observe. “Jade, Floyd.” He called out to the pair who responded in unison.  

“Switch places. I want to see something new now.” He instructed as Floyd slipped out of you a with another soft laugh. Giving your thigh a firm slap that made you yelp. “Are you going to keep watching me?” You asked as Jade settled between your parted legs, drawing a heart beneath your navel with his finger as Floyd patted your cheek with his wet cock. “Of course,” Azul purred, clapping his hands as the two started to fill you again. This time, Floyd removed the tie from your eyes. You squinted at the sudden light of the room filling your vision. Your eyelids fluttered as Jade started a steady pace in and out of you. 

Ruggie Bucchi

A whimper passed your lips as Ruggie stole another kiss from you. Your hands gripped at the front of his baggy pajama shirt. You laid back on his bed. It was dark in the room, late into the night where the rest of the dorm was asleep.

It started as an innocent sleepover and turned into this. Ruggie smiled against your mouth as he continued to finger you. His skilled fingers pumped slowly. Pushing rough into that bundle of nerves inside of you. Your legs shook, heels digging into the mattress and bunched up blankets as Ruggie continued.

His cock rubbed against your hip as he continued. Your tongue pressed against his as your head became dizzy. You knew you were going to cum. Your walls began convulsing as your mewls and wails became louder. You felt his fingers moving faster, and Ruggie snickered. "You can cum. I know you wanna." He cooed sweetly as your eyes fluttered.

A tight coil in your stomach was seconds from snapping. Your body twisting as Ruggie gently encouraged you to orgasm.

Jade Leech

You writhed against Jade. Gasping softly as his grip tightened. Keeping you pinned against his body as he pumped his fingers quickly in and out of your hole. Pressing against that special bundle of nerves inside of you as your thighs shook from the intensity.

"Now, now, what's the problem? We just started." He cooed as he propped you up once again. You were alone in the Mostro Lounge after hours. Standing in the hall leading to Azul's back office where Jade suddenly made a move on you. The attention wasn't unwanted, just unexpected since the two of you had been intimate early that morning.

His fingers were long and elegant. Always hidden beneath gloves and now buried inside of you. Jade nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, smiling and chuckling at your reactions. Your walls twitched and throbbed as you felt your edge nearing. You could feel Jade pushing and pushing against that special spot inside of you/. Demanding an orgasm out of you.

You were excited to celebrate The White Rabbit Festival with Deuce. You didn’t have a holiday like this in your world. The race was exciting, and so was getting to dress up in a cute costume. Even if most people were wearing headbands and clip on tails. The two of you had made a tradition of it, especially since you had started dating since last year. 

The next morning, the festival would continue, and everyone was planning to walk around to find more souvenirs to take home. Including you and Grim. But there was a small mishap when the two of you were getting ready early that afternoon.  

Deuce lives in a very small apartment with his mom. There was nothing wrong with that. It was that some people forgot how narrow the halls are. Especially Silver. You and Deuce were hanging up and putting away the costumes in the hall closet. The door was open, blocking the way and obscuring the view of your sleepiest associate. 

Deuce was already inside the small space. Your boyfriend was pushing a box high on the top shelf and you were in the doorway. Deuce warned you that the door lock was broken. So, if you got stuck inside; someone on the outside would have to let you out. It happened to him once when he was little and his mom had to come to his rescue.  

And with a sudden shove, Silver had shut the two of you into the confined space and walked away with a yawn. It happened so fast, the two of you first started to panic. Your face was shoved into Deuce’s, your teeth clacked against his as your ass pressed against the door. His back was flush against the wall. Now trapped together in the dark; the two of you began squirming around and tried to create some space.  

That was the first mistake.  

Deuce’s thigh was pressed between your legs. Your crotch was grinding against his denim clad limb as you pressed your hands against the wall behind him. His warm breath tickled the skin on your neck as he shouted for Epel or Silver to come and rescue the two of you from the closet. He didn’t bother calling for his mom, she was out grocery shopping and wouldn’t be back for another hour. 

The two of you gave up on moving around. The space was heating up, and Deuce whined. “This isn’t working. Silver and Epel will notice we’re missing... The apartment is too small for hide and seek...” Deuce sounded optimistic, even through his shaking exhale. “We can just stay still...” He swallowed. Your lips were close to his throat and you did your best not to grind against his leg. “Until someone comes to save us...”  

Deuce’s voice was soft. His hands rested against the door as the two of you stayed tangled together. He did his best not to move, wanting to avoid the possibility of stimulating your lower half even more. But part of you wanted him to.  

