#mentions of Jasim and Allen RSA OC's

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Potions Mishap (Neige)

MDNI, 18+ONLY

FEM READER

NSFW SMUT

Word count: 3.1k

Summary: A mishap during potions class had Neige in a rather heated mood. Time to help your poor suffering boyfriend..

It was going to be a long night.

Breathing slowly to calm himself, the effects of the potion sending a wave of heat over him making everything feel stifling. Neige groans, panting soft needy gasps as he grinds into the covers of his bed.

Prince Rielle's act of showing off his prowess of antidotes had backfired greatly. His anti-love potion didn't reverse the effects, but rather enhanced all senses of arousement than reducing anything. It was just a miscalculation! Rielle didn’t mean too despite Jasim’s reprimands, but Neige had taken the brunt of the potions smoke, inhaling it.

 Niege lets out a grunt as he presses his hips into the pillow, letting himself rut into it. It felt good, it's not enough…not enough to ease the desire, that makes him want to bury into something hot and snug. 

To drive him wild with pleasure.

It was so embarrassing! He was lucky the class cleared out before anyone saw him. He was more thankful his dear friends that had potions with him were taken away before they could see him in that state. Thank Merlin!

Professor Ambrose had urgently taken him through the hidden corridors and back to his room, with a dove sent to Night Raven College with a request. What the potion Rielle had made, could not be undone so easily as he feared, rather he needs to let it out….naturally.

Something that aroused him and made him tremble just a bit with shame. He hopes you don’t mind, it was something you both have done more together, past mutual touches and heated kisses. Your hands undoing his belt….he catches the bottom lip between his teeth, feeling a shudder. He had to keep himself from falling into the desires, his body uncomfortably hot in his clothes, he tossed his sweater off and continued to pitifully hump into the pillow.

Neige rolled over onto his side, pressing his nose into the soft fabric of his true love's sweater. The potion had made everything so much stronger- his clothes were dragging against him making his most sensitive parts of him bud, the air nipping at his heating skin, but it was his nose that became the poison to his body. His lover's sweater, left behind in one of their secret meetups, was his weakness, the tempting apple that fed into this maddening desire. He inhales deeply, feeling the ache below become more demanding for attention.

‘Just a touch! Stroke, oh my love your mouth how I need it!, ’Neige ruts into the pillow, gasping louder. The soft fabric drags across his red cheeks, as he breathes into it.

You, your natural scent, drives him to madness.

Neige mummers your name, the yearning in his voice so wanton and heavy with lust. The image of you, his love, his one true love, touching him, kissing his pale skin comes to mind and Neige caves to his desires. To hear your voice whine his name, oh what a wish come true! His hand grazed over his side, shameful in its journey to the throbbing member that became harder to ignore. He bites his lower lip, whimpering into your sweater, rocking into his palm, his cock hard and the beads of precum beginning to soak through. It slides easy, making Neige go mad with his stroke, pumping it thinking of you.

He hopes you arrive swiftly.

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“Now down there straight ahead should be Mr. LeBlanche room,” Headmaster Ambrose pointed down a long corridor, with an urgent finger. He isn’t quite making eye contact with you, keeping his already shaky hands busy, fixing his drooping blue hat and the other shoving a small basket into your hands. You peek under the cloth, seeing peach colored bottles of potions marked clearly in cursive loops, seeing your puzzled look Ambrose coughs," The nurse has set this for you. Um, thank you for coming so swiftly to Mr. LeBlanche’s aide.”

Really weird to be thanked to come fuck your boyfriend, but you digress.

Ambrose clears his throat to get your attention", Please come find us when ... .you're both in condition too.”

“Yes sir,” You said with a two finger salute as you awkwardly turned away from RSA’s headmaster. As you leave, you hear a shimmery poof behind you. Oh thank God, you were hoping he left faster.

