#sub jade

so, it was a pleasant surprise when he sipped his tea, another sip, and another, not yet noticing his growing drowsiness. hot herbal tea typically causes sleepiness, so it's nothing out of the ordinary. another few sips, and he realizes the odd mix of his head feeling light yet his body feeling so, so heavy.

now, when did you manage to sneak the drug into his tea? he couldn't recall any notable amounts of time he spent looking away from his cup, but then again he wasn't paying much attention. he never previously had to.

you were patient in waiting for him to finally slump over, cup left a quarter full to do nothing but get cold.

you watch him sleep for a minute or two. seeing someone of his stature so easily knocked out was satisfying, at the least. the rise and fall of his chest, his usual upright posture curled, his lips parted ever so slightly.

where are you meant to begin?

firstly, you push at his shoulder until he's turned and lying on his back. second, you hastily pop open the buttons of his shirt and all but yank it open. lastly…?

now what?

he'd said you have free reign over what's done to him while he's out, yet somehow any ideas you had before were completely stripped from your mind the moment the opportunity came. tentatively, you climb to straddle his lap.

what if he wakes up? no, the dosage should give you a bit of time… but what if?

your mind races with anxieties as your fingers trace down the front of his torso. you don't know what you're even worried about, he was the one that wanted it.

so, you bite your nerves and let yourself grind down on his clothed dick. slow, just because of the lingering worry at the back of your mind.

the slowness doesn't last too long. soon enough, you're rutting against a now-hardened cock, watching the beads of precum leak through the fabric.

he occasionally twitches and hums in his sleep, yet no signs of awaking anytime soon.

you get bolder and bolder as time goes. he always said he likes marks, how there's no point in being rough if you couldn't feel it afterwards. so, you make sure he does: you dig your nails in, you scratch, you bite, you slap, and you admire the red wilting blooming on his skin.

when you've finished testing your own patience, you yank his pants down just enough for his dick to spring out before all but slamming yourself down onto it without a second thought. you ride at your own pace, every movement grinding your clit against his pelvis.

you don't know why, especially if it didn't serve much of a purpose when he's already unconscious, but you found yourself wrapping your hands around his throat. you squeezed the sides, cutting off his mindless whining and panting.

you keep fucking until you cum, wringing out an orgasm from him in the process.

but he's still out cold and you still have quite a bit of time and energy left. you may as well keep using him until he wakes.

This is definitely a planned action, simply from the fact that Vil more than knows about sex (I think Eric explained this to him as a child as needed). Therefore, it is at least planned on the part of your yes/no, preferences and the like.

I don’t know why, but it seems to me that it’s important for Vil that your first sex with him be vanilla and romantic. That is, so that this sex is not so much a show of your lust, but of intimacy, your trust in each other.

If you are not a virgin, by the way, you will think that you are a virgin. This guy will guide you as if he knows everything, where, what and why (although he didn’t go beyond jerking off, because he didn’t see the need for it).

But he will still give you control, almost completely, simply because... It’s more convenient for a virgin than to do it all himself.

“Mmm... Yeah, it feels good,” Vil mutters as your fingers poke into that sweet spot and his fingers curl into the sheets. “Please continue... A little slower, yes, like that.”

A quiet moan of pleasure escapes his lips as your fingers slow down ever so slightly, pressing with each slow but rhythmic thrust into him. He sighs shakily, his arms wrapping around your neck as he presses a chaste kiss to your lips.

"Vil? This..." You whisper, watching as he spreads his legs beneath you invitingly, a smirk blooming on his lips that turns into a smile of pleasure in a matter of seconds. "Too tempting for a virgin."

"In your opinion, I'm always tempting, no? Or do you think I don't notice your glances at my ass?" Vil asks, chuckling and making you laugh too and kiss his lips, in a deeper way, and push your fingers even deeper.

It is clear that the sensations will be strange. But he’s still pleased, and the main thing is that it’s you. And Vil is not one of those who goes back on his word, after all. And if he allowed you to fuck him, then you will do it (if you want, ofc).

Vil simply found some kind of peace in this first act. Slow thrusts, your hands touching his body, which has become like a continuous erogenous zone, your quiet voice whispering praises and compliments to him... It's wonderful.

“Ah, [M-Mc]... It’s so good, don’t stop, I beg you, my love,” Vil whispers, closing his eyes in pleasure, feeling the relaxed, slow tremors inside him; a whine escapes his lips as you lift his hips off the pillow, going deeper.

“So good... You take cock too well, handsome. Although it’s you, what else could I expect,” Your whisper is heard in his ear, and he melts at the sound of your hoarse laugh.

His nails dig into your back, creating crescent-shaped marks. His hips rock in time with your thrusts, meeting them. Moans and whines escaped his slightly reddened lips from the kiss, mixed with the sound of your name... Just perfect.

I'm honestly not sure if this was planned or not. Just from the fact that I can easily imagine something innocent with him developing into something obviously intimate and... I'll leave it up to you.

And you DO NOT need to discuss the main important things before getting into bed. He knows everything about you, which seems strange, especially if you have never even thought about it, but this is Rook... But he will tell you his boundaries and what he loves, yes.

He is absolutely calm before the penetration begins, absolutely. You even begin to think that he lied, that this was his first time. He's too... Stretched for a virgin. (Although let's be honest, I just think he was playing with himself. And I think he's one of the few people who did it with his hole, lol)

He doesn't moan at all before the penetration begins, like AT ALL. Rook just watches your fingers penetrate him with a satisfied smile and red cheeks and tells you all sorts of praise and some phrases that make you swear you want to simultaneously blush and hit him at the same time.

