Welcome To The Madness, Enter At Your Own Risk

Finals season is close, too close, and the stress piled up over the entire year, stacking arguments, controlled and uncontrolled magic, fights, exams, and practical tests on top of each other, has left everyone’s brains practically melted. The unbirthday party of this day, or rather, this night, pushes aside the comfort zone and Riddle’s beloved (though often questioned) rules and simply… lets itself be felt. Even Crowley pretends not to notice that Heartslabyul is far too alive and awake for this hour, that several dorm mirrors glow constantly as students come and go, drifting in and out of the Queen of Hearts’ dorm.

Candles float above the rose gardens and over your head, music makes the walls tremble, and a dessert table stands proud enough to embarrass most royal banquets, most of the sweets provided by Trey and the Octavinelle staff.

The whole place vibrates with that untamable energy, the complete opposite of what once was the most structured and rigid dorm on campus. Now the aura of the lounge and the rose maze hums faintly dangerous, the kind of thing that happens when you gather a crowd of magically inclined, hormone-fueled students buzzing on caffeine and tell them, “Have fun!... responsibly, please.”

You’re not sure who decided that “responsibly” included spiking the punch, but judging by how Ace guards the bowl like a dragon protecting its treasure, wearing a suspiciously smug grin he shares with Cater, it’s no longer just fruit juice and sugar in there.

“Family tradition,” Ace whispers, pouring the contents of a flask into the bowl. Judging by the amber liquid with bright undertones, it’s probably not something that should be on campus.

Deuce trails behind him, muttering something about decency and morning-after regret, while the rest of the crowd already lines up for a taste. Even Jade watches the punch as if he’s about to inspect it in a laboratory. Meanwhile, Kalim dumps, again, maybe for the second or third time? A bag full of sweets and chocolates straight from his homeland onto the dessert table because, in his words, “everything tastes better when chaos is shared.”

You know you should pace yourself, but there’s something about the way the punch glows under the colored lights, mingling with the scent of roses from the maze, the rich, indescribable fillings of chocolates from the Scalding Sands, and the way the air hums with anticipation that makes you feel euphoric just by breathing. One glass becomes two, then three. You lose count of how many times you laugh until your sides ache, or how many times you feel an arm draped around your shoulders.

You see Floyd dragging people into a conga line that ends with someone accidentally knocking over a lamp and Riddle shouting at the next person in sight. Jade and Azul pretend to “sample” desserts, only to linger near the table and overhear the arguments and troubles of potential new unfortunate souls.

A hand grabs your wrist to pull you onto the improvised dance floor: was it Epel? Or maybe it was Ruggie before he taught you that wild Savanaclaw-style drinking song?

You remember Cater snapping an immeasurable amount of photos, surely for Magicam; or perhaps, in the darker corner of your mind, to stockpile enough blackmail material to make even Azul blush.

From the lounge window, you can see Lilia floating over the rose bushes, plucking roses to assemble a suspiciously beautiful bouquet, mixing red and white. A moment later, he sweeps inside and scatters them everywhere, like confetti made of nature itself.

Everything is too bright, too warm, spinning slightly off-axis. Someone brushes your rebellious hair away from your face, their thumb lingering a second too long against your cheek. You feel a body press behind you, bold hands resting on your hips, the brush of lips against your ear whispering words that make your heart race. The party fades into the background, dissolving into murmurs as you slip away with that person down a dim hallway, stumbling over your own feet, more intoxicated by touch than by alcohol.

The small details stay on your mind and on your skin: a door closing behind you, laughter turning into something softer, slower, more dangerous. The taste of something sweet on your lips before being coaxed onto your tongue; the sensation of arms boxing you in, a faint scratch trailing down your back, the way your body arches toward that contact almost automatically. A gasp, a shiver, the delicious ache of desire.

The night dissolves into fragmented images: a moan—yours or theirs—muffled laughter against your collarbone, cool air on overheated skin, need melting into satisfaction. Words are whispered, some too soft to understand, others too bold to repeat in the daylight.

And then… nothing.

Morning arrives with a pounding headache. You can’t even open your eyes because the sun—so warm and ever-present, usually there to comfort and burn in equal measure—is now your natural enemy. Your body feels heavy and sore in places you didn’t even know existed, and trying to move is like trying to shift a boulder. Your legs are jelly, and there’s a sweet, buzzing sensation between them.

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Riddle

It’s the annoying knocking against the door that wakes you, not the pounding in your head, although that is definitely there, and with every knock, knock, knock the pain increases.

You don’t want to get out of bed, but the more the knocking continues, the more your head throbs. You groan in frustration and roll over in bed, every muscle sore, your skin tingling from somewhere deep in your bones. You force yourself to get up, eyes squeezed shut against the sunlight.

Your feet touch the cold, hard floor and, with the muscle memory of a half-asleep zombie, you shuffle forward. You slam your shin hard against a heavy piece of furniture...a piece you don’t remember being there. “Fuck!” you hiss, hopping forward, and your foot lands on something soft and suspiciously like clothing.

…weird.

You keep walking with your eyes closed and reach the door still wrapped in a fog of sleep. You try to find the doorknob, which you’ve opened thousands of times in a dreamlike state, except today it’s strangely difficult to locate. The knocking continues.

You open the door, squinting, and find Trey standing there, perplexed, his eyes trailing down your body before quickly snapping upward toward the ceiling.

Why? Simple… because you’re naked from head to toe.

Wait… this isn’t your dorm, this isn’t your furniture, this isn’t your door…

You’re in one of Heartslabyul’s many gravity-defying hallways.

You look down and notice your nudity and do what any rational person would do… you shriek and slam the door in his face. You step back, tripping over a bundle of red and white clothing scattered together with pieces of your uniform.

The memories hit you like a bucket of cold water: Riddle’s cheeks slightly flushed, already affected by the punch, his lips swollen from kissing you so much, stammering your name in the middle of the crowd.

His nervous, sweaty hands when you led him upstairs to his room during the party, both of you slipping away from the others’ vulture-like gazes. Ace shouting in the background that Riddle was finally going to “get his dick wet” The forbidden thrill when he whispered as you reached his room, “This breaks several rules…” only to pull you closer and kiss you with intensity and nerves.

The way his fingers trembled when he touched you, soft but urgent, as if memorizing every curve, as if you were a new book he was desperate to dive into, his breathing shaky as he undressed you.

The scent of freshly cut roses and strawberries on his skin when you leaned down to kiss him again and again and again, trailing from his sweet, soft lips to his neck, collarbone, and chest.

His eyes widening when you straddled him, brushing your wet folds against his half-hard cock. The back-and-forth motion, rubbing your clit against him, letting your slick coat him and grow harder against you.

“Let me take care of you, Riddle,” you whispered before taking his cock in your hand and guiding it to your entrance, sliding down slowly; his body rigid, unsure where to place his hands, losing control as pleasure pushed him beyond every rule and ounce of self-control.

You remember taking his hands in yours and placing them on your breasts, teaching him how to touch you, massage you, even pinch your nipples. Your movements starting slow, but with every moan, yours and Riddle’s, turning into desperate bounces, feeling your spongy walls tighten around him more and more.

Fragments of his choked voice, nearly pleading, “Don’t stop… don’t… please, don’t stop,” his tone thick with desire and a hint of shame, biting his lips when you moaned too loudly, as if afraid of being heard but unable to ask you to quiet down. Your clit constantly rubbing against his pelvis, making you see stars as you cum around him with Riddle’s name on your lips.

His hands, now free from yours, still uncertainly massaging one breast while the other gripped your thigh, moving you harder and more desperately; his cock finishing inside you after a few more thrusts, filling you with him. “No… I’m not finished with you,” his words dissolving into a soft groan before flipping you onto your back and hovering above you.

His desperate mouth seeking yours, sloppy, clumsy kisses, his body pressed against yours as he started another round, messier, letting his semen spill from your cunt and soak his sheets.

The memory of his face afterward, undone and exhausted, eyes shining with satisfaction; his soft voice whispering against your hair, “I’ve never… felt something so delicious,” gently stroking your cheek with fingers still damp with your slick.

Your heart pounds rapidly in your chest.

Fuck… FUCK!