You didn’t often have time alone like this. And being so close like this with no one around... It was easy to lose your sense of better judgement. “Well, what should we do to kill time?” You asked curiously as Deuce swallowed nervously. “Um...” He trailed off as you leaned in. Your lips brushed against his neck. “I dunno...” He whispered, his leg moving slightly as you started to rock your hips against him. “But if someone opens the door...” He mumbled as you started to kiss the soft skin on his throat. Deuce made no effort to stop you. He would if he wanted to. He wasn’t shy about speaking up which you were always grateful for.  

“They won’t know... The door gets jammed sometimes... Right?” You whispered, making your way along his jaw as he shivered against you. His chest heaved slightly as you indulged in the taste of his skin. “Right.” Deuce mumbled as your lips met his. The kissing  was slow and soft as he braced his hands on either side of you.  

The more you kissed, the distance decreased between your bodies. Your back was pressed against the door behind you. Your arms around Deuce’s shoulders as your tongues pressed against each other messily. The wet sound of your lips meeting made you even more aroused than you already were. You couldn’t stop your hips from rutting against his thigh. Grinding on the surface in search of friction. 

His cock was starting to strain against the denim. And if not for his muscular body against yours you would have sank to your knees. Sucking the tip, licking that special sensitive spot on the underside of his shaft. Maybe you could convince him to face fuck you like he hated you. But not now. Not yet. 

You whined his name between soft gasps. His hands starting to slip beneath your top in search of your chest as you combed your fingers through his navy colored hair. You wanted to have sex with him. You wanted him to fuck you against the door. You wanted him to twist you up into every shape possible and fuck you. You wanted it so bad.  

“Y’all in there?! What happened?! Did y’all get stuck?” Epel called out to the two of you with a tone of panic. You felt Deuce yank away from you. His breathing heavy and exhausted as his eyes widened. “Yeah! We got stuck! Someone closed the door on us.” He explained after clearing his throat. “Can you let us out?” He pleaded quietly.  

This was something that was discussed in the past. The curious words leaving your lips as Azul listened in with interest. It sounded fun. After spending late nights coming home to find you sleeping peacefully, the thought of taking you as you slept crossed his mind. It was just a matter of trust.  

You made sure to take a shower, wearing yourself out late into the night hours before Azul usually got home. You used your favorite soaps and scrubbed your hair before slipping on pajamas you knew would be easy to remove. You took a small bottle filled with little gum drops. The colors are like shiny gems in your palm. You ate two of them and laid in bed. Comfortable beneath the soft sheets as your eyes grew heavy, before finally shutting. The bottle was left on the nightstand. It was to act as a signal for Azul while you dreamed peacefully.  

Azul entered quietly. His keys jingled as he hung them up on a small hook in the doorway. He removed his shoes and yawned. His body was stiff and achy from sitting at his desk all day. His eyes tired from looking between the blue light filter on his work computer, then back to his paperwork. “I’m back.” He whispered softly. His cold fingers brushing along the smooth surface of the wall as he trailed through the dark house with a frown. His fingers seemed to have a mind of their own as the touched things through the shared space.  

The edge of a photo frame with an image of your wedding day. The side table that was a gift from his mother. The arm of the couch he let you pick out despite him saying it looked terrible; and yet he has the most amazing memories sitting with you and talking for hours.  

Azul reached the bedroom, his body still stiff and aching. You were asleep in bed. Your chest rose and fell slowly, and you stayed unmoving as Azul crossed the room. You said it was okay. Even if you didn’t discuss what day it would happen. Azul adjusted his wire frames to sit higher on the bridge of his nose. He glanced at you in bed as he slipped off his tie, then unbuttoned his crisp, white, dress shirt. You still didn’t move. You snored softly, oblivious to Azul’s wandering gaze.  

He looked you over. He memorized the shape of you with the blankets hiding your body. And his mind began to wander. When you whispered to him how much fun it would be to have sex with you at your most vulnerable; he flinched. The idea of taking advantage of you while you slept soundly was frightening. You should be awake and alert. That was the right thing to do when it came to intimacy.  

But this was about love and trust. This was why you made yourself an easy target for him. You didn’t want him to bother shaking you awake or going to bed stressed and pent up. He noticed the bottle of melatonin on the nightstand. You mentioned in passing that it was supposed to be a silent message for him. Since you wouldn’t be awake to say ‘yes please fuck me Azul’.  

Azul continued to undress. His belt slipping through the loops and clattering to the floor. He unbuttoned his trousers and paused just so he could adjust his glasses again. Sometimes you baffle him with your ideas. Sometimes you leave him resting a hand against his chest in shock. But he would never love you any less. He just needed time to come around to whatever scheme you were cooking. Maybe it was as fun as you promised.  