“Mmm... Your fingers are so good, Mon cher, it’s almost unbearably good. If you’re so good with your hands, then I can’t even imagine what it will be like when your dick is inside,” Rook whispers with a half grin, half smile on his face, his palms lie on your chest, drawing some invisible patterns there with his fingers.

A sigh escapes your lips and you lightly slap him on the back of his thigh, causing Rook to twitch slightly but only chuckle at your displeasure showing; his back arches when you make deliberate, harsh contact with his prostate.

“Rook, I ask you, keep quiet... Everything has its time. Have you heard of such a phrase?” You ask a rhetorical question, and a joyful glint appears in his eyes when he realizes that he has angered you just a little.

He's also calm when you finally insert your dick, it's like he's done this all before, seriously. Although moans are already beginning to escape his lips, he still does not stop these dirty conversations, they even intensify.

Although they soon turn into only convulsive declarations of love and praise when he approaches orgasm or this happens after the first orgasm.

"Ahh... You're so deep, it's incredible! Don't stop, please," Rook ululates as his face slams into the pillow again, squeezing it in his grip, causing it to tear pitifully.

“I didn’t plan on stopping, blondie, don’t worry,” He trembles when he hears and feels your whisper right next to his ear.

Your tender kiss behind his ear absolutely does not fit with the rough and rather sharp thrusts, creating a wonderful difference between roughness and tenderness... And damn, he can feel how his dick is getting hard again.

... No, I don't think it was planned, no. But this was not something wild too. It’s just that at some point you smoothly flowed into intimacy when there was the most suitable time and moment for this.

Although you have probably discussed similar topics with him many times before. I just think he's terribly curious when it comes to his partner, plus he probably doesn't have much of an idea of ​​how sex works between someone who has legs.

An absolute mess. He gradually, but quickly enough breaks down under any of your actions, touch, word, even glance. He simply surrenders to these sensations headlong.

"Jade, are you okay? You haven't said a word since my fingers were inside..." A question leaves your lips as you watch Jade try his best to hold back any sounds that escape his lips, and he just nods, "Baby... Give me a verbal answer."

"Y-yes! This—... Th-this is so good, mmhmm... Plea-please don't, agh, st-stop!" Jade groans, barely able to utter the words, causing a chuckle to escape your lips, causing the moray eel’s already red cheeks to turn an even darker shade.

His body trembles, his hands grab at anything just to maintain a little sense of reality. His cheeks are completely red, his teeth are nipping at his bottom lip, his eyes are closed as tears stream down his face... What a charm, right?

You'll probably need to keep his mouth closed somehow when you finally enter him. He will no longer be able to control his moans, and he will moan so damn loudly.

He doesn't even feel discomfort, he just wants all of you. He wants you to go ahead and just fuck him like he deserves.

“Hush, precious, hush. You'll wake everyone up, these aren't soundproof walls after all,” You whisper as Jade's head is thrown back on your shoulder in pleasure, and your fingers are in his mouth, playing with his tongue to muffle him just a little.

Your other hand lowers and lifts his body on your dick, making him twitch and whimper every time. His thoughts are jumbled, if he can think at all right now. Now there is only you, him and your dick, which lies perfectly in him.

No, this is not planned. I think it was completely unplanned. For some reason, I imagine him sending you a repost of some video where there is something sexual and like, “Maybe we can do it too?))”

And if you agree, he is the happiest in the world. He expected that you would not agree and then he would have reduced everything to a joke, but since you agree...

He also probably once tried to finger himself, but he didn’t really succeed, because his fingers didn’t reach what he needed, so he maybe used toys, or didn’t touch his hole for the time being.

"Mmm, are you sure this thing is comfortable, pumpkin? Is everything wonderful?" You ask to make sure he's absolutely fine as he lies on the bed, fascinated by the toy below.

"Y-yes... It feels good, really," Cater whispers, moaning as the toy touches his prostate. It's just a prostate vibrator with a circle of rubber that attaches to the base of the penis... But he swears it's never felt as good as it does now.

An absolute mess when you penetrate him. He's quiet though, I guess. You feel so much better than anything in his life has ever felt. And... A real cock is probably more pleasant to have than rubber, glass or other materials.

And yes, he won't let you go. He will cling to you with all his might, but he will still hold on to you.

“Cater... Calm down, calm down. I’m not going anywhere,” You whisper as his nails run down your back for the hundredth time in these moment, leaving red marks there that will clearly make your tomorrow less rosy.

“So-sorry,” He sobs, wrapping his legs around your waist, practically hanging on you as you continue to thrust in and out of him at a slow pace, “You're just... So h-hot and wet inside... And twitching, too! Weird..."

I think this is more about presenting you with a fact rather than a planned action. He can just lie on your lap in the garden and then say something like “I want to have sex tonight” and start snoring a few seconds later, and you react however you want.

For the first time he is surprisingly active, I think. Really active. Of course, he doesn’t know how to do anything in practice, but if you want him to suck you off or something, he will do it. (And will still do it damn well)

Quiet asf. Just a few growls, maybe very quiet moans, but it’s hard to get him to other sounds. In general, I think that he is not particularly sensitive himself.

“Mmm, come on, herbivore... I'm not glass, damn it,” Leona mutters as you slip your fingers into him a little too slowly for his liking and he sighs contentedly when you speed up a little.

"Sorry, sorry. I just don't want to rush anywhere, okay?" You speak, specifically aiming for his prostate and he just makes some kind of guttural sound reminiscent of agreement.

