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cherubguts0 · 1 year

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Man of Many Talents

Pairing: Guitarist!Trey Clover x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, making out, fingering, coming in pants, clothed sex (for Trey) reunion sex

Word count: 1.4k

A/N: Musicians have skilled fingers. From what I hear.

"Thank you and good night loves!" Trey shouted into to the roaring crowd, further cheers sounding through the arena. His mind was racing with adrenaline and energy from the concert but his eyes still found you in the crowd, of course they did, he spotted you the moment you entered.

You honestly felt small, in the crowd of passionate fans, yet it brought you unimaginable joy to know that Trey had eyes only for you, that his spotlight shone on you and you alone.

You watched with awe as he waived the crowd along with his band members, and while they blew kisses to their adoring fans Trey sent a wink your way. Of course no one other than he, his friends and you knew who that wink was meant for so naturally the crowd went wild for the lead guitarist, screaming his name, shouting how their love.

As soon as the stage cleared you made a quick line for the backstage, eager to see him. You knew which room was his, you didn't even need to look at the map, you'd spent a lot of time there already.

"Trey, I'm coming in." You announced to him and opened the door, anticipation blooming in your chest and exploding when you saw him inches away from you, his face sweaty but overjoyed to see you after so long. "Hey you." You whispered in the space between you.

"Hey love note." Trey brushed his lips against your cheek, softly humming the song from before, "Did you like the performance?"

You hummed in affirmation, arms threading under his gray and green jacket, you needed to feel his warmth, breathe in his scent. "I did. You were amazing as always. I watched all your shows, it was a great tour."

"Would've been better if I had you with me. I have a lot to make up for don't I? All those lonely nights we spent without each other. I couldn't stop thinking about you." Trey's hot lips trailed down your neck, his hands inching into your pants, his body trapping you against the door.

"I missed you too." Carefully you reached for his signature hat and placed it on the rack beside the door, allowing you to run your hand through his hair while the other hiked his shirt up, exposing his back. "I missed touching you. Wanna make it up to you."

"And you will. But first I need to take care of you. I noticed you know, how you looked at me up there on stage, for a moment I was worried you might start touching yourself from how horny you looked." He hooked two fingers over your wet underwear, finding your opening even with your panties in the way. "And here's the evidence."

"Trey..." You let out a shaky breath, you legs falling open on instinct, "Don't be a tease."

"Never my love. I'll give you what you need." With skilled, rough fingers he maneuvered your panties to the side and plunged into you with his middle and ring finger. An unashamed cry left your lips while the feeling of being filled by him threatened to overwhelm you already. "Missed you. Missed this feeling. Your pretty pussy taking me so easily. Shivering at my touch."

You might have been a sloppy, wet mess but you could tell by the bulge rubbing against you that Trey was no better. In fact he might be worse because you knew for a fact that he hated masturbating while touring. This always made him so pent up when he came back. All that cum, all yours to have.

No matter what his groupies say or may think about him you know the truth, you know that his heart and his cock belong only to you.

"Wanna make you come. Please Trey." You palm at his erection blindly, eyes watery from your own pleasure as Trey moves his fingers in and out as much as your pants allow. The heel of his hand keeps hitting, rubbing, slapping over your clit, sending shockwaves of mind-numbing heat through your body. "I love you." You breathe into his neck, "I love you. Please, please, let me...!"

"Patience my sweet." Patience he says while he's grinding his clothed cock into your palm at the same tempo as his fingers slip into your increasingly wet cunt. "I need to get you there first. Your cute moans and whimpers are the best kind of music to me. How I've missed hearing it. Those pretty, pretty sounds you make when you're getting fucked so well." His pace increases rapidly.

You can feel your mind going blank fast, your nails leaving faint marks on his back.

"That's it," Trey breaths against your lips before capturing them, "Squeeze around my fingers, show me how much you've missed me."

Your pussy gets wetter and wetter with every push, drag and hook of his fingers. He plays that tight cord inside of you with practiced fingers until it snaps. He keeps pushing, his lips on your neck mumbling how good you feel while you arch your back, head hitting the door behind you and moan his name in the most beautiful song for him.

While you're still tumbling in his arms he moves you towards the couch, your pants pulled down around your ankles as he pulls you into his lap to straddle him.