You jog quickly to his door, an isolated room in a tower where the most important of students were living. People like royalty– which you are never going to get over being in the same school with some—, rich families and of course celebrities. Neige told you about it before but you never got to see it, till now. His door is a heavy wooden carved door with two large ring handles. Feeling your heartbeat hard against your ribs, taking a deep breath preparing yourself. Brushing your hair in the reflection of the silver ring’s reflection, fixing it from the rush of Crowley pushing you through the mirrors. Smoothing down your own NRC uniform, and a quick breath check, you were ready. The ring is heavy on the wood, but you don’t hear anything, so you call out,”Neige? Neige it’s me! I’m here too, well…”

Your cheeks feel hot,”Neige!”

You wait but don’t hear his voice, but you did hear something. Pressing into the door, you strain your ear, and focus. It's soft, in loud heavy breaths, pressing on you can’t help it— you know this noise. You helped him make such noises before.

A low deep groan, loud enough even you can hear it from outside without strain.

“My love! My beautiful princess—,” Neige calls out your name desperately to enter.

As if it was a magic word, the doors creak and you’re engulfed in a cloud of glitter dust. A heavy thud is heard behind you, the smoke clears and your vision comes. 

And your voice dies in your throat.

‘Holy shit, holy fuck!’ Your eyes are stuck on the sight before you.

Neige who’s iconic sweater is missing, now replaced with one you had left before, the fabric being pushed into his nose as his other hand jerks his swollen veiny cock.

That girthy pink cock, looking so flushed between his pale fingers milking it—

Thick white stripes of cum are splattered on his stomach, his pants gone and his boxers shoved to his knees. His eyes half lidded, a slip of drool down his cheek as his hips chase his fist. You’re too stuck on tracing the way the thick drops of cum fall from his dick with each stroke of his hand, the bottom of his soft pink lips caught between his teeth as his hips….His hips stutter and sutter loud cry breaks free and—

"Oh fuck!" You both cry out as cum gushes out. You swallow, watching the white drops hit the sheets. The white fluid streamed down his length and over his balls. The wicker basket strains in your grip.

Neige gulps down air, his cock softening in his hand, his chest heaving. He turns to her his eyes teary. “My love!”

And watch that dick come back to life.

You didn’t even wait, you chugged that potion immediately

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It tasted sweet, like guava. 

You sat behind him, your sweet boyfriend leaning against you whimpering as even the slightest brush of air made his cock twitch– the poor thing so flushed pink looking ready to burst. Shakily, you reached for the glistening cock, your pussy throbbing in arousal as you grazed it. Neige groans, thrusting immediately at the touch. Neige cries out your name, as you grope his cock, pumping it slowly with soft squeezes. Neige rests his hand on yours, guiding you to pump him faster as he pistons into your fist.

"Suck me!" He gasps, throwing his head back, eyes wide as the dirtiest wishes leave his mouth," please suck me off! I want your lips on my cock so badly! I’ve cum to the thought of your pretty mouth sucking me off!”

You keep pumping, squeezing your thighs for relief as a wetness pooled in your panties. Neige’s confession was making you so excited, you could feel yourself getting wet. Especially the way he groans, his hot cheek pressing into yours as he leaves sloppy kisses on your face.

“Tell me more.” You kiss him, swallowing his needy pants, as he clumsily kisses you.

And Neige obeys.

"I love it when you pull my hair, Merlin. The nights I spent thinking about you! Thinking of your cries of my name. It's dirty. It's dirty but I want you so badly ," he pants, cheeks so hot— beads of sweat drop. You kiss his neck, thumb tracing the slit of his cock’s head. Neige whimpers," Ahhh oh princess, mark me. Please mark me!"

You had to hide a large grin into his hair, with Neige’s career he wouldn't be able to have any love bites or hickies. While you could of course have yours painted with hickies, Niege would always trace them with a pout. But now….

You take full advantage, kissing and licking his neck, over his pulse and sucking at the pale flesh. His skin is flushed pink, as you leave a trail of bites, as Neige moans louder, whimpering his thanks.

As you fully marked his neck, Neige steadily worked his way to undressing you. Turning around to face you, he tosses your clothes aside next to his own discarded clothes. His hands caressing your skin, with a reverent touch. He left your panties on but not your bra. That he took great pleasure ripping off, as he kneaded your breasts, your buds rolled and tugged between the knuckles of his fingers. Moaning, you trail your nails down his back, making Neige whimper as he kisses your collarbone. 

