#divus x reader

Vil Schoenheit

Divus Crewel

To be honest, all of this was starting to irritate you. Your friends' endless overblots, their indifference to your problems… Hell, they don't even ask how you're doing! None of them! And you're practically fainting from overwork and poor nutrition. Although it's not their fault that you have such a disgusting daily routine and lifestyle, right? But they could at least ask for the sake of decency.

The inaction of the Headmage was also getting on your nerves. This useless parody of a principal was diligently (no) trying to pretend that he was trying to find a way to get you home, but you seemed to have completely resigned yourself to the fact that this would never happen. And Crowley still had the courage to call you to his office every Friday, ask how your studies are going, knowing full well that everything is terrible, give you three and a half yen for living expenses and forcibly throw you out of his office! By the way, you haven't heard from him for a long time.. Is he on vacation again!? What a jerk-!

In general: You are tired. Very. Very much. It's like your friends don't care, you will never see your family again, and you have two hryvnias and one kopeck for living expenses.

Although, even if you think that no one notices your exhaustion, you are wrong.

Someone did notice.

Mozus Trein.

The old man has a nose for teenage problems, he is a real father, one of the few teachers, if not the only one, who has children

who had..

in general, he knows how depressed children behave. Experience!

"Perfect." - a male voice, this time imbued with a previously unfamiliar warmth, tears you out of your stream of thoughts. You raise your head only to see that you are left with your precious professor all alone in the classroom. It takes you a few seconds to realize that they are talking to you and that the room is empty.

The professor looks at you, the tense frown on his face softens when your eyes meet. - "It seems you spend too much time with Kingscholar, he is a bad influence on you, you are already starting to fall asleep during my lectures." - Trein shakes his head, but his tone is light, as if he is trying to joke.

"Ah…" - you straighten up, rubbing your eyes, trying to get rid of a horse dose of fatigue. - ".. I'm sorry, Professor, too much workload lately."

Trein puts his fingers on his chin and closes his eyes. - "Let me ask what kind of workload? I can't remember me burying you in too many assignments? Is Crewel being too harsh with you? Maybe I should figure it out-.."

"No, absolutely not!!" - you rush to interrupt him, waving your hands. - "Professor Crewel is not to blame for anything! It's Crowley who is piling a lot of work on me."

"Hm."

After that, you very clearly felt the difference between what kind of workload you had before and what you have now.

Unbeknownst to everyone, Trein was softer, more gentle and affectionate towards you: He praised you more often, called you to him after classes just to chat and relax, to talk about your problems.

It's so warm and cozy next to him, as if you were sitting by the fireplace under a fluffy knitted blanket, sipping ginger tea with milk.

He's your outlet, the one you can come to in any state and he will give you that parental love and care that you so lack.

Oh, how he misses his daughters.

10/10 ideal father figure.

Divus Crewel.

"Pup, come to me after class." - Crewel's voice, like a whip, cuts through the concentrated silence of the classroom. His tone sounds like a threat, a question rushes through your head: what have you done? Your classmates cast sympathetic glances at you, as if they have already sung the last verse for your soul.

But you silently fulfill the request, as always. When the classroom was empty at the end of the lesson,Crewel with some suspiciously serious and displeased look, which looked too much even for him, crossed his legs and looked at you so persistently and intensely that you could practically physically feel a hole being burned inside you.

"You… wanted something, Professor?" - you ask, awkwardly playing with the sleeves of your shirt, which is unforgivably big on you.

"I'd like to know what's going on with you." - Crewel begins. - "When you first came here, I could write off your shortcomings and mistakes to the fact that you're new to this world and just adapting, but now… You've been here for two years and you still make the stupidest mistakes in my lessons." - The professor leans back in his chair, twirling his pen between his fingers. - "But you're not stupid and I know it. So the only explanation for your sloppy approach is… fatigue." - The man concludes, looking at you with either condemnation or regret, it's hard to say.

You rush to come up with empty excuses, to tell the professor that everything is fine, that nothing bothers you, that it seems to him, but he covers you up faster, before you can utter a word: - "Let me guess, a ragged parrot is unable to take care of his most valuable student?" - He sees how you immediately quiet down, confirming his point.

"I see. So, listen to me, pup." - Crewel says,a little softer than his original commanding tone. - "If you need anything, then don't be shy, come to me."

He worries about you, sincerely worries. But what angers him most is the fact that Crowley is the reason for your fatigue.

Crewel almost killed Crowley after your conversation, he was ready to rip out all the feathers of this pigeon, for the way he behaves.

Why does Crowley avoid you when he sees you next to the professor?

He will not treat you in any special way in class, at least, he thinks so.

Crewel himself does not notice how he speaks to you much more tenderly and softly than to the others. The way he unconsciously ruffles your hair like you're some little animal, the way he turns a blind eye to some stupid mistake while checking your test, for which he would mercilessly take a couple of points off if it were another student.

You like chatting with him, especially gossiping. He turns out to be a very good friend, haha. But his advice, despite all his tenderness and warmth towards you, is quite harsh and firm.

"You need to be firmer." or "Don't let them treat you like that. You're not some kind of dirty mutt, right?"

8/10 great father figure, but maybe he shouldn't coddle you in front of everyone, it's not professional! Although, who cares? 10/10.

Sam. why doesn't he have a card yet(

You stood at the counter, looking as pathetic as you could, staring at your planned purchases - tuna for Grim and a couple of packs of instant noodles. You didn't have enough money. You really didn't.

Sam could have sworn he almost burst into tears right there on the spot along with you, just from looking at your saddened face. - "Hey, hey, wait-!" Sam reaches across the counter to grab your sleeve before you can leave without buying anything. - "I'll give it to you for free!"

You blink at him, not quite sure if he's serious or not, because well… it's Sam. But he's dead serious. - "Really..?"

The man exhales, completely taken aback by your innocent charm. - "Yeah, really." - And at that moment Sam was ready to give you all the treasures of his shop, just to see how a spark of joy flashes in your eyes, how a bright, sincere smile blossoms on your lips, and how you, infinitely grateful, shower him with gratitude.