"T-Trey?" You whisper against him, trembling hands on his shoulders only shaking more as he pulls his fingers out and moves you against his bulge. "Trey!"

"Ride me pretty girl. Make me come." You whimpered as his hand grabbed a full cheek of your ass, kneading the flesh as your pussy left a mess on his denim pants. You couldn't care less about that now, not when you could see Trey with his eyes closed, enjoying the wet pressure of your cunt sloppily rolling against his twitching dick.

His thumb pressed against your clit, rolling and rubbing, sending a new wave of hot pleasure through you as you tried to keep up.

"Show them. Make me a mess with you pretty pussy. Let them know I'm your man. Scream until they hear you." The edge of possessiveness coming from him even while he surrendered himself to you like this only served to rile you up more. Your rolls got messy, your moans now nothing more than babbling as you felt Trey stiffen under you, his cock pulsing and getting warmer beneath your slobbering cunt, "Fuck yes, that's my girl. Come for me, fuck, so pretty."

Trey held you down against him, his fingers losing rhythm as you released another rush of slick across his lap and onto the couch. "Mine." You moan against his neck, undoing a few buttons so you can leave a red hickey on his collarbone, hidden from view, meant only for your eyes.

"All yours sweetheart. Always." He leans back as you travel lower, his shirt now fully undone, bare, slick, unmarked skin on display. "Wanna clean me up hm?"

"Yes." You hiss while you sink onto your knees, fingers already on his belt, "I missed how you taste."

"Hmm." Trey smirks, his cock twitching in anticipation.

"Trey we got another- Fucking Hearts!" Clover screams and slams the door closed, "Fuck! My eyes! Lock the door! Yuck! They want an encore!"

You groan in disappointment even while you pull his zipper down, "A few more minutes won't kill them." You kiss his bulge, already getting a faint taste of him. Trey chuckles at your efforts to take his boxers down while he pushes you away to readjust himself, "Trey! You're not being fair!"

"A few more minutes won't kill you." He jokes back as he pats you on the head, "I'll just be one song, I'll be back before you know it." He gives you a slow kiss, a promise of more to come. "Then I'll take you home and we can really get this reunion party going."

Even though you're not fully satisfied, you won't be until you have his cock inside you again, you let him go.

"Oh and one more thing." He turns as he slings his guitar around his shoulder, "I missed how you taste too." He grins before popping his two, still wet fingers inside his mouth and sucking them clean, moaning loudly at your taste, "See you after the encore sweetheart."

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Ride You Don't Want to End

Pairing: Rook Hunt x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, praise, cunnilingus, face sitting, clit stimulation

Word count: 0.6k

Kinktober Day 17: Face Sitting

A/N: More Rook content! I don't know why but I love the hell out of this man. His kinktober prompt felt like a treat for me.

The last thing you imagined when Rook asked to take you on a ride was that it would end with you both naked and with him pulling you up to bracket his head with your thighs.

"Such a pretty sight." He smiled beneath you, his arms and hands around your thighs, keeping you steady and still while his lips kissed your inner thighs, slowly traveling to where you needed them most.

"I could say the same." You swept his bangs back with your fingers, a soft smile on your face and his even when he finally closed his eyes and swiped his tongue between your legs. The pleasure was instant, he'd always been just as talented with his tongue as he was with his hands. "Don't tease me Rook."

"Why? You always do it to me, why shouldn't I get me revenge?" He touched your clit with the tip of his tongue, barely applying any pressure on the stuff bundle of nerves. He chuckled when he heard you hiss.

"Because..." You groaned, bucking your hips against him. "You know I'll pay you back tenfold." And that usually meant giving him a pussyjob until he couldn't think straight anymore, and making quite the mess of you both. He usually liked that part but the edging... not so much.

He opened his eyes just a little, his now almost black circles which reflected his lust, "Then I better do a good job huh?" He dove back toward you like a hungry animal, pulling you to sit on his face, "Roll your hips, I want you fuck yourself on my tongue." His plea was muffled by your cunt as he pushed inside, his tongue warm and quick, his hands gripping your ass cheeks to drive you forward.

"You always do a splendid job." Your words came out breathless, interrupted by quick, sharp intakes of breath every time his nose brushed against your clit.

