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You looked at the macaroons with a defeated sigh. They looked horrific. You stayed up all night making them. The entire recipe was made from scratch to show the person you wanted to give them to that you were capable of putting your heart into something like this. You tried to make them in cute little heart shapes for Valentine’s Day but it was all in vain.

They were oblong and abstract in shapes. The cream filling was the only appealing part. You knew the task would be extremely tedious, however the effort was necessary for the person you wanted to give the cookies to. “They don’t look that bad…” Grim yawned in the wooden chair, nodding off with lazy blinks of his big, round eyes. He had stayed up all night to help you, but now the desire for sleep was here to claim his conscious state. “They’re supposed to look like hearts, Grim.” You mumbled as the defeat melted into an expression more forlorn. “Close enough.” He yawned with a wide stretch of his jaw as you looked at the clock on your phone. It was 5:50am, consequently your classes started at 7:30. You didn’t really have time for a power nap AND to get ready. But you also didn’t want to be too exhausted to give the cookies to your Valentine. 

Sam promised that the strange vial of lemon extract would bring you closer to the person you baked the liquid into. Part of you wondered if it was bull, since it sounded more like some mystical love potion. And you were pretty sure during your History of Magic classes, the Professor had mentioned that was extremely illegal. But Sam could have been pitching you a metaphor. Or maybe he really did sell you a crime. Thinking about it in detail was starting to give you a headache. “Grim, do you want to go to school today?” You questioned the beast through your own exhaustion as your eyes roamed across the table. Covered in excess flour and remnants of your baking tragedy. You were only met with his soft snoring. Taking that as a firm ‘no’ to your question you sighed. 

You would be flying solo today, or perhaps even sneaking off to the library to catch up on some sleep. After cleaning up and tying your ugly macaroons up in a thin plastic bag and violet colored ribbon, you carried Grim upstairs to bed. You tucked him in and began to get ready for school with your eyes threatening to shut at every moment. The cafeteria sold espresso shots. You thought that grabbing one would be the best course of action for when you made it to the building. If you didn’t fall asleep walking down the path first. You showered and washed your hair, brushed your teeth while scrubbing the crust from your sleepy eyes. Finally, you got into your uniform. You looked yourself over in the mirror as a quick glance over for any possible imperfections. Maybe some lip gloss? Mascara maybe?

It was Valentine’s Day and you wanted to look your best to take away attention from the disfigured macaroons. But for now you just wanted to sleep on the couch. You grabbed your school bag and your phone, heading down to the lobby of Ramshackle for a swift power nap. The ghosts promised they would wake you up in time for classes, but they seemed worried. You were up all night. They thought that maybe it would be better for you to skip the first few hours to catch up on a few hours of needed rest. But you refused. With sorry expressions, they promised to wake you up in time. 

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You walked to school with haste. A scowl on your face with your eyes glued to your phone. Your blazer shielding you from the rain pelting against you. And it was only going to get stronger. The ghosts did wake you in time for classes. But only for that. You wouldn’t have any time to go hunting for the person you wished to gift the macaroons to. It could be that they intended for you to get some much needed sleep. But you didn’t have that in your timetable for Valentine’s Day. You had the cookies tucked into your school bag, pouting in silence as you made your way up the wet, stone stairs of the college. 

As you entered, your tired eyes spotted Vil walking far ahead on his way to class. You didn’t have time to stop him, and Rook was already singing his praises. The moment you reached your first class, the bell had rang. With a joyless and exhausted sigh you sat in your seat and pulled your notebook from your bag. The least you could do was get ready for a long lecture. But you didn’t realize that when you closed your eyes, the bell would be ringing again to signal the end of class. 

You actually fell asleep at your desk. 

Whipping your head around, seeing most of the students already heading to their next class. It left you with a sour taste in your mouth. This had to be the worst Valentine’s Day you had ever experienced. You shoved your things back into your bag, quickly rising to your feet to make it to your next class. However the thought of skipping to sleep in the library sounded more and more appealing with every step. As you left the classroom, a familiar face was waiting for you. A wide and friendly smile, his blunt bob pulled back into a ponytail and his hat missing from his head. “Bonjour! Did you sleep well?” Rook asked in a way most found unsettling. 

But with your attempts to be in the gaze of Vil, you had gotten used to him. “Very funny…” You mumbled as your pace began to slow as he walked beside you “Non, non! It is not a jest, I was sent to fetch you!~!” He chuckled as you finally slowed to a stop in the bustling hallway. A warmth settled in your face as you looked at him with suspicion. There was only one person that Rook would ever obey. “Do you have time after school?” He asked and you swiftly nodded. No hesitation needed. “ Très bien! Please go straight to the Film Club at the end of the day. Someone will be waiting for you there,” Rook followed after you as you walked to your next class with your heart jumping excitedly in your chest. “And this is from me.” He handed you a small violet box as you reached the classroom door. Giving you a small nod farewell as the bell rang above you. You pulled open the box and frowned. It was an anatomically correct heart made of red chocolate. 

Gross. But fitting for someone like Rook to give as a gift. 

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The school day had finally ended, and you took in a small inhale as you stood outside of the Film Club. The chocolate heart Rook had gifted you was loaded with caffeine. Just enough for you to make it through the rest of the day. Hopefully there would be no one else present, you knew how aggressive some of the other students could be towards Vil. You rehearsed what you wanted to say in your mind as you started to pace. Smoothing out wrinkles in your uniform and trying to fix your hair. Should you try to play things cool? Maybe acting aloof and sultry? Be friendly, but not too friendly… Right? You swallowed down your anxiety and raised your head. Your hand clutched the brass knob tightly.

Just his acknowledgement would be enough to make you happy. It was quiet on the other side.

You took in a slow inhale, and let it all out before announcing that you were coming in. You forced open the door, eyes filled with determination. “Excuse me, Vil-” You stopped as a boiling warmth stung the flesh of your face. Amethyst colored eyes locked with yours as Vil frowned, holding a script in his slender, well manicured fingers. His hair was up in a neat braided bun, his ears had shimmering crystal earrings dangling softly with each delicate movement. “What? Come in, don’t just stand there.” He instructed firmly from where he leaned against the table. A silk, royal purple shirt exposing the flesh of his chest. Not a scar or freckle to be accounted for. It was tucked neatly into a pair of black Victorian styled trousers that naturally accentuated the gorgeous silhouette of his body. Down to blood colored stilettos, making Vil four inches taller than before. You were taken aback by his appearance. You didn’t expect him to be dressed for the club already.

Now you felt far too underdressed to see him. 

Your disheveled uniform made you feel the urge to spin on your heels and leave the room. “Um…” Your rehearsals were all in vain as you awkwardly closed the door to the club room behind you. “Yes? Did Rook send you? Perfect, I needed to speak with you this morning.” He wasn’t waiting for you to explain yourself and jumped to his own conclusions with a grin. The soft rain pelting against the glass windows. It pulled you deeper into the room as the adrenaline you felt began to wane. The script in his hands was discarded to the table's surface. He curled his finger with a smile. “Come here my little sweet potato. I have a gift for you.” His voice was silky as he walked over to another table and began to dig through his school bag. Your heart was pounding as you came closer, smiling to yourself as the burning reached the sensitive tips of your ears. He called you his sweet potato.

It was rare for him to use that nickname. Since you had gotten closer, he only referred to you by name or the appropriate title of Prefect. You stood before him. Your face was hot as you struggled to remain still. To fight the urge to fidget from excitement. “Hold out your hands.” He instructed sweetly with an arm hidden behind his back, towering over you with a soft expression.

He really was gorgeous. You swallowed down even more anxiety, inhaling the faint floral scent of his cologne as you held out your hands obediently. “For you, happy Valentine’s Day.” He cooed sweetly as he handed you an expensive bar of chocolate. Lined in gold foil and telling you it was number one in the world. Almost like it was made to be photographed; not eaten. “I had it imported from home. No other chocolate can compare, so I know it’s something you will enjoy.” He chuckled softly as you looked at it with wide eyes. Traditionally, girls were to present boys with sweets on Valentine’s Day. The favor was to be returned on March 14th, White Day. Maybe things were different in Twisted Wonderland considering Rook had given you that chocolate heart earlier. Either way, you appreciated it a lot.

“I planned to give it to you first thing this morning. But I couldn’t find the time to give it to you. I know it’s inconvenient since my club starts in,” He paused and reached for his phone. Only to click his tongue in annoyance. “Ten minutes.” The Housewarden appeared dissatisfied as you marveled silently at the expensive treat. “I actually have something for you too!” You looked up at Vil, your heart drumming in your ears as a wave of surprise flashed in his face. 

You felt that bubbling insecurity rise as you rested your school bag on the table, digging through it to retrieve the now slightly smashed and so-very unsightly macaroons. You pulled them sadly from your bag and your shoulders sagged in disappointment. “They… They’re supposed to be macaroons…” You muttered sadly as you looked at the bag in your hands. It was far worse than this morning. The overwhelming urge to break down and cry began to snake its way to the front of your brain. You were so tired, even after having three espresso shots and power napping in the library instead of attending P.E you couldn’t take it anymore. 

Valentine’s Day truly felt like a disaster. 

You weren’t sure if the tears starting to well in your eyes were from exhaustion or if they were from the feeling of failure. “Did you make those for me?” Vil asked as you hesitated, before nodding with a small sniffle. “I tried… I shouldn’t have stuffed them in my bag.” Your fingers brushed his own as he accepted the treats with a smile. He reached out and gently thumbed away your tears with a soft hum. “I can tell you put in the effort.” Vil teased softly as you leaned into his touch. “I’m supposed to be dieting,” Vil began as he pulled away from you. Watching as you blinked yourself back into reality.

His elegant fingers pulled the ribbon free as he sat at the table and you took the chair across from him. “but I think since it’s a holiday I can have a few of these. After all, you worked so hard on them.” He smiled softly as he took one of the macaroons still intact. Instead of what was supposed to be a perfect circle, it looked somewhat like a misshapen heart. “Are these lemon flavored?” He asked curiously, biting delicately at the corner of the treat as you sheepishly nodded with a soft sniffle. “I had bought lemon extract from Sam’s shop. I thought it would be unique instead of the traditional chocolate. But… It didn’t come out right…” You explained as Vil ate slowly, chewing and smiling as he went for another. You couldn’t tell him that the lemon extract may be magical. 

“I wanted to make them perfect but I hadn't made macaroons until last night… I’m sorry.” You apologized as your body began to feel heavy with the exhaustion creeping through your body. The tears didn’t help either and the gentle pat of rain started to lull you into a comforting state. Vil shook his head in disagreement. His brows creased as he finished off the cookie. “They taste amazing actually. The appearance is appalling, yes, but the flavor is beyond expectations. And I have a very expensive taste.” He cooed as the flush in your face returned as you propped your head in your hands with a dreamy smile. He liked them! “Did you even try your own creation?” Vil hummed and you shook your head in response. 

You didn’t have time. “Here,” The Housewarden grabbed one of the pastel yellow macaroons, this one had taken a shape similar to a boot. “Ahhhh~” He sang as you nervously parted your lips, tasting the lemony cream and the softness of the flaky macaroon against your tongue. Vil was right, even though they looked hideous, they were actually really good. A perfect balance of bittersweetness, the shells were soft and easy to eat, the cream coated your tongue and was the perfect thickness. “Practice makes perfect of course. I’ll be expecting some more of these soon. I’ll pay for whatever ingredients as long as you work on your piping skills.” He laughed, soft like windchime bells as you chewed slowly and savored the taste. The two of you sat and talked, the conversation flowed perfectly. Even when he scolded you for sacrificing your sleep for the sake of a pastry as you started to nod off in front of him.

The cookies and the chocolate had been finished. As the other club members started to file in you sensed that it was time for you to go. But you couldn’t shake this feeling. It wasn’t the overwhelming desire to lay on the ground and sleep. It was a burning sensation deep inside your stomach. Filling you with a dull ache that made you cross your ankles and rub your knees together. You felt… Horny. 

You weren’t sure if it was that time for you to be ovulating already. Something absolutely felt off. Your cheeks were burning, and you looked across the table at Vil who was now resting his head in his hand. His cheeks were a soft rouge as he stared at the empty plastic bag with only remnants of the cookies the two of you had finished. Vil had eaten most of them. “My little sweet potato…” He sounded irritated as he pulled a smile across his face, looking at you with his eyes darkening. The lemon extract. 

Sam said it would help you get closer to the person you fed it to. It wasn’t poison right? “You said you bought that lemon extract from Sam’s?” He asked as he straightened up, folding his hands across the table as you tried looking away. You felt guilty now, writhing nervously in your chair. “Are you sure it was just lemon extract?” He asked through clenched teeth as you felt the cotton of your panties starting to cling the longer you sat. Images of Vil’s angry expression swarmed your frontal lobe and all you wanted was to be forced to apologize. 

There was absolutely something wrong. 

Sam never said how much to use, so you had used the entire bottle in your cookies. Clearly that was a bad idea with how your bodies seemed to be reacting. “I see the club is starting!” You jumped to your feet to escape the interrogation. Swaying slightly from tiredness as the rain sounded much heavier now. Grabbing your bag with haste, your palms sweaty as you rushed to the door. “Thank you for the chocolate.” You breathed out as the burning feeling grew and grew. There was the debate between holding back the carnal hunger until you made it to Ramshackle, or sneaking into a janitor's closet to quickly relieve yourself of the hungry feeling. Either way you wanted a nap afterwards.