He would like to see more often how your tired face lights up with a smile.

Sam knows firsthand about your money problems, the fucking bird does not give you enough!

He is ready to offer you a part-time job in his shop.

Believe me, he will pay you much more than Crowley.

He absolutely gives you generous discounts, and when he feels especially generous, he can even give the goods for free, if it is a food item. (Just don't tell the other students, otherwise they will get even more impudent!)

Sam thinks that he can do little to help, not imagining how happy you are that you can eat something other than miserable noodles.

He's too young to be a father! At least that's what he told you. But he's willing to put up with being an older brother or a cool uncle. So 7/10 father figure, 10/10 cool uncle

Somedays you look and question what brought you to certain points in your life, sometimes wanting to punch the daylights out of a certain haughty monochromatic luxury loving mage. Other times, you wondered how you could be as lucky as you were to be in a relationship with the same mage for nearly a decade. 

And on days like this, you never felt more at ease. Even if you were trying to keep the whine from leaving your throat as your fingers gripped the sheets like they were the final straw allowing you to hold onto your sanity. 

If someone ever asked what it was you and Divus Crewel could ever have in common, your answer was simple. 

Mind blowing sex. 

Even if it did have Divus rolling his eyes at your bluntness if asked before remarking it was your shared exceptional skills in potionology, because your fashion sense was an utter disaster. A shared skill that had made both of you despise each other as teenagers.

“I refuse to accept that, that, rumbled thing that looks like it crawled out of the garbage bin of a thrift store beat me!”

“Oh, did I bruise your pride, you pompous chessboard ?” Mocking him as you stuck out your tongue like a petulant child instead of a teenager waiting to hear if they had been accepted into one of the magical colleges in the world. “Maybe you should learn to tell your ingredients apart before entering a competition.” 

“Worthless hag.” Hissing the words at you as you headed off with the judges through his teeth as he scowled after you. He’d lost by a mere point, and as much as it stung his pride he’d win next time. Grinding his teeth as he watched you accept the little trophy. 

The next time, he did win. 

“Here I thought the students of Noble Bell College were supposed to be good at potion brewing.” Smirking behind his goggles as he passed you. “I guess that rumour was wrong if you were selected. Pity. I had hoped to have real competition.” 

You were growling deep in your throat, ready to lunge across the cauldron in front of you and throttle him. “You won because of a single technical point, if the judges had eyes I’d have won you skunk.” Your hands clenched tight enough that the tendons were visible as you spat the words at his back. 

The students from the other school in the Interscholastic potion tournament just shrank away from both of you. Terrified of the two first years that had left even the third years in attendance in the proverbial dust based on scores.

And so it went, every potion competition seemed to have two star candidates for the next three years, be they put on by schools or third parties. 

Both of you always trading first place with the other. Snarling insults at the other all the while, even mages nearly three times your ages were starting to fear having to be near the two of you. 

Yet as much as you both hurled insults and never held back the visible disdain, one thing was clear. 

You respected each other. 

“Hey, look boss. Isn’t that the bitch who keeps trying to one up you?” The lanky teen next to Divus pointing across the street where you were walking with one of your friends. 

“Jasper.” Waiting until he had the taller teen's full attention. “Call her a bitch again and you’ll find something in your food to have you clutching a toilet for a week.” His expression bland as Jasper blanched and started sputtering apologies. 

“Is that Divus Crewel?” Following your friend’s line of sight and taking note of the white and black haired teen. 

“Who’s he?” Your dormmate asked as she tilted her head. 

“He’s the moron that keeps our little potion master from winning every competition in twisted wonderland.” Your friend laughing before bumping her shoulder into yours. 

“If you were half as good at potionology as he is, Racheal, you’d be the second best student at our school.” Huffing before you glared at her. “Don’t call him a moron when he knows more about caustic magical reagents than our professor does.”

In your final year at college, things shifted. You knew where you wanted to go for your internship, and when you got your letter confirming your acceptance, you were giddy. The company only ever took one student on as part of the learning program, with you getting the spot meant you had beaten Divus and his stupid face. 

Unaware that at Night Raven College, Divus was feeling the same elation at winning. 

Both of you were furious that first day when you saw each other, and the head researcher had been laughing when he said how the company had wanted both of you to be there for the year as interns and had accepted two students for the first time. Both of you had grown more upset when you learned you were going to work together on most projects and it was a miracle the building was still standing. 

Everyone that shared a lab with the two of you would come to view that first month as terrifying. You and Divus Crewel were like water and oil, there was no getting along between you at all and if someone else interjected, that poor unfortunate soul became the target of your fiery spats. 

Those same people, would say they didn’t understand the sudden shift one day. The two of you seemingly became friends, as if overnight the two of you could work side by side without a single insult hurled. 

“Did someone replace them?” 

“I know. It’s kind of creepy how well they get along now.” 

“You are aware we both possess ears that function aren’t you?”  Divus had looked up from the beaker he had been measuring ingredients into while you had been weighing a fine powder. 

“And the only constant in this world is change.” You’d looked at them with a grin. “Or maybe we realized we’re the only two people in the world this good at potionology or…” Dragging out the word as you handed the folder paper holding the powder to Divus, who added it to the beaker. “Who else would we have conversations with over the difference of fresh vs dried nightroot as an endothermic catalyst?” 

When the other two researches just walked away shaking their heads you and Divus shared a look before both of you started laughing low. 

If anyone had bothered to check the security footage from the night before, they would have noticed that the two young adults had been trapped in the elevator for five hours with nothing but a bottle of water and a bag of pretzels between them. Even the worst enemies could put aside their differences to starve off boredom until the gears were fixed. 

It came as no surprise that both of you graduated from your respective colleges with honors.  It was however, rather shocking for most people to see the two of you on friendly terms at a cafe after graduation, and neither of you entering competitions anymore. Your lives also took separate directions, with you pursuing a career in research and development while Divus went into his other passion which school didn’t allow him to pursue for credit. Fashion. 