The weight in the bed shifted as he crawled under the blankets on his side. Azul’s cold fingers trailed along the places where bare skin was exposed. His lips found your throat as you remained unmoving and unaware. Your lips parted as you breathed softly. Occasionally your breath would hitch from the sensation.  

Azul’s hands crawled beneath your pajamas. One sought your nipple; the other sought your hole. Your pajamas were soon discarded as he enjoyed the feeling of your skin against his. His mouth grew feverish as he kissed along your neck. His teeth and tongue would glide over the flesh as your pulse point remained steady. 

When he pushed a finger inside of you, only then did you jolt. A soft moan left your lips and your thighs trembled. Azul moved slow, watching your face contort from the pleasure before relaxing again. “You’ve never slept this heavy before...” He mumbled to himself. Melatonin was a foreign concept to him. But he did like how submissive you were in your sleep. Entirely vulnerable to whatever he wanted and how he wanted it. 

Azul sat on his knees between your parted thighs. The blankets rested on his shoulders as he looked down at your sleeping face. His cock slowly rocking against your hole as a hand continued to tease your budding nipples. “You really won’t wake up?” He asked as your eyebrows gave a small twitch in response. “What a shame. Maybe next time, we’ll discuss switching places.” He chuckled as he leaned over to press a soft kiss on your forehead.  

He reached into the nightstand, his hand patting around for the familiar crinkle of foil. He took a condom and opened it, his eyes darting to your face during the process of sliding it over his cock. “I must say, I understand why you asked me to do this. It would do wonders for a bit of roleplay my little pearl.” Azul whispered as he began to slide into you. Holding your hips firmly as he moved slow. Your insides were nice and relaxed and every so often would hug Azul’s shaft when he nudged against that special spot inside of you.  

He rolled his hips slowly. The soft smacks of skin made his cheeks flushed. The two of you have had sex many times. More than your fingers could record. But Azul always had a rouge tint on his face when he was inside of you. “It always feels so good...” He cooed as he set a steady pace. Your legs were draped over his hips as he leaned over to pepper your face in kisses. Soft moans left your lips as the drags of his cock in and out of you caused your pulse to pick up speed.  

Even under the influence of melatonin, your body still remembers Azul’s. Your body still recognizes pleasure. “If I was a vulgar man I would have done this raw. But it’s not very fair to do that while you’re sleeping.” Azul nipped at your earlobe with a smile on his lips. His hips picked up speed as you unconsciously flexed your toes. They curled tight before relaxing under the soft blankets. “Does it feel good? I bet it does...” He panted as a small bead of sweat rolled down your temple. You and Azul were both coated in a thin sheet of salty gloss.  

The room was getting hotter and hotter as your face began to twist again. Your body stirring as your inner walls clenched around Azul’s throbbing cock. Gripping tightly and relaxing at the sensation of being fucked. “Are you going to cum? Oh, please feel free. No one is stopping you.” Azul encouraged you through a whisper as your body shook and trembled. You began to cum. The proof of your orgasm was an explosive pooling of fluid, and a weak sound leaving your mouth as you relaxed bonelessly against the pillows and sheets.  

Azul kissed along the side of your face. His thrusts were relentless as he felt himself reaching his own peak. His eyebrows creased as his cock twitched and throbbed. His nails began pressing crescents into your skin as he let out a strangled sound and filled the pale colored condom. The latex was filled with an alarming amount of cum. And Azul panted with an expression of shame.  

It was hot today. The air was thick and humid as you walked through the empty, outer corridors of the school. You were sniffling to yourself and rubbing your aching arm. You were still sore and bruised from the last Overblot battle you wanted no parts of. It was never something you wanted to be involved with, and you always got hurt as a result. Today, you wanted to be alone. You needed some space from everyone and decided to skip class for an hour. Just to find a nice corner to cry in.  

But the air was sweltering today. And it was barely May. It had been raining a lot recently, the end of April showers. You sniffled some more. Your eyes downcast at the tips of your shoes as you trekked along. “Child of Man.” The deep voice startled you. You nearly jumped with fright as you whipped around with wide eyes.  

Malleus was the last person you expected to see.  

He was dressed down to his crisp white shirt. His long hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and you could see a peek of what you assumed were unformed horns, or thick scales, protruding from the center of his forehead. “Oh! Hey!” You greeted him awkwardly as you pushed a smile on your face.  