On the bed, covering his “indecencies,” sits Riddle, hair messy, mouth hanging open as if it might hit the floor. His eyes trail over your body, his face turning red, pale for a second, then red again… much redder.

“You just… opened the door? Like that?” His face matches his hair, arguably even redder.

He clutches the sheets, pulling them up to his chin with both hands, eyes now fixed on the ceiling, on his books, anywhere but your body out of mortification.

You, meanwhile, cover your face with both hands. “I just exposed myself in front of Trey!!… oh fucking hell.”

A muffled sound escapes Riddle’s lips… followed by a small laugh, very unlike him. You peek through your fingers; his blush spreads down his neck, his shoulders trembling slightly with laughter.

He seems… lighter… a little shy.

“You’re not… upset? Oh… well, upset might not be the right word.” If you start rambling, this won’t end well. “…What I mean is… did we do something you’re not happy or comfortable with?”

Please say no, please say no, please!!!

“Upset? No… I don’t think so.” Riddle is so shy he can barely meet your eyes. “Embarrassed, yes. Very… too much.” There’s a small pause that eats at you from the inside. “But I don’t regret anything.”

OH THANK SEVENS!!!

A wave of warmth rushes through you. Despite the humiliation, the chaos, there’s something strangely thrilling about waking up beside Riddle, seeing the strict prefect undone, hair messy, eyes soft just for you. You climb back into bed, pulling the blanket up to your chin and settling beside him, your head resting on his shoulder, feeling your pulse pounding in your throat.

“We’ll have to face Trey at some point.”

Riddle smiles and runs a hand over your hip.

“Yes, but perhaps… not yet.”

Floyd

Your head is a mess of fog and sharp pain, your body heavy with sweet exhaustion and tingling vibrations. You’re tangled in something soft; sheets, maybe. All you know is that you’re far too warm and every muscle feels deliciously worn out.

You try to move, but your legs are firmly trapped, wrapped and knotted in the sheets as if you’d fought a kraken in your sleep. You struggle to free yourself, throwing an arm toward the edge of the bed for support. You grab something solid and pull… and suddenly you’re on the floor.

The world spins, your shoulder slams against the ground, and a dead weight collapses on top of you, knocking the air out of your lungs.

You squeeze your eyes shut, too stunned to process the impact and the weight pressing down. A rough, sleepy, almost dangerous, growl reaches your ears, and you freeze. A hand plants itself beside your head, warm breath brushing your cheek.

Floyd is sprawled on top of you, one knee between your thighs, heavy and naked… oh sevens, he’s really naked.

And he is very, very close.

His eyes are half-lidded, sharp teeth peeking through a slowly spreading, wicked smile. “Heeey ~ Shrimpy~”

His husky voice sends a current down your spine, igniting places it shouldn’t. He shifts, pressing you harder into the floor, and you glance down to where his knee presses, realizing you’re just as naked as he is.

Shit. Shit. Shit. I’m going to die. I’m going to die. I’m going to die.

Floyd is on top of me. Floyd is naked. I’M GOING TO DIE.

SHIT!!!

“Hehe, you’re so cute when you’re scared.”

He leans down, rubbing his nose against your cheek, his hair falling over your face. You try to squirm, the sheets still tangled around your legs. “Floyd, get off—”

“Nah, you should’ve stayed in bed, Shrimpy~”

You’re painfully aware of every place your bodies touch: his hot skin, his muscles shifting as he stretches a little more over you, the sweet scent still lingering on his lips.

Your mind spins as blurry, burning memories resurface: Floyd dragging you away from the chaos of the party, his arm over your shoulders. “The party’s boring, let’s make our own.”

His kisses tasting like peppered chocolate, his teeth biting until you gasped, his laughter vibrating as he pushed you against the wall, taking you farther and farther and farther until your body ended up shoved toward a pool.

You resurfaced, gasping for air; Floyd diving in after you, his greedy, skilled hands catching you underwater, leaving you unable to move. His teeth sinking into your thigh, making you moan and writhe.

Floyd not stopping at one bite, peeling your soaked clothes from your skin with clumsy speed; every exposed patch of skin marked: inner thighs, collarbone, lower back, the curves of your ass. “You like it when I bite you, huh? Look at how your body trembles”

You remember his fingers finding your clit easily, his legs spreading yours, keeping you open for him. His lips, teeth, and tongue playing with your neck, sometimes kissing your pulse, other times biting until you whimpered.

The water and reflected light leaving your breasts on display, capturing your nipples in his mouth while he slid two fingers inside your cunt; just as you were about to cum, he stopped you with a hand at your throat while his fingers kept thrusting hard and fast. “Not yet, Shrimpy. I want to see you cry for it”

Floyd’s hips slamming into you the second he penetrated you, not letting you adjust properly. Sometimes he thrust so hard water splashed everywhere, other times he’d stop abruptly just to watch you, toying with your bruised nipples until you begged. “Floyd! Please… k-keep going!”

“Ask me better, Shrimpy, or I’ll twist your nipples until you cum from overstimulation,” resuming his movements painfully slow until tears ran down your face, mixing with the pool water; your pleas growing louder, shouting dirtier obscenities without shame.

“Please, please! Floyd!! Faster, I need you to move your cock faster! Deeper—play with my nipples if you want, but MOVE!” your hips grinding with his, trying to rub your clit against him; his hands gripping your hips hard and moving you with incredible strength.

The orgasm hitting like a blow, trembling from sheer excess; him not stopping, riding the wave with you, spreading your legs wider and thrusting deeper, his fingers playing with your clit before slipping two—maybe three—inside your wet cunt.

At some point in the night, ending up in his room, droplets of water trailing down your body while Floyd made you sit on him, lifting your hips easily, squeezing your thighs, your ass, smacking it; making you bounce on his cock at his rhythm, occasionally changing speed, laughing if you cried or moaned too loudly. “Does it hurt or do you like it, my little Shrimpy? I won’t spill inside until I break you.”

Back in the present, his smile sharpens even more—if that’s possible—while he studies your face from above. “You look dizzy, little Shrimpy.”

You squirm, half terrified, half something entirely different while his knee remains between your legs. You try to slide away across the floor, but Floyd won’t have it; he pins your hands on either side of your head, sliding his knee higher until it rests against your wet lips.

“You’re very tasty, hehe~ So messy, so mine… maybe we should stay like this all day.”

Your heart pounds, adrenaline buzzing, but your body shudders at his words, your wetness dampening his leg.

“Floyd…”

“Aww, don’t get shy now. Let me hear you beg again…”

Vil

You wake wrapped in a cocoon of silk, the light filtering in soft and golden through elegant curtains that definitely do not belong to your dorm room. There’s a sweet scent, like wild violets and expensive perfume… very expensive. Everything feels like a dream—the sheets perfectly folded, the sunlight gleaming over the wood, the sound of someone humming in the distance, a steady, low melody that is both comforting and majestic.

And the moment you move, that perfection collapses, because your entire body aches in the most deliciously possible… and mortifying way.

You shift a little more, settling into those noticeably expensive and sinfully soft sheets, and notice warm skin against other warm skin… yours; fingers tracing your hip and sliding up along your sides, the sensation relaxing yet faintly ticklish.

You open one eye and Vil gives you the softest smile you’ve ever seen him offer anyone. Radiant even in the morning, his hair spread across the pillow like a golden cloud, every perfect inch of him serene beneath the pleasant (and detestable to the eyes) sunlight.

Your heart nearly stops… how did a mere mortal like you achieve this? How did you end up in Vil Schoenheit’s bed?

“Good morning, Liebling.” Can someone’s voice truly sound velvety at this hour? Apparently his can. “Did you sleep well?”

You try to speak, but all that escapes your dry, over-kissed lips is an embarrassed sound. His, meanwhile, remain immaculate, curving further into a private smile just for you. He sits up and the sheets fall enough to gift you the sight of the delicate lines of his chest and shoulders.

Even after a wild party, he looks almost untouched, glowing under the soft light. You, on the other hand, feel disheveled, painfully aware of your state: smeared makeup, tangled hair, and a bewildered expression.

Vil brushes a strand from your face. “You have nothing to be ashamed of, darling. In fact…” He leans closer, stroking your cheek with his fingertips. “You’re dazzling like this… honest, real.”