He will ride you. Yes, you can fight me, I’m ready, but he will do it. Leona wants to control the pace of your first time, so he will do that.

Although, of course, when he gets tired, he’ll just lie on top of your chest and you’ll have to fuck him like that because it’s convenient for him, lmao.

"Ha... Leona, you look incredible when you're on top of me, you know?" You ask, looking at him riding your dick at a slow, but quite sharp pace, while his hands lie on your chest, sometimes squeezing it convulsively in his palms.

“Yeah, I always look incredible actually... But I'm glad you recognized my greatness in a position that no one else saw,” Leona whispers with a smirk, flicking your nipple lightly, chuckling as you twitch inside him, but then it’s his turn to moan as you lift your hips, meeting his bounce halfway.

Yes, considering him, this is planned. He was very nervous, thinking that something would go wrong, so he discussed it with you in advance and of course asked when, after the start of the relationship, you would feel comfortable taking this step.

He is absolutely nervous before starting, even if he has read a lot of educational literature on this topic. He thinks something will go wrong or you won't like something.

He... Something between quiet and loud, yes. The most common moans, whines and sighs. Although, if you overstimulate him or just bring him into some kind of faint state of ecstasy, he will sound like the girls from hentai, I swear.

"Azul... Relax, okay? You're pretty tight even for a virgin," You whisper, squeezing his thigh reassuringly, letting him know that you're here and you're not going anywhere.

He nods, wiping his eyes from the accumulated tears, although it didn't really help, because they almost immediately appeared again. Azul sighs deeply, taking one of his pillows and covering his face halfway as he continues to stare at you.

“Okay, sorry... It's just unusual, I didn't think people walking on two legs felt this way,” Azul mumbles, muffled by the pillow but surprisingly able to keep his voice unwavering, throwing his head back when you touch his G-spot.

The absolute prince of pillows, at least the first few times. It's not that he wouldn't want to do something. He's just embarrassed and has no idea what to do.

Definitely a very kisser. Firstly, to muffle his moans, which make him ashamed. And secondly, it seems to me that he has a sensitive mouth and tongue... And his throat too, if you have a long tongue.

Azul meets your lips with his own again as he lies on his back, his legs twitching on your shoulders from the thrusts inside him. His tongue slides awkwardly against you as you run the wet muscle over his teeth for the hundredth time that evening and then pull away.

“You're so cute, Azul... I had no idea you'd be so clingy,” He blushes when he hears you whisper against his ear and squeezes his eyes shut when you lick the shell of his ear.

“S-Sorry,” he stammered, forcing his tail to stop thrashing from the pain of overstimulation.

“For this project, you will need to source for mermaid tears in order to make your potion,” Crewel announced. “Good luck, my pups,” he hummed, cracking his whip before he dismissed the class. Mermaid tears were a rarity, and since they were actually crystals, sold at a high price. You either had to have very good connections, or very good sources, and luckily for you, you had both.

You ran your free hand down his body, feeling up the fine scales that covered his body and making him shiver from the sensation. His skin was cool, He truly lived up to his name, given how beautiful he was. A beautiful gem, only for you. His jaw dropped open slightly as he gasped, starting to thrust up into your hand again, and you could tell he was close. You slid your hand up, prodding at his lip before letting two fingers slip into his mouth, and began teething at them almost immediately. You ran your hand over his near-purple cockhead one last time before pinching on it. Jade cried out in surprise, thrashing violently in your arms as he came with a cry, and you don’t think you’ve ever heard him make a noise that lewd.

It almost caught you off guard when he started sniffing, his eyes filling with tears. Your eyes widened as you snatched the jar you brought from its place, positioning it under Jade’s cheek. The first tear that spilled over his lashline glistened almost unnaturally before turning into the prettiest crystal you think you’ve ever seen. Though, what made you stare in awe was your boyfriend’s expression. His lips were slick with saliva, and his cheeks were dusted with purple. His mismatched eyes were glossed over as he sniffed and panted, and you could tell that his mind was still elsewhere.

“You okay, Jade?” You asked, running a hand down his back wherever there were no fins in the way. He slumped into you, his tail curling up to him as he did so.

“Yeah,” he sighed, and it faded into a breathless chuckle. “It’s just that I haven’t cried in years.”

“You did so well,” you assured, now running your hands through his damp hair. “Thank you, babe.”

“Of course,” he smiled, leaning forward to kiss you softly. “I’m alright if it’s for you.”

~~

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.”

✧ Jade has an intimidating reputation that's helped him get out of many situations. 

✧ To most people, it would just make sense that he’d be the same way in his ... ‘private affairs.’ and that led to a lot of people making assumptions about you.

✧ When you and Jade first started your relationship, you heard a lot of whispers around. ‘Poor thing’ and such. Honestly, it annoyed you. Therefore, you did something about it.

Jade himself never said such things, nor did he imply it. The topic hadn't come up at all until you mentioned it. He was a bit amused when you told him, but suddenly got intrigued when you brought up the idea of fucking him. You’d promised to make it entertaining, make it worth his while. You wasted no time getting ready, setting up safe words (Though you doubted he’d use them), and preparing everything you needed. 

With a diamond-shaped bottle on the bedside table, and a thick, almost slimy liquid coating your fingers, you were about ready to begin. As a precaution, you wrapped the tie from his uniform tightly around his wrists, keeping them pinned behind his back. His face was pressed down on the pillows, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth from the prepping you already did. 