“I’m not finished with you yet.” The breathless growl made the hair on the back of your neck stand straight to attention. Vil was right behind you with his hands clenched into tight fists. Your thighs quivered in excitement as sweat began to pool beneath your stuffy uniform. Some of the club members called out to the two of you, bringing you both back to the current reality. “I’m going to walk the Prefect to the bathroom. Just in case there are male students lingering in the halls.” Vil’s excuse was flimsy, but of course his club was filled with sparkling eyes as they nodded and commented on how kind Vil was. 

You weren’t sure either of you would make it to the bathroom. 

As you left together, you could feel Vil close behind. A hand lingering along your lower back as you stumbled your way to the nearest door. Funny enough, it was a janitor's closet. You glanced around. Taking note of the hallway's emptiness, grabbing the handle to the door. Vil urged you forward, a silent command as you swallowed and obeyed. You opened the door as Vil gave you another soft push. It was small and cramped. Dark and filled with the faint scent of lemony-scented cleaning supplies. The door shut behind you with a click. Now shrouding you in the black shadows as a pair of lips found your throat, and strong hands began to pull and yank at your uniform. “I want you to take responsibility for whatever mistake you made.” He snarled against your skin. Sucking and biting at the flesh as you were pushed deeper into the closet. Your skin was on fire, your hips rubbing back against his clothed crotch as he pressed you against the wall of the closet. You were like pliable clay. Submitting to the idea of being molded into whatever it was your queen wanted. 

The roughness was pleasant, the fantasy of wanting to be closer to someone you once saw as unreachable was pleasant. You continued to grind as Vil’s hips moved in tandem with yours. Soft moans and cries filled the tiny closet space. The sounds echoed through your skull as you pulled up the fabric of your skirt, silently begging for more. Vil was of course quick to pick up on things. “You did this on purpose?” He asked and you shook your head. Your eyes screwed shut as he panted softly in your ear. Cool hands slid along your hips as your panties were forced down the plush flesh of your thighs. “Liar.” He chuckled in amusement as a slender finger slipped inside of you. Your body jerked in surprise. Vil pumped and curled slowly as your walls constricted and relaxed around the digit. Your body was so excited to finally feel your more intimate needs satiated. “I know you did this on purpose. Poisoning me like this… All for a little attention?” His voice tickled the flesh of your ear as his finger pumped and curled vigorously inside of you. “It was an accident.” The words came out breathless. Hardly audible as Vil continued to kiss and suck at your neck. 

You felt happy with the lingering knowledge that it would bruise on your skin. The affectionate and hungry welts by someone you had wanted to be recognized by for so long. “You could have just asked me.” Your head jerked in surprise. Asking and or suggesting your affections directly was a herculean feat you could only dare to dream of. The curling finger pressed and prodded at a rough patch of nerves inside of you. It caused your body to jump in surprise as you shook your head. “Your fans would kill me-”

“So you DID do this on purpose?” He teased and you started to pout. His mouth was much kinder now as he pressed kisses against your hot skin. A second finger slipped inside of you. “No… I… I didn’t know it would…” You were starting to feel light headed through your confession. “Sam said it would get us closer… But I thought it was… It was one of those lame metaphors so I would buy it…” You grumbled as Vil chuckled softly. He was amused. His pumping slowed. Sensually rubbing your wet velvety insides. Coating his digits with your juices as he continued to kiss and suck lightly at your flesh. “Such innocent intentions. I choose to believe you, my little sweet potato.” The nickname appeared again. “But,” He paused as the pumping stopped, and you started to pout. Your head pressing against the wall as you gnawed at your bottom lip in frustration. Vil gently patted the flesh of your ass as the sound of shuffling clothes muted the silence between you.

“there are consequences for being so naïve. Especially since you’ve pulled me into your little mess.” You could feel something rubbing against the plush meat of your moistened entrance. Round tip, smeared with something sticky and wet. Twitching and throbbing with anticipation for more to come. “Now, now my little sweet potato. How badly did you want me to do this with you?” Very was the correct answer. Vil knew that. But he wanted to hear you say it. To push the pleas’ past your own lips for him to savor. He wanted to egosurf your sentences. To hear you admit how much you’ve wanted him and for how long.
The once unattainable, has become attainable to you. And only you. You reached back, curling your hand through Vil’s champagne colored hair. Once in its neat braided bun, but now loose with the ends curled from accumulated sweat. You carefully craned your neck. Your lips are just now brushing against Vil’s as you feel his cock start to slowly slip inside of you. Your walls stretched open for him. Allowing him to penetrate deeper and deeper as the two of you panted quietly in the dark.

Your lips caught his in a chaste and starved kiss. “I really like you… I’m sorry I tricked you.” The apology was breathless as your stomach coiled in excitement. The filling feeling made your eyes start to roll back into your skull as Vil took the chance to rub his tongue against your bottom lip. “I’ll apologize with my body. So I can show you I mean it.” You couldn’t believe your words were your own. Maybe it was the magical lemon extract. Maybe it was Vil giving you what you always wanted. Maybe it was you finally feeling confident after all of today’s stumbles and mishaps. His hips started to slowly thrust as a cacophony of soft moans filled the tiny cleaning closet. 

“I forgive you. I always will.” Vil grunted as he pistoned his hips against yours. His hands rubbing along your flesh as he slipped them up your uniform shirt to fondle the flesh of your breasts. Not bothering to remove your bra as his hands forced themselves under the fabric to squeeze, knead, and tease. Your nipples were rubbed and pinched by his slender fingers. Pulling all sorts of whines out of you that you didn’t know you were capable of making. His lips caught yours. Eating your weak mewls and giving you the reminisced flavor of the lemon macaroons. Even if they were clumsy, they got you this far. His thrusts were steady as Vil pressed his body flush with yours. You could hear every sound. You could smell the salt of his skin and the fading fragrance of his floral cologne. The feeling of his clothes and skin rubbing against you, slowly growing overstimulating and too much to bear. You only wished that you could see his expressions. And that he could see yours. 

You wanted Vil to know that you felt just as amazing as he did. Accepting his thrusts and how they quickened from excitement. How you could feel that coil in your stomach preparing to snap. 

Your legs quivered as you braced your hands tightly against the wall. Your walls clenched and convulsed. Wet juices coating your inner thighs as Vil’s thrusts began to grow sloppy. Throbbing inside of you with each punch to the special bundle of nerves inside you. Stimulating you both to the awaited end of an orgasm. He panted in your ear. Moaning softly how he was so close. And so were you. “Can… I’m cumming…” He whispered weakly. His perfect appearance had become disheveled. His voice cracking and whimpering as he jerked his hips against you. Your body growing limp as the lewd smacks of skin filled the small, pitch black closet. The faint scent of lemony cleaning supplies had vanished now. Replaced with the intense smell of salty skin and lust. 

You were cumming. Your body seized as Vil flattened your body against the wall. You felt so tired. Your eyes shutting as Vil peppered your face in kisses, rubbing his hands along your sweat slicked body as the warmth of his seed filled your body as the two of you came together. Twitching and throbbing together with your head growing heavy against the wall. You panted softly with Vil in the small closet. Just barely processing his words. “Will you be okay heading back on your own?” Vil asked quietly and you slowly shook your head in refusal. It wasn’t necessarily that you didn’t trust yourself to make it back to Ramshackle. You just didn’t want to go alone. You wanted Vil to go with you. You wanted to be with him longer. 

Just for the rest of Valentine’s Day.

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You stared proudly at the little clear bag with heart shaped cookies neatly tucked inside. A smile gracing your lips as you took the bag, and tucked it away into the pocket of your blazer. It was finally Valentine's Day in Twisted Wonderland. With the help of Sam’s mysterious magical liquid, you would finally get closer to someone you had your eye on. Grim pouted from his seat on the table. Holding a much larger heart shaped cookie between his paws. And to his dismay, without the mystical lemon extract and a completely different recipe. “I doubt the magic woulda had any effect on me! You didn’t have to hit me on the head with a spoon!” He scoffed as you gingerly picked Grim up and held him in your arms. “You were trying to eat the raw dough! Sam said you couldn’t have it with the extract!” You scolded him, watching his ears fold back against his head as he quietly nibbled at the cookie. Crumbs cascaded down onto your uniform and bounced to the floor. 

“Whatever…” He growled in disappointment as you adjusted him in your hold. With Grim now swiping the crumbs off of his furry cheeks, you grabbed your school bag from the table surface. “It’s too spicy for you anyways. That’s why I made you something else.” You huffed as you left Ramshackle with a wave goodbye to the ghosts. Asking that they lock the door on your way out. You quickly made your way down the winding dirt path. The large, gothic building just ahead. You had worked on the cookies all night. Just barely getting enough sleep. You were so antsy about making sure everything was perfect. 

Even though the person you made cookies for was so laid back in nature. 

You raced up the stone steps with a bubbling sensation of excitement filling your chest. Your mind racing as you conjured up all of the potential outcomes today could end with. You pushed open the heavy oak doors to the school. The main hall was crowded with a sea of black uniforms. A wave of confidence washed over you. Dodging and ducking past students in hopes of seeing the one person you needed to see for the special holiday. It was early in the morning. Usually he would be walking and talking with Trey before they parted for their respective classrooms. 

You caught sight of his ginger colored hair from within the crowd, your eyes widened with hope as you picked up the pace with Grim tucked against your chest. Your cookies are safe and secure in the pocket of your blazer. “Cater!” You called his name with a smile, hoping to catch him before he walked off. He waved goodbye to Trey with a bright smile, tucking his phone into the pocket of his uniform pants as you called out to him a second time. The moment his leaf green eyes met yours, the confidence and bravado had been punched out of you. Leaving a nervously grinning shell. 

“Mornin’ babes!~!” Cater sang as you approached him with your posture starting to crumple. The nickname had flustered you. He used it all the time. But this felt different.  “Good morning Grimmy.” He cooed and waved to the monster. Grim squirmed in your arms with a wide smile. “We were-” You covered Grim’s mouth with your hand before he could finish speaking. “Grim, can you do me a favor?” You quickly leaned in with your voice dropped to a whisper. His big blue eyes were now full of suspicion. “I’ll get you a big lunch if you head to class without me. I have to do something important by myself.” You requested and watched as the suspicion quickly faded into awe. He seemed pleased with the deal, nodding before leaping out of your arms with a smirk. “I’ll make a list of everything I want to eat!” Grim laughed softly and weaved through the legs of the many students around you. 

Your wallet will suffer, however, it was something you were willing to bear for just a day. You turned to Cater with an awkward smile as your heartbeat drummed against your ears. “Happy Valentine’s Day.” You murmured nervously as you laced your hands together. Your smile continued growing, causing an ache in your cheeks. “Is that today?!” Cater was surprised. Given the nature of his constant social media presence, you wondered if the reason he didn’t notice was because he was attending an all boys school. Or maybe he just wasn’t a fan of the holiday? “Usually I’m on top of stuff like that. My bad~ I’ll have to get you some candy later.” He rubbed at the back of his neck with a soft sigh. Usually, girls gifted boys on Valentine’s Day. The role was reversed March 14th for White Day. The culture must be different where Cater is from.

Before you could speak, the ginger suddenly grabbed you by the arm and yanked you against his chest. A sound was punched out of you as you allowed yourself to be handled. Cater’s arms wrapped around your shoulders. Turning you away from whatever had posed a threat. There was the sound of a crinkle, and then a crunch from within your blazer pocket. Your eyes widened in shock as you caught a glimpse of a student flying through the hallway on an out-of-control broom. Crashing with a pained yelp into a small group of unsuspecting boys. You would’ve been the unfortunate victim of a concussion or worse if Cater hadn’t come to your swift rescue. 

“Are you okay?!” Cater asked, sounding concerned as he held you out at an arm's length. Leaf colored eyes frantically looked you over for any signs of injury. His hands started to relax on your shoulders as he let out a soft sigh. “You need to keep your nose out of all those books. Your spatial awareness needs some work…” He mumbled jokingly, smoothing out the wrinkles of your jacket. “Who’s going to take care of you when I’m gone babes?” He asked with a smile as you responded with a small shrug. Allowing him to even go as far as to tighten your tie. 

“Is that my valentine's gift?” Cater cooed as your hands reached towards the bag with a burning sensation filling your face. Maybe this was a stupid idea. He pulled his hands away with them now resting on his hips. His head tilted to the side as he hummed. Eyeballing the little plastic wrapped bag that jutted out of your blazer pocket. “It’s a little silly. But I know you don’t like sweet stuff! So…” You trailed off as you pulled the cookies out of your pocket. You awkwardly held the bag out to him, a small smile on your face as you glanced down to ogle the tips of your shoes. 

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Cater.” You muttered. The cookies were a pale reddish orange color. The addition of hot sauce and chili flakes mixing with the lemony flavor had given them the unique shade. Sadly, most of the hearts had cracked when Cater saved you from someone else’s stupidity. “They’re supposed to be habanero and lemon. So that’s why they look weird.” You noticed his weight shift and a curious ‘oh?’ passed his lips. “Whaaaat? Those are for me?” He asked and gently took them from your cupped palms. “Yeah… I made them last night…” The heat in your face had grown stronger as Cater looked over the treats with a smile. You felt silly for preparing something like this. Maybe a card or even a box of candy would have been less embarrassing. Your arms dropped to your sides and you adjusted your bag on your shoulder.  “This is so cute- Can I post these?” He asked and you nodded with your eyes slowly lifting.