Another surprise for the world was when you, in a frumpled suit in a bland grey had attended his first fashion show. Seated just past the first row of onlookers and clapping the loudest when Divus made his appearance at the end. 

A night of celebration had followed, and at some point just before midnight neither you or Divus could be found.

You could taste the tannins from the wine on his lips as Divus corralled you against the wall in the broom closet near the bathroom. Moaning low in your throat with how he dominated the kiss while you dragged your fingers along his scalp. An opening Divus used to shove his tongue into your mouth to press his against yours, flooding your sense of taste with the wine he’d been drinking and the undercurrent of something you couldn’t place. You try to reciprocate his actions, and the kiss just grows messier and more desperate.

Until you’re both separating for air, your fingers still in his hair and his hands gripping the meat of your ass as he adjusts his legs to keep you wedged between the wall and his body. “I’m going to burn that fucking suit.” Panting with his shoulders heaving as he looks at the fabric that does nothing for you. 

“No you’re not. I’ve only got the one.”  Your chest is aching as you heave, trying to get more oxygen into your lungs as your gaze keeps going back to his lips. “And not while I’m wearing it.”

“Then take it off.”

“We’re in a broom closet!” You might be hornier than you’ve ever been in your life with what feels like a waterfall gushing between your legs, but you are not drunk enough to consider having sex with Divus in a closet. 

“I guess this party is over then.” It stings a little when you hear those words, one of his hands leaving your ass to grab his phone and typing something in before hitting a button and lifting the device to his ear. “Ah, yes, Horace. Is the carriage for my ride home already here?” A brief pause before you see him smirk and theres a flash of those stupid fangs that make your stomach clench before he winks at you. “Good. I’m leaving through the back door, I have another more important matter to attend to at home.” Clicking the device closed before leaning in to ghost the tip of his nose along your throat before stopping when his lips are against your ear. “That should be a suitable location for you to take this infernal garment off.” 

You have no memory of the trip to his apartment, or through it. Just getting to his bedroom before the two of you are wrapped around each other. Pieces of clothing tugged and pulled in your haste to get out of them until you’re left in your bra and panties and Divus his underwear. 

Underwear that is straining to hide his erection and has you swallowing as your nerves break through the remaining fog from the wine at the party. “Divus?” Suddenly aware of something you don’t want to tell the man.

“Yes?” He’s reaching out to trail one of his hands along your arms as you shuffle in place. 

“I. Ugh.” Why now does your mouth feel like it’s full of cotton as you look around his room, taking note of how everything has its place and it looks more like a staged area for a magazine than somewhere he sleeps, but the color and classic decor screams Divus. 

“If you’re having second thoughts we can stop.” His other hand moves to your other arm, stepping into your space and pressing his forehead against yours. “I want you, but not at the expense of your comfort.” 

You can’t help the small groan you let out as your hands move to land on his chest and you keep avoiding his eyes, feeling your cheeks burn as you mutter your answer. 

“Pet. I can’t hear you.” 

“I’m a virgin.” Your entire face feels like an inferno as you utter those words as lowly as you can but just loud enough for Divus to hear. “I-” 

“Shush.” Lifting one of his hands to your chin and forcing you to meet his gaze. “Then we’ll go slow, and I’ll just have to make sure you’re ready for me.” Tilting his head to kiss the corner of your mouth. “A single word, and we stop.”

You nod, still feeling like your mouth is full of cotton, letting Divus guide you towards his bed, his hands roaming your arms and back while covering your face is soft pecks. You might still feel the trembling of your fingers but you go back to sliding them along his scalp. 

When the back of your knees hit his bed that tightness in your stomach returns, a bit of awkward shuffling as you move onto it. Pausing when you hear Divus let out a sigh. “Divus?” You’re fucking this up and it has the heat racing to your face. “Sorry. I’ll just go.” Shuffling towards the edge and hoping you can find your clothes before you ruin your friendship. You should have known when he pulled you into that closet that it was just the alcohol in his system and yours. A pipe dream that he might have actually wanted you, and now you were embarrassed that you’d let your stupid crush on him get the better of you. 

“If that’s what you want I’m not going to stop you.” Another sigh and you watch him run his hand up his face and through his hair as if he’s frustrated. “Even if it is extremely disappointing.” 

You just blink at him before you narrow your eyes. “Why?” 

A single chuckle leaves him before those mercurial eyes of his take in your form again. “Why? As in why am I disappointed?” 

You roll your eyes at him as that edge of embarrassment leaves you. “Yes you pompous ass.” That gets him laughing, his real laugh this time before his hand reaches out to take one of yours. 

“There’s that spicy temper.” His thumb traces the lines along the inside of your palm as he continues. “I know how to respond to that side of you, to meet that stubborn streak.” His eyebrows furrowed as he finds the small scars and calluses from your work. “But you acting meek? That, I don’t know how to react to.” 

“I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing.” Your nerves are back as you glance away. “Plus, wouldn’t you rather someone that does, someone that’s more..” You trail off as you motion at him with your other hand. “Your kind of person?” 

He’s sporting that annoyed look he gives you, the same one he used to send when you told him his way of chopping up ingredients was wrong. “My kind of person?” Another sigh as his thumb shifts to ghost along your palm near the joints of your fingers. “Sometimes you are absolutely obvious to anything that isn’t scientific in nature.” You let out a scoff at the insult ready to pull your hand away from. “Do you have any idea how annoying it is to know how often my attempts to flirt with you go over that dirt addled head of yours.” Another sigh, but you notice the slight pink tinge to his cheeks. “ You are my kind of person. I thought tonight you might have finally realized that.”

In your mind you’re going over all of your past interactions since the elevator, even some of the ones before and you feel the tips of your ears starting to burn. You’d just thought it had been him being your friend, not him actively trying to make his feelings toward you known. “Now I want to leave for a different reason.” It’s you who shifts this time, leaning into him and letting your forehead land against his shoulder. “I know you said we’d stop if I wanted.” Biting your lip briefly before you keep going. “But are you sure you want this? I mean, not to keep being mean to myself but I really don’t have a clue what I’m doing.” Closing your eyes as you start to ramble, glad he can’t see your face even if he can feel the heat from your skin against his. “I mean. I know how to get myself off, but that was more for stress relief than anything else. I don’t know what to do with a partner.” 