“Are you ready, dear?” He bit the pillow and nodded to the best of his abilities. His hips twitched, eager for something inside him. Who were you not to oblige him? Slowly, you placed the tip at his entrance, feeling the heat radiating off of him. His dick twitched, reddening with anticipation. With a smooth motion, you thrust inside him. His porn-ish moans were a dead giveaway that you’d hit his prostate.

“Oh? Did that feel good?” Bending down to whisper to him, you let your hand graze over his cock. He moaned into the pillow, letting his jaw go lax. He cursed under his breath, “F-fuck… More, Please…” He was much cuter when he acted dumb. You let your free hand go up to his hair, gently rubbing his scalp. His eyebrows arched as you hit a particularly sensitive spot, digging his nails in his palms. “You’ve been so good for me...~” You rubbed your thumb over his slit, and swore you could see his eyes cross. “So obedient…” You pressed a kiss to his cheek, which was now starting to wet itself with tears. 

At that he spilled himself on the sheets, letting out a drawn-out moan. His cum slid in between your fingers as you continued to jack him off after his orgasm.  “Too- Too much-! Too much toomuch-!” His words started to melt together as his limp dick became hard again, and your cock continued to ram into him.

“Atta boy… You can do it, love.” You nipped at the nape of his neck. small, purple bruises started to litter him, as your tight grip made him wail into the fabric. “I-I’m gonna cum again if you don't-” A sharp set of teeth bit at his shoulder, and he felt his body shiver and release. You pulled out and let his aching dick rest. The room was filled will silence except for his panting.

Floyd didn’t know why he was feeling like this.

Well, he knew why, he just didn’t know why you.

Tried as he might, he could never convince you to speak more than a few words to him… probably because you immediately associated him with Azul, who you were the least bit fond of. 

Floyd had given up completely after you had made your way to Azul’s office to confront him after you’d found Grim had been manipulated into a contract. Floyd remembers trying to stand in your way, but you just grabbed him by the shirt and practically tossed him to the side… and so effortlessly, too.

Oh, how that enraged him to no end. He never had issues with those stronger than him; he usually found a way to intimidate them in the end. You, however, ignored everything he did. His backhanded threats, his teasing pranks, even his aggressive behavior, you took everything with a simple grimace or manually moving him out of you sight.

How dare you? How dare you ignore him?

He knew you didn’t give him a single thought, but you littered his mind constantly, bitterly. At first it started with plans to coax some kind of reaction from you, and then it took up half his brain in a few days, and suddenly you were seeping deeper into his consciousness. Everything he thought he would somehow relate back to you.

Why? He hated you with his entire being. You were hardly entertaining, all you did was express your disgust with him each encounter—

Floyd was knocked back to his senses when Professor Crewel called his name. Right, Alchemy class. He huffed to himself.

“Your project partner today, the Prefect.” he’d said. 

Floyd scowled. Of course he’d be paired up with that slab of concrete. Couldn’t he have someone fun, like Sea Otter, like Crabby, or even just Jade? He slinked away in search of you, ignoring the “good boy” that Crewel hummed. Floyd hated it when Crewel called him that… but, maybe if you— Quit it.

You weren’t hard to find at all, being the single woman in the room. He stood by your side, stealing rude glances when you kept silent. You didn’t even have a reaction to his presence, instead keeping your focus on the full vials displayed on the desk.

No matter how badly he didn’t want to have the first word, he knew you wouldn’t take it if he didn’t. And you prefer the quiet, so he may as well try and distract you with noise if he could.

“Hey, Shrimpy.” he drawled, looming over your shoulder. “Y’know what you're doin’, yeah? Don’t need my help?”

You still voiced nothing. You were reading through the instructions given, carefully pouring whatever was needed.

“…Cool. I don’t needa do anythin’.” 

“Do your part.” you finally muttered, though you didn’t spare him a glance. “You won’t pass if you don’t.”

Floyd rolled his eyes with a groan. “Why? Professor Beakfish can’t tell the difference if you do it all.”

“Oh, yeah? Ruggie’s watching.” That made him scan around for said boy… and there he was, doing his own project with Kalim, taking small peeks every few moments. Once he noticed Floyd’s gaze, he flashed him a cheeky grin. He knew Ruggie was watching for two reasons: he knew how little Floyd and Yuu get along and wanted to see how it played out, and he could use Floyd’s lack of work as a means of future blackmail for lunch food. He’d no doubt hang this over his head, but honestly? He didn’t care much.

“Still don’t feel like it.” he said with a click of his tongue.

He stood idly by, eyes going between you and Ruggie, until an idea struck him. He was so bored, it’d give him something to do.

“If I’m not gettin’ full points, neither’re you.” He clumsily grabbed whatever vials were present, dumping all of them in the beaker with a toothy grin.

“Wait—“ You stuck an arm out in front of Floyd instinctively, the beaker immediately blowing up and covering the two of you in black soot. You slowly opened your eyes and lowered your arm, a clean line across his chest where your arm had ‘protected’ him.

Though it wasn’t explicit, you were furious. Every single time you had even got near Floyd, he’d find a way to mess something up. She exhaled slowly as Crewel approached.

“Bad dogs, what’s happened?” His glare was so stern, you would have lowered your head if you weren’t so angered.

“She messed up.” Floyd said, smile still wide as ever.

You grit your teeth. You wanted to scream, shout, throw things, throw him, but you stood with a blank poker-face. It’s all you could do.

Crewel opened his mouth, probably to scold you, or Floyd, someone, until Ruggie called from the other side of the room.

“He did iiiiiit…” he said before breaking into cackles. “Y’know he did!”

Floyd’s grin fell into a look of deadpan irritation, but was met with Ruggie’s uppity smug face.