You wanted to confess. Badly. But for some reason the words couldn’t be formed on your tongue. You had learned over time that he had a very shallow view of relationships due to the lack of consistency in his life. You didn’t mind if things didn’t end with you walking hand-in-hand on the beach. But you did want to make it known that you viewed Cater as more than just a friend. As if the great seven was personally watching you flail and flounder, the bell rang and signaled that class would be starting.

Your heart began to sink. “Um, Cater?” Your eyes met his, and the bashfulness returned. “Can you stay after school today? Just for a minute or two? I have to tell you something.” You swallowed back the fear bubbling up inside of you. His eyes softened and he smiled, resting one hand on his hip, the cookies perched in opposite his palm. “You can’t tell me now babes?” He asked and you shook your head. 

He appeared to hesitate, before muttering another soft and curious ‘oh’. “Alright, I’ll wait in the Light Music Club for you.” He smiled and gave you a short wave. Walking off with a hum as the sea of students began to crowd the narrow halls. “Bye Prefect!~!” He sang, turning to playfully blow you a kiss. As he disappeared, you caught a glimpse of him admiring the cookies you had made. Albeit them being crushed. You couldn’t help but press your hands against the burning skin on your cheeks as you rushed to meet Grim in class.

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Cater posted a picture of one of the cookies that didn’t end up broken. Bordering the edge of the photo in digital stickers and adding a caption saying how he was happy to have gotten something from a cute girl today. The cute girl in question was tagged in the photo and had a sudden boost of followers.

School had finished for the day. You asked, moreso begged Ace and Deuce to walk Grim back to Ramshackle for you. You promised to let them copy your History of Magic notes as a thank you. You made a quick trip to the bathroom to make sure your appearance was put together. At least enough before you made your way to the Light Music Club. You stood outside the door, clenching your hands tightly to bury down any fear and doubt that things would go wrong. The worst that could happen is Cater doesn’t feel the same way about you. The world won’t end.

The hall was desolate. Most of your classmates had gone back to their dorms for the day. And you knew Lilia and Kalim wouldn’t be stopping by the club room to interrupt. It was one of the club's off days. You would have plenty of time with Cater.You gave a final exhale, and grabbed the brass door handle. “Okay…” With a soft push, the door creaked open and you entered head first. “Cater?” You called out to him.

Only to be met with a soft, wet sound. Pairing nicely with frustrated grunts and sighs.                                                                                          The door was now wide open as you stood in shock. Your hands fell to your sides and your bag had slipped off of your shoulder and hit the checker tiled floor. You were unable to comprehend the sight in front of you. The Light Music Club room was bathed in a hibiscus orange glow. The only person in the room was Cater. Just as he promised, he was waiting for you. Passing the time by masturbating. 

Cater was slightly hunched over, his hair falling messily around his face. Working as a makeshift curtain to hide the red flushed on his usually pale cheeks. His less dominant hand gripped the edge of one of the dark, wooden tables as he leaned against it for support. His blazer was tossed over one of the chairs. His uniform pants had been nudged down his thighs. You could see the bunched up red fabric tucked inside, assuming it was his underwear. His hand quickly worked back and forth around his cock. His knuckles were shiny with what you could only assume was glossy, pearl colored sperm. 

You had no idea what to say. What were you supposed to say? You closed your mouth first, realizing your jaw had fallen in shock. Cater slowly lifted his head. The pumping slowed to a stop as his hand rested near the base of his cock. You could see his thighs spazz and twitch as his eyebrows knit tightly and his narrowed eyes met your gaze. “... H-Hey…” Cater gave you a smile, but he looked pissed off instead of pleased. “Your little prank… That wasn’t very nice.” He breathed out with the smile melting into a frustrated scowl. You weren’t sure what he was talking about. Sam said that the lemon extract would bring you closer to the student you fed it to. He never mentioned anything like this. 

You swallowed the lump forming in your throat. The words died on your tongue as you parted your lips, only to snap them shut again. You didn’t know where to look. You didn’t know what to say or do. Your hands folded into tight fists before relaxing. Your knees threatened to buckle as air caught in your throat. You watched in awe as Cater began to give himself languid strokes. Massaging the heated flesh of his cock as the flushed, peach pink tip dribbled with a sticky and clear fluid. His eyes watching you with a glazed film you could only recognize as appetence. 

A flame had been ignited deep within your stomach. Burning at your inner thighs where the cotton fabric of your panties began to cling to your crotch. Nipping and clawing at your delicates. Leaving you with an insatiable ache. “I… I didn’t know…” You trailed off, taking a small step forward. 

In cases like this, you would be asked to take responsibility. But you weren’t exactly responsible for a side effect you didn’t know about. “I’m sorry.” You took another step forward. Your eyes watching his hand slowly pump. Feeling his gaze burning into you as you got closer and closer. There was something hypnotic about the sight before you. How it made your mouth water hungrily to know what the sensation was like. To feel and stroke his cock in your palm as a form of apology. The tacky skin coated in a slick film of sperm. You wondered about the taste and the texture. How it would feel rubbing and patting against the plush, wet muscle of your tongue. If it would be easy to swallow, if you would gag. If it would tap the back of your throat, or gently tickle your uvula with each bob. 

Before you knew it, you were standing beside Cater. Your sight fixated on his methodic strokes as one of your hands outstretched to rest on his wrist. Your fingers were just millimeters away from touching the velvety flesh of his penis. You wanted to speak. Your heart was drumming in your ears as you slowly turned your eyes to meet Caters. He didn’t look as irritated now. 

Just frustrated. Pouty even. 

You took in a slow inhale through your nose. Hoping to use the breath to exhale whatever was on your mind. And as you exhaled through your lips. You finally spoke. “I can help. Since it’s my fault.” Your face was on fire. The tips of your ears felt as though they had been roughly pinched by an invisible force. You blinked awkwardly down to the floor as Cater’s hand stopped moving. Again, resting at his base. “You wanna help me?” His tone was curious, slightly raspy as you nodded in response. “It’s the least I can do.” This truly was not your fault.

But to turn and leave your crush behind as he stays in need of attention… That just felt too cruel to do. “I don’t know if you can help me…” He chuckled dryly, his shoulders starting to sag as his cock twitched. Bobbing as Cater deepened his pout. “I finished those cookies… They were bomb by the way…” He murmured as you moved your hand to hover near his shaft. The pads of your fingers grazing over the skin as you moved in closer. “It hadn’t even been an hour…” He straightened his posture. The hand that gripped the edge of the desk now pressed against his face as if he was attempting to hide his shame. “It was the end of class so… I went to hide in the bathroom. But no matter what I did…” He pulled the hand away, just as your fingers awkwardly wrapped around his cock and slowly began to stroke. 

Feeling the sweat slicked skin in your palm. “I can’t calm down.” You tried to set a pace you assumed Cater would like. Keeping it slow and steady as your mind raced with question after question. He can orgasm. But he stays excited and ready for another round. Maybe that’s what Sam meant by ‘getting closer’? It was likely that Cater was struggling because he was finishing alone. Whatever was in the lemon extract would make it so he needed you to assist him in whatever way possible. The guilt started to set in as you tried pumping faster. The feeling of him twitching and throbbing made you want to bury your face in his chest out of embarrassment. Listening to his soft moans of excitement made you swallow down any arousal you might have felt. 

You started to rub your thighs together. Unable to ignore the warmth that pooled below. And how your uniform began to feel constricting around you. “Hey… Prefect? I have an idea…” Cater sighed with a hand snaking around to the surface of your back. Gently urging you closer as the warmth of his breath tickled the skin on your face. “It’ll move things along muuuuch quicker than a handy…” You could feel his hand gently rubbing up and down, keeping in tempo with the slow strokes of your hand. You had an idea of what he might be suggesting. 

You weren’t against it. You saw it as a way to take responsibility, to apologize. Even if it wasn’t on purpose. You still wanted to help Cater. He moved your body to stand in between his parted legs. His lust clouded eyes were focused on you. Awaiting your answer. 

You hesitated before finally giving him a nod in response. He chuckled softly, mumbling something under his breath as he pulled out his Mage Pen. You now understood what he was suggesting. “Oh- I’m-” You were stumbling over your words as you jerked your hand away from the ginger haired student. With a quick flash of light, you felt two bodies lingering behind you. “If there’s more of me… That should make things quicker.” His logic didn’t make sense. 

You chalked it up to being a dirty fantasy he had. If he could participate in his own little gangbang, then he would be turned on enough to finish fast and be relieved of whatever magic was baked into the cookies. A sense of embarrassment returned. You never thought about having sex with more than one person. It never occurred to you as a possibility. Even if you were crushing on Cater, it was a fleeting fantasy you would always force to the back of your mind. You didn’t actually think he would have interest in it. 

“Hiiii.” The Cater on your left cooed from behind. The Cater on your right neatly peeled your blazer off of your shoulders and draped over one of the chairs in the club room. The room had grown much smaller, and even hotter. Your eyes darted towards the entrance to the Light Music Club. The door was still wide open, and the hallways still appeared empty. The warmth burning between your thighs only intensified from the realization that someone could see you. Not shame, not embarrassment, it was excitement. You had been bewitched by Cater Diamond in more ways than one. Even now, you wondered if you were under his spell. Or if this was all for your own personal gain. 

“We’ll show you what to do.”
“Promise, it’ll be really fun.”

The set of Cater’s began to rearrange you. Where Cater was once leaned against the table, you were now being coaxed into laying on your stomach across the smooth surface. You were in the unfortunate situation where you had to stand on your tip-toes. Pressing your palms against the smooth surface as you heard Cater and his clones shuffling around. There was a hitch in your breath as your skirt was being pushed up to your waist. The fabric was bunched as the two Caters made their way to the other side of the table. “Don’t feel like you have to do anything you don’t want to.” The Cater on the left reminded you with a small smile. His hand now rested on your head. His fingers gently rubbed at your scalp, massaging the sensitive skin. “I want to.” You grumbled as the Cater on the right began fumbling with his belt. 

“You can decide what to do.”
“Since there’s two of us up here.”
“And one of us back there.” 

They spoke as the original Cater eased your panties down just enough to be out of the way. You flinched and whipped your head back to glance over your shoulder. Feeling the hand fall away when you saw the original Cater chewing at his bottom lip. His pupils were huge and the leaf green color looked clouded from lust. His hands hurriedly felt over your skin. Grabbing the soft flesh like wet clay he could mold into his desired form. How he would chuckle softly to himself as his fingers dipped downwards to glide his digits against the wetted entrance. How your clear slick began to coat his skin. It was your body’s way of silently requesting more and more of his attention. You tried not to wriggle or squirm as a finger penetrated your velvety soft walls. Pumping slowly as you swallowed down the moans that threatened to escape. When you looked at the two Caters before you, the heat returned to your face. 

They were just as excited as the original copy. They hurriedly stroked themselves in front of you. Panting softly with the need for release. Your mouth began to water. You desperately wanted to know the taste of your crush’s cock. Even if this was a one time thing, you wouldn’t be satisfied without it. You removed your hands from the table's surface just as Cater introduced a second finger. Reaching out towards the clones to bring them closer. “I only have one mouth…” You reminded them as you exhaled a moan. Wrapping your fingers around their dicks and slowly building a rhythm with your strokes. 

Before you could ask them to decide, they were already playing a game of Rock Paper Scissors. You couldn’t muster the strength to be annoyed. If anything, the goofy sight only made you excited. The Cater standing on your left had won the game, moving in closer with his hand resting on the back of your head. “Have you done this before?” He asked, and you awkwardly shook your head. You just didn’t get out much. It was hard to find that kind of opportunity. “Awww that’s okay babes. It’s easy.” He assured you as you continued to stroke the Cater on your right. Allowing him to hold your wrist and guide you to his preferred tempo. 

Upon instruction, you allowed your jaw to fall slack. Your soft pink tongue poking out to meet the round, flushed head of his penis. He guided his shaft deeper into your mouth. Slowly to allow you to grow used to the sensation and size. Your legs were shaking, your head spinning as the Cater behind you removed the fingers. You let the clone keep a hand in your hair. Bunching it up in his fist to keep a tight hold on you as he thrusted slowly in and out of your mouth. Making his way to your soft lips that closed and sucked around him and back inside to just barely tap the back of your throat. 

The taste wasn’t what you were expecting. But it wasn’t unpleasant. The flavor of clean skin and faint soap. Sweat and salt. And a slight bitterness when you would be directed to engulf him down to the base. The tip of your nose pressed against his citrus colored pubes. You yelped as the Cater behind you rubbed the crown of his cock against your hole. Coating himself in your juices and just barely pushing inside of you. The sound vibrated pleasantly around the clone’s shaft. And you were given a tug on your scalp as he thrusted faster. 