A huff from Divus that you feel as much as hear as he coils the arm that isn’t attached to the hand that hasn’t left yours around your back. “No one knows what they’re doing the first time.” There’s a catch in his voice, one that takes you by surprise as you shift to look up at his face. “It’s why I sought out partners who knew what they were doing to learn.” At least now you’re matching, his face looks as red as the gloves he’s taken to wearing. “I thought that would be preferable to us being awkward when you finally took notice of my affection.” 

You let out the smallest of laughs at his confession, reaching to place your hand on the side of his face as his expression sours. “Oh Divus. I fucked that up all on my own.” At the lifting of an eyebrow you elaborate. “The making it awkward part. The other part, about you wanting to learn so this part wouldn’t be is actually making my heart do stupid things in my chest.” Which is true because you can feel the pounding of it at the back of your throat. 

Leaning in to ghost your lips across his you let out a small laugh, aware of the dampness at your eyes. “If you still want this, will you help me?” Letting his lips catch yours when he tilts his face to follow your movements. Unlike all of the other kisses tonight, this one feels different. Like it’s charged somehow, that you both know it’s not just for the sake of getting the other turned on, it’s not desperate movement. Just, more. More feeling, more tender, like being aware at last that the other has been feeling that same attraction. 

“Get on the center of the bed, Pet. Then lay on your back for me.” Whispered against your face when he breaks the kiss for air, and as you move this time it isn’t as awkward. Laying down and watching him as he pulls out a series of foil wrappers from the bedside table. 

“Someone’s feeling ambitious.” That earns you a chuckle as he rejoins you, dropping the condoms on the bedspread beside you. 

“Perhaps.” Laying down on his side he’s quick to lean over you and catch your lips in another kiss, soft movements of his lips as his hand lands on your stomach with a feather light touch before he starts to trace random patterns into your skin. “Or perhaps.” Shifting so he can ghost his other hand along your arm. “I don’t want to risk too long of an interruption once we get started.” His index finger sweeping along the band of your underwear, teasing the soft skin there. “Because I don’t plan on sleeping tonight until you’re too exhausted to move.” Another kiss and you let out a low moan as his hand slips under the material of your underwear. 

You feel your stomach tighten as his fingers rub along your slick skin, teasing your folds in a way that makes you pant and whine. The touch so different from when you’ve run your own fingers along the puffy skin. “Does my lovely Pet like that?” Kissing the side of your mouth before he trails his lips lower, along the edge of your jaw. You let out a muffled noise as your brain briefly disconnects from your mouth with the tip of one finger breezes across your clit. “You’re soaked. To think, you wanted to leave, then you’d have to deal with this all on your own.” 

Another small gasp escapes you as the hand along your arm has moved to rub along your chest. Divus is leaning more over your body now, with a knee between your legs to keep his weight off you. “Tell me Pet.” Exhaling over your damp skin making you shiver as he pulls your bra down to free one of your breasts, palming the mound while still teasing your sex. “Do you think of me when you get yourself off?” You nod as you arch your back, your body seeking more of his. Only to feel the pressure ease. “Words Darling.” 

You swallow, and realize he’s not going to return the pressure again until you do. “Yes!” Crying out before moaning when that pressure returns and the tightness in your core follows suit. “I’d pretend it was your fingers touching me.” Its not a lie, but its hard to deny how the real thing is a lot better than you had ever imagined. 

“Oh? Did you slide your fingers inside that slick hole of yours and pretend they were mine?” 

“Yes!” 

“Like this?” There’s an undercurrent of teasing in his voice as he pushes a single digit inside of your walls, causing you to cry out as he twists the digit. 

“No! You’re better.” Flushing as you admit it, because his fingers are thicker than yours, and longer. The one inside of you brushing a bundle of nerves that you didn’t know existed that has you feeling an ache you’ve never felt before. 

“Well now. I knew I’d be better than your fantasies.” His nose at your throat as he starts to pump that single digit inside of you before adding a second. “But now I want you to know just how much better.” You can hear the smirk in his voice but you don’t care, feeling the familiar burn along the small of your back as your abdomen clenches. 

“Divus-” You’re close. Embarrassingly so compared to how long it usually takes you to get to the peak with your own attempts. 

“Don’t hold back.” Opening your eyes, unsure when you had closed them to find those silver orbs watching your face like it's the most interesting thing he’s ever seen. “Let me see you cum.” A few more pumps of his fingers and you do just that, letting out a soft whine as your walls clamp around his digits. “Such a good girl.” Hearing the words whispered with reverence makes you tighten even more, something Divus takes note of. 

You’re breathing deeply as you try to slow your breath from your orgasm, feeling those thick fingers when Divus pulls them from your core. Watching through hazy eyes as he lifts his hand to his lips and stick the two wet digits into his mouth, letting out a moan of his own. “You taste good Pet. Pity I think tonight would be too much for you if I decided to eat you out.”

You let a strangled noise as you use your hands to hide your burning face. “It would be.” Just the thought of Divus’s face between your legs is causing your skin to heat up again to the point that even your ears are warm. 

That gets you a laugh from him as he wraps his fingers around your wrists to pull your hands away. “Don’t hide from me Pet. I want to see all your reactions to what I’m doing to you.” Leaning down you can taste yourself on his tongue, it isn’t bad but you aren’t a fan either. 

When he pulls back you notice the self satisfied grin on his face and you playfully swat at his elbow. “You’re far too pleased with yourself.”

“If you had the view I did, you’d find yourself in a similar situation.” Grinning as he let his hand drag across the skin of your stomach again. “That expression of relaxation is better than I’d hoped for.” A brief flash of one of those little fangs of his and you feel your stomach tighten once more. “And you’ve only had two of my fingers so far.” 

“Does that mean it’s time for one of these now?” Reaching out to pick up one of the condom wrappers and holding it between the two of you. 