“Yes…” Crewel cleared his throat. “I figured as such. Floyd Leech, to your dorm room immediately. I will choose how I shall deal with you later. As for the Prefect… you are dismissed. You may retake this project by yourself tomorrow.”

And like that, Crewel skirted off back to the front of the classroom.

Floyd’s rage was bubbling heavily in his chest. Dismissed? Why do you get dismissed?

Floyd grumbled under his breath and took off his lab coat to shove into your arms, nails digging into his palms as he sped out of the room. Ruggie laughed at him the entire way, of course, only to be reminded by Kalim to keep hushed.

A few seconds later, you emerged from the door, pushing yourself away from the frame as you rubbed at your face to get the soot off. Thank goodness for those lab coats, you thought. Your quick strides let you catch up with Floyd. You grabbed his wrist and roughly turned him to face you.

“Fuck’s wrong with you?” you snarled.

“Iunno, I think I’m fine.” he said with a bored shrug, tugging your hand off.

“No, why d’you do that? You always mess my shit up.”

“Seemed fun.”

That seemed to be the last tick on your timebomb of patience; you grabbed him by the arms and shoved him against the wall, eyes ablaze in fury.

“I’m fucking tired of you! I can’t even look at you without you doing something you shouldn’t.” You ranted on and on about how much you hated him, how angry he constantly made you, how badly you just wanted to make him into your dinner…

It went through one ear and out the other with Floyd, however, as he grasped one of your hands and slowly slid it up to his neck, eye contact never breaking.

“—And now, you’re messing with schoolwork! D’you know how hard it is to—“

“You should choke me.”

“…What?”

“You should choke me.”

You blinked in confusion. Floyd continued to blankly stare at you with half-lidded eyes, holding your hand up to his throat. A few moments of awkward silence pass.

“Ya hate me? Choke me, then.”

You retreated your hands, wiping them on your shirt like they’d been touched by muck. You stood her ground in front of him and shook your head, bewildered. “No. No, I’m not doing that.”

“Why not?” His responses were quick and blunt, like he’d already thought of and rehearsed this many times before.

“Why would I?” You gave an incredulous look, eyes squinted and nose scrunched. He leaned forward slightly, studying your face.

“Good way to take your frustration out.” He smiled, continuing to lean until his chin rested on your shoulder.

“The fuck’re you talking about?” You scowled at him, just like you always did. Floyd didn’t answer further, instead sliding his hands up your waist and to your back.

He hated you, he hated how you ignored him, he hated how difficult it was to get a rise from you, he hated how often he thought about the things he wanted you to do to him. He hated it all, but he craved more of it.

He trailed further up until he was fiddling with your bra clip. You pushed him away before he could take it off, much to his disappointment.

“We’re not doing this out here.” you murmured. Right, they’re still in the hallway, thankfully empty due to the other students in their respective classes. “Your room.”

As much as you didn’t want to admit it, he was right; you needed an outlet. You were so, so frustrated with all the constant prefect work, keeping Grim, Ace, and Deuce in check, you needed something to take it out on. Of course, you didn’t think Ramshackle would be the best choice for sex, especially with the risk of the ghosts getting nosy and spying on them… or Grim walking in and traumatizing himself.

He gave a smug grin, tugging you along to his room—tried to tug, kind of. Your pace stayed slow and leisurely while he pulled forward. It was almost comical how someone so much shorter than him was somehow strong enough to keep themself in place.

Once arrived, Floyd wasted no time in slamming the door and locking it before returning to his place; hands fiddling with your bra clip, this time clumsy and rushed. He was growing visibly frustrated as time went on without your bra unhooking, earning a scoff from you. You reached behind yourself, shooing his hands away and unhooked it easily. You slid the bra straps down your arms, allowing the piece to fall onto the ground from under your shirt.

With giddy cackles, he immediately pushed his face into your chest, fingers sinking into your cloth-protected breasts. He hated how much he’s always liked them.

“No.” You grabbed the back of his shirt, yanking him away to be met with a shocked face, quickly contorting into one of annoyance. You wanted to say you only allowed him to take off your bra because it was more comfortable for you. You didn’t really mind him touching you… he didn’t deserve that, though. “Get on the bed.”

“No.” he mocked, reaching out to squeeze your tits.

“Yes.” you hissed. You grabbed his collar to shove him in the direction of the bed. He stumbled and fell onto his back, cushioned by the mattress. Oh, he hated how much that reminded him of your first actions that caused him all of these confusing feelings.

You crawled on next to him, pulling him farther so his full body lay on the bed.

“Aye, I’m not a ragdoll!” he complained.

“Eh, you could be.”

You hooked a finger at his collar, already loosened by a few buttons.

“You like teasing your chest out to everyone, huh?” You glanced up at his face, your expression unreadable.

“Maaaybe.”

“Let’s show a lil’ more of it, then.” you mused, dragging your finger down until the last button popped undone. Your eyes scanned his body; his upper body was a tad wide, his chest and abs toned enough to be expected from a basketball player and someone who… well, someone who swam constantly. You ran a hand down his torso. “Lookit you, pretty boy.”

“I know.” Floyd snickered, shivering at your touch. You leaned down to pepper kisses along his body, the feeling tickling him enough to make him squirm. He let out a low whine, growing impatient. “I thought you were gonna take your anger out.” His voice was taunting, probably in an attempt to irk you.

“Don’t like foreplay?” You sat up and looked down upon him. Somehow, it made him feel small.

“I don’t care about that, just get on with it already.” The complaints must have worked, because you yanked down his pants in one motion, his cock springing out. 

You raised a hand to Floyd’s mouth. 