You feel dizzy now. Your head fogging from the intensity as Cater thrusted in and out of your mouth. Grunting and panting and whispering a string of soft curses under his breath. His cock gliding against your tongue, jutting against the side of your cheek when you would tilt your head. The room is filled with the sounds of your gagging and whines of pleasure. Your hand working the other Cater even with assistance. Their dicks pulsed and throbbed. Your chin was becoming shiny with saliva and precum. Your hand became slippery with the combination of sweat and the clear fluid that began to drip out of his tip. 

A low groan made its way out of your throat as you were soon filled. Your toes curled tightly in your shoes. You could feel the muscles in your legs tightening as you moaned and gagged. It was getting harder and harder to multitask as you were now filled on both ends. Working your hand back and forth and allowing your mouth and cunt to be fucked and filled as though you were a cheap onahole. It wasn’t your fault. But you felt happy to get this kind of service. 

Even if the halls were empty, you were positive that your collective moans and the lewd sound of skin meeting skin were loud enough to travel out of the Light Music Club and into the echoing halls. You couldn’t help but tighten with excitement. Someone could see you and Cater. They could stop in the doorway and watch him and his clones use you however they wanted. 

You could feel Cater starting to twitch in your mouth when you sucked and slurped. When he pulled out of your mouth, you looked up at him in a daze. Why did he stop? You already missed the sensation of him pulsing on your tongue. How much fun it was to rub the soft, wet muscle against the salty skin. Watching how Cater crumbled so easily from ecstasy. “Sorry babes, you might not like the taste.” The clone apologized as they stood shoulder to shoulder. Pumping quickly with your face as their target. 

Having them hover so close to your face made you feel flustered. But you never broke your gaze. You instead chose to open your mouth and stick out your tongue. Your face burning up to your ears as the Cater behind you continued to thrust. His nails were digging into your hips, leaving small crescents in your skin as the chorus of moans grew louder and louder. And quickly your voice joined in. 

The strings of sticky sperm coated your skin, clinging to your hair and filling your mouth. You grimaced at the taste, keeping your mouth open as you allowed the cum to mix with your saliva. It began to make its way down your chin. Dripping onto the desk surface and the floor as you panted from exhaustion. His sperm was salty and bitter. Very unpleasant. You wished you had known that his consistent diet of fire ramen and hot chips affected the taste of his cum like this. Your legs had gone limp, your wrist was becoming tired and sore from the constant pumping. You weren’t sure how much more you could handle. 

The Caters in front of you panting as they praised and thanked you. The Cater behind you bent over. The toes of your shoes squeaked against the tiled floor as his thrusts quickened. The stretching feeling made your chest tighten as the moans grew louder and louder. He was going to cum. And you wanted him to. You lifted your feet, locking your ankles around his thighs as you rested your cheek against the cool surface of the table. 

Cater’s grip on you loosened as his cock throbbed and filled you with hot and sticky sperm. Your lips stayed parted as you began to relax, becoming boneless against the surface with a soft whine. Your eyes fluttered shut as the clones vanished into thin air. Cater lovingly pat his hand against the flesh of your ass, asking if you were feeling okay. He sounded distant, but you could tell he was finally better. All thanks to you. You nodded slowly, offering him a lazy thumbs up before you started to succumb to the overwhelming exhaustion you felt. 

-♡-

You woke up with a jolt. Your hips felt sore and you were laying on the couch in Ramshackle. You were still wearing your disheveled uniform with a thick blanket dropped over you. You didn’t remember walking here; but you did remember what happened in the Light Music Club. It was dark, and with a few glances around the room you noticed something on the coffee table a few inches away from the couch. A lined paper, presumably a note, with a glass of water on top of it and a small, square, silver tray with one pill embedded into the plastic. You frowned and moved the water and pill aside. Taking the note between your fingers with a soft sigh as you read Caters heart dotted i’s and partially cursive note he left behind. You didn’t get to confess at all. 

Thanks for the cookies babes, gimmie a call or text when you wake up. And sorry for cumming inside!
xoxo
Cater ♡

Chapter Text

With Grim yawning in your arms, you raced down the winding dirt path towards the school. Your bag bounced and hit against your shoulder. Your breathing becoming ragged as you mentally scolded yourself for not waking up on time. It was an important day for you. The entirety of last night was spent on making cookies for the person you wanted to get closest to. The treats were shaped into hearts by hand since you had forgotten to buy a cookie cutter. You had made one big cookie for Grim without the lemon extract so he wouldn’t complain about not getting something for Valentine’s Day.   

You loved him dearly. So, you thought he deserved at least one cookie.   

The cookies were shoved into your blazer pocket. Crinkling loudly with each step pounding against the dirt as the school came closer and closer into view. Part of you wondered if maybe the lemon extract was a scam. If maybe Sam’s sales pitch on how you would get closer to the person you cared for the most was just a form of hyperbole for the romantic holiday. Not that it matters now, you still bought the vial of lemony liquid and used it for baking just as Sam told you to.   

You entered the school with a sigh of relief. Your eyes darted around the sea of black uniforms for a familiar head of biscuit blond hair and giant, swiveling ears. He was a hard man to find without a cash or snack incentive. Unfortunately, you did not share any classes with the student you wanted to get closer to. All of your run ins happened on accident or when you managed the Spell Drive club. To which Ace and Deuce claimed you only did it to flirt with the hyena captain.   

Which wasn’t entirely wrong.   

Grim pawed at your blazer with a grumble. “We’re going to be late.” Grim sounded irritable, likely overstimulated from the busy hallway and chattering students. “No, we aren’t.” You whispered with one final swivel. You couldn’t see him. He had already vanished among the cluster of male students. Likely on his way to his class, or he could be skipping out for a hustle. You would have to catch him in passing, or make time towards the end of the day.   

With a sigh of defeat and a hand absentmindedly patting the pocket where your cookies were housed, you walked to class with Grim against your chest.   

-♡-  

The day seemed to drag on. You had seen Ruggie in passes, your eyes meeting before the two of you hurried along. You desperately wanted to stop him for just a moment. But with Grim against your chest, or when he was trailing along near your feet, it made the situation not-so ideal. You would have to send Grim away for a little mission if you wanted to confess to the hyena you had your eyes on. You couldn’t handle any embarrassing comments your furry roommate might try to make while you presented your cookies.   

Finally, classes had ended for the day. You stood up from the table and looked down at Grim. His jaw stretched wide as he yawned. Obviously drowsy and ready for an afternoon nap. You started to frown, wondering if you missed your chance or not. “What’s wrong, Prefect?” Jack asked, looking down at you as he stood and grabbed his MagePen, tucking it into the front pocket of his shirt. You straightened your posture, quickly offering a smile and a shake of your head. “Oh! Nothing! No problem!” You waved a dismissive hand as Jack narrowed his eyes in suspicion. “She has cookies to give that stinkin’ sandwich thief.” Grim answered for you, crossing his furry arms over his chest as his eyes fell droopy and tired. “Grim the sandwich thing happened a year ago...” You muttered. You wished that Grim liked Ruggie. Because you liked Ruggie.   

Jack’s tail began to wag, despite the face of suspicion. “They’re for Ruggie then? I see... So, you need to give them to him?” The beastman asked as his tail wagged faster. “Yeah! They’re just a friendly gift for Valentine’s Day.” You corrected quickly, not wanting Jack to assume anything unsavory about your intentions. But he looked happy that you were willing to make a treat for someone he looked up to. The most hardworking and independent person you could find in the world. It was only natural for Jack to have a shimmer in his eyes.   

“Don’t tell him I told you this.” Jack cleared his throat, crossing his arms over his broad chest with a pout. It was cute that even now he tried to suppress his excitement. “He’s going to the cafeteria kitchen to clean out the leftovers for the week. Since it’s a Friday and they usually throw everything out.” A smile started to spread across his face as you felt a swell in your chest. You knew how Ruggie was about food. You had plenty of time to catch him now. “I’ll hold onto Grim for you.” The beastman offered as Grim perked up, waving his paws quickly in discontent. “Huh?! It’s just cookies! I don’t wanna go with you! What if you have fleas?!” The monster snapped in refusal as Grim picked him up under the arms anyway.   

Dogs and cats usually don’t get along. “I appreciate it Jack. I’ll return the favor when I can!” You offered with a smile, ignoring Grim’s whines and groans of irritation. Small paws pushing at Jack’s chest as you patted your pocket to check for the cookies and you gave him an appreciative nod. “It’s just for an hour Grim! Jack, the door to Ramshackle is unlocked! Could you just walk him back?” You asked and when Jack gave you a nod of confirmation; you were off.   

You didn’t need much of Ruggie’s time. But just in case things went south and he rejected you... You wanted to at least take a moment to cry in the bathroom. You swam through the waves of uniform clad students. Making your way to the large and surely desolate cafeteria. You waved goodbye to all of the friendly faces you passed. When they asked you where you were going, you told them ‘I forgot something!’ or ‘Mind your business’. The ‘Mind your business’ line was directed at Ace who threw up his hands in annoyance. But still smiled anyways.  

You held your breath once you entered the cafeteria. It was empty. The rows of tables and the lingering smell of food made your shoulders sag as you finally released the air you were holding. Not even the ghosts were seen or heard lingering the now desolate space. Your eyes flickered towards the kitchen. You didn’t hear the sounds of shuffling or Ruggie’s familiar snicker. You were cautious, peering into the small space as a frown painted its way along your lips.   

No one was here. Your shoulders began to sag and your eyebrows started to crease. You must have missed Ruggie on your way here. The kitchen was dim, no signs of anyone coming or going. Maybe the beastman was still on his way? But Ruggie didn’t play about free food at all. Maybe this mission was a failure. You sighed under your breath, a frown crossing your lips now. The disappointment settled in your heavy heart as you pulled the bag of cookies out of your pocket. The plastic crinkled in your fingers as you eyed the heart shaped treats.   

“What are you doing here?” The question made you yelp in surprise. Bouncing the bag in your hands and catching them before they hit the checker tiled floor. “Ruggie!” You whipped your head around to greet the familiar face and voice. Your hands hid the cookies behind your back as you mustered up a smile. In his hands was a small stack of Tupperware containers. His stormy blue eyes grazed over your figure and he started to smile. “I hope you didn’t come for the leftovers. I already told everyone they were mine.” He snickered and made his way to the fridge. “No, no. I was looking for you actually.” You explained to him as the hyena placed his plastic containers on one of the counter tops. There was a curious ‘oh’ as Ruggie opened the fridge and looked among the overstocked shelves. “Looking for me? You tryna’ cash in on a favor?” Ruggie joked as you took a small step forward.   

The yellow light from the fridge illuminated the dimly lit space. You gathered your strength and offered a smile, the plastic crinkling in your fingers as you pulled the cookies from behind your back. “I actually made you something. Since, today is Valentine’s Day.” You weren’t sure how Valentine’s Day worked in Twisted Wonderland. Or if anyone truly celebrated the holiday. But this was something special you wanted to do for Ruggie. Your tone was mousier than you hoped. The rummaging stopped and Ruggie glanced over his shoulder at you.   

There was the light flick of his tail and he straightened his posture. Ruggie’s stormy blue eyes glanced you over and rested on your hands. His eyebags were far more prominent under the pastel light as expression softened. The beastman looked bashful at the thought of a gift. Usually he accepted things (that were free) with the upmost enthusiasm. “Was that today?” He muttered as the yellow light cast along the tiled floor was snuffed out as he nudged the stainless-steel door shut. His mission to collect free leftovers was now on hold.  

“I thought that sweet smell was just you.” He snickered with a sly smile, making his way over to you as your eyes locked. There was a small sway in his steps. You could see the physical fatigue in his body even though he tried to hide it. “Can I have them now?” Ruggie sounded hopeful. You nodded and extended your arms. It looked like you were trying to feed a feral cat, afraid of being bit. And maybe you were. A heat bloomed in your face as you looked down at the tips of your shoes. You swallowed an anxious lump in your throat.  

Instead of the feeling of teeth sinking into your skin, you shuddered as his hands gently grazed yours. Ruggie accepted the cookies with a satisfied expression. “You really made these for me? By hand n’ stuff?” You looked up to see how his smile had gone from slick, to genuine joy. The warmth that bloomed in your face left fluttering butterflies in your stomach. Dancing with excitement as you nodded in response. “Yeah! I mean, sometimes I bake. It’s whatever.” You tried to play things cool as you backed up against the island counter. Ruggie leaned against the counter next, right beside you as he pulled the yellow ribbon free.   

In his left palm the plastic crinkled and he used his right to take one of the heart shaped cookies with a smile. You could hear the swish and curl of his tail against his oversized uniform as he broke the cookie in half between his large, sharp teeth. “I hope they taste okay.” You weren’t sure how much lemon extract to use. And you hadn’t tried any of the cookies yourself. “They’re great actually.” He corrected with a soft snicker as he moved closer to you. Offering the bag silently with his freckled cheeks becoming a peachy red color. “I only ever celebrated with my class in middle school. We made cards but that was it.” His ears twitched as you accepted one of the cookies to eat with him.   

His joyful crunches made you smile as you ate your own cookie. The lemon was a little intense. You cringed at the taste and continued to chew slowly. Just a little flakey, and not too hard to bite. Leaving a nice soft crunch against your teeth. At least Ruggie liked them. But he wasn’t someone who wasted food. “I should have used more sugar.” You grumbled and finished the cookie, looking at the plastic bag in his palm with a flash of confusion.   

