#sub floyd

Soft panting and beads clanking together filled the air in the bungalow, the room pitch black save for the yellow glow from Floyd’s eye as he desperately rut against your ass through your shorts.

His arm was wrapped around your neck to pin you back to his chest, his mindless pace never slowing despite the pain in his knees from the wooden floors.

“I want it off, I want ’em off…” he murmured, his free hand uselessly trying again to pull your shorts down to no avail—this stupid island made it impossible to take the shorts off. It wasn’t fair; everyone else was able to take off their shirts at most, but it wouldn’t even let yours budge. It wasn’t fair! How could it put you in that outfit, your tits practically spilling out from your top, your shorts just a bit too cheeky, thighs bare for him to look at all day and then not let him take any of it off?

He whined, pulling back to watch his cock straining in his shorts as he humped you.

“Shush.” you whispered, looking back at him over your shoulder. “If anyone wakes up, I’ll kill you.”

You’re only letting him do this in a room full of sleeping people because he was so annoying about it the past three days. He’d ask, he’d beg, he’d grope you any chance he’d get, he’d pull you aside and try to eat you out through your shorts, he’d have you sit on his face, he’d had an almost constant hard-on the entire time you’ve been on the island, constantly tugging at his waistband just to see if maybe this time it’ll work… You almost felt sorry for him.

“I’m tryna, Shrimpy…” His grip on your hips tightened and his pace grew rougher, precum leaking through the fabric. “I want inside…”

He always wanted inside. Always wanted to feel you wrapped around his cock, to feel your walls twitch and squeeze, to remind him how perfectly he fit, like he was made for you and only you.

But he couldn’t, and it was frustrating as much as it was achingly painful.

His touch wandered up your hips, over your sides, up your midriff so he could squeeze and knead at your plush tits through your top. Everything about them was perfect to him. They’re so soft, so comfortable, so pretty, he loved the beautiful imperfections, he loved when you’d reward him with a titjob when he’s been particularly good, he loved suckling on them while you’d slowly grind on his dick.

Floyd let out a shaky moan, letting his body drape over your arched back. “Shrimpy’s so pretty…” he mumbled. “Pretty face, pretty tits, pretty ass, pretty thighs…”

He shifted on his knees and brought a hand down between your thighs, fingers rubbing your cunt in time with his thrusts. He was pleasantly surprised with the soft gasp it elicited from you, the seam in your shorts hit against your clit just right.

He immediately perked up.

“Ahah, I gotcha makin’ a noise?” he drawled. He leaned back, gripping your waist with the other hand so he could pound himself against your flesh, soft plaps of skin-on-skin (and fabric-on-fabric) audible.

You bit at your lip to keep your noises at bay, head resting in your arms on the floor. “Floyd, sh-shut up and keep going.” you hissed, hips subconsciously bouncing back with his movements.

He panted heavily, precum freely leaking out through his clothes and onto yours. His middle finger repeatedly pressed the seam into your clit, pace picking up. “I’m doing g-good, right? I’m being a good boy, Shrimpy?”

You only nodded in response, thighs clamping together around his hand as you felt the coil in your core tighten. Your breath was heavy, yet nowhere near as loud as his—you still had some mindfulness for everyone around them.

He never would, though.

“I really like you…” he giggled, eyes fluttering the closer he got. “Sh-Shrimpy—“

“Now isn’t the t-time to run your mouth.”

“Can’t, I can’t, you feel so good—“ He gasped, his pace growing sloppy and uncoordinated, his finger pressing harder. “I c-can’t help it, I can’t help—Gonna cum—“

The hand on your waist absentmindedly moved up to press on your back, pinning your upper body to the floor. “Are you—Are you gonna cum with me, Shrimpy?” he whined, his cock staining and pulsing beneath the fabric.

“Be q-quiet—“ You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, the blood rushing throughout your body with each press of his finger on your clit.

“Please—Please cum with me, Shrimpy, I’ve b-been trying so hard to be good, I need it, please—“ His babbling was cut short with a gasp, his hips giving a few harsh pounds against you as he came, white shooting from beneath the fabric and oozing into the back of your shorts.