“Lick it.” You ordered. He knew you just wanted to use his saliva as lube to jerk him off, but a wide grin spread on his face; one everyone knew. He leaned in and bit your hand, his sharp teeth digging into your skin.

With a hiss, you grabbed him by the hair to pry him off. He looked up at you haughtily, hoping this would finally rattle you enough to be as rough with him as he always wanted you to be.

With his hair still balled in your hand, you leered at him with intensity that usually rendered everyone around you timid. Floyd, however, just seemed complacent with himself.

You grabbed one of the stray ties that littered his bed.

“Sit up.”

“No—“ The second you heard him begin to utter a refusal, you hoisted him by the collar to sit up. “Quit doin’ that!”

“Shut up.” You guided his hands behind his back, tying them together with the unused tie. Floyd pretended to pout, but he couldn’t ignore his excitement.

His anticipation turned into confusion when you slid off the bed and began rummaging around the room.

“I know you got something around here…” you mumbled, digging through his dresser drawers. Finally when you reached the bottom one, you found and retrieved a magic wand vibrator. “Figured.”

“Holy shit!” Floyd gasped, visibly perking up. “I forgot I bought that!”

You stopped in your tracks and let out a guffaw, caught off guard. This was the first time he’d ever seen and heard you laugh, a little sad that it was in a situation like this, but he thought it sounded… cute. It was boisterous, high pitched compared to your regular voice. He let out a few giggles.

The laughter died down, and you crawled back on the bed, turning the vibe on. You started it on the lowest setting before pressing it against the tip of his cock. Floyd sucked in a breath, but still looked at her with a bored expression.

“That’s it? What, y—“ You suddenly zipped to the highest level, causing Floyd to gasp. “Ow! Fucking—“ He cut himself off with a moan.

“D’you prefer the lower one?” you asked with a small grin.

He shook his head, “Nope.” It was a little much as an immediate start, but he wouldn’t want you to know that. His jaw clenched to try and stifle his moans and mewls, watching you drag the toy along his length.

It didn’t take long for the vibrations to force out a few beads of precum, which you smeared around the head without a second thought.

His hips slowly started bucking as he was getting closer to cumming, eyes scrunching shut and turning his head to the side to focus on his breathing.

You allowed him to grind against the toy for a bit, until eventually turning it off when his breathing got noticeably ragged. His eyes cracked open with a carping groan.

“What the fuck?” Floyd whined with a glare.

“Shut up.” You waited a few beats before turning the vibrator back on the max level, making Floyd jolt with a yelp.

This time, he was more sensitive than before, and it made keeping quiet even harder. He was hoping the vibe was loud enough to mask his strained gasps and hisses. 

Again he grew close, and again you pulled away his stimulation.

“Quit doing that!” He squirmed in frustration, attempting to wriggle out of the restraints.

You silently watched his chest heave with his labored breaths, a third time pressing the toy against his dick, eliciting a whine from him. When Floyd made eye contact, there was a noticeable flash of desperate pleading, his shoulders twitching as he tried miserably to grind against the vibrator. When a choked moan broke from him, you retreated the toy.

“S-stop teasing me!” he cried out, his thighs trembling underneath you. “Just let me cum!”

“You made me put up with all your stupid bullshit for weeks , and you think I’m gonna let you go easy? I’m—“ Your barred words were interrupted by Floyd’s cell phone ringing on the nightstand. You glanced at him before grabbing the phone, displaying Jade’s name.

Without hesitation, you answered it. You put it on speaker and set the phone on Floyd’s thigh. He only looked at your incredulously, mouthing something you didn’t bother to decipher.

“Are you alri—“

“Whaddyou want?”

“Hm? Why do you have Floyd’s phone?”

“I don’t. He’s here.” You idly twirled a finger around the head of his cock, Floyd’s huff audible through the phone.

“Why was he not able to answer it?”

“Busy.” You wrapped your hand around his length, squeezing lightly as you began to stroke it. He bit down on the collar of his shirt, trying to muffle his whimpers.

“I… don’t understand.”

“Just playing a game.” To emphasize yourself, you grabbed the base and smacked his cock against your other hand with a loud, wet slap! and a sharp cry from Floyd.

Silence from the phone.

“I see. I hope I’m not interrupting.”

“Not at all.” you said dismissively. “You can come over if you wanna.” You looked up at Floyd, raising a brow. After a moment, he begrudgingly nodded, and you nodded back.

“Oh… Thank you.”

“Y’know where we are.” You didn’t bother to say your goodbyes before hanging up the phone, sliding it on the floor.

“What’re you gonna do when he gets here?” There was a hint of optimism in his voice. He didn’t know if Jade would be out in the same position he’s in, if they’d be treated differently, if… if Jade would be permitted to touch you.

“Dunno.” you clicked, resting your head on his thigh while you idly slid your thumb across the slit of his cock. Each swipe earned some kind of reaction; a squirm, a huff, a whine, whatever it was, you could watch and listen forever.

Floyd’s brows were furrowed in frustration; he really didn’t want to start begging, but he was damn near close to it. Every time you touched him, he leaked with precum and it made everything so much slicker.

“…Can’t you just let me cum?”

“No.”

“You can make me cum again, just—just this once?”

“No.” And just like that, you now knew he can orgasm multiple times. Neat! You definitely won’t use that against him.

He growled, his hips trying to push into your hand until a swift knock was heard at the door. You tsked, slipping off the bed to unlock and open the door. Jade stood on the other side with his hands clasped together, eyes widened.

“May I—“

“Yep.” You pulled him in, relocking the door behind them.