It was empty already.   

The bag crinkled in his fist as Ruggie hummed with content. “Nah, I think whatever seasoning you used was just too strong. The sugar was there.” The beastman dropped the plastic onto the island behind him. There was a growing warmth emanating from his body. “You aren’t picky so of course you would say that.” You joked; your confusion remained as you watched his ankles cross. “Did you say seasoning?” For some reason, your head began to feel clouded. Like a strange smoke filled your cranium and filled any empty space it could. “Huh? Yeah. Cookie seasoning.” There was a growl in his voice. But he wasn’t irritated. He sounded strained.   

Your heart jumped in your chest. Ruggie tapped his fingers against the smooth countertop without a sense of rhythm. Like he was distracting himself from something. You raised your head from his crossed ankles to see that he was staring down at you. His pupils were huge. Big, black circles that turned his greyish blue eyes into thin halos. His eyes were half lidded as the warmth became stronger. You could feel your skin starting to prickle and sweat as you swallowed. Attempting to wet your cotton dry throat. “That’s not what it’s called.” You started to unconsciously remove your blazer. You were getting hot.   

“What’s it called then?” Ruggie’s voice dropped as he watched you with a newfound intensity that left your posture shrinking. Something was wrong. But you couldn’t tell what it was. “It’s...” You almost said ‘cookie seasoning’. “It’s lemon extract.” You took note of your breathlessness. Your blazer was now bunched in your hands. Ruggie moved in closer.  

His breath was warm, tickling the sensitive skin of your face as your heart pounded against your eardrums. Neither of you broke the stare. Even when you left your blazer on the edge of the island counter in a ball, you did not dare to look away. There was a pit in your stomach. A burning sensation like hot coals being pushed and prodded around. You were aroused. Painfully so. “What, like syrup?” Ruggie murmured in confusion as he attempted to carry on the conversation. A slender finger snaked itself into the knot of his tie and he began to tug it loose. You began to do the same with a soft sigh of relief with a whispered ‘yes’.   

Ruggie’s face had become even peachier as the tie was discarded to the floor. You could see a thin sheet of sweat collecting along his exposed collarbones. “Are we allergic to lemons?” The question was silly and you started to grin out of amusement. The situation was almost laughable. If you were in a rational state, you would be freaking out. “No I don’r think that’s it.” You answered as Ruggie’s face was now inches from yours. He moved to stand in front of you as you dropped your tie to the ground with his. You now realized what Sam meant when he said you would ‘get closer’ to the person you baked the cookies for. But this wasn’t what you had planned on.   

However, you didn’t mind the turn of events at all. The breath in your throat hitched as Ruggie closed even more of the distance between you. Your bottom lip was caught between your teeth as you could feel the delicious sensation of his cock pressing against your crotch. How it strained against his uniform pants and how Ruggie slowly rocked his hips against yours. You really didn’t mind. His head bumped against yours as he moved in closer. Lips grazing with baited breaths mingling as he spoke again. “Is this a good idea?” It was like he was asking for your permission.   

Even through the haze of whatever was in the cookies you baked. Ruggie still wanted to ask you. The hurried clink of his belt being tugged and removed made you twitch, the soft cotton of your panties becoming sticky as you grabbed the cool edge of the countertop. There was no one around. No ghosts or students or even paintings to witness what was destined to happen. No one would know what took place in the dimly cafeteria except the two of you. “I think it’ll be okay Ruggie.” You assured him through an exhale. And that was all the beastman needed.  

Your lips meshed hungrily and you could taste the lingering citrus on his tongue. The hyena trapped you against the counter with his body. His hands gripped your sides and lifted, instructing you silently to follow his action. Between the wet and messy kisses, you did your best to get onto your toes. There was a thin trail of drool making its way down your chin. Your hands grabbed at the white collar of his shirt as your actions became clumsy and you mewled into his mouth. Your tongue rubbing lazily against his much stickier one. Ruggie wanted you to sit on the island countertop. With a small hop and some help from the beastman; the attempt was a success.   

Ruggie yanked you to the edge so your legs relaxed over his hips. The hyena’s belt was hanging loosely around his waist as he stopped rutting against you. The quick shuffle of clothes left you breaking away from his kissing to look down between your parted legs. You craved more of his thrusts as you watched him pull out his cock with desperate pumps. The tip was flushed and oozing with a sticky, clear pre-ejactulate.  Part of you felt bad for him.   

Your heart aches as you watched with soft pants passing your puffy lips. His mouth peppered kisses along the side of your face. The soft space where your jaw and ear met. Along the exposed skin of your neck. All where you felt like you craved more and more. A feeling of starvation you had never felt before. You slipped a hand downwards and grazed his wet knuckles with the tips of your fingers. Ruggie’s kisses paused and his body tensed. You turned your head and gently nipped at his chin with a small pout. “Let me?” You requested, and he nodded without a word spoken.   

Ruggie removed his hand from his cock and you cautiously took his place. You could feel small linear rows of something small and hard going up his cock. How sticky it was from him pumping and wetting it with his own pre. How the skin was velvety. How firm it was. How it throbbed and pulsed excitedly from your touch and only your touch. Your mouth began to water.   

Your imagination began running wild as you thought about what the texture would feel like buried inside of you. Gliding furiously against your inner walls until your eyes rolled back into your skull. How he was the perfect size to hit every spot you needed to be pleased and teased. Just a little thicker than expected, but you could imagine the stretch leaving your legs trembling and your toes curling in your uniform shoes.   

If Ruggie hadn’t been standing between your legs, you would have already clamped them together. The excitement pooled between your thighs as your mouth presses kisses against his throat. Your hand pumped uncomfortably slow and you allowed him to thrust steadily into your tightened hand. The hyena’s moans were soft and airy as he gripped at your stocking clad thighs. Squeezing and occasionally scratching his nails against the nylon while you stroked and teased him. “Does it feel okay?” You asked against his saliva slicked skin and he weakly snickered from above you.   

“I’m easy to please.” He gasped with a smile. Ruggie shuddering as you pressed light kisses you pressed against his throat. Running your tongue against his Adams Apple and sucking gently at his pulse point. The hyena’s blood was practically boiling beneath his skin. His breath stuttered the same way his hips continued to falter when you tightened and loosened your fingers around his cock. You smiled softly when you realized that the beastman was struggling to find the hem of your tights. His skilled hands roamed along the sides of your body.   

He bunched your skirt up, tugging and pulling at the sheer stockings with a growl rumbling in his chest. “I’m sorry, I can-” A squeak of shock erupted from your throat at the sound of fabric being torn. Your hand stopped pumping as you looked down wide eyed at your bunched up skirt. The view was blocked, but you could feel your soaked panties were now exposed to the cool kitchen air. You shook with a carnal excitement, unable to help the overwhelming arousal you felt. Ruggie tore your tights open at the crotch. “M’sorry.” He apologized under his breath as he slipped two fingers into his mouth to wet them.   

You swallowed and continued to pump him with the same slowness. Yelpig softly when he yanked your panties to the side and pushed a finger inside of you. He wasn’t sorry. But you really didn’t mind.   

The quick curl of the digit up against the soft spongy bundle of nerves inside of you made your body jolt with pleasure. Every time he hit that sensitive spot you would whine or gasp. A form of encouragement for the beastman as you tried pulling him closer with your ankles locking around him. His thumb rolled your clit into small, tight circles and he soon eased in the second finger. Your hole stretched easily as the lewd sounds of your pussy being played with left your face burning.  

Of course you touched yourself. But you had never felt this wet and needy before. Not on your own. Your hand began to sheepishly attempt to guide him towards the hot, plush cavern of your cunt. You both knew it was what you wanted. But you were growing impatient. You needed Ruggie inside of you. “Wan’ me inside?” He whispered and you nodded swiftly. His hand slowed to a stop and you followed suit.   

When the beastman rocked his hips against yours it had become a chore to hold back your loud whines. Feeling the round, wet tip of his cock massaging your clit as he attempted to catch your opening. Just barely sliding inside of you, teasing you as you clawed at his large uniform shirt now from frustration. Your bodies pressed together like puzzle pieces. Ruggie growled and huffed against the soft cartilage of your ear. With a soft sob, a few quiet pleas and kissing at the hyena’s neck; you got what you finally wanted.   

Ruggie pushed in slowly. Filling you up inch by inch with those tiny studs massaging your inner walls as his cock forced you to stretch to accommodate him. The lack of preparation wasn’t something you could bring yourself to regret. The slight burn was bearable. Ruggie grabbed your hips and pulled you against him. Forcing you to nearly dangle against the edge of the counter as you gasped from the lack of support below. One of your legs had fallen, the tip pf your shoe just barely touching the waxed, checker tiled floor. Ruggie supported the other leg by lifting it to be hooked into his elbow.   

The position allowed him to get even deeper. Spearing you with his cock as he began a steady rhythm with his hips. His head pressed against yours as he started slow. The pleasure was so intense that you desperately wanted to shut your eyes or look anywhere else but Ruggie. But he wouldn’t let you. One of his hands cupped your face and he forced you to look at him. To let him see the expressions you made as he fucked you against the counter as a lustful form of thank you for the cookies you made. The sounds were fucked out of your throat. His thrusts deepened and became pleasantly rough.   

The glide of the barbs made your jaw fall slack as your sounds became pitched up. Insanely feminine and weak as you let him use you. The feeling of your hips connecting made your legs cramp up as he pounded into you, his teeth gently catching the lobe of your ear as you struggled to come back down from this new high. How it was a thirst being satiated you didn’t know you had. The heat in your face caused you to tear up. You wanted Ruggie to move faster.   

But even when you rutted your hips in tandem with his, the pace remained steady. “I can’t go- Mmn. I can’t go faster. I can't, I can't.” He whimpered as he wrapped an arm around you as an act of support. His face flushed red as he pushed deeper and deeper, nudging those nerves with the round, mushroomy tip of his cock. “You gonna cum? Please go faster. Please?” You weren’t one to beg, but you needed him faster. You needed him harder. The muffled wet smacks of your bodies momentarily slowed to a stop as Ruggie adjusted you against him. Now, you were being supported by his body against yours. The counter dug into your back as your legs and hips hung helplessly in the air as he sped up upon your request. You cried out and held tightly to his shoulder. The white uniform fabric bunched in your fingers. Your other hand grabbed at his arm as though to steady yourself. Your breasts bounced with each rock as you were forced to take his cock and everything he planned to give you. All while looking up at him. His lips captured yours in another heated kiss as his hips continued to roughly rut against yours.   

You were covered in sweat. So was he. Your mouth was filled with the taste of Ruggie. And he had the taste of you. You could feel the way that his biscuit blond pubes stimulate your clit as his cock kissed that sensitive spot deep inside of you. Filled with any and all unspoken affection the two of you may share for one another. You started to chant his name, as the pulses of his cock intensified. You wanted it. You wanted all of Ruggie inside you. He moaned your name in between a string of sloppy, wet kisses and glanced away only for a second. “Inside me?” You were asking him not to pull out. The lust had fogged your sense of clarity so greatly you couldn’t care to consider the consequences. That could wait. “O-Oh shit I’m cumming. I’m-” Ruggie never finished as he gave you a strangled cry and another round of stuttered thrusts as you shook around him. Your toes curled into tight whorls as you savored the feeling of his thick cum filling you and mixing with your own juices.  

Your body trembled against the beastman, your thighs cramping from the tight position and the powerful orgasm as the two of you fell boneless against one another in the empty kitchen. Ruggie fought to catch his breath as he called out your name. All you responded with was a slight nod. You didn’t hear anything he said as his twitching cock continued to fill you with sperm. But you swore you heard him say something about ‘more’. And it was something you weren’t opposed to. If you hadn’t fallen asleep against the counter first.  

-♡-   

When you finally woke up, your brows furrowed at the soft sound of snoring. You looked around in the darkness, noticing that you weren’t in the school’s cafeteria any longer. Nor were you in your room in Ramshackle. It was a room in Savanaclaw, that much you could tell. It looked late, the moon round and full, high up in the night sky as you blinked awake.  

A warm giraffe patterned blanket was pulled up to your chin and you could see a cold stone wall to your right. And when you looked to your left, you relaxed into the mattress. Ruggie’s sleeping face greeted you. He had an arm thrown over your torso from beneath the blanket and he was facing you. His body cozy and close, curled up under the big blanket with you. You could feel that you were wearing a large shirt and nothing else, and Ruggie was wearing what you assumed were the pants to the pajama set. It was the beastmans attempt at changing you out of your sticky uniform. You appreciated it.   

You gasped softly when his droopy eyes shot open, and he met your gaze. He glanced away for a minute before slowly sitting up in bed. The shift of the covers started to fill you with a sense of loneliness. He scratched at the back of his head, his ears flattening against his head and you watched him fold his hands in his lap. “...Soooo…” He trailed off quietly and was unable to meet your eyes again. Before you could speak, the hyena began again. “I made a deal with Jack so Grim is having a sleepover with in his room… I washed your uniform,” He turned to face you and you could see a bright peachy flush in his cheeks. His eyes still couldn’t meet yours. “I folded it up and put it on my desk…” He nodded in the desk's direction, but you didn’t bother to spare it a glance.  

Was he asking you to leave? 