Your own orgasm crashed over you at the same time, body tensing fully and eyes rolling up with your teeth biting down hard on your lip to keep yourself silent.

Left panting, Floyd collapsed forward onto you. It really wasn’t enough, it wasn’t what he wanted, what he needed, but it would have to do for the moment. He nuzzled into the back of your neck, trying to ignore the uncomfortable feeling of his cum-soaked fabric against his skin. “Shrimpy…”

“Shut it. You were way too loud.” you grumbled, too unbothered to squirm beneath his heavy body crushing you. You didn’t even want to think about how you were supposed to go about the stains on your clothes.

“We’re fiiine, nobody woke up.”

The moment those words left Floyd’s mouth, a subtle rustling was heard nearby in the room and Ace’s head popped up from the sea of half-a-dozen other people, his face red and tired and unamused. “Nope, somebody’s definitely up.”

A silence washed over the three, your and Floyd’s eyes wide. After a few beats, Floyd mumbled, “‘Night, Crabby.”

“Hey, don’t just ‘night’ me—“

Kalim.

Well... It was probably not even planned, to be honest, but it just kind of happened so spontaneously. Well, you know, just one of you will get turned on (or both of you) and the situation will just take its course.

He has been ready for a long time, so what else can he expect? Well, except for your consent, of course. But other than that, he doesn't need anything, so he's ready for you to take him at any moment.

Although of course he is nervous, because this is such a moment! His favorite boyfriend will deprive him of his virginity, it's so exciting for him! While he'll still be excited about it, he really wants you two to end up fine.

So he will give you control and dominance without any arguments. He wants to make you feel good, which means he will fulfill any of your requests/orders, just to make you feel good.

"Oh, that's so weird, you know? Not bad of course! But weird..." Kalim mutters as he watches your fingers disappear and reappear in his hole as he squeezes your shoulders in his grip.

You chuckle, spreading your fingers in him slightly, which makes him gasp for breath and squeezes your fingers, which makes you laugh even harder.

"I know, sunshine... You'll get used to it soon, trust me," he just nods vigorously at your words, enjoying your soft and slow movements.

"I believe, I believe! It's just... Oh, there!" he screams when he feels your fingers touch his sweet spot, which makes you smirk.

Of course, it was strange to feel your dick in him, and in general something inside him, but he was just in seventh heaven for happiness!

When he finally gets used to the feeling, he will let out something between a moan and a chuckle, pulling you closer and kissing your lips in a sweet and long kiss.

"Mmm, amazing... Don't stop, please!" he whimpers, wrapping his legs around your waist, bringing you even closer to him.

You let out a chuckle, nodding silently, kissing his shoulders, making occasional hickeys on his tanned skin as your hips move at a firm, moderate pace.

He moans, biting his lips in pleasure, burrowing his hands into your hair and squeezing around your cock from time to time.

"So... So g-good, oh, yo-you're so good..." he mutters, moaning as you squeeze his thigh, rubbing its inside painfully close to his bouncing, from your thrusts, cock.

He'll definitely bombard you with compliments after you're done, and he'll probably blabber about it to someone the next day (after all, how often does he think before he says something?)

Jamil.

I don't know. I kind of want to think that he probably wouldn't care too much about it, but at the same time I can't. I think that you would also discuss the most important aspects with him, just in case.

He doesn't worry too much. He's just about to lose his virginity to the guy he loves, it's just a little exciting, that's all.

But of course he will make sure that your first time will be wonderful and memorable! Just... Just in case :) .

Doesn't really want to give you full control, but will allow you to control most of the process, although it will still take control here and there.

And you will probably be doing this at night... You know, so that all sorts of princes can't distract your Jamil.

"Uhm... A little deeper, [Your name]... Mmm, yes, right there, okay..." he mutters, relaxing under your fingers.

He closes his eyes, his tanned fingers lightly squeezing the pillowcase beneath him as your fingers slowly but surely stretch him for the next experience.

"Are you sure you don't want to speed it all up?" you ask, covering his back with kisses along his spine.

"Do we have somewhere to hurry?" he asks a clearly rhetorical question, glancing back at you over his shoulder, causing you to shake your head in denial.