Your cheeks burn as fragments of the previous night spiral back: his long, slender hands guiding you away from the chaos into a secluded room, the world fading as he tucked a rebellious strand behind your ear. “May I?” His kiss, light at first like the touch of a feather, then deepening until you melted in his arms.

You remember his skilled hands exploring every part of you, undoing button after button, exposing you freely before him. His fingers making you feel beautiful and desired, even as you stammered and trembled beneath their heat. His lips mapping every inch of revealed skin, describing what he found beautiful in each place.

The intensity of his focus, his eyes locked on yours while he drew every sound from your lips, making you feel like the center of his universe; his tongue on your neck, descending to your chest, tracing you with slow, controlled movements, his hand on your throat to keep you still as he circled a nipple with his tongue and captured it between his lips.

“Don’t move… I want to see you perfect, even undone,” his authoritative voice in a soft whisper as he moved lower and lower, across your stomach and abdomen until reaching your obscenely wet cunt, giving it a lick that left his mouth slick and stained.

The way he held your hips while thrusting into you from behind, in front of his massive mirror. You felt his cock sliding into you again and again and again, his hips striking your ass, admiring how it bounced against him. One hand pinning both of yours behind your back, the other gripping your hair, pulling your head back so you could see yourself in the reflection.

Your moans filling the room as he began to fuck you harder, your body pressed tighter to the mirror, your breasts bouncing with each thrust, barely holding yourself upright, tears filling your eyes as you met his gaze in the glass.

The ease with which he turned you, lifting one leg over his hip, pressing your ass against the mirror—surely leaving a sweat mark—and pushing harder and deeper. “You are a beautiful mess.”

The way he denied you over and over, promising that when he finally allowed you at the end of the night it would be the strongest, most powerful thing you’d ever feel. And it was; one final burst and the orgasm exploded between you, making you tremble from head to toe for several seconds while you felt him finish inside your tight walls, drawing even more spasms from you.

You remember how Vil cleaned you with care, combing your hair with his fingers. “You are the most beautiful of all sins.”

Intense doesn’t even come close to describing the blush that so beautifully paints not only your cheeks but your entire body.

“Are you regretting it?” The softness of the question strikes your heart like an arrow, squeezing so tightly it almost hurts.

“No! No, no… not at all.”

Ahhhh, how could anyone regret sharing sheets with Vil?

“It’s just that… how? Why?” You don’t finish the sentence, but the questions linger: how did you manage this? Why you among so many other marvels?

Vil lifts your chin with his finger and makes you look at him, no trace of harshness in his expression, only tenderness. “Is it so hard to believe that I desired you as well?”

Direct and sincere.

Vil leans in and kisses your lips slowly and sensually, then your cheeks and your bare shoulders. He draws you closer, his hand resting on your lower back, his perfume flooding your senses once more.

Wild violets, mixed with chocolate, sweat, and sex. “I want you like this, without filters.”

Vil rises to put on his splendid silk robe, intent on bringing something fresh for you both to eat and something for your headache, leaving you alone for a moment tangled in his sheets and his bed…

Was the bed always this big?

Rook

You open your eyes slowly, breathing in the sweet scent of wildflowers and fresh grass, the room dimly lit enough that you can open your eyes a bit more without your head hurting too much.

The sheets cover you like a soft mantle, brushing against sore muscles you didn’t even know could ache. Out of the corner of your eye you notice a patch of blond hair very close.

…That same patch is staring at you.

Intently.

Rook is lying beside you, propped on his elbows, eyes shining in the faint morning light, wearing a wide smile that is as beautiful as it is slightly unsettling. One hand rests on your abdomen, his thumb tracing distracted circles over marked skin.

Naked skin, to be clear.

You look where he’s touching you, look at his bare arm, and follow upward… higher and higher…

Rook is naked too.

“Bonjour, mon trésor…” His voice this early still sounds just as melodic and bright… though a little reverent and husky.

“What a spectacle, the dawn upon your bare skin. Ah, what art we created, what music your cries composed.”

“My… my cries?”

“Oui! A splendid ballad after such a feverish hunt.”

You jolt, and the ache between your legs makes your memory return in flashes: walking through Heartslabyul’s rose maze when you felt a presence behind you, tall, dense, and very, very hungry; Rook’s breath against your neck, his hands barely brushing your throat and waist. A hunter about to chase his prey.

“Mon petite proie, let me hunt you properly” The game of hunter and mouse through the immaculate rose bushes, past mirrors and through the exquisite halls of Pomefiore, until Rook caught you, pinning you against the wall and devouring your mouth.

His lips on your neck, his hands on your hips, unbuttoning your shirt, your pants, leaving a trail of clothing on the floor until reaching his room. How those clothes reached his bedroom floor unseen by other students? You couldn’t care less, not when his fingers slipped inside your cunt to curl and strike your sensitive spot.

His tongue licking and moving in small circles over your clit, fingers curving, sliding out and back in, in a delicious rhythm. Your own hand in his golden hair, pulling him closer. “Keep going… yes, yes, like that, don’t stop” Rook moaned hearing you so needy for him.

His expert fingers never leaving your pussy, carrying you to pleasure again and again and again. Maybe he made you cum three times, or was it five? Maybe he drew micro-orgasms from you with only his fingers and tongue.

You remember being arranged on your side, one leg lifted and draped over his shoulder, him savoring the feel of your thigh, your abdomen, your belly. Rook sliding slowly, the tip of his cock opening you inch by inch, your spongy walls already soaked yet tightening deliciously around him.

“Mon trésor, you are the perfect image of desire… let me admire your beauty as I make you mine,” the beginning of a slow, unhurried rhythm, admiring how your body moved with each thrust of his hips; your hand over his where he held your leg, your breasts moving freely, your eyes meeting his as the frenzy gradually intensified.

The way Rook moaned as much as, or more than you, describing how beautiful and “alive” you looked while sinking inside you, his thumb pressing against your clit so your walls would tighten more around him.

Your back against his chest when he made you kneel before him, one hand on your hip, the other moving your hair aside to kiss your spine before penetrating you from behind again. Your ass moving with each thrust, deliciously round and perfect for his hands. “Let me hear my muse scream”

The strong orgasm around his cock, held firmly, Rook deep inside you, restraining himself from finishing at that very moment; he wanted to enjoy you more, if possible, for the rest of the night; moving again once your wave ended, harder and deeper, using your breasts as leverage.

The heat of his semen when he spilled inside you, biting your neck and shoulders. “I want to adore you more, ma chérie, until I lose myself completely in your body”

A second, third, even a fourth round, all ending the same way: with Rook deep inside you, his seed spilled within and sliding down beneath your legs to the sheets.

The lascivious memories still swirl in your mind as you glance down at your body; a map of devotion, dotted with small bruises (surely from his fingers gripping you tightly while thrusting), bite marks, and the occasional hickey.

And also a lipstick mark on your thigh and hip.

Oh. Shit.

“Rook… did we… actually fuck?”

“Oui, ma chérie.” His laugh purrs beside your ear.

You try to cover yourself with the sheets, but Rook is already kissing your neck, your shoulder, your collarbone again. Slowly he finds your fingers, intertwining them with his.

“Never have I contemplated a beauty so sublime, so wild beneath me, crying out my name with every climax”

His breath brushes your skin and you shiver, a strange mix of vertigo and desire coiling in your abdomen. Rook pulls you even closer, his thigh sliding between yours. His kisses are more reverent, almost devout.

“I wish to hunt you again, every night, mon trésor,” he promises, fierce and determined, before pressing his lips to yours.

Malleus

The air is dense, the scent of rain and something sweetly electric wrapping around you. The headache feels like a minor nuisance at the back of your skull, as if the world itself were lulling you to calm down and keep resting. Immersed in that blessing, you let yourself float, feeling the aftershocks still running through your bones, the lazy ache in your thighs.

You shift between impossibly fine sheets… very elegant to the touch… cool and soft…

Okay, you’re not in your dorm

You open one eye, then the other. Dark, baroque furniture greets you. Definitely… this is not your bed.

You look down to where you feel a heavy weight, inhumanly heavy, resting over your abdomen. Long fingers, nails slightly elongated and black, belonging to Malleus’ arm and shoulder behind you.