“Not yet.” A soft smile on his face as he repositions himself and lowers your hand back to the bed to drop the foil packet before guiding you to palm at him through his underwear. “You need another orgasm or two before this is inside you.” You swallow at what you feel, it’s a lot bigger than his fingers are.    

“Can I do anything for you?” Flushing again after you say the words which gets you an endearing smile before Divus is kissing you again. 

“Next time Pet. Tonight, while I plan to leave you exhausted, is about you.” The idea of there being a next time has you smiling like an idiot. “For now, lets get back to it.” Reaching down to cup your boob that is still out in the air. “I didn’t get a chance to enjoy these as much as I wanted during the first round.” Adjusting himself so his face is lower this time, it doesn’t take him long to trail his fingers over your soaked panties. 

“They are just the right size for me.” Rolling his palm against the skin you can feel as your nipple starts to pebble from his touch and for the first time you’re learning just how sensitive they are. That added to his fingers once more working at your core after pushing the sodden fabric away has you starting to pant already. “Thats it, just relax.” His warm breath washing against the skin of chest before you feel his mouth against your chest right between your breasts. Jerking against him at the sudden addition of a third finger while his teeth clamp on your bra and drag the material down to free your other breast. 

“Darling.” There’s a pang of annoyance in his voice again. 

“Yes?” 

“Like it or not, you’re getting new undergarments. I can taste the cheapness soiling the rest of my meal.” You want to roll your eyes and tell him to get over it. Too bad you don’t get to as his mouth descends on the newly freed breast, sucking on the soft skin in a way that has your hips jerking upward, forcing his fingers deeper inside your cunt. Your entire body spams and your senses are going haywire, unable to decide which sensation to follow. Between the feeling of Divus’s hands and mouth your second orgasm is fast approaching. 

“Touch me.” The two words bring you back to your senses for a moment. “Put your hands in my hair or on my shoulders.” Growled against your skin before Divus goes back to placing long licks to your nipple before using the tip of his tongue to toy with the hardened nub. You did ask him to help you, and you realize why it said it as you slide your hands along his shoulder and the nape of his neck up to his hair. He might be assaulting your senses, but touching his slick skin is giving you something to help ground yourself from tipping over the edge too quickly. 

When he sucks at your nipple out of the blue you whine, arching your back and digging the tips of your fingers into his scalp. A muffled moan from the man currently working to push you to another orgasm while also dragging it out. You try to keep your focus on the feeling of the strands of his hair through your fingers while the mounting pleasure keeps pushing you closer and closer to that edge, until you do tip over it. 

Screaming Divus’s name as your muscles clamp down, only this time he doesn’t stop. If anything, he works his fingers harder and faster inside of you, pulling on the strings of a third orgasm that follows the second one closely enough that you cry out when your whole body goes rigid before you slump back against the plush bedspread. 

While you lay there panting with your eyes closed and an arm across them to block out the light Divus is finding his own chest heaving. His cock throbbing painfully against the soft material of his underwear as he pushes his damp bangs back from his eyes to watch you. In his original plan for the night, you would have already cum on his cock several times, but the knowledge that you were in fact still a virgin had caused him to shift. As much as he was pleased that he was going to be your first, and only if he had his way, it also meant you needed to be thoroughly prepped. Hearing you scream his name had almost been enough to make him cum in his underwear. If that was the volume you hit from his fingers, well. He realized he might need to invest in better sound proofing for his home. 

Leaning across your body and dragging his mouth along your ribs while he grabbed the roll of condoms he smirked at the soft little whine you let out. You were even more responsive than he had hoped, this was turning out far better than his fantasies from the shower and pretending the women he brought to bed in the past were you.

When he first went into fashion, he found the attention flattering in a way that was different from his time in the spotlight when it came to his skills as a mage. It was what he had always wanted, and he shone there far more brightly than he had while brewing potions. It was easy to follow the allure of the attractive people all around him, but you kept invading his mind. Your face appearing with that soft smile that you first gave him in the elevator. When he admitted he had always wanted to be a fashion designer, but the moment he showed he had magic, his mother had decided he would be a mage. Not him. Yes, he was gifted, but it had never been his dream. Everyone told him to be a mage, to the point it became expected of him. 

Until you. “Do what you want to do Crewel. Its your life, not theirs. Do you really wanna wake up one day and realize you hate your life?” 

You saw him, and didn’t ask anything of him but to be his friend. It was after he first woke up in bed with a model that he realized that wasn’t what he wanted either. Sure, the women he’d met so far were clever and smart. But none of them were you. You saw him, but you sure as hell didn’t bend the knee to his whims either. You were just as likely to call him an idiot about what he was doing as you were to agree with him. 

Trailing his hand along your side as he paused to watch you, the foil between his fingers temporarily forgotten. You were far from the most attractive woman in Twisted Wonderland, yet to Divus, you were more beautiful than the others combined. With your lips parted and heaving chest as you tried to get your body back under control. 

“I’m starting to think you still hold a grudge and you’re trying to kill me.” Just saying the words has you panting, hyper aware of every part of your body and just how heavy it feels. A pleasant heavy, like you’ve come back from a long run and you’re ready to relax. 

“If I am, it’s so I can bring you back the same way.” His fingers coil around your forearm to lift your arm away from your face and flash you a wink before growing serious. “Feeling alright otherwise?” 

You nod, licking your lips. “Yeah. So much so that I feel like I’m in a bit of a haze.” Hearing the sound of plastic and foil being ripped open you tilt your head. Swallowing as Divus frees his cock from his underwear. The skin flushed and you take note of the shape, part of you wondering how he’s going to feel inside of your body if his fingers were enough to make you feel stretched to the limit. “I’m feeling nervous again.” Admitting it softly while he rolls the latex down to his base. 

“I’ll take good care of you, you just need to tell me if anything hurts.” Pushing his underwear down his hips before he turns his attention to you. Hooking his fingers into the sides of your panties to drag them down your legs. At the same time you shuffle to help him and reach behind your back to get your bra undone. “I’m burning these with that damned suit.” 