And, random headcanon, I think he will almost immediately get used to the sensations of your dick inside.

It's just... He's way too relaxed and calm during the whole act (well, as far as you can be when you're being fucked, of course).

"Ghah...I never thought it would be so nice..." he mumbles into the pillow, slowly moving his hips in time with your thrusts.

"And why? You never thought this would happen?" you ask, squeezing his buttcheeks lightly, running your thumb along his stretched rim.

"I thought I wouldn't have time, ah, for this in general, b-but... It's really ni-nice," his voice breaks slightly as he feels your cock touch his prostate.

And then the whole room is filled with sighs that grow into quiet moans when you deliberately start fucking him from this angle, earning a light kick in the side from him.

Floyd.

Well... Am I supposed to say this? It wasn't even discussed at all. It just happened. Both of you just got horny and just fucked. It's Floyd after all.

He doesn't care at all. Although he is still interested in how sex works in human form, because he probably does not know much about it. Eventually the eels reproduce (Probably. No one knows yet how the mating process occurs in eels) through clouds of sperm that fertilize nearby caviar, they don't even have a dick as such.

Actually... Whether he gives you control or not depends entirely on his mood. So hope for the option that you think is the best, imp.

But damn... It's a great feeling for him! He's also very loud, although you may not even be working on his lower half yet, so I suggest covering his mouth.

"Oh, Koebi-chan, hurry up, I can't stand it! Faster!" Floyd whines as he tries to push your hand away, but only whimpers when you press harder on his prostate.

"Shut up, Floyd. It's going to hurt if I don't stretch you, so be patient..." You whisper, pulling one of his legs over your shoulder, fingering his ass, causing him to squeeze the sheets underneath.

"You're so mean, Koebi-chan~," Floyd mutters, but obviously enjoys your touch.

Well... When your dick is in him, he will not pay attention to pain or strange sensations and will tell you to start fucking him right away!

In the end, it's such an amazing feeling... He even starts to love his human form more. He would never have thought that such pleasure was possible.

"Oh, yes, yes, yes, right there! Hu-hurry—Mhm!" He screams and then furrows his brows at you in a playful manner as you cover his mouth with your hand.

You just continue your quick but gentle thrusts into him as you feel him bite your hand lightly, causing you to hiss and your other hand slaping his ass with moderate force.

"Floyd, shut up... And don't bite, or I'll put something in your mouth, got it?" you ask, stopping your thrusts by looming over him, and tearing out a desperate moan muffled by your hand as your cock pressed even harder against his prostate.

Malleus.

... I'm torn between two options that he knows too much about sex, or absolutely nothing, I just can't decide ... But since we're talking about virginity here, let's talk about the second option.

He probably doesn't know anything about sex except that there is a phallus and there is a hole. Like, really. So you should probably discuss this beforehand to let him know that sex is not just about instant penetration.

Definitely, he will look for any information about sex, especially about two men (I bet he did not even know that same-sex people can have sex).

And gladly give control into your hands, and also gladly take control into his hands, if that's what you want. He doesn't care as long as both of you are satisfied afterwards.

"Oh... Darling, that's... So weird, not described in the book at all..." Malleus whispers, holding his legs wide for you.

"I don't even want to know what book it is... But anyway, it'll be nice after you get used to it, I promise," you whisper, kissing him on the mark on his forehead, which makes him hum in satisfaction.

"I get it... Then I'll try to get used to it," he nods to himself, closing his eyes and focusing on the feel of your fingers in him.

He probably won't even feel pain at the moment of penetration of your dick, like the truth. He will immediately get used to it, adapt and that's it.

Although he is very sensitive, yes. Considering that the boy is so desperate for touch and he gets the most intimate of them, this is too good for him! Although he is still quite collected.

"Oh, love... You're amazing. You know... Can you bend forward a little, please?" he asks you, and you raise an eyebrow, but you bend over him a little forward, digging a moan out of him.

"What you..?" you stop short when you notice how his fangs bite his lower lip in pleasure, which makes you smile, and continue thrusting in this position.