His hair is messy and wild over that same bare shoulder, barely pushed back to reveal the scales on his forehead. Your gaze trails lower; his chest is bare, and the sheets cover just enough over both hips. Carefully, you lift them slightly and steal a furtive glance beneath, heart racing.

Ditto, you’re naked and so is he…

You blink.

That… can’t be.

You lower the sheets for a moment, close and open your eyes a few times. You lift them again and that, or rather those, are still there.

Between Malleus’ thighs, framed by the sculpted, pale lines of his hips, rest two semi-thick, awakened cocks against his abdomen. You stare at them, unable to process.

Holy shit. He has two…

HE HAS TWO AND THEY’RE HUGE!

Is this another dragon fae trait?

A nervous little sound slips from you, barely a small whimper, honestly a bit embarrassing, and Malleus’ eyes open slightly, narrowing, a nearly mischievous smile curving his lips. “Is something the matter, my treasure?”

My treasure…

The mental fog clears and the images of last night strike you like lightning: Malleus whispering things in your ear in the middle of the crowd that had nothing to do with the party, words you didn’t even know he knew, sweet and scandalously explicit. His large, calloused hand over yours as he guided you through the halls of Diasomnia to his own room.

Both hands roaming over your body, his claws tracing lines along your hips and waist. His figure over yours made you feel so much smaller, so tiny that when he placed a leg between yours he lifted you from the floor effortlessly. His palms on your hips as he rocked you over his thigh, your covered cunt already beginning to soak.

The way he prepared you with his fingers, long and cool, sinking deep, moving in and out, curling to find your most sensitive spot and stimulate it quickly and firmly. Your legs spread, one of his hands holding one up so you couldn’t close them while he ran his tongue over your clit.

That same forked tongue sliding along your wet folds, curling as if it had a life of its own, much longer than any human’s. The combination of his wet length and fingers made you cum with his face buried between your legs, your hand gripping his hair to make him suck harder.

And still he continued; opening you more and more, one orgasm after another after another until you could no longer feel your legs.

You remember the first time you touched one of his cocks: so large, fully awake, thick and ready to enter your small cunt. You couldn’t even close your hand around it, stroking and pumping with difficulty. His groan when you tried to go faster, using both hands, the second cock free and resting against your thigh.

“So small and yet willing to take me whole, even while trembling” his words filled with adoration but tinged with filth. His large hands spreading your legs and the tip of one cock brushing your pussy.

The way he folded you in half, placing your legs over his shoulders and impaling you deep, inch by inch. You were so, so full you could barely breathe, his chest so close to yours. “I want you to see… I want you to see how deeply you take me”

His movements confident and sensual at first, slicking his cock with each thrust, your cunt spasming as you felt the ridges rubbing against your spongy walls.

The second pushing in slower, making you scream in pleasure, completely open, dripping and barely able to move or form words. “T’ much… Fuck! That’s too much, Malleus!”

“Like this, my treasure, let me fill you,” Malleus thrusting deep, both cocks striking everywhere, the exquisite pressure and stretch sending shocks through your abdomen. You could only moan and cry his name over and over.

Malleus pressing you into the mattress to take him even deeper, placing you in a mating press that made the angle deliciously intense. His tips kissing your cervix, you could swear you felt them push past when he delivered a devastating thrust that made you cum instantly.

The sensation of overwhelming heat and overflow when he spilled his seed inside you, both cocks pouring semen in uncontrolled, inhuman amounts, sliding from your pussy and pooling on the bed.

Being fucked not only in bed but lifted against the wall, your legs barely wrapped around him as he held you effortlessly, slamming you harder into the cold stone with each thrust. Your breasts pressed against his chest, hands gripping his shoulders, gaze unfocused.

“No one will fill you like I do, my treasure,” he whispered in your ear, finishing for who knows what time. “I won’t stop until you’re completely full.”

Where the hell did he learn all that?

You blame Lilia. Yes, definitely him.

Slowly, very slowly, you sit up, lascivious thoughts still circling in your mind, unable to process. You pull the sheet up to your chest.

Malleus extends a hand and strokes your back, a shiver running down your spine. “Did you sleep well?” You can only nod, your cheeks ready to ignite.

I don’t know how I’m going to sleep again after this.

“My little one, you seem somewhat… distracted. Do you feel unwell?”

Damn it, this man is going to make me explode!!

“Malleus… you…” how do you even say this? “You… you have… two.” You even lift two fingers for emphasis...

THIS MAN HAS TWO HUGE COCKS THAT REARRANGED YOUR INSIDES.

“Ah, so that is what occupies your mind.” He strokes your cheek with his thumb. He shifts, letting the sheet fall from his hips, fully revealing his magnificence; impossible not to look.

“I hope I did not cause you harm, though I could feel you enjoyed it all night. And again, just before dawn.”

He leans down and brushes your mouth, soft at first, then deeper, more demanding; his tongue teasing, tasting, swallowing a moan before it escapes.

“Are you in need of anything? Water, a bath, tea to ease your soreness?”

You cling to him, still clutching the sheet to your chest, the scent of his body intoxicatingly close. “I need… a minute… maybe two.”

He releases a playful chuckle. “Take all the time you need, my treasure. I am very patient. And very, very eager.”

He wraps you in his arms, pulling you against his chest; for now you simply breathe, letting him hold you… until you feel his lengths pressing against your stomach.

Lilia

The hammering of your heart against your chest is what wakes you. Your body aches with a dull sensation in every muscle, your head feels ready to explode, and there’s a vague sense of having survived a natural disaster… or perhaps having caused one. Your skin tingles, sensitive and overstimulated, as if you’d been struck by lightning and put back together...more than once.

The sheets smell of night-blooming flowers and something sweet and smoky that makes you dizzy, too luxurious and heavy yet somehow light at the same time. You try to move, but a warm, inhumanly strong weight holds you with predatory ease.

Something brushes your leg—skin, warm and sensitive.

A foot? A leg?

You feel a hand, nails, grazing your inner thigh; it tickles until you sense where it’s headed, up, up and up, almost reaching your pulsing, expectant center.

Your eyes snap open, the world still blurry, the faint light slipping through the curtains making you squeeze them shut again as you inhale sharply against the pain.

“Oh, you’re awake already~ Good morning, darling.”

When you open them again, Lilia’s crimson eyes gleam in the dimness, a wide and dangerously playful smile on his face.

You jolt upright halfway...on a bed that isn’t yours, in a room that isn’t yours, and in nonexistent clothing.

Wrong pillow, wrong bed, dark decor, naked…

NAKED!

You look down, your body scandalously covered in marks: hickeys, finger bruises, scratches…

Is that a bite on your thigh?

Another one almost beside your pussy?

Lilia shifts, just as naked as you, resting on his side with his chin in his hand, eyes sparkling with amusement; as if the night hadn’t left him tired or hungover in the way mortals usually are.

He looks… energized.

“What… did we do last night?” your voice comes out hoarse, mouth stiff.

“I think the correct question is what didn’t we do last night, little one.”

…what?

“You don’t remember?” His hand is only an inch away from your wet folds and his body barely brushing yours.

Memories arrive in bursts: Lilia hovering over you, playing with your hair before descending to grab your hand and pull you away from the party, his laughter making your whole body vibrate. The heat of his mouth on your neck, his fangs grazing your pulse and a small bite on your collarbone.

His hands everywhere: soft and careful yet wild and playful, always one step ahead, drawing small moans and sighs from you each time his fingertips traced your bare skin.

The vertigo of being lifted as if you weighed nothing and tossed onto the bed. His laugh at your little yelp when you were airborne for a second before he captured your lips again in a passionate, hard, deep kiss; his tongue playing with yours while his hands roamed your sides.

The glint in his eyes when he pinned your wrists above your head with one hand while the other stimulated your clit, slow circular motions as he watched your face reflect pleasure and hunger for more. His laugh against your neck when he slid a finger between your wet pussy. “You’re so soaked and I barely touched you.”

A muffled gasp when he pushed in a second finger, then a third, his thumb following to claim your clit, sometimes pressing, other times moving fast and cruel or slow and careless. Your legs trembling, wanting to cum, but Lilia not letting you until your fluids stained the sheet and left your thighs slick and sticky.

His cock, hard from watching you writhe and hearing your sweet moans, sliding between your breasts, his hands squeezing them firmly so he could glide and feel their softness envelop him; the tip brushing your lips. “Come on, little one, open for me.” Lilia gripping your head to tilt you forward so your lips barely kissed and sucked him.