Rook's tongue licked inside in tandem with you bucking your hip, his moans, growls and hums going directly into your cunt, making you tremble and your head a little light. When Rook got a taste of you there was little that could tear him away until he knew you were satisfied.

You moaned and shifted our hips on top of him, with Rook's tongue feeling wild yet elegant at the same time. His tongue flickered in and out, then briefly around your clit before his lips closed around your clit to suck and lick the flat of his tongue over it before dipping downwards and inside you again. "Fuck." You cursed under your breath, fists balling into Rook's hair. He hissed and groaned at the slight sting but hid tongue and mouth kept going, alternating between licking inside you and mouthing and sucking on your clit.

When you pressed your hips downward you heard, as well as felt, him gasp, his neck leaning further back to accommodate you better. As you drew back you saw that not only his chin was wet but that you were still dripping down onto his chest. Your hips shook as his rough hands smoothed over them, holding you there, his lips kissing your legs and thighs wherever he could, "How do you feel love?"

"Except for my legs, good." You smiled down at him, caressing his cheek. He couldn't help but lean into your touch, a little bit of your slick juices wiped on your palm as he did so. "Want me to return the favor or?"

"Not yet. I don't think I've had my fill of you just yet." He winked up at you before diving back between your legs with just as much ferocity as before. You threw your head back, your moans no longer constrained but as wonton as they could be. They only encouraged Rook more and more. And judging by his expression earlier, the slow way at which he moved his tongue in and out, all the talk about revenge, this was sure to be one very long night for both of you.

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Twitter Drabble

Cw: trans ace, pussy eating, ace x deuce

Thinking about deuce eating out ace, ace thinking he’s in control while deuce goes down on him, degrading him for being so eggier to eat him out. “I must taste pretty good huh?” Ace says before letting out a pitiful moan, throwing his head back against deuces pillow as his Orgasm approaches, deuce doubling down on his ministrations, bringing ace to orgasm, it isn’t till after he orgasms that be notices deuce not slowing down, and not can he move. “D-deuce?”

“Hmm? Your so cocky you know that, Vil owed me a favor” deuce says, a devilish smirk On his face as he grips aces thighs, leaving small bruises against the soft skin as he dives back I to aces pussy, listening to the other boy whine and scream from the overstim

#small thing from twitter #twisted wonderland #acedeuce smut #acedeuce #ace smut #deuce spade smut

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cherubguts0 · 1 year

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spoiler: he won't

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cherubguts0 · 1 year

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NO MINORS!!!!!!!!

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メリークリスマス〜！🎄🎁✨

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cherubguts0 · 1 year

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Twitter Drabble

Fem! Pomefiore, Vil x epel, rook mentioned

Content: face sitting

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Thinking about Vil sitting on epels face, practically drowning the poor girl in her pussy as she grinds against her tongue, clit nudging against epels cute button nose. Epel tapping on vils thigh, begging for her house warden To let up. “you said you were a big girl right? So shut up and drown in my pussy.” Vil says coldly, slowly bringing her pussy off of epels face, listening to the gasp for air the frehsman takes “Unless of course, I need to bring rook in here and have her show you how a big girl Eats Pussy, hmm?” Vil asks, watching epels eyes get all big, “n-no no no! I’m a big girl I can take it!” The upperclassmen simply chuckles and lowers herself back down. “Then prove it.”

#vil shoenheit #vil smut #epel felmier #epel smut #Vil x epel #vilepel smut #pomefiore #somethin from twitter

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cherubguts0 · 1 year

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hi! riddle smut pt 2 pls??

like y/n answers wrong…

hurt/comfort like she’s crying like bc of the degradation and edging

ur fine to use dick !

aftercare too! like a fluffy one maybe

tyty !!

LMAO OKAY

Idk how much aftercare we can do at a library tho but I'll try 🥴👍

Dumb and Dumber Part 2

Riddle Rosehearts x Fem!Reader Smut 🔞

Part 1

TW: Degradation, Edging, Rough Fucking

Riddle had you thrown onto the table, pencils and papers askewed, as punishment for answering every single question he had asked you incorrectly.