"It's just that in the wide-legged position, you have to bend over further, mhm, and there will be more pleasure, because the pressure of the ph-phallus on the prostate will be stronger, well, at least that's what I read," he mumbles, lying on his side.

"He's really over-prepared..." you mutter under your breath, chuckling, but take his left knee in your hand, spreading his legs a little wider, eliciting a whimper from him.

Silver.

Well, he definitely knows that sex is sex. He does not know the subtleties, but he understands the basics quite well. So, you still need to discuss it with him one way or another.

Absolutely not against doing this, although he is worried, of course. But not because he will lose his virginity (although this also worries him a little), but because he is afraid to fall asleep.

He will completely give control to you without pretensions and disputes, which is not surprising. And tell you to wake him up if he suddenly falls asleep, of course.

Although... I doubt he will sleep tonight. In the end, it's a new experience, a sensation for him, and also a slight fear that someone (we don't go into details ;) ) might hear you two and Silver will never see the end of teasing about it.

Only soft moans and whimpers came out of his mouth as he fidgeted on the bed, trying to find a comfortable position to lie down.

You chuckle at this, taking his waist with your free hand and pulling his body closer to you so that his ass rests on your lap and his upper half remains on the mattress.

He groans, but then relaxes, trying not to moan too loudly for fear that someone might hear you, so when he feels your fingers touch his prostate, he pulls you closer, kissing you and moaning against your lips.

He wasn't particularly tense during the act anyway, so it wasn't too uncomfortable when you entered him, although it still hurt.

"Oh, hush, hush, it's not that painful, you know?" you whisper soothingly, wiping a couple of tears from the edge of his sleepy eyes, to which he nods.

"Yes, yes... Continue please, I'll get used to it... It's all right," he smiles reassuringly, nodding weakly.

~~

Jade

Cw: overstim, bondage, c*ck rings,

Jade playfully tugged against the restraints you had put on him, leaving him tied to the bed while you go grab a few ‘toys’ to make the night more interesting.

Though he wouldn’t admit it, he was relieved when you came back into his line of site. “(M/C), might i ask what’s in the bag?” He eyed the black bag you carried at hip height. You climbed onto the bed, settling yourself beside him, placing the bag so he can’t see what’s in it.

“It’s a surprise.” You hum out, grabbing the first toy you had, it was bright pink. You slid it down his cock, to the base. You flipped the switch to turn it on. You reach into the bag and grab…another ring?

“Why do you have two rings?”

You ignore the amused look he gives you, instead you grab…a handful of rings? They all were in different colors. You hum to yourself, slipping a few more into his cock, letting one rest right under the head of his cock. You click it on, earning a gasp. “A-ah, those are really t-tight.”

He yelps feeling you grab his cock roughly pumping it. Unsurprisingly he doesn’t last long, trembling under you as he cums. Jade collapses against the bed, he hisses when you don’t stop, milking his cock.

“Wait,” He groaned out. “It’s too much, please turn them off. I-I can’t take both.” You hummed in acknowledgment but made no attempt to remove them or even turn them off. You let go of his cock, watching it bob excitedly.

You let your hand slide up his cock to the tip. You roughly rubbed the slit of his cock. Jade jerks under you, yanking on the restraints. “You look so cute like this…you can take more.”

Floyd

Cw: overstim, vibrating wands

Floyd purred at the near painful stimulation. The wand trapped his cock against his stomach, you had it on its highest setting pressed against the tip of his cock. “F-feels so good, d-don’t stop.” Floyd murmed out.

You nodded, lightly pressing it against his cock, releasing the pressure than repeating the process. Floyd groans, cumming hard onto his own stomach. Floyd purred, leaning back against you, hips trembling. He bucks against you before pressing his hips against you.

He hissed as the overstimulation starts to become too much. “S-Shrimpyy! Please it’s so much!” He whined out, tensing up. He grabs your wrist to try and stop you only for you to slap his thigh.

“Quit being such a bitch, you just asked me to keep going.” You squeeze his thighs, tapping the wand on his cockhead. He fell back against you. You can hear his high pitched cry as you pin his cock again.