“What would you—“ Without another word, you set a hand on his waist, the other gripping his jaw to plant a soft kiss to his lips. Your slow and careful touches contrasted your cold and irritated touches you gave to Floyd, it made him twitch in jealousy.

Jade’s shoulders relaxed, arms snaking around you as his eyes fluttered shut. He didn’t have the same angry lustful feelings Floyd did; he’d steal a few stares as you passed by, but that was really all. He kept out of your way most of the time, you weren’t worth the hassle.

He knew you were probably just using him to punish Floyd further, but he didn’t care. His hands traced along your sides, stopping underneath your chest.

“…May I?” he hummed, his hands inching closer.

You grabbed his hand and placed it over your tit. “It’s okay to touch me.”

Jade stiffly nodded, face flushing further. He was a bit dumbfounded. His hand squished and squeezed you experimentally.

Meanwhile, Floyd was glaring daggers at the two; you knew exactly what you was doing, you knew exactly how it made him feel.

Jade leaned in for another kiss, his body pressing against yours.

“…Prefect?” He earned a light hum and a kiss on the cheek in response. “I’ve thought about… about you. Many times.”

“Mhm? How?” You glanced over at Floyd, who was still visibly seething.

“I’ve thought about your body. About you touching me.”

“Touching you where?”

“…Everywhere .” he droned, bringing your hand up to rub his face against it before dragging it down his chest.

Floyd let out an angered growl, wriggling in his place.

“Shut up! Shut up!” He frantically tried to wipe away his frustrated tears on his shoulder. “Shrimpy, just shut up and fuck me already! Stop it!”

“No.” You guided Jade to sit on the bed before stepping back, looking around for… something again. “You got any tape in here?”

“Hm?” Jade cocked his head. “We may.”

She scoured around for a roll of tape. Scrap paper, glue sticks, a… paper puppet? Okay, whatever… Duct tape. Why he had duct tape, who knew. Maybe he just had it because he thought it’d have a use eventually; and it did.

You spun the roll on your finger as you walked back.

“Wow, extra bondage.” Floyd huffed.

“Kinda.” You pulled Floyd onto the floor. He sat on his knees in front of you, watching as you pulled the tape from the roll and used teeth to break it off. You grabbed the vibrator from the bed, placing the toy on his thigh and wrapping the tape around it to keep it in place with the head of the vibrator pushed against his cock.

“What, you're gonna make me watch or something?” he snorted.

“Yep.” You tore off another piece of tape, putting it over his mouth. “You’re cuter when you can’t talk.”

He let out a muffled whine when you turned on the toy, leaning forward as your hand pulled away to try to extend your touch.

You ignored his desperation, sitting on the bed next to Jade.

You lightly pushed him onto his back. “You’re real patient.” you murmured, kissing along his jawline.

“Thank you, Miss. It’s difficult.” he whispered, arms wrapping around you. He quietly moaned as you nipped at his collarbone. “May I take off my shirt?”

You sat back on her heels and carelessly gestured with a hand. Jade tugged away his tie, tossing it to the side while he pulled off his suit jacket. He unbuttoned the underneath shirt as quickly as he could—maybe he wasn’t as patient as you thought he was.

“Cute.” Your fingers feathered up his body and swiped over a nipple, earning a gasp.

“C-can you do that again?”

“Do what?”

“T-touch m—“ He hissed when you swirled your fingers around his nipples, his body twitching and trembling. 

He arched his back as time passed, feeling himself leak through his pants from the constant teasing. 

“Please, Miss.” He groaned, balling his fists in your shirt while he pulled away. “May I taste you? Please?” He slid his knees to the ground, attempting to pull you forward so he could sit between your legs.

“Such good manners.” you cooed, tucking the black streak in his hair behind his ear. “You may.”

Between quiet ‘thank you’s, he tugged on your waistband. You let out an amused him when his attempts were left fruitless, you lifted your hips slightly to aid him. Finally left in only your shirt, he stared in awe. 

“I think you’re beautiful, Miss.”

“Shush.” You pulled his face closer. “No biting.”

He only nodded before shoving his face into your cunt, teasing your clit with the tip of his tongue. You gasped, setting a thigh on his shoulder while he traced around with the underside of his tongue.

Jade could feel his throbbing cock weep for release, the ache almost painful. His hand hovered over his belt, but quickly brought it back up to squeeze your thigh.

“Miss,” he mumbled, his voice vibrating against you, “May I touch myself?”

You nodded stiffly, relishing in the feeling of his mouth on you. He quickly fumbled with his belt, whipping it off. He popped his cock out, already slick with precum, and began stroking it. His hand twisted up and down his shaft as he tried to bury his face closer into you. With his other hand, he lightly pushed your thigh into his cheek, looking up with pleading doe-eyes.

You squeezed his head in your thighs; not hard enough to be overwhelming but enough to reward him. The feeling of him fucking his own hand mixed with your thighs hugging the sides of his head made him shiver, the vibrations of his moans making your breath hitch.

“Good boy.” you moaned, grinding against his face. Your words seemed to have stricken Floyd; he let out a loud cry of protest, muffled by the tape. It should be him, it should be him, it should be him, it should be him.

His cries and screams of frustration were masked by the sounds of the vibrator. It didn’t matter, he would have been ignored regardless.

Jade whined as his hand’s pumping grew messy and erratic. He pulled away with a large gasp for air.

“May I cum? May I please cum, Miss?” He panted desperately, his own hand merciless on himself while he imagined it was yours instead.

“Cum for me.”