He had you bent over the table, with your skirt thrown up and your panties tossed aside. He thrusted his dick in where his fingers had been moments before as you could only scream in pleasure from his harsh thrusts against your cervix. He hadn't even given you time to adjust and had begun to unbutton your shirt. He roughly groped and massaged your breasts after pulling your bra down and began to pinch and prod at your nipples sending jolts of electricity to your clit with each ministration.

"Ah, h-", Riddle crudely shoved his fingers into your mouth. "Shhhhh", his other hand began to grope your breast even harder, "I don't want to be caught with the likes of you."

"Hnnn!", you squealed out as much as you could with Riddle's fingers muffling your noises.

You could hear Riddle sigh and slow his thrusts into your cunt. No, don't stop! were your only thoughts as you fervently tried to rut against him.

Riddle pushed his chest further onto your back making your breasts flatten against the desk while his dick continued to push into you until you felt like you were going to burst.

"Y/N, what did I say?" His other hand grabs you by the throat and forces you to look him in the eyes. You could see he was disappointed.

"Mmph mmm", you really don't want to disappoint Riddle but you can't speak with his fingers, coated in your cum and spit, stuffed into your mouth.

"Aw~, you stupid slut."

Your mouth opened in a silent scream and your eyes went blank as you felt Riddle pull out to immediately shove himself back in to the hilt. "It's to keep you quiet, dear Y/N."

Riddle grabbed you by the arms and began to plow into you. His thrusts were as harsh as the words flowing freely from his mouth as if all of his pent-up frustration was being taken out on you.

"Ungh, no Riddle!"

The pleasure and pain was too much. Your hands twisted and turned in his steely grip, trying to find anything to hold on to as his hips collided with yours at an infuriating pace. Your stomach hurt from how hard you were being banged against the table and your breasts were being rubbed raw. Each push of Riddle's rough manhandling sent you closer to the edge, but not before your eyes begin watering.

Why are you so mean? Why do you hate me? I'm sorry for not being smart enough for you... Riddle!

Quiet.

Absolute silence filled your ears as your heart began to calm and your blood began to cool. You felt the pressure in your abdomen lift as it seemed Riddle had stopped moving?

"Is that really," you heard Riddle's breath hitch, "how you feel?"

Had... Did you say all that aloud?

Your arms limply fell to your sides and you could finally feel how sore they were as you rubbed the bruises on your wrists.

"Y/N," Riddle had wrapped his arms around your stomach and buried his head into the crook of your neck. It almost sounded like a whisper but you could hear a faint, "I'm sorry".

Did you hear that right? Your dorm leader was saying sorry? To you of all people?

"Riddle?", you turned your head to look back at him but he refused to look up. You reached your hand to pet his hair, but decided otherwise. As you began to draw your hand back, you felt Riddle wrap his hand around yours. Gently. Almost as if he were afraid.

He gave your neck a tender peck as he continued to hold your hand with a slight blush on his face.

You reached out to him with your other hand and placed it on his cheek as he leaned into it with a pitiful look, as if he was begging for forgiveness over hurting you but was too prideful to ask.

"Riddle," his face perked up as he listened to you attentively. "Can we study in your room next time?"

His face lit up with a smile as he placed a tender kiss on your palm, "I'd love that, Y/N."

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𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕿𝖍𝖎𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝕹𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝕳𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖓

- NIGHT 2, STUCKAGE, FIRST YEARS

Event masterlist

Best friends are there to help you out when you’re stuck in trouble… right?

(in which you become a personal glory hole for your best friends)

wc: 1.8k

cw: first years x fem!reader - 18+ smut, dubcon, public sex, group sex, coercion, knotting, creampie, cumshots. ALL CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP IN EVERYTHING I WRITE. Not proofread and posted characteristically late 🤙

It really wasn’t your fault that you ended up like this.

Like most things, it started with Grim. Crowley had just disbursed your monthly Thaumark budget, as meager as it was. Thaumarks gripped tightly in hand, you meandered the halls on the way back to your next class.

“We have to slow down on spending this month.” You warn Grim, who was sitting atop your shoulder leisurely. His expression remains unchanged, solely focused on the money in your hand, eyes nearly sparkling at the thought of your newly acquired ‘wealth.’