You can’t help but snort at how adamant he’s been about the destruction of your clothes. “Not everyone can have your fashion sense Mr. Fashion designer.” 

“They should.” Letting out a rather undignified squawk when he slaps one of your butt cheeks. Not enough to hurt but you still feel it. “Regardless, I plan to go through what you call a closet in the coming days.” 

“You make it sound like this is just to get into my clothes.” Chuckling when he starts to adjust your body, lifting your legs to one side and tossing your ankles over one of his shoulders. 

“You should have no doubt my intention was to get you out of your clothes, Pet.” Smirking as he makes another few adjustments before he starts to rub his wrapped head against your thighs. “Dealing with the rest of your clothes is an added bonus. Outside of the Lab I want people to look at you and take notice. Sadly how you dress takes away from them seeing that sharp wit of yours.” Dragging his lips along one of your ankles before nipping at the skin there. His cock slowly rocking between your thighs and over your clit, his lenght catching some of the moisture still dripping from your sex and slowly coating him and your thighs. “Now enough about that.” 

Brushing his hand along the underside of your calf as he starts to move a little faster, the way his cock bumps into and places pressure on your clit has that familiar warmth spreading across your skin already. “Last chance to stop Pet.” 

“No, I.” You swallow as your brain starts to focus in how he feels rubbing against you instead of your words. You need to get this out before he thinks the no was to stop. “I wanna feel you inside.” 

Another shift of your body as he moves your legs to make space for his hips between your thighs. Nudging the slick opening of your sex with the head of his cock before he catches your gaze. “I expect you to be vocal and tell me to stop if anything hurts.” 

“Ok.” Biting your lip as you reach a hand down to grab one of his, interwining your fingers as awkward as the position is before he starts to press forward. You can feel the pressure of the tip as it spreads you open before he starts to push inside, it’s different than his fingers. And so much better. Feeling a tingling along your spine as he slowly spits you open. 

A long exhale as Divus keeps his focus divided between watching your face for any sign of pain and the sight of his cock as it disappears into your body. “You’re doing so well, you feel so good. Just keep breathing Pet, almost all the way in.”

You let out a low moan, you feel so full but none of it hurts. He’d been right about the orgasms helping, and you already being well on your way to the next one thanks to his thigh fucking. You can feel your pulse in your neck as you briefly forget to breathe, waves and pulses spreading through your body from your core. Divus’s cock hitting places deep inside of you that you’d never felt with your fingers, the walls spasming around his cock causing him to twitch. A positive loop as the more he twitches, the more it hits your walls, causing you to tighten again. 

Feeling when Divus stops moving, you don’t need him to say it because you can feel it. The head of his dick pressing against a place deep inside of you that has stars hovering at the edge of your vision. “Divus.” Panting a little as you squeeze his fingers. “You feel so good.” 

“As do you Pet.” Another adjustment as he slowly leans forward to pull your hand upwards with his as he rests on his elbows and stretches your legs. “You’ll feel even better in a little bit, I’m just waiting for you to adjust.” Kissing your closed eyelids. “Then I’ll make you cum on my cock, as many times as I can if that’s what you want.” Feeling his lips brush your temple as he waits and you can’t help but sigh in contentment. 

“I feel so full.” Admitting as you lift your other hand to sliding it along his arm and up to his shoulder. “I almost came a minute ago.” 

“Believe me Pet, I could tell.” Another brush of his lips as he waits until your pussy no longer feels like a vice around his cock. “Just keep breathing and hold onto me if you want.” 

The slow drag of his cock against your walls has you panting as he pulls back before slowly pushing in again. His speed increases the more you relax around him, and it isn’t long before the only noises are both of your laboured breathing and the sound of wet skin on skin. Once in a while because of the position you can feel the skin above his cock brush against your clit, placing pressure on the bundle of nerves that makes you moan. And as that orgasm builds inside of you, you know what you want in that moment. 

“Divus.” Crying out his name as you shift your head. “Kiss me. Please.” Begging when his hips snap forward and the fine hair brush that small bundle of nerves. There isn’t a verbal answer from him, instead he just tilts his face to connect your lips. The movements jarring but you still have what you want, messy as it is with salvia dripping from the corners of your mouth. It’s not refined, not coordinated, but full of passion as his tongue teases yours. 

And in that moment, you cum, hard enough that Divus feels like he’s in a vice and follows you over the edge as his seed spurts inside of the latex. 

When he comes back from his moment of bliss he lets out a small laugh as you look at him as if you’re drunk. “What’s so funny?” Even your voice sounds slurred. 

“Nothing Darling.” Shaking his head as he moves to untangle himself from your body. “I simply wasn’t expecting you to make me cum right away. I’d wanted you to have several more orgasms before I shot my first load.” Placing his hand between your bodies and starting to pull himself and the condom out. 

“Divus!” He stops at the slight panic in your voice. “Can’t you stay inside? For a little bit?” Feeling that familiar warmth return to your face at his look of confusion before he lets out a small laugh. 

“Not with this condom.” Your inside feel empty when he pulls out. Watching him remove the latex before tying the end in a knot and tossing it towards the other side of the bed and onto what you assume is the floor. “I’ll need a few moments before I can go again.” That doesn’t stop him from pulling another condom free. “That being said. There is another position we can use if you just want me inside, one that we can cuddle in if you wish.” 

“Please.” You nod, feeling embarrassed now because of how much you want him back inside of you after having had sex with him once. 

“Shift over some.” You move and watch as he lays on his back, his cock jutting up in the air. “Throw one of your legs over me, I’ll help you.” Placing your hands in his as you get into position, hovering just above his dick. “When you feel ready, lower your hips.” You nod, letting your weight allow you to sink down onto his base, sighing at that familiar fullness, unaware that you’re making a face that has Divus licking his lips. 

He could get used to that face. 

“Feel full again?” You nod, letting Divus tug you forward so you’re laying on his chest. “You could ride me in this position, or grind against me.” Trailing one of his hands along your back and you sigh as you let your body settle more atop his. “Or like right now, just rest with me inside you.” 