You remember the heat of his semen when it shot onto your face, other streams into your open mouth, landing on your tongue; droplets splattered over your breasts, Lilia spreading them with his hands, coating your skin before pushing his fingers back into your already oversensitive cunt.

You remember how he gripped both your thighs, placing them over his hips to thrust into you again and again and again, his cock reaching deeper than you thought possible, your spongy walls tightening around him. His hand between your legs to keep stimulating you until you cum around him.

The force with which he flipped you over, belly down, lifting your ass and penetrating you again, your face pressed into the pillow; Lilia going so deep and fast it felt like he was stealing the air from your lungs.

The moment he spilled inside you, but it wasn’t enough. Lilia kept fucking you, your walls making obscene sounds, both your fluids running down your open legs. He didn’t take you once or twice or three times—he took you on every surface that could hold you: the bed, the desk, against the window, on the floor.

“So small… and yet you take me so well. Want more, sweetness? Want me to fill you so completely you’ll feel me for days?” His words grew dirtier with each new round. Your cunt no longer just wet and oversensitive but red and raw from overuse, every touch making you scream, tears in your eyes as you experienced what must have been the tenth orgasm of the night.

The end: your body exhausted, trembling, covered in marks, tongue sore, legs spread and your pussy burning from delicious abuse. Lilia licking your tears and sweat with fierce tenderness. “You’d better rest, little one, because you’ve become my favorite dessert… and I very much intend to have seconds.”

Holy hell

It’s like you ascended and saw God in person.

You pull the sheets to your chin, completely red from head to toe. Lilia’s smile widens, fangs fully on display. “Embarrassed now, my little one? After everything last night… how adorable~”

This old man really knows how to move.

“You were insatiable. It’s been a long time since I’ve had that much fun.” He moves closer, his fingers playing with your wet lips.

“Did you… actually… fuck me like that?”

A sincere laugh escapes him and he kisses your cheek, then the corner of your mouth; when his fangs brush your neck again, an electric tremor runs down your spine.

What better moment to slide his fingers back inside you, hm?

“Don’t pout, darling, I’m not done savoring you yet~”

It goes without saying that, for Lilia, the morning sun simply means round… two?

Tw: Teasing, creampie, unprotected sex, breast play, happy trail

(Lemme know if I missed anything)

Short A/N — I will be posting more Izuku X reader fics in the future and there will be a master list, I will also be doing other MHA characters so requests are open as well, don't be shyyyy please send me requestssss <33

"Izuku, did you see my shoes anywhere? My pink high heels that I always wear?"

"No." He said in a monotone voice. Usually he'd say something like "No, honey" or something along those lines. What was his problem?

You walked into the kitchen, loosening a button on your blouse. You scanned the kitchen, looking for a sign of your famous pink heels that would catch eyes every time you flaunted them at the office, a gift from Izuku to you on your birthday 2 years back. You would wear other heels of course but the ones he gave you were special and gorgeous so you paired them with as many outfits as you could.

Your eyes landed on the kitchen island in the middle of the room, the coffee jar was left completely empty. Not a single grain was left. 'Ohhh so that's why he was in such a bad mood.' you thought to yourself. You decided you'd just head to the grocery store and pick up some coffee sachets after work and drop everything back into the jar to fill it up at least halfway for him.

You walked back into the bedroom, your eyes caught the sparkle of the pink heels from afar. You let out a sigh of relief after the mild panic thinking you wouldn't find them in time for work. You quickly slipped them on over your stockings and added some pieces of jewellery to accessorise. And when you finished up, you popped into the bathroom where he was getting ready and pecked him on the cheek just under his eye. He didn't kiss you back so you knew he was MAD.

"See you later, baby. And happy birthday by the way."

"Mmh, thanks." Holy fuck balls he was NOT serious right now.

You helped him fix his tie and sent him off with his bag and glasses and then left just after him.

- 6pm -

You got off the clock before Izuku today so after 6 you were free. Since Izuku was a teacher he finished at 5 but today he had meetings so he would only be off after 7-ish so you ran to the grocery store nearby, picked up a few coffee sachets and headed on your way home.

Once home, you dropped the sachets into the coffee jar and left it on the island where it stood before.

You headed to the bathroom to take a bath and soak off all your day's work. You looked up at the clock. 6:36

Izuku would be home soon so you had enough time to bathe, get dressed and maybe fix up a quick plate for him for when he got home. Perfect.

After a refreshing bubble bath, you fixed up a plate of food for Izuku and left it in the microwave and then started dressing. You scanned your wardrobe looking for a pajama set to wear to bed when your eyes landed on a black box at the bottom. You picked it up and flipped open the lid. Wrapped up in pick paper was a set of pink lingerie with black lace and detailing all around. A matching bra and thong along with extra thigh accessories that wrapped around your thigh. There were floral lace patterns all over the set ending where the black lace started lining the sides and straps.

Suddenly you had an idea. Today was Izuku's birthday so why not give him a little surprise?

You quickly slipped on a quick outfit to run back to the grocery store. You picked up a birthday cake covered in mint and white frosting and ran back home.

Once you got home you slipped into the lingerie and scented yourself in some of Izuku's cologne for extra effect.

Then you heard it, the front door. Your heart started racing.

You turned off the lights in the bedroom and sat on the bed, keeping the cake on your lap, the cold ceramic at the bottom of the plate freezing your thighs. It was so worth it.

"Hun?" You heard Izuku say from outside the door. A few more steps and the game was ON. The door knob turned and the door opened slowly with a creak. You could see Izuku glancing around the room before he turned the lights on.

His eyes quickly caught you on the bed. God you looked absolutely fucking edible right now. "Happy birthday, Izuku." You said in that low sultry voice that got Izuku SO weak in the fucking knees. "What's all this for?" He asked, his face burning red as his eyes raked over you repeatedly, taking in your goddess-like appearance.

"Well, I know you were a bit grumpy because there was no coffee so I ran and got you some more because why should I leave you upset on your birthday? But this... Is just an extra surprise." You said with absolutely no shame. And it's not like you were the only snack in the fridge right now. Every day when Izuku would get home from work he would look insanely delectable. His hair was messed up and his tie was untidy. His shirt was halfway undone, sitting messily on his body.

Izuku was speechless, he couldn't find the words. He needed this so badly, fuck it he was so weak for you right now. "Uhm... You know you didn't have to-" "I wanted to." You interrupted him. "Come try your cake." You invited him over to the bed. Izuku wandered towards the bed in a trance, he wasn't sure what to eat first. You or the cake?

He swiped his finger over the frosting decor on the edge of the cake, dragging it down the center of his tongue. God, you needed him so badly.

You felt yourself get noticeably wetter and knew you needed that dick soon. Izuku looked up at you, his glasses pushed halfway down the bridge of his nose. The scar under his eye made him look ten times more desirable.

You pulled him a bit closer by his tie, he was mere inches away from your face now. "Were you always this needy or... Is today a special occasion?" He asked you, well aware how aroused you were right now.

"All of the above." You answered back. "Please, Izuku. Please do something.. I need you so bad right now..." You pleaded to him as you felt his hand slide down your side. He took the plate of cake out of your hands and pushed it aside on the bed. His knee was beside you as he used his other hand to tease your thigh, scarred fingers rubbing circles into the skin.

Your panties were drenched at this point in time, you could feel how sticky they were against your heat. Izuku's hand slid up, his fingers trailing lines up your inner thigh, stopping short of your wet cunt. "Izuku, don't tease me, please..." "What? So you can tease me but I can't tease you? No fair." He said right into your ear with a soft groan.

His finger landed on your clit through the soaked fabric of your panties, messaging circles into it at a painfully slow pace. He trailed kisses down your neck from your ear down your jaw to your collarbone. His tongue poked out, trailing light lines back up to your neck. You moaned softly, your palms resting on the bed as you say back.

Izuku's free hand kept on your breast, kneading and fondling it while his thumb flicked over the hardened peak beneath the lace. The texture of the lace moved over your nipple which made the stimulation more unbearable by the minute. God you couldn't take it anymore.