“I know you probably want to dash. I get it! Don’t even worry.” He laughed softly. There was a hint of disappointment that caused your brows to furrow. “I uh… I had fun. Even if you only felt that way because-” You sat up and gently pulled at his arm. He froze. Stormy blue eyes locked with your tired gaze. You felt upset with his despairing assumptions. “I made those cookies for you.” The reminder was gentle as you leaned in closer to Ruggie. He was silent. The room was so quiet that you could almost hear the pounding of his heart. “No one else.” You assured him and he nodded in understanding. You pressed your head against his, his warm breath tickled your lips as he spoke again. “Do… Do you wanna stay with me? Just for the night?” The tone of his voice indicated that he was hoping for a yes. “Can I stay?” You asked in a hushed tone and he pulled away slightly to nod.   

The two of you laid down again. Facing one another as Ruggie moved even closer. With a comforting silence following, you allowed your eyes to shut as you prepared for bed. “Are we still friends?” He asked under a whisper and you hummed thoughtfully in response. “What about more?” You suggested and Ruggie snickered. “Yeah. That’s cool with me.” He purred softly and you felt his arm drape itself over your body again. Your other hand locked with the hyenas beneath the blanket and the two of you drifted back to sleep. You swore the taste of the lemon cookies lingered on your tongue. But instead of that sour and bitter flavor, it was far more gentle and sweet.   

Chapter Text

Valentine’s Day has finally arrived in Twisted Wonderland.  

Of course, your favorite three male associates were greedily awaiting a treat even if one of them didn’t openly say it. You met with them before class started and told them to hold out their hands and paws. “This is for you Grim,” You handed him a small bag with colorful fish shaped cookies. Watching with a smile as he hugged the bag against his fluffy little body. “This is for you Ace,” You handed him a little plastic bag of cherry gem cookies. Each with little heart prints pressed into them as he looked at it with awe. “And of course I got you something Deuce.” Instead of cookies, you handed Deuce a small plastic container with egg custard pudding with chocolate syrup on top. His eyes sparkled, and he murmured a soft ‘thank you’ in appreciation. 

“Now, no more getting on my nerves today.” You smiled as the trio marveled at their treats. Deuce looked especially shaken up with a flushed face. “A real Valentine…” He murmured as Ace gently elbowed him with a smile. “She’s too old for you Deucey. Maybe in another lifetime.” He teased as Deuce started to sputter and shake his head. “That’s not what I was saying!” He defended himself as Ace and Grim began to tease and poke. 

That’s right. You were the oldest Freshman in class. Two years older than Leona. The teachers held you to a much higher standard.  And you had quickly become a sister figure to most of the students. Your younger classmates would come to you if they were having ‘girl troubles’ or if they wanted to talk about some feelings their immature friends might not understand. You didn’t mind it. You liked that they looked up to you, even if you were technically an underclassman to some of them.  

You sat as class started, Grim was beside you munching away at his cookies. You pulled out your notebook. The tip of your ballpoint pen tapped against an empty page. It wasn’t long before you began zoning out. Doodling little hearts in the margin of the lined paper. 

You had another gift for someone waiting back in Ramshackle. Little heart shaped lemon cookies you had baked yourself. This was for someone much older. Someone who had caught your eye the moment you had met. You didn’t share any classes. Instead, you shared quiet conversations, and moonlit walks late at night. 

You admired the gargoyles together wearing raincoats, standing together under a large, gothic umbrella shoulder to shoulder. You listened to him speak his woes and worries. How he wanted to get closer to his classmates. How he wanted to laugh and cry and experience the world the same way they did. He was on your mind, taking strolls through your frontal lobe like he owned the place. 

And he did. You had baked these cookies after Sam had convinced you the lemon extract was magical. By using it in a recipe, you would get closer to someone you admired. Someone you adored and wanted to close any distance between you and who you fed the cookies too. Was it immoral? Yes. Feeding someone a form of love potion was wrong for many reasons. But clearly it fell somewhere in magical legality if Sam was selling such a thing on campus grounds. Or this was some huge placebo you fell for. A scam. A dream is what you bought instead of some mystical syrup.  

You sighed and pulled your pen away from the page. Looking over your tiny drawings with a frown. Some of the hearts had horns. Some of them had initials. All of them had something to do with you, and Malleus Draconia. Even if the extract was a lie, you thought he still deserved a nice Valentine’s Day. 

xxx 

Malleus didn’t know how to use his phone. Not well enough. He would often present the device to you broken. The screen cracked and flickering. A digital plea for help and to be freed from the dragons' clutches. You had no way of calling or texting him. Unless you asked Lilia, Sebek or Silver. And in this case, no thank you. Thankfully, Malleus was a more traditional man. So, you decided to hand deliver your treats now that classes had ended for the day.  

You had offered to help Ace and Deuce with their homework if they could watch Grim for an hour. To your pleasure, they agreed. And Grim was willing to go if he got something to eat when you came back. After changing out of your uniform and into something casual and cute, you walked down the stone brick path to the castle of Diasomnia.  

The air was cold and humid, lingering with the discomforting static of lightning and the soft rumble of thunder. You always feared getting caught in the rain or slipping in the mud and puddles on the stone path. But it never happened. Only after you entered the dorm did it rain. And only an hour before you planned to leave did the weather clear.  

The mucky Earth and the once slippery stone dried and the puddles shrank just in time so you could travel back to Ramshackle without disruption. You adjusted your purse on your shoulder. Cautious of the cookies in their plastic, crinkling softly inside. You feared crushing them, but you couldn’t present them to Malleus just yet. So, they remained hidden in your bag. 

You knocked on the heavy wooden door, lifting on your toes and waiting patiently for an answer. Only a few seconds had passed before the heavy doors opened. Now standing before you is Malleus Draconia. The Fae had dressed himself in black loungewear, looking down at you with a warm glow in his lime colored eyes. A smile drifted across his often stoic face. “My dearest Child of Man... There you are. Have you come to visit? Explore?” He asked, his voice a deep rumble as you swallowed nervously. 

Looking up at him made your heart pound against your ribs. Your mouth dried as you smoothed your hands over the front of your tight jeans. “Oh! Uh, I was hoping to talk with you. I won’t take long.” You glanced from his face and down to the shell toes of your shoes. There are frequent occasions where you spoke with Malleus one on one. Maybe it was because of your intentions you had this lingering anxiety inside of you. Malleus raised his brows, his smile remained as he pulled away from the door, outstretching his hand to ghost near your back. Urging you inside of the building and out of the cold. “You have no reason to rush yourself. I adore our conversations.” He chuckled as you nodded slowly.  

You felt the same way about your chats with Malleus. How time flew past you in the blink of an eye. How you felt at ease around someone who was supposed to be feared and idolized in this world. To you, he was just a guy you thought was cute.  

“So, I’m not from Twisted Wonderland; you know that,” You began with a small twirl of your wrist. Following behind the Fae prince as he led you up a staircase carved from stone. “so I’m not really sure about the holidays you have in Briar Valley.” You continued as your shoes clicked against the cool rock. “Holidays? Is there something I’ve missed?” Malleus sounded puzzled.  

Usually there was a school affair he was excluded from. Both accidentally and purposely. “No you didn’t miss anything!” As the two of you reached the top of the stairs, you realized you were on your way to his room. It was for the best that you gave him his treat in private. Away from Lilia’s giggling and prying eyes. Away from Sebek attempting to cut you down for seducing the future king... You were sure Silver wouldn’t mind. But you didn’t want to confess in front of him either. “It’s called Valentine’s Day. It’s a holiday where girls give boys treats. Usually, chocolate or cards. Like an appreciation or romantic gesture. In March it gets returned by the guys.” You explained as his strides slowed. “I see... So, today you have celebrated with the opposite sex?” Malleus asked as he turned his head. Casting his gaze over his shoulder and at you for a brief moment. “Yeah! I gave Ace, Deuce, and Grim something sweet.” You smiled as he grabbed the polished handle of his door and pushed it open. 

The heavy wood creaked, and the two of you entered his bedroom. “That’s why I wanted to talk with you... Because you also get a Valentine from me.” You rested a hand against your chest as the door shut on its own behind you. The room smelled of floral incense, pulling you in deeper to the unfamiliar space. Malleus looked surprised. “I am to receive appreciation from you?” He asked as he sat at the foot of his large bed.  

This gift was much deeper than appreciation. What you gave Ace, Deuce, and Grim was appreciation. They were like younger brothers, including Grim. This gift for Malleus was a higher and more intimate affection. When you stayed up late trying your best to perfect the cookies you put all of those built up feelings into them. That yearn you felt to get on your toes and hope he would lean down enough so you could kiss him. The desire you felt when you were close enough to feel his chilled skin and unusual lack of a heartbeat. 

You’re in love with Malleus. 

You pulled out the bag of lemon cookies. The plastic crinkled in your fingers as you stood in front of him, hands outstretched. “No- Uh... This is me saying that...” You trailed off. Your heart thudded against your eardrums, drowning out any other sound in the room. With a swallow, you mustered up a smile. “I love spending time with you.” His hands brushed against yours. His skin naturally cool as he accepted the little pastries. 

Malleus looked the cookies over in silent awe as you folded your hands together. Shifting your weight from one side to the other. “I love when you come and visit me at night, and I love seeing gargoyles with you... So, this is deeper than appreciation...” The Fae’s eyes suddenly met yours and you froze. “Is it?” You nodded. 

You wanted to tell him you loved him. You wanted to ask him to be official. You wanted to stand between his thighs and kiss him. You wanted to make it known how you felt. But you lacked the confidence. At least right now you did. Confessing and experiencing potential rejection is terrifying.  

Being friends was okay. The cookies were supposed to help you get closer to the person you gave them to. And you felt like Sam was right. Being open like this did feel like you were getting closer with Malleus. “That’s all I wanted to talk about, since Briar Valley doesn’t have Valentine’s Day I thought it could be a fun cultural exchange!” You shrugged as your smile started to weaken. You were going to cry into your pillow later tonight for chickening out on your confession. “And I am to return this sentiment next month?” You nodded in response. “March 14th is called ‘White Day’. You don’t have to get me anything-” 
“Would a precious stone or geode suffice? To express my gratitude towards you?” He asked as he pulled the ribbon free from the bag and reached in to grab one of the heart shaped cookies.  

It was cracked but holding onto its original shape the best it could. “I mean..? I don’t think you have to go that far. Candy is fine!” You weren’t sure what you would do with a big rock anyway except keep it for display. It would remind you of Malleus of course. But you knew he would be bringing you a boulder instead of something easy to carry. “I will be sure to bring you a pastry from Briar Valley. For a cultural exchange.” He was smiling, his eyes half lidded, and you could tell he was playing along. Malleus was pleased, and that was good enough for you.  

“I’m sorry if the cookies aren’t that great.” You apologized as he took a bite. The cookie crunched between his teeth, and he chewed slowly with a shake of his head. “I don’t care too much for sweets that aren’t ice cream. This is perfect.” He assured you as you looked down, your face warm from his praise. He held the bag out to you and you took a cookie as well. 

The pale yellow heart between your fingers felt soft at the top and hard on the bottom. You took a bite, savoring the light crunch and the taste of lemon. They weren’t too sweet. They weren’t too hard or soft. The lemon extract wasn’t too overwhelming either. 

“May I walk you back to Ramshackle? The sun will set soon. I don’t think it would be right for me to let you walk alone after you gave me a gift.” He offered and you lifted your head to meet his warm eyes. Malleus had already changed into something comfortable. It didn’t feel right to make him change again just to walk you down the path from the Hall of Mirrors. “No, it’s okay! I’ll manage on my own. I’ll-” You paused. “Is your phone broken?” You asked as Malleus sheepishly glanced away. 

That meant yes. 

“Uhh, I will... Text Lilia that I made it safely to my dorm so he can tell you.” You assured the prince as he started to pout. “It is not an inconvenience for me to walk with you...” He grumbled, finishing another cookie. Your heart continued to race, and you made a connection. “Did you want to walk me back to my dorm?” You asked, noticing Malleus glance at you and then to the cookies in his hands. He’s so cute. “I would like to.” Malleus posed it as an offer, a form of subtle coercion without the application of pressure.  

You giggled, seeing the way his cheeks flushed as he finished the last cookie. “And as long as it doesn’t trouble you, I would be happy to walk together.” Your face started to feel warm. You wondered if there was heating in the dorm. Or if the castle styled dorm was attempting to bake those within due to the position of the sun. It was odd, you had heard Sebek complain in the past about how cold it was in Diasomnia. Malleus moved to stand, and your brows furrowed as you made your way to the door. “I-I’ll let you get changed.” You gave him a small wave as you grabbed the doorknob. 

The door wouldn’t open. It was locked, and you felt your breath hitch in your throat when Malleus spoke. “Forgive me.” His voice sent a shudder up your spine that tickled your brain. “I am feeling... Under the weather. I must have locked the door on accident.” He exhaled, and you nodded in understanding. You could feel his eyes burning into the back of your head. Working their way down slowly, settling on your shoulders, your lower back, you couldn’t help but shyly hide your butt with your hand.  

The door clicked, and you fled the room. The heat was starting to get to you. It bloomed from deep within your stomach, spreading through the rest of your body. You felt sweat starting to form at your brow. You didn’t understand why you were so hot. Or why the heat inside of you was turning into arousal. You shouldn’t be ovulating, and even if you were you never felt like this.  