“I’m being serious!” You continue, shrugging your shoulder to get his attention. “Last month we really cut it close. You need to stop spending so much at the hot lunch line.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Grim snorts in protest, rolling his eyes. “I swear, we’re gettin’ less and less every time. Lemme count ‘em up, Crowley ain’t gonna get away with shortin’ us.”

“No fucking way-“ You growl as you snatch your arm away from Grim, holding the bills as far away from your body as humanly possible. You couldn’t trust Grim with the money- not with his track record, especially as of late. “I’ll count it if you’re so concerned!”

“Maybe you’re shortin’ me too, huh?” Grim fires back, crawling to your other shoulder, attempting to scale up your arm and pluck the Thaumarks out of your hands himself. The scuffle is short and fast- Grim pounces as you try to rip your arm away again, only for him to land on your forearm as you yelp in surprise at his sudden weight. Without thinking, your grip on the Thaumarks loosens, and the both of you watch helplessly as the wind carries it through a hole in the hallway’s walls.

You shoot the firey raccoon a glare with all of the vitriol you could muster, flinging him off of your arm with little regard. You peek into the hole in the wall- wide enough to fit your body in, but just barely. The money lies flat on the courtyard sidewalk just outside the other side of the hole. You could probably reach over and grab it- it would save you the trouble of having to exit the building, potentially leaving time for someone to grab the money and run before you could even get to it.

You reach your arm through, only for your hand to come a few inches short of the bills. You muscle both shoulders into the narrow opening, eventually wiggling your waist in as well, fully bisected by the wall. You grab the Thaumarks and exhale in relief. “You’re so lucky these didn’t fly away, Grim. I would’ve eaten you instead.”

Grim’s voice is muffled, but you can make out the ‘It wasn’t my fault you dropped it!’ from the other side of the wall just fine. You move to wriggle your way out of the wall the same way you came in, twisting yourself uncomfortably against the stone slabs, only to be met with resistance.

You’re stuck.

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Of course you’re stuck.

After yelling at Grim to go get help from anyone- Ace, Deuce, Jack, whoever could pull you out from the wall- you lie defeated and stare at the empty courtyard ahead of you. Classes would start soon, meaning that no one would be around to help you. You try again, in vain, to get yourself out. Your sides were already becoming sore, and you’re suddenly acutely aware of the breeze underneath your skirt.

It’s completely quiet- until it suddenly isn’t. Voices, probably four or five of them, are barely audible from the other side of the wall.

“Hello? Can you guys help me out?” You call out, hoping that your pleas can be heard clearly from the other side.

A muffled argument breaks out from behind you. The voices speak to each other, hushed and antsy, but it isn’t long before an agreement seems to be made.

You feel your skirt being lifted, flipped up and out of the way of your ass.

“H-hey! Stop it!” You yell, but your protests fall on deaf ears.

“Can’t believe she was hiding this ass from us, hm?” A strangely familiar voice calls from the other side of the wall. You can match the voice to the face as easily as breathing: it’s the bratty voice that usually asks you to help him with homework- the voice that obnoxiously asks you to grab something from the Ramshackle Dorm’s fridge right after you had settled into your couch- but it’s darker somehow, filled with something you couldn’t place. You try to imagine him standing behind you, checking your ass out as if he weren’t one of your best friends- as if you were an object.

A pair of warm hands grab the meat of your ass, thumbs teasing underneath the edge of your panties. You shudder at the touch, hearing another voice growl in protest.

“You’re taking it too far, Trappola. Let’s just get her out.”

“You’re hard, Jack. Don’t try to act holier-than-thou now.”

“Young Master wouldn’t approve of this.”

“Young Master wants to hit it just as bad as the rest of us, and you know it.”

“I dunno, what if someone comes and sees?”

“Then maybe we’ll let them have a round.”

As it dawns on you that all of your friends are in on this- touching you, using you without regard to how you felt about the situation- you realize that you’re shamefully wet between your thighs.

You can see it, Ace encouraging them all. He’s always the little ringmaster in the dangerous stunts your group gets into. It’s Deuce, you know it, somehow, who pushes your panties to the side and pulls your pussy apart for the rest of the group to admire. You can hear movement: the shuffling of feet, the undoing of belts. You can only imagine how they must look, all hard and throbbing and waiting for their turn with you.