“It feels good.” You admit as you snuggle into him, placing your hands on his chest and tracing random patterns into his flawless skin. “I like it.” 

“Just remember that in the morning.” 

And after several more rounds, you tap out. Too exhausted to move and out of energy when you fall asleep. In the morning, you wake to the sound of birds chirping outside the window and a warm body pressed to your back. Hissing when you try to roll over to face Divus, who is wide awake. 

“I told you, you would be sore.” He did. Though you don’t regret it. 

“Will I be able to leave this bed?” 

“You will. However I don’t think you’ll be going far.” That has you raising your eyebrows and you realize you’re wearing a pair of underwear that feels a lot softer against your skin than the pair you’d been wearing the night before. 

“Divus. What the fuck did you do?” 

“Merely kept my word Darling. I burnt that offensive suit.” Leaning in to kiss you. “When you want to leave you can borrow some of my clothes for now.” 

“I’m going to kill you Crewel.” 

“Promises promises, Darling.” You don’t kill him, but after he throws more than three-quarters of your clothes out you come pretty close.

You let out a soft whine at the tug to the collar around your throat, pulled from memory lane as your back arches slightly and you’re forced to release the material you’d been gripping. 

“It seems someone is being a bad girl again today.” Following the pull backward as the leash attached to the collar grows taunt until your back is pressed against a familiar chest. “I told you to pay attention, why aren’t you.” You don’t answer right away. Waiting for the command that goes with it. “Speak, Pet.” 

“You said I wasn’t allowed to cum, Master.” Trying to keep your voice meek. “I was thinking about the past to try and stop myself.” 

“The past.” His breath is hot against your ear, but not as hot as his cock still pounding into you from behind. “What had you so interested that you got lost in your own head?” 

“You, Master.” As much as you want to reach back and touch him you won’t. Not without a command, and certainly not while wearing the bright red collar around your throat. “The first time we had sex.” His hips still for a second and you hear the briefest sigh from him. 

“If you think nostalgia is going to get you out of your punishment, you’re wrong, Pet.” Divus runs his nose along the shell of your ear. “I made it quite clear I didn’t want you to touch yourself before I got home tonight. And what did I find?” Another pause as you wait to see if he’s going to answer his own question, or get you to. “Speak.” 

“Me. Sitting in my collar with one of your replica cocks in my cunt, fucking myself stupid.” You’d grin if you thought you could get away with it, but the full body mirror across from your bed would have outed you. 

“Exactly. And bad girls take their punishment of not getting to cum until their Master has caught up.” Back to snapping his hips and you bit your lips to hold back your moan. “Lucky you for, in your adventure to the past I caught up. I thought you’d notice the amount of cum seeping from your cunt by now.” Trailing his hand down from your breast over your stomach and to where the two of you are joined, your breath hitching as he presses his bare fingers against your folds and lifts them so you can see the creamy substance in the mirror.

The view has you tightening around him, holding back the temptation of licking your lips. “Now for the real question.” Mouthing at the skin just below your ear and making eye contact in the mirror. “Does my Pet deserve to cum with her Master? I expect an answer.” 

“Yes, Master.” You know this part of the game well. “I didn’t lie when you asked how many times I came before you got home. I didn’t argue with my punishment. Please let me cum with you.” 

“Your cunt certainly didn’t feel like it was lying when we started.” The pressure on the leash is released and you go back down to all fours, spreading your legs to let him snap his hips with more force. “We may need to continue your lessons another time, I won’t allow you to slip back into bad habits.” You can’t help it this time, you tighten at the thought and Divus’s hips falter for a moment. 

“Oh, you naughty thing.” His hand slaps your ass before moving down the outside of your thigh and drifting inside to toy with your clit. It isn’t long before you feel his hips still and he pinches your clit, your orgasm that you’ve been trying to deny all night pulled from you with a gasp. 

Slumping forward into the sheets as your arms and legs go boneless. Your hips held up by Divus with his arms around your middle. In your post orgasm haze you grin at the feel of his lips moving up along your spine until his fingers are fiddling with the clasp of the collar around your neck. “Playtime is over Darling.” His lips moving along the skin that had been under the soft leather before he lets out a huff at the clear indication of it having been too tight. “There is a reason I don’t like you putting this on yourself.”  

You ignore his comment, it’s not the first argument about it and it won’t be the last. “Well Babe, how was your week because mine was fucking shit?” Arching your back and rolling your neck, letting out a soft exhale when you feel Divus slip his cock from inside your walls and the trickle of his cum sliding down your thigh. 

“Language Darling.” Hearing the bed shift as he leaves it, heading for the walk in closet with your collar and leash in hand. “The last thing we need is for the children to pick up on your foul mouth.” 

“If our babies are going to pick up anyone’s foul language, it’s yours. You should have heard what Pearl was snapping at Pongo for on Wednesday. She called him a scummy inbred that could fall of the side of the earth, all because he stole her rubber squeak toy.” Doing your best to get off the bed before any more fluid dripped down your thighs, heading towards the bathroom. 

“We clearly have different views on what constitutes foul language.” Hearing him call out as you flip on the shower for the water to heat up. “As to your question, terrible. Did I text you about the student who dropped an entire cup of Lantern blossom nectar? Or the one who somehow took out an entire shelf of powdered chemicals?” 

“No, but your students sure sound a lot like my staff in the Lab. One of them somehow improperly fitted the joint on one of the holding vats, to the point that it exploded because it couldn’t vent the pressure through the off gassing valve.” Stepping into the shower and glad for the hot water beating down onto your skin.

A few moments later the shower door opened again and you felt Divus step in behind you, curling his arm around your waist. “At least that explains why I came home to you sitting there with your collar on.” You move to the side to let him have more access to the spray from the overhead nozzle. 

“Well, I figured you weren’t having a good day today at least. Seeing as you were an hour late already by the time I got around to putting it on.” Friday, your favorite day of the week like most, because for you it meant your husband came home from his weekly stay on Sage Island. “And you did text about the Lantern blossom student. How big was the shelf the other one took out?” 