The door opened behind you, and before you could spin around you face Malleus, a strong hand pushed you up against the wall. You grunted; your palms pressed against the rough surface. Malleus rolled his hips into yours. You could feel something hard grinding against your ass. Forcing soft mewls to pass your lips as you listened to his breathless sounds behind you. “My dearest Child of Man...” Malleus’ voice dropped to a low whisper. His mouth against your ear as the grinding became impatient. His cold hands found your hips, keeping you firmly in place. Squeezing as if he was afraid you would try to run from him.  

“Is this part of the holiday as well?” His brows furrowed in confusion, and you hesitated on how to answer. Sex can be something that happens on Valentine’s Day. But you didn’t plan this at all. You attempted to sputter a response, failing horribly as a soft string of whines left your lips. You were just as turned on. But you didn’t know why. Did lemon extract behave as a natural aphrodisiac? Or was this what Sam meant when he mentioned you would ‘get closer’ to the person you gave the cookies to?  

If so, you needed to file a complaint of some kind. “I... I dunno?” You whimpered as Malleus began to kiss and lick at your throat. Mouthing hungrily at the skin as your hands fumbled around to find his. “Those cookies were embedded in magic... We’re you unaware?” The Fae slowed his rutting hips as you nodded. You didn’t realize that the lemon extract did this. When Sam told you that it would make you closer, you thought that it was some goofy love potion. You didn’t think that it would lead to sex. 

Malleus groaned in your ear; his teeth grazed the sensitive cartilage as you rocked your hips back into his crotch. Maybe it was because it was Malleus doing this to you. His hands gripping you tightly as he huffed in your ear. His horns bumping against your temple as you stood outside of his room. You could feel the crotch of your panties becoming sticky. Wet and clinging to your soft folds from the intense arousal. You needed more. 

“Malleus-” His name was a breathless whisper on your tongue. The Fae’s hands began to roam. He was fiddling with the button on your jeans, struggling for few seconds before he popped it open. If you were in the right headspace, you would push him away. You would tell the future king that you wanted to be official first. That you wanted something more romantic from him.  

You couldn’t bring yourself to care now. You would worry about the specifics later. “Yes dearest?” The pet name made you shiver. You allowed Malleus to ease your jeans and your panties down your thighs. Freeing your aching sex and exposing it to the cool air. Providing you some relief as a long finger slipped between your folds. Rubbing and coating the digit in your slick. “My Child of Man, I apologize for my forwardness. The cookies were laced with an aphrodisiac... I was under the impression that it was part of the holiday...” His breath was labored as the finger pushed inside of you. Your inner walls clenched around the finger as you listened to him talk. Your hands against the wall as you shook and allowed your body to respond to his touches. To his deep voice as he expressed his apologies for acting on such lustful behaviors.  

“I will bring pleasure to you, as an expression for my gratitude. I cherish you, very much so... Therefore, I cannot release you until the magic has worn off...” There was a roughness in his tone. His finger pumped and curled inside of you. Your moans came bubbling out of you as heat settled in your face. Your nipples rubbed against the fabric of your top, straining and aching from the newfound sensitivity. You didn’t know what to say. You didn’t know what to do other than submit to the ecstasy you were feeling.  

Malleus was going to help you. How sweet of him. Even though this was your fault.  

Your breath hitched when another finger slipped inside of you. Curling and stretching your aching pussy. His fingers were coated in your clear nectar, and the empty hall filled with wet, lewd sounds. You tried nudging your pants down further. Getting them down to your ankles and pooling over your shoes. You had to take your pants off. There was a moment of clumsy squirming as you kicked off your shoes. Malleus made a sound of displeasure from your movement. He mumbled under his breath, but it was inaudible.  

You needed Malleus to give you more than his fingers. Your sock covered feet now rested on the stone floor. Your lower half completely bare as you started to whine. “Please..?” You begged softly looking over your shoulder at the Fae prince. You didn’t know what you were actually begging for. You admired the rosy flush in his pale cheeks. How his face hardened, and he exhaled through parted lips. You swore you could see the crackle of green fire near the corners. “Please? Is there something you need? You must speak up.” The future king instructed as his fingers slowed to a stop. 

Tapping gingerly at a rough patch of nerves deep inside of you. You swallowed, reaching a hand back to ghost your fingers over his crotch. “You can put it in.” The offer sounded meek. But you needed to feel full. You wanted to satiate the burning in your stomach with Malleus pumping you full of his shaft. “Are you sure?” There was a tremble in his voice, and you gave him a vigorous nod. You wanted it. You needed it. There was the rustle of clothing as Malleus removed his digits. Your walls fluttered sadly from the lack of stimulation.  

Your body suddenly became weightless. You were manhandled by the Fae, your limbs becoming tangled in his much stronger ones as he picked you up and pinned you against the cool stone wall. Your back scraped against the rough surface. Your shirt was the only thing protecting your skin from being rubbed raw. You gasped softly as you looked between your parted thighs, reaching down in wide-eyed shock to slowly stroke the two cocks between your legs. “I can’t wait anymore.” Malleus growled. Your cunt flexed in excitement as your eyes met his.  

They bore into you, the green flames appeared as his cocks twitched in your palm. At the base were shiny black scales. Smooth and small, scattered around and trekking up to his belly button. His shafts were a deep greyish, almost purple color. The flared tips had a much brighter shade of violet and leaked with a clear fluid. Making the thick cocks slick and wet, waiting to penetrate you. With each stroke from your palm, you could feel the ridges circling his shaft. It made you drool as you pulled your hand away. Allowing Malleus to take one of his cocks and push it against your dripping entrance.  

As you felt the application of pressure, you wished silently that there was a magical way for him to fit both cocks inside of you. To have him entirely. Someday you would get the opportunity. You gasped as he pushed his hips. His cock began to stretch your cunt to fit around him. To mold it into the shape of his shaft. Your eyes began to roll up into your skull as Malleus pulled on your body, hugging you against his own. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders as he held onto the soft flesh of your ass and with a soft and wet ‘pat’ ; Malleus Draconia filled you.  

Your toes curled in your socks as your knees hooked over his elbows. He dragged you back and forth slowly, assisting you with stretching as you whined. The sounds babbled as the flared tip of his shaft nudged against the spongey patch inside of you. His second cock massaged your clit with each drag. Stimulating you in both places as a string of whines and moans were pulled from your throat. Your breasts pressed against his chest as he bounced you on his shaft. The slick sounds of his cock penetrating your sensitive cunt made you dizzy. Your head was spinning as he captured your lips in a kiss.  

His tongue rubbed against yours. He devoured your moans with each kiss as you were overwhelmed with pleasure. Feeling the ribs on his cock massaging and stimulating your convulsing walls. How the head pounded into your soft spot leaving you with visions of flashing stars. All you could do was take it. And you loved it. Malleus murmured something between the wet and sloppy kisses. You clung to him as his nails began to dig into your rear. You could feel his heavy cocks throbbing. “I need to-” He was silenced by your mouth meeting his.  

He was going to cum soon. “S’okay.” You mumbled as he fucked into you. His thrusts became rougher, erratic in rhythm as your body bounced with each jerk. You were cumming. You could feel the gush of slick coating his cock as you started to tremble. Your moans pitching up as you pulled away and pressed your face into the Fae’s shoulder. Your pussy spasmed around his shaft. Sweat coated your skin like a thin sheet as you felt your skin starting to prickle with goosebumps. His thrusts were overstimulating you as you whined and cried into his shoulder. With a sharp thrust, Malleus growled in your ear with a low, drawn out sound of pleasure. There was a blooming warmth deep inside of your pussy as he stayed buried inside. His cocks throbbed as one filled you with hot, thick semen. The other painted your stomach and soiled your top with the opalescent ropes. You panted softly, squeezing around him tiredly. He held your body upright against his body. Kissing gently at the side of your face. 

He asked if you were okay and you nodded slowly. Malleus was still hard. And you felt like you could handle another round. You had no idea how loud you were or if anyone noticed you out in the hall. But you didn’t have the energy to care. You were happy you got some of your feelings across to Malleus. Even if it was an unconventional method.

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You tied the yellow ribbon around the plastic bag. Pulling it tight with a smile as the thin sheet crinkled beneath it. You had worked hard to perfect a recipe for lemon cookies. You had gotten this strange vial of lemon extract from Sam’s shop after he told you it would assist with getting closer to someone you had your eye on.   

Deep down you knew it was just some placebo potion. Plain lemon extract in a fancy little bottle he needed to sell with a story. You didn’t mind. You needed it for your recipe. You made a small batch of fish shaped cookies for Grim without the lemon extract. “Come on Grim, we can’t be late for class.” You tucked the cookies into your school bag, praying to the Great Seven that they wouldn’t get crushed. You outstretched your hand, taking his paw as you waved goodbye to the ghosts.   

“Makin’ that tyrant a bunch of cookies... Are you tryna’ get on his good side?” Grim asked curiously as you frowned. Scrunching your mouth into a pout you glanced down at Grim. “It’s a girl thing, you wouldn’t get it.” You explained quietly. A heat began to bloom across your face as you passed the Hall of Mirrors with Grim. You made the cookies for Riddle because you liked him.   

Sure, he could be strict and at times he was harsh. But he wasn’t a bad person. You found his diligence to be endearing. His sweet tooth made him charming. And his intelligence gave him an allure you couldn’t turn away from. He would tutor you when your grades would slip, and you’ve been doing it on purpose to catch his gaze. His scolding was gentle, but firm. You always found yourself smiling, time flying away with him right beside you.  

Grim wouldn’t get it since he’s a guy. And a cat.   

You walked up the stone steps, your heart picking up speed as you ushered the monster past the heavy double doors to the school. The sea of black uniforms left your eyes darting around for the student you needed to see. You weren’t sure if now was a good time to give him the cookies. Maybe after school would be better? You were scheduled to have a tutoring session after classes ended. You thought that a warning might help him mentally prepare to go over his sugar intake. That is, if he even accepted your cookies.   

Anxiety began to surface as the idea of rejection smothered any previous confidence. Riddle wasn’t the easiest person to talk to. Even after time had passed with the two of you growing closer, going through holidays, hijinks, and even his tantrums he’s been working to get control over... He was still intimidating.   

If you had to choose between standing up to Malleus or confessing to Riddle... You would rather put your fists up and take the dragon head on. As you walked through the halls, you didn’t hear Grim calling out to you. Tugging his paws against the fabric of your tights in a frenzy for your attention until it was too late. Your head collided with someone else's. Your brain rattled within your skull, leaving you dizzy as the two of you fell in a heap. Grim cried out, pulling at your uniform skirt as he called your name over and over.   

You were conscious. Just disoriented. You felt your lips brushing against someone else's, and a set of hands on your shoulders as they groaned and sat you up with them. “Are you alright?” He asked as your eyes fluttered and soon focused on the face centimeters away from yours. You had crushed Riddle beneath you in the collision. You jerked back smiling awkwardly as a small crowd gathered around the two of you. “I’m sorry! I didn’t see you there!” You apologized quickly as his brows furrowed. “I am not that small...” He grumbled. Your heart sank into your stomach. That wasn’t at all what you meant.  

You apologized again, watching Riddle get to his feet with a hand held out to you. “Please be more careful from now on.” He sighed, his shoulders sagging as you nodded in silence. Your gaze lowered to the tips of your shoes. This was not how you wanted to start off Valentine’s Day.   

The crowd dispersed, and Riddle vanished among the many bodies that filled the halls. You swallowed down your embarrassment as Grim looked up at you with folded ears. “I tried to tell you-” 
“Not now Grim...” You muttered, taking his small grey paw and walking to class. Maybe you could give Riddle the cookies after school with another apology. That way you had enough time to recover from the shame you felt.  

-♡-  

After classes had ended, you rushed back to Ramshackle to change into something more comfortable. A cute, pleated skirt, a sweater that fell off your shoulders, socks that went up your calves with ribbons on the outer sides, and of course a pair of plain sneakers. With your mini backpack in hand, you tucked away your cookies. Sighing gratefully that they didn’t get crushed this morning. And you asked the Great Seven once more for the treats to have a safe journey to Heartslabyul.  

“Huh? Why do we have to watch him?” Ace asked with a scowl as he and Deuce lingered in the doorway of their shared dorm. “Because I’m asking you very nicely?” You shrugged and motioned towards Grim. “It’s only for a few hours.” You smiled hopefully as Ace looked you up and down. “Uh, yeah, well, if you throw in doing my history homework for me-” Deuce’s fist shot out towards Ace. Causing the ginger to grunt in pain and fall silent. Ace was now hunching over. His other hand had grabbed onto Deuce’s shirt tightly. “We can watch Grim while you and Riddle study. We don’t mind.” You wanted to laugh, but you knew it would stir things up even more. “I’ll be back in an hour or two.” You nudged Grim into the room and gave a small wave to the pair.   

Since they were younger than you, they usually did whatever you asked of them. Especially Deuce. The checkered tile echoed underneath your feet. You looked at the floating paintings and cups. Passing through the oddly shaped doors and going down and then up the winding stairs until you made it out to a hidden garden. This place was where you and Riddle studied together. A secret spot within the dorm that he found.   