Riddle

Cw: overstim, , dracryphilia, tip polishing

“N-no more, hurts!” Riddle whimpered, tears streaming down his face. He’s lost track of how many times you’ve made him cum. There has to be a rule saying you can’t overstimulate the Queen of Hearts, right?

Well, no matter how much riddle tried to reason with you, but you had no interest in listening. Instead, you chose to teach him a ‘fun’ thing you read about. Your palm was flat against the head of his cock while your other hand rubbed his cock against it. He was grateful you had at least used lube, though it also made your movements seamless.

“Ah, ah, ah!” You mock, laughing at the whines that escaped him. “You’re a housewarden! You should be able to take this much!” You sigh in mock disappointment. “If your stamina is really that bad, I guess I could go to Carter…”

Riddle practically jumped up at that. “N-nnono! I can take it!” He grabs your arm for support, hiding his face as much as he could, muffling his panting. “I can take anything-“

“Anything?” You interrupt, Riddle nods in response. “So you would let me sound you?” Riddle went rigged, paling at the thought. He slowly nods, pressing himself against you.

Idia

Cw: overstim,slight praise kink

Pathetic whines escaped Idia, though he made no attempt to move away from you. You thumbed the slit of his cock, watching in amusement as Idia thrashed under.

Or at least he was trying to thrash but it was completely pathetic, honestly he was so much weaker than you that he could struggle all he wanted but it was in vain. He couldn’t get away, not that he wanted to.

“Aah! Ah! So much s-so goood!” He whimpers, out, trying to thrust up into your hand. “T-thank you!” He trembles and you can feel his nails digging into your back as your free hand tease the glands of his throbbing cock.

“Good boy!” You praise, feeling him twitch in your hand in response. “You can cum again, right?” He quickly shakes his head earning a huff from you. “I’m sure you can handle more, come on.”

"Floyd, I'm not in the mood today. Please return that notebook to me," you tried to be patient, knowing that it'd do none of you good if you were to get mad at him. You've already lost at least 3 hours today on the headmaster's stupid errands, and he was just messing around. You also didn't want all the other students around the courtyard to witness your possible outburst. Floyd pouted, the hand with your notebook still raised up high. "Please, I have to study."

"Awww, you're no fun." He sighed but lowered his arm anyway. You thanked the heavens above that he was cooperating with you today, feeling some of your stress dissolve at the act.

Until his fingers loosened their grip.

You watched in horror as the notebook fell backwards, and Floyd spun around quickly, his action unexpectedly pushing the notebook away from him and right into the old well. He looked at you with panic in his eyes, only seeing anger and hurt in yours. A million thoughts raced through your head, but you just grabbed his hand tightly, a visible sneer on your face. "Do you just want my attention? Is this what it's all about?" He tried to tell you that it was an accident, that he wouldn't have done that to you, but you tugged on his arm harshly before he could. "I'll give you my damn attention then, Floyd."

The merman knew where this was going. Obviously, he did, and though he felt bad, he was just a little excited. What would you do to him? How would you act when you're angry? Would you be rougher? Or manhandle him and make even the walls shake?

The moment you got into your room, you pulled out your chair and pushed him onto it, seething as you looked around for something. Probably rope. Bondage wasn't his favourite thing, but it wasn't really up to him to decide what you were going to do at this moment.

As expected, you pulled out a familiar red rope, walking over to Floyd wordlessly before wrapping them around his wrist, then tying them to the back of the chair securely, hard enough to leave marks on his pale, perfect skin. He stayed mostly still the entire time, save swaying just a little and hands trembling just slightly. You took more rope, tying his ankles to the legs of the chairs as well.

“I didn’t want to take this out yet, but…” you grumbled, pulling out a set of rods. Sounding rods. Floyd gulped as he eyed the rods, then you. “These are sounding rods, and they’re supposed to go up and into your urethra.” You almost sounded bored as you moved to unzip his pants. You pulled his cock out, staring at it for a moment as it twitched in your hand. You scoffed, slapping it and drawing a yelp out of the tall man and causing pre to dribble out of it. “You’re a freak, Floyd.” He winced, watching you contemplate for a few seconds before selecting a rod of medium thickness.