You pulled Izuku close and kissed him hungrily. He tilted his head to the side, kissing you back harder. His tongue slipped into your mouth, pushing against yours. He moaned against your mouth, pushing you down onto the bed and keeping your hands up above your head with one hand.

With his other hand, he skillfully removed your bra from the back, tossing it somewhere on the floor, he couldn't care less where it landed. His mouth latched onto your nipple, tongue flicking over the bud harshly as his finger trailed from your clit down to your entrance over the fabric, the lace texture collecting the slick and stimulating everything more.

You had soaked the lace fully, there was no doubt. Izuku pulled your panty to the side, keeping it there with his middle finger, his index finger slid up your entrance to your clit, collecting the slick and circling over your clit. He whimpered against your breast at the feeling of your drenched cunt. You tensed the feeling. His hands left yours as he kissed you roughly. His now free hand moved to fondle your neglected tit, his thumb and index pinched the pink bud lightly.

His finger flicked over your nipple repeatedly until you were flustered in the face from the stimulation. His tongue licked the roof of your mouth eagerly, like a hungry dog who hadn't been fed. He pulled back and trailed hot open mouth kisses down your neck.

You reached up, pulling his tie off completely and tossing it behind him. He leaned down, his glasses slipping before you pushed them back up for him. You looked up at him, catching a moment of heaven because holy fuck was he a snack. His hair was even more messed up than before, his glasses were tilted, he was sweating and he had that puppy dog look in his eyes, his eyebrows furrowed as he breathed heavily on top of you, his biceps flexing a little.

"God dammit, Izuku." "What?" "You look really good right now..." "What?" He said again, his face turning bright red. "Let me ride you." "But I wanna e—" "Let me ride you." He let out a disappointed sigh. You quickly shifted to the side, pushing him down and climbing on top of him. "I can't believe you go to school everyday looking like a damn 5 course meal." "Excuse me?" "Nothing." You said, your eyes fixed on him.

He was leaning back on his hands, rock hard beneath you. His shirt was messily opened leaving his chest a bit exposed, you roughly unbuttoned his shirt, pulling it off quickly and throwing it over your shoulder. You hurriedly shimmied your panty down your thighs and undid the zip to his pants, his bulge poking out. You pushed his boxers down, his hard dick standing up, a light stubble trail of green hair followed just above ending just under his abs.

You felt yourself get wetter, a lot wetter. You pumped him slowly, dragging your thumb back and forth over his slit which was leaking precum. You pumped him 2 or 3 times, making him twitch. He whimpered as you spat on your hand and stroked his length at a steady pace. "Fuck..." He groaned, biting his lip. You held his tip to your entrance, slowly letting your cunt engulf his length. He tilted his head forward, watching his cock sink into your pussy and come back out just to get sucked back in. The scene was incredibly erotic, making him harder.

"Mmh..." You hummed as you took him in all the way, slowly letting his tip hit your cervix. You started bouncing slowly on his length, his hands landing on your hips to guide your pace. "Ohhh god fuckkk..." He groaned as he threw his head back. Your hands rested on his chest, fingers tracing around his scars from past battles and injuries. You leaned forward, trailing hot open mouthed kisses from him neck to his jaw while bouncing on his cock, his happy trail scraping against your clit at the contact.

He bit his lip harder as he felt you making trails of hickies down his neck till his collarbones. You left some on his chest along with bite marks too. After every bite you left, you'd lick the skin to soothe it, making him whimper at the feeling. His grip tightened on your hips when you started bouncing faster, the squelching between your bodies getting louder. You kept his shoulders to keep your balance as you rode his girth, his tip kissing your cervix with every bounce.

He started thrusting up to meet your hips, causing his length to hit even deeper against your cervix making you see white. You had to still yourself just to catch your breath before struggling to keep up the pace. "Want some help, hun?" "N- no... It's fine..." You lifted yourself up, bracing yourself as you dropped back down. You tried forcing yourself to go faster, impaling yourself on his throbbing cock, craving stimulation. His hands guided your hips, lifting you up and pulling you down onto his length hard making you see stars every time his cock slammed into your g-spot.  

He kissed you messily as his hands guided your pace on his member, helping both of you to release.

He could feel himself getting closer, pulling you down harder and faster making you cry out in utter pleasure. Your eyes teared up as you felt your cervix getting abused due to his pace and force.

He brought a hand down, letting you bounce on his cock by yourself while he used his thumb to circle your clit and message it, bringing you closer to the edge. Your thighs quivered around his waist as your walls closed around him, tightening and causing his pace to slow down. You let out a moan, throwing your head back as your nails dug into his shoulders, making him hiss as he stopped himself. His abs tightened beneath you, his eyebrows furrowed as he came, pulling out a bit.

His release landed just at your entrance, seeping out onto his thighs. "Why didn't you come inside?" "I was saving that for last." He responded, quickly shifting the weight and flipping you over. You laid beneath him, thighs spread. Your pussy was throbbing, either craving more or overstimulated, you couldn't tell. He leaned down, leaving hickies and love bites all over your neck and chest, even leaving some just below your jaw. He pulled back, looking down at you. The beauty in front of him was unreal. You were all sweaty and fucked out. Your hair was a mess, your face flushed. Your eyes were teary as you looked up at him, eyes pleasing for more.

He shoved two fingers into your mouth, pushing them down on your tongue. You latched onto them, sucking obediently as you watched him. With his other hand, he fondled your boob, kneading it in his hand. He flicked his finger over the nipple, making it harder as his tip was resting on your clit. He was painfully hard, sliding his length down at your entrance, He thrusted into you at a brutal pace, slamming into your cervix after pulled out all the way, making you see stars.

Your eyes rolled far back into your head as you felt bliss. He pushed your thighs back and pushed into your wet heat. You cried out when he dipped his head down to kiss you, a messy sloppy kiss just to silence you. You gripped a handful of his hair, hugging lightly as he fucked you hard. His length bruised your walls as he thrusted into you, his tip hitting your g-spot just right. "Fuckkkk Izukuuuuu harderrrr" you pleaded as your eyes teared up. He obeyed your wishes, fucking you even harder and faster.

He pulled back and slammed into you with full force making your back arch high up above the mattress. "Ohhhh fuckkkkk" you cried out loudly, your grip tightening in his green curls. He moaned at how hard you were pulling his hair. "Fuck, Izuku... Fuckkk I'm so closeeee" you slurred over your words as you felt release approaching. Your thighs were shaking now, you were leaking arousal and cum around his length as he plummeted into you at full speed and force. He combed his hand through his now sweaty hair,pushing it back as he looked down at you through his glasses, breathing heavily.

He leaned down,capturing your tongue in a heated kiss as his thrusts became sloppy. You melted into the kiss, your fingers tangled in his locks as you came. Your hips stuttered as your back arched high up off the bed. Your thighs closed around his hips, trembling as he buried himself deep inside you. "Fuckkkk Izukuuuuu" you moaned as you came and Izuku thought it was the hottest thing ever. His girl screaming his name as she came so hard on his dick? Holy fuck he was so weak for you right now. His eyes raked over your curves as you laid there beneath him fucked out. He gave one final thrust before he came.

He shot hot ropes of cum into you, abs tightening as his abdomen made contact with yours. He pulled back, the mixture of yours and his cum dripping out of you and onto the mint sheets. The room smelt of sex and cologne and a little bit of cake, the cake that was forgotten on the bed. Izuku swiped a finger through the frosting and popped it on your tongue. "It's sweet isn't it?" You nodded, completely oblivious to what he was saying as you were just fucked out.

"Should I cut you a piece, hm?" "Yeah." You said, turning onto your side. Izuku got up, taking his glasses off and leaving them on the bedside table. He took the plate of cake in his hands and walked off to the kitchen.

But still, you were bored and your friends loved it over there. So you put on a quick outfit your rainboots a long skirt and just kept on the shirt you had on. You hugged Grim goodbye joking that the rain would take you out. An umbrella graced your fingers as you walked to the portal room. You watched puddles slosh underneath your feet.

The rain pattered roughly against your umbrella. And the wind picked it up swinging you from side to side. You tried your best to stay stable hiking up some steps. But even they were slippery. You held on to the rail stopping yourself from stumbling back. Instead, you stumbled forward scraping your knee against the steps.