In the past he told you that he would come here to practice magic. He would take out his anger on the rose bushes, ripping them out of the ground and leaving it a wreck. And when he would come back again; it was like he was never there at all. There was a small table for two. Tea and small cookies and cakes for you to share. The sun was always shining; the cuckoo birds would fly out of their clocks to sing when every hour passed. Sometimes when you and Riddle would laugh softly over something, or when your fingers would brush... You could hear some of the flower's gossiping. Saying how cute you were and how Riddle seemed to be in a much better mood than usual.   

Of course, you both pretended not to hear, and went on with going through your homework.   

Riddle was in the hidden garden. He had poured himself some tea, and he already laid out a plate and saucer for you. “You were almost late.” He commented coldly. But you were used to it. He lifted his head, his eyes like steel as he pierced through you. You exhaled a nervous breath as you closed the secret wooden door with a soft ‘click’.   

The door stood among the grass with nothing in front of it or behind it. At first the illusion gave you a headache. But this was Heartslabyul. The strangest things always made the most sense. “I had to take care of Grim, that’s all.” You turned up your nose, noticing how his stern expression softened. “Whatever the reason, just take care to be on time.” He motioned for you to sit in the chair across from him. It was made of iron, with a soft white cushion protecting your rear from the cool metal. You removed your backpack, sitting carefully on the plush cushion.   

The ground suddenly shifted beneath you. And like a rolling tide, you were moved closer to the table. A comfortable distance between your waist and the wooden edge. Your face was becoming warm. You watched as Riddle quirked an eyebrow, noticing your lack of books and stationery. “Is that little backpack of yours enchanted? This is a tutoring session is it not?” He asked as you unzipped it slowly. “It’s a normal bag! More like a purse...” You felt your words starting to fail as Riddle crossed his arms over his chest.   

“I wanted to apologize again.” You started, reaching into your bag. “I was thinking really hard about something, and I didn’t see you- Not because you’re short! I just... Wasn’t looking at anything.” The apology was even more awkward than you thought it would be. Riddle uncrossed his arms, reaching for his teacup again as your fingers brushed over the bag of cookies. “Apology accepted. I’m sorry as well,” You felt the tip of his shoe nudging against yours. “I... Was also lost in thought.” He cleared his throat. “But enough of that. Where are your books?” He asked as he lifted the cup to his lips.   

Instead of a textbook, you pulled out the bag of cookies. “I have something for you first. And also... I’m going to skip out on tutoring today. So, forgive me?” Your cookies had once again survived their trip. They were shaped like hearts with sprinkles of sugar on top. The rich yellow color was a stark contrast to the wood of the table. “I’m not the most amazing baker like Trey, but I made these for you. I don’t know if you have Valentine’s Day or anything? But I wanted to celebrate with you.” You held them out to him in your palms. Your expression was hopeful, and your chest began to tighten.  

Yoru heartbeat began pounding in your ears. Even if you didn’t directly say you were interested in becoming more than Riddle’s friend. It still meant a lot to you if he would or wouldn’t accept the cookies. “We do celebrate Valentine’s Day in my culture,” Riddle paused and lowered his teacup. The soft clink of porcelain sounded heavier than you had wished. “but I was not allowed to take part. My mother did not approve of excess sugars for my diet.” He sighed longingly with a light flutter of his lashes.   

His frown was soon replaced with a smile. “But she isn’t here, now, is she?” The mischievous tone caused your heart to flutter with affection. She was not here. He accepted the bag in his gloved hands, pulling away the ribbon. “I do appreciate it. But that doesn’t mean you can just ‘skip out’ on our tutoring. Your grades are suffering, aren’t they?” He reminded you as you winced.   

They were suffering because you made mistakes on purpose. You wanted to admit to Riddle that you were doing it for the sake of his attention. But that would just spoil the moment. You could tell him the truth another day. He took one of the heart shaped cookies from the small bag. He looked it over as his pale cheeks bloomed with a rosy color. He took his empty plate and moved it to the center of the table. Laying out the cookies for the both of you now as you placed your mini backpack on the ground and poured yourself some tea.  

“Let’s keep this a secret. Just between us. Since today is such a special holiday?” Riddle’s voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper, and you grabbed a cookie as well. In unison, you nudged the treats together as a form of cheers. And you each took a bite with gleeful expressions. The lemon wasn’t as overpowering as you expected. They were pleasingly soft and not too crunchy. You did wish for the lemon to have a stronger impact. “I suppose we can use this as a rest day. And if we have time, we’ll go over some of the basics.” It was a fitting compromise for both you and Riddle.   

The conversation turned away from schoolwork and instead turned into sharing stories. You told Riddle about how Grim tried to cook on his own a few days ago, almost leaving Ramshackle a heap of ash if not for the ghosts coming in to help you put out the flames. Riddle told you about how Ace got his head stuck in one of the tiny doors trying to catch a pair of floating glasses. You talked about what your life was like before you arrived in Twisted Wonderland, and how sometimes... Only sometimes you wanted to go back...  

“And if you never had the chance?” Riddle asked, finishing the final cookie as he looked at you. His eyes searching your face as you flipped between emotions. “Well... I’m not really missing much back there. I made so many friends here in Twisted Wonderland... I can’t do magic but thankfully there’s tons of people who can’t. And Crowley said if all else fails... I can stay on the grounds a little longer as we work things out.” ‘Work things out’ meant he was going to make you some identification since you didn’t have any. “Kalim said I could always stay with him-” 
“That is a terrible idea.” Riddle scowled, resting a hand against his chest. “I am obviously the safest choice. Beyond this island the language barrier would make life even more difficult for you. No offense to my fellow Housewarden; but he isn’t exactly someone you can rely on out there.” Financially, you would be set for life with Kailm. But Riddle had a point. You wouldn’t be very self-sufficient in his care. Not to mention Jamil might smother you in your sleep if you make his life even harder than it needs to be. 

You lowered your gaze, feeling your heartbeat picking up speed and your face was becoming warm. It must be the caffeine in the tea. “So you want to live together?” You asked jokingly as Riddle flinched. “W-Well! I... I wouldn’t be opposed to it!” He stammered; you could see his face becoming redder. But it was obvious he wasn’t angry. You blinked slowly; your ankles now crossed beneath the table.   

“Are you okay?” 
“Of course I am! I could ask you the same thing since you’re sweating!” He pointed at you accusingly. He exhaled a sigh as you sat back in your chair, wiping a hand against your forehead. Riddle was right about you sweating. The clear droplets stained the back of your hand as you looked with creased brows. You did feel warmer now. A heat pooling in your stomach as you uncrossed your ankles and instead crossed one leg over the other. The garden itself was cool with a light breeze combing over your prickling skin.  

Something was wrong. It couldn’t be the tea, could it? You remembered that the lemon extract you purchased was supposed to get you closer to the person you fed it to. You didn’t think it would make you feel like this. The heat in your stomach began to move lower. Leaving your delicate petals to twitch insistently against the cotton fabric of your panties. You pressed your legs tighter together, watching as Riddle sat back in his chair.  

His eyebrow twitched in irritation as he looked at the plate, then you, then his porcelain cup. “What did you put in those cookies?” Riddle hissed as he clenched his gloved hands into tight fists before relaxing them. “Was it magic? Is this part of your ‘apology’ scheme? Did Ace put you up to this? No... Was it Floyd?” His expression hardened as your heart sank. Your bottom lip was caught between your teeth now as you shook your head.  

“N-No! I bought it all from Sam’s! I didn’t think anything would happen-” 
“You don’t think at all do you?” The response was sharp. Causing you to jolt in your seat. Of course he was mad. If the crotch of your panties were becoming wet, clinging to the flesh of your cunt, you couldn’t imagine what was happening to Riddle. The air was thick with tension as he pressed his palms against the table’s surface and stood.  

Riddle exhaled through his nose as you stood next, nearly tripping over your bag as you raised your hands in defense. Your head felt fogged from invasive lust. Your body was coated in a sheet of sweat as you awaited what the Housewarden of Heartslabyul had in store for you.  

A punishment for a mistake you made. One that was avoidable. But this was also a plus for you. A secret dirty fantasy of having Riddle all to yourself like this. Buried deep inside with an explosive pleasure that left your eyes rolling up into your skull. “Riddle-” You began, feeling him grab onto your waist, his lips pressing against yours insistently. The kiss was rough; your teeth clicked painfully against his as you sheepishly parted your lips and kissed back.  

You were happy it was Riddle. One of his hands gripped the flesh of your thigh. The patent leather of his glove sent an electric current shooting up your spine. “Look at how small this flimsy piece of fabric is. Are you doing this for attention?” He growled against your mouth, kissing you again as his hand slipped beneath your pleated skirt to press his fingers against your clothed cunt. Rubbing firmly at your clit as you whined into his mouth. His tongue rubbing and pushing against yours as your butt began to dig into the table.  

“How filthy... Poisoning me and then seducing me. How shameless are you?” He snapped as he yanked roughly at your panties. You could hear the elastic ripping and stretching, becoming loose as he pulled them off of you. Your pussy was exposed to the cool air of the garden as you mumbled another apology. Your face burning as Riddle kissed along your face. Discarding your panties to the grass below as hsi gloved fingers rubbed against your puffy folds and slick entrance. The clear nectar left his gloves shining as he slipped a finger inside of you, then a second. Curling and pumping against your walls, searching for that rumored rough patch inside of you. You were panting now. His lips kissed along your jawline before settling on your throat.  

“How could you ever dream of living with another man when you have me..?” He muttered against your flesh. Pumping his fingers fast and rough as he sucked at the skin of your throat. He was still thinking about what you said. Living with Kalim wasn’t something you gave much thought to. You couldn’t imagine it being something that would rile up Riddle. “I forbid it.” He bit down, his teeth making your spine curve as he pressed his weight against you.  

You were laying against the wood of the table. Riddle was on top of you now, his hair falling out of place, the cape of his uniform hid your bodies from the view of the cuckoo birds and the gossiping flowers. Your hands grabbed onto him. Your toes curled in your shoes as you felt a violent orgasm approaching. Bringing you to the edge until his fingers suddenly pulled away. Your hole fluttered from the lack of attention. A whine left your lips as Riddle fumbled with his belt, his pants coming undone as he pushed your skirt up your waist. Your legs were left parted, your pussy exposed to his starving gaze.  

You had no words.  

A string of drool made its way down your chin as Riddle lined up his cock with your entrance. The flushed tip was rubbed between your folds, easing itself inside of you with each slow roll of his hips. “Is this what you wanted? Hm? You wanted to excite me so you would get out of having to study?” The question was more like motivation for you. No part of you expected to be laid across the table and split open. But you weren’t against it at all. Maybe it was the cookies. Maybe this was your desire surfacing. It could be both. “Answer me.” Riddle commanded, grabbing your forearms tightly and pulling on your body. Just as his hips snapped against yours.  

Your calves cramped as a strangled sound passed your lips. Your pussy gushed and fluttered around his cock. Your vision went white as you pressed your head against the cool surface of the wooden table. Almost smacking your skull into one of the bone china plates. Riddle remained still. His cock pulsing inside of you as he clicked his tongue in irritation. “Nothing to say for yourself? Fine.” The Housewarden pulled his hips back, before slamming into you again, he did this once, twice, three more times before setting a steady and rough pace.  

The tip of his cock bullied that patch of nerves inside of you. Making you whine and sob as your slick fluids assisted him in moving in and out of you with ease. The loud sounds of skin meeting skin left you flustered. Your lips parting as you whined and screamed. Your arms being tugged on as your nipples rubbed against the cups of your bra. You could do this forever. “Riddle- Oh- I'm sorry!” You apologized again. A smile wandering onto your face as his thrusts became shorter. Each drag made your fingers and toes clench tight. His balls patted the flesh of your ass as he grunted and growled above you. “You... You aren’t taking this seriously.” Riddle sounded irritated even now.  

His face was completely red. Sweat was rolling down his temple as he let go of your arms. Bracing a hand on the table, the other cradled your head as he kissed you. Fucking you against the surface as he pulsed and throbbed. You wrapped your arms around his neck. Your hands gripped at his clothes, they pulled on his wine colored hair. You needed him. He needed you. “Fuck- Oh goodness-” He stammered against your mouth. “Cumming-” He gasped as his thrusts became sloppy and erratic. Your parted thighs tried to lock around him, all you could find the strength to do was hook a leg over his thigh. “Please?” You mumbled against his lips as his thrusts stuttered, and with a final push he stopped.  

You held onto him tightly, feeling him almost scream into your mouth as you gushed around his cock. Leaving a syrupy mess of clear slick, mixing with thick, opalescent sperm. The feeling of him filling you left you twitching and falling weak. He pulsed, throbbed, and poured every ounce he could inside of you. You felt like stones were tied to your limbs as you grew weak. Laying against the table beneath Riddle as he rested on top of you. The wind blew softly, caressing your skin where it could reach. Riddle gently massaged your scalp with his fingers, staying buried inside of you as he panted, pulling away from your mouth with tears rolling down his cheeks as he buried his face into your shoulder.  

You stayed like that in a comfortable silence. Listening to the cuckoo birds and gossiping flowers as cum spilled down your thighs and dribbled onto the grass below. A few droplets clung to the tip of Riddle’s heels. But neither of you seemed to mind.