Reaching for the shampoo bottle and pouring some into your palm before pulling Divus from under the spray and reaching to work it into his hair. Watching as he thought about it for a moment. “A bit smaller than the size of your desk in the office.” You wince. That’s a lot of chemicals. 

“Anyone hurt?” A tired sigh as Divus rinses his hair before repeating the action for you. Dragging his fingers along your scalp and making a tutting noise. 

“A few minor burns, enough to make him and a few others realize the laboratory on campus is not the place for a fist fight.” Following him as he gently tugs you back under the spray. “You’ve been ignoring your scalp again, did you use the hair mask at all this week?” 

You pause your nose twitching as you think about it. “I forgot.” Grabbing a cloth and the cleaner Divus uses on his skin, working it to a lather before starting to rub his back. “It was a hectic week. If it wasn’t for the babies, I might have used the mirror to come see you to complain about it.”

“Every week it seems something in your routine slips.” You know he’s teasing as he dips his head lower to kiss you under the water. “How did I ever end up with such a troublesome wife?” 

“I think you asked me when we were high from that time someone added ground fireflower to the sleep draught I was trying to perfect in my Lab.” Teasing him back before you wrapped your arms around him under the spray, letting your head land against his chest so you could hear his heartbeat. “I missed you.” 

“And I you.” Feeling his arms encircle your frame as well. “I know I usually wait until after the shower, but have you given any more thought to my proposal from a month ago?”

“I have.” You admit, something the two of you had agreed to before your marriage. Never rushing into things until you both had a chance to think about it. “I’m leaning more and more towards it, it’s just the logistics. And I don’t trust Crowley.” You admit as you run your hand along his back. “We’d still keep this house to right?”

“Of course Darling, otherwise we’d never have room for all my furs.” One of his arms leaves you, and the hot water pounding into your skin falls away as he shuts off the faucet. “I did find a nice little cottage at the edge of town, it has enough room for Pearl and Pongo to run around while we’re at work. It’d be nice to see them through the week instead of just the weekend.” 

“You. In a cottage?” Leaning back to lift one of your eyebrows at him. “Are you sure you’re Divus Crewel? Did you replace my husband?” 

“Very funny.” A swat to your ass before he reached up to grab one of the towels and wrapped it around you. “Are we doing take out tonight? I don’t feel like cooking.” 

“We can. What I took out can go back in the fridge until tomorrow.” Nodding at him as you dry yourself off before going to the main room to grab some lounge clothes from the closet. “The usual order from that Scalding Sands restaurant you like?” 

“Please, my Love.” Hearing that you grin, he only calls you that when he’s trying to butter you up, and you know it’s about you moving to Sage Island. A soft whine from the main bedroom door and your grin grows larger, opening the door to let two white and black spotted blurs race by. 

“Incoming.” The teasing clear in your voice while you muffle your laugh at his yell of indignation over cold noses.

Later, after you’ve both eaten and taken the babies for their walk, you and Divus are sprawled on the couch. Well, he’s sprawled on the couch and you’re sprawled on him, with both dogs curled up in their beds on the floor by your heads. The news playing in the background that both of you are watching but not truly paying attention to. 

“So..” You trail off feeling the hand rubbing your back under your shirt pause. “This cottage. You think it would work?” 

“I do. If you’d like, I can arrange for a viewing.” His head shifting as he reaches for the remote to turn the volume even lower. “It's far enough from the school that you won’t be dragged into any of Crowley’s schemes.” 

“You say that now.” Huffing as you slip one of your hands under his black sweater to trace his ribs. “That man seemed bound and determined to have a matched set on staff. Not that I’d be able to teach anything since you have the only position I’d remotely consider.” Tapping his skin as you frown. “That commute for me is going to suck if he won’t agree to me using the mirror though.”

“During our last chess game, Mozus said he’d approach Crowley to support it.” 

“Sevens Babe, how badly did you lose for him to say that.” A swat to your back as you snicker into the fabric of his shirt. 

“That old fart still holds a soft spot for you. I clearly remember you once calling her a phantom that somehow still looked human.” His voice shifting in a bad imitation of his once professor. “ She’s good for you and that pompous nature of yours.” You can’t help it, you cackle as one of your legs swings upward behind you. 

“Not the voice.” Snorting loudly enough that Pearl grew annoyed and left her bed to move to the couch at the far end of the room. “You know it kills me.” When your laughter finally dies down, or at least enough that you can speak. “Alright. Set up the viewing. After five years I miss coming home to my husband every night and only seeing him on weekends.” 

Humming Divus sends you a playful look. “I don’t know Darling. Maybe that separation is why I’m still so madly in love with you.” It’s your turn to swat at him, grinning as you think back to your teenage years. There’s no way they’d ever believe you that at thirty two you’d be married to your archnemesis, let alone for almost eight years.

“Here’s to a new chapter in the story of Mr. and Mrs. Crewel.” 

“A new chapter indeed Darling.” A soft moment as you shift to lean up and kiss him. Only for Pongo to decide to join you and Divus on the couch and ruin the moment.

you start to open your mouth to answer before shutting it - seeing Divus looks and instead you shake your head up and down with a soft whine.

'mhm puppy needs a lot of care uh ?' he says, his tone dripping with false sympathy.

he puts his head on your head, to softly push it against his chest, you let him your entire body rest on his, abandoning resistance. he chuckles, 'you are so easy pup ... so easy ~'.

one of his hand trails up your thigh up to the button of your pant, unbuttoning it and sneaking his hand inside, you let out a small whine at the feeling of his - cold - hand on your sensitive skin.

his hand trails lower until it reached your cock. he start by just slowly ghosting over it, eliciting another whine from you - he smile and coos at you. he continues to just ghost over it - until you paw at him and look at him with such pathetic wet eyes.

'you are lucky you are cute' he says as he add more pressure to his touch. Divus smirks when you start to make more noises. He kisses the crown of your head.

he continues to touch your dick, now mostly stroking it, applying more pressure to the tip, as he knew it was more sensitive.

when you started to move your hips - to feel more and get off faster Divus let out a 'tt' and gives you a mild slap on the hip with his free hand.