A set of fingers sinks deep into your pussy. They’re slender- too slender to belong to Ace or Deuce, much less Jack and Sebek. Epel, you decide, curls his fingers into you with an unexpected fevor. You moan despite yourself, hips unconsciously bucking backwards onto his fingers. Epel groans, scissoring his digits within you, before someone grunts, asking for their turn.

A mouth is hot on your cunt, tongue experimentally swirling around your clit. Your body jolts and more pain floods to your sides, pinched together by the stone slabs as you subconsciously lean into the touch. Sebek is sloppy and inexperienced- you can feel his nerves even from the other side of the wall. Still, what he lacks in expertise, he makes up for in enthusiasm. He’s quick to learn, picking up on your body’s reactions to what you like and dislike. Your thighs are trembling already, helpless to do anything but wait for whoever wants to take their turn next.

“Take your pants off, Jack. C’mon, they like it.”

“No.” The beastman grunts back. His principles are rigid and unmoving- at least that’s what he’d like to tell himself. It doesn’t stop his eyes from being fixated on your lower half. His senses are heightened- he can smell the arousal dripping from you, can hear you moan through the wall better than anyone else. He imagines how your face looks, morphed by the pleasure you feel from your friends using you like their toy and is shamefully hard.

The burning want between your thighs is insane as Sebek pulls back, denying you of your orgasm right before you hit your peak.

There’s more scuffling, more whispers amongst the boys that you can’t hear.

You can’t help yourself- the desire you feel stirring inside your stomach is too much. Your voice is small, a meek ‘please’ slipping from your lips. For a moment you wonder if they even heard you through the wall.

Then, a pair of large, calloused hands is on your hips, lining you up against the throbbing head of Jack’s cock.

That’s all it took for him: you said yes, and now he can take to his heart’s content.

The stretch is sinful- you knew Jack was big in all other aspects, but this was on another level. You can hear him growl as his hips come flush with your ass, buried as far as he can go.

He paces himself at first, slowly slapping his hips into yours with every thrust. Some of the boys are cheering- Ace and Epel, you assume- accompanied by the telltale sound of stroking themselves off, four hands simpatico as they watch you and Jack.

“She looks good takin’ your cock like that, Jack.” Epel says, voice slipping into that concealed country accent of his. He rears back his hand and slaps your ass, causing you to yelp in surprise.

“Wanna use her mouth-“ Deuce whispers, like he’ll get in trouble if he speaks any louder.

“Could go around, take her from the front in the courtyard.” Ace says. You can imagine the mischievous grin that spreads across his face and the flush that adorns Deuce’s. “Class’ll be over soon though. Gonna be a risky move.”

You can imagine opening your mouth up for Deuce, letting him take your mouth however he’d like, letting him cum down your throat. Imagining how he’d look as you stare through your lashes, probably covering his mouth in embarrassment. You’d do it, too. All he’d have to do is walk around the building to the still empty courtyard…

“I-if Young Master saw this…” Sebek starts, but his protest dies with a pathetic little noise in his throat, stroking his cock harder as he chases his fast approaching orgasm.

They’re all close. Jack’s pace, once steadied and controlled, is fast and unrelenting. His fingers find your clit, rubbing in frantic circles, bringing you close to your edge as well. Your body is electrified, feeling too good to care about your bruising sides. You’re tipped over the edge, cumming hard around Jack’s cock. He can feel every pulse of your pussy around him, driving his hips into you ferally, like you had unlocked something he had been trying to hold back. With a grunt, Jack pushes himself deep inside of you. You’re slightly mortified at the prospect of him cumming inside of you, especially as you feel something at the base of his cock inflate, holding you in place.

The boys take turns cumming on your ass and back. You can feel the hot liquid landing on your skin as each takes a turn marking you as their own.

“Fuck.” Jack curses. “I-I really didn’t mean to-“

“Knotting her, without her permission?” Ace tuts at the beastman with a laugh. “Told you- just as bad as the rest of us.”

Jack tries to pull his knot out to no avail. The tugging sensation on your already oversensitized cunt makes you whimper. The bell tolls, signaling the end of class. This hallway wasn’t a particularly busy hallway, but the danger of someone coming out and seeing you was still very real.

“Guess we’re stuck here together, huh?“ Jack says gruffly, his face flushing.

Well. Friends make everything better, right?

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