You hardly had time to react before getting up. Lord knows you weren’t getting swept into the ever-pouring mess. Eventually, you made it to the portal room freshly soaked. You held your knee for a second taking in your minor injury. Maybe you should’ve just stayed in bed you thought.

Your umbrella was almost useless and you were freezing. You shivered as you stepped through the heartslbyul dimension. Soon you were at their front step. You knew it was hard to hear with the rain but Jesus! No one answered the door for you. You texted Ace and Duece your wet fingers slipping against your screen. But it was Riddle who opened the door for you.

He paused as he watched you put your umbrella away. And for a while, he stared frozen in place. You wanted to get some warmth smiled and pushed past him. “I heard there was a meeting so I figured I’d stop by Riddle.” You removed your boots and jacket hanging them in the mud room. He stayed silent his pupils blown wide.

Your eyebrows raised questioning his silence. “Hello earth to Riddle?” He shook out of his trance his face looking away from yours. Perhaps he was coming down with a cold because he was strangely red. You followed him to the dining room only to realize you were the only ones who made it.

“Aww, no one else came.” It’s alright atleast we’re here.” You smiled your hand on his shoulder. He quickly pulled away and you remembered he wasn’t one for physical touch. “If you excuse me I must dismiss myself I have an unexpected grievance. But you are welcome to stay for dinner and hang out in the lounge until then.”

He turned on his dress shoes and quickly walked out of the halls. Whatever must’ve been bothering him must’ve been important you thought. You followed his directions bothering Ace and Duece with some games of Animal Crossing.

Riddle POV

God Riddle you looked like such a fool in front of her. Why make her come all this way just for her to leave? She was literally soaked to the bone and the poor thing couldn’t even stop her skirt from swaying in the wind.

He smacked himself desperately closing and locking his door behind him. And why do you feel so hot at a time like this. I quickly unbotton my dress shirt leaving myself only in a tshirt. I look in the mirror seeing my bright red face.

I hope I wasn’t this red in front of her. My mother always taught me to be hospitable to guests, and I’m just leaving her out there to rot with those freshmen. I sit myself down quickly taking a breath. I have to be honest with myself I can’t go out like this. I look down seeing my erection harden.

Before I met her I used to have self-control. I used to be able to take a cold shower and settle down. But now I lack shame every little touch whether it be her handing me a pencil drives me insane. One day, she got so excited at the carnival, winning a teddy bear, that she hugged me.

Her chest pressing against mine, I could smell her sweet scent a gourmand vanilla and cocoa butter. She was so soft and I wanted to melt into her touch. I wanted to do that just then but I couldn’t have another accident like last time. I finished in my pants when she did so last time. And had to walk home with my sweater around my waist.

Now my hand is traveling down my pants. I touch slowly that’s how I’d imagine she does it. Slow and controlled not to startle me. I pull down my trousers then my boxers no longer wanting to wait. My dick springs out and I grab it. I imagine her hands wrapped around it. Her nails would look so pretty and pink while they shift up and down my shaft.

Maybe she would tease me she did have a competitive edge to her. She would probably only use her fingertips while her lips whispered sweet nothings into my ear. She watches as my cock leaks and jumps for her in amusement. She’d probably even lick her lips like it was a treat.

God I’ve always wanted to kiss her. Her lips look so soft and glossy. I imagine them against mine as my dick grows harder. How can I be so perverted that I can’t even stand myself? I hear my own pathetic grunts and moans that I’m trying to contain. I also hear just how wet my hand is starting to sound.

I’m literally dripping my body is betraying me. I’m supposed to be a model housewarden but here I am wacking off. I sigh before remembering what got me here in the first place. It was her body. You simply wore a white shirt but the rain had soaked through the item.

You were probably in a rush and forgot to put on a bra. I could see your nipples and pretty big areolas. Even I knew some things and I know that’s what I like. Any honorable man would’ve given you his jacket. But I just ran off. If I had stayed I swear I wouldn’t have been able to survive another minute.

Speaking of a minute I’m incredibly close. By now sweat is dripping down my brow. I can feel my hair getting out of place and messy. My balls are starting to ache in need of release.

How I wish I could let go on her pretty face. Or on her boobs, I know they would be so plush and inviting. She’d look so adorable when it will began to spill on her. She’d probably shut her eyes and keep her mouth open.

Would she say thank you at the end? God these thoughts are making me mad. I start to pump my dick ferociously. My mind and body can’t take it anymore she’s just so perfect. I can hardly breathe as my oxygen shortens. I’m holding in my moans and my air making myself further unsteady.

Thank god I’m sitting and I cum I sink further in my chair. This is different from all the others my cum sprays all over my body and on top of my desk. I hate to admit that I’m at my best while thinking of her. But I just can’t deny it.

Who knew all it took was the rain; well, any weather for that matter. I clean up my surroundings and put my outfit back on. By now my face has settled and I’m back to my normal color. I have to go see Y/n I refuse to leave a guest alone.

My hands grip the doorknob and the door opens in front of me. I peek next to me to see her waiting for me. “Oh I didn’t realize you were waiting for me. I’d like to apologize…”. Before I could even finish getting my words out she shushed me.

“Riddle it’s okay I understand we all get a little shy sometimes.” She stood up from her spot near my door. “I just wish you would tell me if you weren’t feeling well. Who knows maybe I could help you out.”

Perhaps I was hallucinating but I could see a smirk joining her face. “Um I appreciate the sentiment.” Of course my face is flushed again. You idiot Riddle of course she doesn’t mean it like that! “Haha you’re so cute Riddle!” She smiled and held my shoulder I almost toppled over. Good god not again!!

The harsh slam of the door echoes in the room after your dearest "best friend" forcefully shoves you inside. There’s no doubt he’s angry but you’re not one to care about his petty little feelings. "Fucking Great Seven, Y/N - why do you have to act like you're such a whore all the goddamn time?...!" Ace immediately starts ranting the moment you two are alone. You can't help but roll your eyes, flopping on the bed and crossing your legs. 

If there's one thing you learned in NRC, it's knowing when to use your charms to get out of certain situations. Be it flirting or "acting like a whore" as your best friend describes it. People in this world aren’t exactly the kindest so what’s wrong with a little foul play? However, Ace unfortunately saw you acting like a helpless little puppy in the middle of the street which leads you to your current predicament.

“How many times do I have to tell you to stay away from dangerous people?” He’s a bit of a hypocrite for scolding over this insignificant event, that you’ll most likely forget, since he’s done things much worse compared to flirting with other students.

“How many times do I have to tell you to avoid doing stupid things?” You rebut, scoffing with a scowl.

Ace runs his fingers through his hair, pushing his hair back in frustration. You’ve always been difficult to understand - from how you become so caring and loving when you’re worried for him to how you become an little insufferable bitch you are, not knowing when to fucking shut your mouth. “How many times do I have to say that your dumbass belongs to me? I'm not exactly fond of sharing my playthings.” He seethes. Although he means well, his words are translated differently.

"Oh?" You tilt your head and the amusement in your voice is clear. "Is this jealousy I see? Are you jealous, Trappola-san?" You lean back while your hands support you from behind - the absolutely smugness radiating off you is palpable. “Last time, I checked I don’t belong to anyone. But you can dream, I guess.” You let out a small laugh as your eyes glint in mischief, irking your acquaintance and pushing his buttons further.

The two of you somehow always return to this bickering state. Others reckon that your arguments with Ace are more often than the arguments Ace has with Deuce despite their notable rivalry. It's hard to find a common ground with the red head when you're as prideful as him. But you have to admit that riling him off is just as fun as facing the consequences of your actions. You can almost taste it - being filled up, feeling the angry head of his cock hit the spongy spot of your cervix as if he’s attempting to break it.

People would describe you as - what's the word? ah yes, "masochistic." You never really classify yourself as one but you often enjoy being put in place by your friend. See it as a give-and-take deal: you save him from his stupidity then makes you his personal cross-eyed fucktoy. It’s not a bad deal but the thought of your dearest friend fucking you into oblivion creates slick between your legs. Frankly, you’re too excited to care - too horny for his cock to care.

The dreadful silence fills the atmosphere. The expression on the red head’s face is unreadable which makes you blink twice, trying to decipher what’s going on in his head. One of his hands grabs his lower face before shoving both of them in his pockets. “Strip.” His voice is demanding, lacking his usual playful nature. Even though you know this is where it was going to lead to, you still can’t help but be shocked. “What?” was the only word that left your mouth.

