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𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕿𝖍𝖎𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝕹𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝕳𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖓

- NIGHT 2, STUCKAGE, FIRST YEARS

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

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

wc: 1.8k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You’re stuck.

——

Of course you’re stuck.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Young Master wouldn’t approve of this.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Well. Friends make everything better, right?