“Th-thank you—“ He shoved his face into your thigh to hush his moans, his cum hitting his chest and torso. He heaved as he tried to catch his breath, his pumping slowing to a stop. He looked down at the mess he’d made of himself, fatigued already.

“Good job.” You brushed her fingers through his hair affectionately. You were surprised at how strangely obedient Jade was; you would have figured he’d try some kind of sly tricks or backhanded rebelling, but he was… good.

He pushed his head into your hand, rubbing the sweat off from his forehead. Behind you two, Floyd sat writhing and whimpering pathetically, his torso and the hems of his shirt covered in his cum. You couldn’t tell how many times he’d came just from the amount caked on him. You almost pitied him because of the relentlessly never-ending stimulation from the vibrator forced on his dick. Almost.

With a kiss on Jade’s forehead and a rub on the nape of his neck, you stood. Still seated on the floor, Jade rested his head against the bed to watch you with tired eyes as you walked away.

You stopped in front of Floyd with a stone-faced leer. You took the edge of the tape around his mouth in your fingers and ripped it off. You expected him to yell, shout, growl in rage and anguish, cuss her out, but never in a million years did you expect—

“Mommy—I… I’m s-sorry, please fuck me, please.”

He twisted and fidgeted under your touch, waiting to hear your no’s, leaning forward to try and wipe his tears on your shirt.

“…Fine.” You tore away the vibrator from his thigh, giving him the short-lived break he desperately needed. His eyes widened in surprise when you shoved him onto his back (or arms for that matter). You crawled over him, reached beneath you to wrap your fingers around his dick and align him with your pussy.

“Stoplight safe words work for you, right?”

“I don’t care, I don’t care! Just fucking do it already!” He planted a foot on the ground to try and slip himself in your cunt, his restiveness left unrewarded when you lifted your hips away from him.

“I don’t respond to that.”

He complained with a groan, lolling his head back. “Yeah, green, green, please… ” It was intriguing how quickly Floyd switched up; constantly teetering from begging to being the absolute bane of your existence.

You finally took pity upon him, plunging yourself down onto him. You took his entire cock at once, forcing a cracked whine from him. You denied him time to adjust immediately began slamming your hips down. The messy slaps of flesh on flesh combined with Floyd’s incoherent voice cracks and moaning, somebody was bound to hear. Honestly? Floyd kind of hoped for it, someone behind the door hearing him being turned into a fucktoy, a stupid slut for someone he loathed.

His arms pulled, trying to break away from the restraints around his wrists. He wanted to touch you so badly; touch your tits, your waist, your hips, your ass, your thighs, anything he could manage to get his hands on. He felt like he was being taunted, despite being ridden into fucking oblivion.

“Please, please—“ He didn’t fucking know what he was even begging for at this point. He wanted it faster, he wanted it slower, wanted it rougher, gentler, he didn’t know—he just wanted to cum again. Your soft walls around him felt so different from the vibrator, it felt so much better. His mismatched half-lidded eyes were glossy and dazed as he stared at your nails.

“C’mon. C’mon, I fuckin’ love when you hurt me.” he growled. 

At least you had an excuse to use him as a punching bag. You raked your nails along his skin, coaxing hisses and choked moans from him.

“You can do fuckin’ better than that.” Floyd managed a chuckle, though it was forced and interrupted by a gasp when you squeezed around his dick. “Fuck, I know you wanna hurt me, ya wanna watch me cry and squirm, yeah?” He was just mocking her, a wide grin on his face. “Do it, then. Make me cry, Mommy. I know ya like when I call ya that.”

You were silent, your face burning red. He couldn’t tell if it was from fury or if his words turned you on more. “…Shut the fuck up.”

“Ya like when I’m under you? Hm?” His cock twitched in you. By and by, he’d managed to get a reaction out of you, and he loved it.

You gripped his throat, one of the only ways you might shut him up. “You talk way too fucking much.” 

“Fuck me.” he crowed. “Harder, do it fuckin’ harder.”

You kept your steady pace, your gaze hardening. “What’d I say about talking to me like that?”

“Please, harder? Please?” His chest heaved, feeling the familiar pressure buildup within him.

“Good boy.”

“Oh, fuck.” The words made him feel tingly, overwhelmed tears welling in his eyes as you grew rough. Honestly, he’d already forgotten how he even got to this point; his thoughts were hazy. “I-I’m gonna cum—“

“No.”

The dam broke, the denial forcing a broken sob. “No, please, please , I’m sorry, I’m fuckin’ sorry—“ He babbled on with his begging, trying to bury himself deeper inside you.

“No.”

“I’m sorry, I won’t—I won’t—“ What did he do again? He can’t remember. “Fuck, please! Fuckin’ let me cum! Please, can I cum? J-just—“

“Fine.”

“Fuckin’ fina—Thank you!” Through weeps and moans, his cum coated the inside of your cunt as his back arched in pleasure.

You and Floyd stayed in place after you slowed to a stop, unmoving as you caught your breath.

“…Would you like me to get some towels?” Jade piped up after a few moments of silence. He was still seated on the ground, flushed from watching.

You glanced back at him. “Yeah… yeah, thanks.” You panted, pulling off of Floyd so you could help untie his wrists. “Sorry I didn’t do much with you. I’ll make it up to you later.”

“Thank you, Prefect.” Jade stood to his feet, legs a bit wobbly. He gave her a polite smile, slipping out of the room to leave the two alone while he grabbed what was needed.

It was silent. Floyd looked exhausted as he rubbed his face, ridding it of tear stains.

“…I still hate you.” you eventually said.

“Yeah, I still hate you, too.”