Ace seemingly has enough - his footsteps are heavy against the floorboards and his grip on your wrist is tight enough that you’re sure it’s going to be bruised sooner or later. The red head doesn’t waste any more time before roughly kissing you. You moan in surprise before you use your free hand to push him away but Ace reprimands you by grinding his knee against your sex, eliciting a desperate moan - to which he takes as an opportunity to shove his tongue inside your mouth.

This is already too much for you to handle. You can barely breathe with the way he sucks on your tongue while forcing you to choke on his. His unoccupied hand kneads on your breasts, making you whine under his touch and unconsciously tug him by his collar. You feel his fingers hurriedly unbutton your uniform and you opt to help him unbuckle his belt. His tongue flicks yours as the pressure on his knee lets you experience heights of adrenaline that wants you to see how this’ll end.

The first year is the first to break the kiss and he takes in the sight of your flushed face - reddened cheeks and tears pricking at the corner of your eyes, all fucked out from a kiss. But the drunk smile on your face makes his eyebrows meet. “Why do you have to be so fucking annoying?” He hisses when you palm his half-hard cock. As much as he wants to lie to himself, he can’t. Not with the way you immediately fall apart with a few measly touches… Your lewd noises are affecting him so much he finds it embarrassing. 

Ace removes your clothes before he shoves you down on your bed, face first against the soft pillow, in contrast with his rough hand pushing down between your shoulder blades to keep you still. “Always mouthing off like a goddamn know-it-all bitch.” He rambles bitterly while sharply removing your bottoms. You shiver when you feel the cold air hit your bare cunt, softly whining.

You hear his patronising laugh when he plays with your slit, inserting a finger easily and your cunt flutters around the knuckle. “For someone who runs off their mouth, you sure shut up when you’re put to your place, prefect.” Despite the humiliating position, you’re in you do your best to turn your head to face him. “Trappola-san…” Your voice is sweet and inviting like a siren calling out to an unfortunate sailor. “Burn in hell.” You giggle when you visibly see the vein on his forehead.

Forcing a grin, Ace takes his cock and taps it against your clit - causing you to whine. He laughs at himself for playing right into your games but he wants to feel your cunt clenching around his dick now.  “You really piss me off, prefect.” He aligns himself as he watches the head of his cock sink into your folds. It’s a bit mortifying to say that if it weren’t for his pride, he would’ve cum the moment he bottoms out. You’re just too much - too proud, too infuriating, and too goddamn perfect of a brat not to fuck into submission. Burying his cock to the hilt, he pants - the feeling of your walls clamping on his length is sending him to delirious frenzy.

Your best friend lets out a stuttered sigh as he drives his hips swiftly and a little too accurately when he hits your g-spot with each one. The pornographic whine that escapes you is heavenly to the first year - allowing him to get more drunk on your pussy, enjoying how it’s practically sopping inside of you.

 “Ace-” You hear him laugh once more - a little too demented for your liking. There’s a slight burn on your scalp when Ace grabs your hair to lay your head on his shoulder, your back arched beautifully as he watches you lose your mind when he ruts into you like an animal. 

You’re crying. Dry tears decorate your cheeks as new ones cascade with his merciless drag of his cock, feeling it throb inside you. “Aw, look at that. Little prefect’s crying over some cock.” He cooes condescendingly but he knows this little facade of him won’t stay forever. 

”I have to admit, Prefect, You’re annoying when you run your mouth endlessly. But you’re fucking adorable when you start to babble how good my cock fucks a slut like you. Let’s get to that shall we?” The offer makes a shiver of bliss run down your spine before your face hits the pillows, your tears staining the fabric. 

Ace can never admit to it but no matter how much he denies the reality, he does, in fact, adores you - especially so when you’re cockdrunk. “Ace!” He hears it like a mantra, praying for something only he can give you. It feeds his ego and dissolves every single anger and resentment he felt for you. It’s something he can’t explain or understand but this side of him brings both something unruly and helpless - two contradicting words that define his true emotions. 

“Fucking greedy cunt… Every time I push my cock inside, it’s like your pussy doesn’t want me to leave.” Ace laughs as he watches the labia suck him in, drawing out a loud groan from the first year. “Do you like this, Y/N? Do you like how I treat you like a common whore? You want me to fuck you like this? You know you can just ask, prefect. It’s not that hard.” Ace bites his tongue from moaning when your cunt gives an involuntary clench.

His words don’t help your peace of mind. You’re drooling all of the sheets and your eyes are rolling back as he’s fucking you silly. You can feel the pulsing of your own walls against his member and your mind only drifts to the lewd squelches of your meeting sex, hearing your own indecency that your wet cunt is producing due to the constant movement.

He’s always mean when you’ve done something he doesn’t like but god, does it feel heavenly. Each time he manhandles you, you’re sure it’ll leave a mark. Each time he plants a kiss on your neck, you’re sure it’ll leave a mark. To him, it’s staking a claim but for you, it’s driving him to this mental state - one where he’s forced to fuck the brat out of you and you’re crying out his name for more.

“Your pretty pussy is more honest than you, sweetheart. It looks so much better when my cock is sliding in and out of it too, y’know? Be a peach and answer the question, prefect.” Ace grins when one particular thrust hits your cervix, causing you to throw your head back in ecstasy. “Yes! Fuck yes!” His continuous onslaught to your holes blurs your vision as it’s clouded with white spots, unable to process anything except his cock stirring up your insides. 

His grin signifies his triumph in his own way. He was so fucking annoyed when he saw you, touching, holding another person and calling out to them like a bitch in heat - it almost looked like you were begging to be split open. He didn’t like that feeling, the overwhelming feeling of possessiveness that makes him jealous. But right now, when he sees that your pussy is gripping his cock like a vice, he’s satisfied. Because he knows the only time you’ll act like a whore is when you want a good hard fucking from him and him alone. 

Ace knows he’s being selfish to want more than what both of you have. But it’s not like it’s going to make a difference anymore. If the both of you actually get together… What changes? He’ll still fuck you like this, treat you as he’s always treated you. But the concept of being together entices him because everyone will know you’re his - not just someone that warms your bed at night. 

With a laugh, he gently pats your head. “That’s my desperate little whore. I’m gonna cum inside you, m’kay? You’ll take all of it like the good cumdump you are, won’t you?” His breath hits your ear and you shake within his grasps, nodding desperately as you get nearer to your impending release. 

Ace can’t help but be amused by your little sinful desires that he’s only allowed to fulfil. Perhaps a thank you is in order and he should be grateful that you allow him to see a side of you, no one else will see because you’re his - his darling prefect. “Good little slut.” The patronising praise and the sudden rolling of his thumb against your clit finally pushes you to cum, fluids streaking down all over his cock and lower abdomen.

The red head doesn’t fair well, when his pace becomes more sloppier as he becomes more greedy to reach his orgasm before finally following suit, the contraction of your walls too tight for him to even breathe, thrusting and fucking you through your high - making sure he fucks his cum back into you. 

The atmosphere is filled with the both of you panting and gasping for air and the smell of sex enveloping the room is unmistakable. Two individuals lying about their feelings only express their mutual love for each other in their own stupid way, a grin forcing its way of both of their faces that explores the idea of a silent agreement. 

I am yours and you are mine.

Though the sweet sentiment is there, you take a deep breath before you push him off of your back and lay on your back. Your “best friend” simply watches your chest heave up and down, his eyes fixated on your tits like a horny teenage boy and you roll your eyes. “You know you underestimate your own strength.” You say as you rub your wrists and feel the soreness of your own body. He just chuckles as a response, pushing his hair back to lessen the accumulated sweat he’s built up. 

Ace pushes your legs before spreading them open just to see your pussy and with his thumb, he spreads your lips to observe his seed dripping lightly from your gaping hole. “What the hell are you doing?” Your words halt his actions but the sinister smile on his face says otherwise. “Your cute cunt’s clenching around nothing just to keep my cum inside. D’ya think she wants more?” 

Teasing little shit never fails to annoy you. But you only match his wickedness when you place your hand on his cheek, your thumb massaging his face. “Then get to it, sweetheart.”