You decided that you were feeling generous, practically covering the rod with lube before placing it at the slit of his dick, pushing it in slowly. Floyd let out an awful noise, hands struggling against the rope as he felt the unfamiliar feeling spread through his body. He cried out your name, squirming around like a worm. “Hurts! It hurts!” He complained, yet his cock only got harder in your hand. You spat on it, stroking him harder as you continued inserting the rod till it was all in.

Floyd’s head was thrown back, panting and shaking as he tried to get used to the feeling of the rod in him. It was so foreign, and he didn’t know if he loved it or not. He felt so sensitive, so exposed under your gaze, but it only made him ache for more pleasure. He repeated your name over and over, continuing to jerk around as he pouted at you, hoping that you’d do something instead of standing there, staring at him.

His calls for you finally worked as you got down between his legs, ghosting your fingers over his cock before starting to stroke it once again, watching as your boyfriend tried to thrust up into your hand, sounds that can only be described as pathetic flowing freely from his lips. Such a masochist. “Ah! I’m going to cum!” He sniffled as he met your eyes, seeing that cruel glint in them that he knew too well. You withdrew your hands from him almost immediately, making the eel tremble and whimper. You held back a smile as you leaned up, pecking his cheek.

You pulled out a vibrator out of your pocket, quickly attaching it to his cock before turning it on. Floyd screamed unabashedly, pulling on the ropes harshly and making the chair rock slightly. “I’ll be back soon, Floyd,” you cooed, and he looked at you, eyes wide.

“W-Wait! I-”

✧ You were about at your limit. Floyd was usually annoying but it had gotten worse recently.

✧ His tantrum throwing and urchin-like behavior seemed calculated and you were starting to suspect he was doing it on purpose.

✧ Your usual punishments didn't seem to be working. You’d gotten too soft. It was time you took charge of the situation.

You’d tied Floyd up in a typical armed dining chair, securing his arms and legs so he couldn't move. Maybe it wasn't needed, but you gave special attention to his thighs, forearms, and waist, tightly wrapping thick layers of red rope around him. It would definitely leave a mark when all this was done. 

His eyes were watery and he sniffled at the sight of you. He was also shivering, though you weren't sure if it was from the cold (Considering how you undressed him) Or the anticipation. A thin line of cloth was strung between his lips, the fabric partially ripped from his constant teething. 

You looked him up and down, deciding what you should do with him. He mumbled senselessly, words blending together incoherently, and the cloth making him sputter and lisp. Ignoring him, you bent down to his pants, undoing his belt and pulling out his cock.

Your firm grip on it made him whimper. In a quick motion, you spit on it, hearing him breath in sharply. You ran your thumb under his dick, spreading the liquid. 

It was good enough. 

You pulled down your attire and situation yourself on his lap, and for a second he looked excited. His mumbling stopped and he stared awestruck at you. You forcibly lifted his chin up and licked the corners of his eyes where his tears had been welling up. Then, slowly, you moved down to his ear, letting your breath draw over it before biting. 

“P-Pleathe-” He choked out his words. “Eh? Do you think you deserve it? He looked down shyly and shook his head. “Good. You’ve been an embarrassment.” You widened your legs a tad, getting ready to lower yourself onto him.

“If you cum, I’ll cage you for the rest of the month.” He sniffled, which you took as his compliance. You slowly let yourself consume him, making him throw his head back. He squirms when you stop at the head. He attempts to buck up into you, but the ropes hold firm and keep him down. 

“You know, if you'd only behaved earlier, I might have let you fuck my thigh.” Drool dripped down his chin, sliding down his shirt.

“ m- ghn- shorry! M shorry!” He nibbled on his cleave gag. “You oughtta be, I’m tired of people staring at us.” You sighed, “Maybe I should give them something to stare at… Maybe I should film your pretty O face~” He let out a high-pitched moan, gripping at the chair. His pretty dick had grown redder with every threat. 

He sniffled and stammered out something like “I’ll be good” and more mindlessly blabbering about wanting to cum. His pathetic state almost made you feel bad for him. You leaned down to him, holding the side of his cheek and lovingly kissing it.