Malleus wasn’t a bad guy. He wasn’t very sociable either. And you didn’t expect him to ever see you crying. “Why are you upset? Has something happened?” He moved in close as you took a small step back. “Uh, no? I mean- I'm just stressed.” You sputtered as you looked around awkwardly.  

This would be the perfect time for Ace or Deuce or even Kalim to come running over as a comedic relief. But no such aid came to you. Of course not. Since when did anyone ever think about what stress you went through? “Stress?” Malleus parroted back as you nodded slowly.  

“I get stressed out like anyone else on this shitty island.” You grumbled in annoyance as Malleus took another step towards you. “And yet you cry instead of being wrathful?” His voice tickled your eardrums as you kept your head lowered. “It feels good.” You admitted as a bashful heat settled on your cheeks.  

Crying does feel good. It feels like a release of tension. Like a balloon slowly losing air. You did it privately where no one was around to bother you or ask questions. But sadly, someone had caught you at your most vulnerable. You made a mental note for the future. You would fake being sick and tell the ghosts to kick ectoplasmic rocks while you sobbed face down in bed for a while. 

“There,” you rasped softly as you finally pushed the button of your blouse through the thin fabric slot. You could tell the top was begging for mercy, but this was dire. “this will work at least for now…” You murmured, careful not to exhale too much as you paid for the garment and left the little shop on the boardwalk. 

As wonderful as it is to be well endowed, sometimes you felt like it was an inconvenience. And you didn’t always enjoy the wandering eyes when you wore a swimsuit. You had forgotten to bring something to use as a coverup, and all the shops had were tacky souvenir tops in hideous neons, sweatshirts, and  kids clothes. You found a place with blouses but they didn’t seem to be in your size without a bit of sucking in and effort.  

You wanted to push your luck. And it’s just for today.  

It was close to summer break for Night Raven College. The beach was calling your name. Cater organized the event for everyone to show up and take over the beach, unapologetic to anyone from RSA who planned to swim. Typical. You adjusted your tote bag on your shoulder as you walked down to the ocean on a little stone path. Careful that your sandals wouldn’t slip as you kept your breaths shallow. You waved hello to some of the guys as you walked by. Your face warm when you noticed their gazes moving towards your chest.  

The blouse was white, but the material was thick. There was only the faint color of your bikini top and maybe a hint of the outline. At least you hoped. In the shop mirror it looked fine enough.  

“I’m back!” You called out to the large, red umbrella sticking out from the white sand. “You shoulda asked me to go with you.” The voice was gruff, yet soft, and you watched as the familiar white tail began to thump against a mustard colored towel. He was happy that you were back. “I know you don’t do well in the heat, and I was fine! I was there and back like I said.” You smiled, trying not to exhale too much as you made your way over and sat down on your own pink towel.  

The shade felt amazing. You and Jack were mostly in charge of the drink cooler while Leona played referee for Savanaclaw’s biggest game of Chicken. You opted to stay with Jack under the shade and you would swim with him once the sun lowered enough.  

“I just worry… About…” You listened to him trail off as he stared down at you. His eyes seemed to sharpen and one of his ears twitched. You looked up at him, then down at your chest. “What?” You watched him blink a few times as he frowned. “You look like you’re going to burst.” His tone was flat as you looked down at your chest. “Really?! It’s the only size they had…” Maybe having a second set of eyes for judgement was better than trusting a mirror.  

“Can you breathe?” Jack sounded a little more concerned as you gave him a nervous smile. “Well… I mean yeah…” You gave him a weak smile as his brows creased in response. “No you can’t… You can wear my shirt. I brought one.” He turned to look through his beach bag as a warmth settled in your face. He’s so sweet.  

“Thank you Jack.” You smiled to yourself as you moved in closer. The sand was clinging to your sunscreen coated skin as Jack held up a red button up with white flowers littered along the hemline. You would be drowning in the shirt, but you felt happy knowing it was Jack’s and you could wear it until you felt comfortable taking it off. “Don’t mention it… Now breathe before you pass out.” He grumbled awkwardly as your eyes met.  

You could see a faint flush in his face. You let out a small laugh, finally exhaling fully before a loud ‘pop’ cut through the air. Then a yelp of pain from Jack. One of the center buttons had been stretched down to the elastic threading. The little white button had gone flying and shot Jack in the center of his forehead. He had fallen back holding his skull as you cried out a string of apologies. You could feel more buttons coming apart, thankfully not as projectiles.  

You opened the cooler with embarrassment and pulled out a small cardboard box of coconut water. You got Jack to sit up and gently moved his hand away from his face. You could see the bright red mark where the plastic had cut a small gash into his skin. You kissed the spot and pressed the cold box against the spot.