 With each discard of any restraint, you grab his ass and squeeze it, grinding your hips over his bobbing cock, making Neige let out a loud, unashamed whine of your name. He can’t take it anymore!

Neige had you pinned down on his bed and spread open for him. One second you had your skirt the next it was gone. Your heart thumped so hard in your chest, loud drums, as Neige pressed his face into your core, stealing a gasp from you. He didn't notice. He was too busy rubbing his nose into your crotch, eyes shut as he kissed your clothed cunt making your cheeks heat up how tenderly he's treating you. His finger tug at the seam, tracing your lips. His cock was still hard even after so many times he came into your hand.

You smell wonderful.

With the speed of a man possessed, he ripped off your panties, and his greedy tongue split you open as you shut your legs around his head.”Neige!” you squeaked his name.

Neige groans, pulling away just enough to kiss your inner thigh as he makes his way down to you. You came to him, you came to save him from this heat, he should be more loving before he breaks you.

“My princess, forgive me!” Neige said between licks, you taste so divine on his tongue, he could eat you for days if he could,” I waited so long for just a taste of you, I was going mad without you!”

The urgency in his voice made tingles go down you back, you let out another whimper when Niege licked the long stripe from your core up to your clit flickering it with the tip of his tongue. His mouth so replaced it, sucking the sensitive bead. Your hands gripped his hair, as you arched into his mouth, words that were words, you don’t know them. All you knew was the tongue exploring your soaked pussy.

Neige groans as his hair is tugged, his hips grind against the mattress. 

 “Do that again,” Neige commanded, his voice more husky with the tone of authority that made you aroused. Neige looked up at you, the long lashes of his eyes painting him like an angel,” I’m not going to break, my princess, so be rough as you want.”’ 

His fingers dipped in your wet cunt, rubbing up your walls, as his thumb rubbed your clit. Your hands pulled his hair harder, as you mindlessly thrust your hips into his fingers. Neige watches his eyes focused on the way you arch, letting his fingers go deeper, the slackness of your mouth as a groan leaves.

Your juices coat his hand, and the throbbing of his cock is maddening. Don't you know what you do to him? Everything about you, he adores, from the way you breathe when you sleep to the way you twist your mouth at things, the little sway you do when no one is around. The tick in your eye from anger, the way you search for something Neige doesn't understand but he wants too.

Everything….everything…oh how he loves loves loves you so much that it hurts.

His fingers curl pressing into that spongy spot, that makes you gasp and rock— feeling his fingers soak he pulls them away with a string connecting them. So warm, so hot and it smells sweet to him.

His tongue peeks out tasting it, suckling his fingers clean.

Neige pulled away from you, leaving you gasping as your body twitched in the aftershocks of your orgasm. Even with the sinful image of you naked below, your cunt wet because of him, Neige still wasn’t finished. The idol rips off the rest of his clothes that overheated him, and pulls you up by your hips to pull you closer to him. This snapped you out of the high, you looked at him,”Neige, babe?”

“Not done yet,” he murmured, he was not sated just yet, he caressed the dip of your hip,” please please let me finish with you.”

A soft plea, his hands laced together with yours. It was far more sweeter, and chaste unlike what you two had just done.

“Then finish…finish...in me,” you tell him breathless, already trying to push his cock in, impatient you rubbed your wet fold against his head,” hurry and cum in me already!”

“As you wish, my princess,” his voice thick with lust, his eyes warm brown dazed. He breathes in slowly, a low groan leaves him shakily, as the head of his cock pushes into your cunt. You gasp, feeling the fullness in you, stretching your walls. It felt so good. So good oh God. 

Neige’s body shaking, his hand still laced with your’s as you two breathe squirming at the sensations of being squeezed and full. It’s so hard, Neige swallows heavily, its so hard to not immediately fuck you into the sheets. The way your walls wrap so tightly around his cock, wet and hot as he can’t help but whimper as his hips desperately try to push in. The potion might have made him a….Neige’s cheeks burn a dark red,...a bit of a whore as Allen would say. However, Neige will make sure you’re still comfortable, his fingers squeeze your’s. His thumb rubbing over your hand.

A hand rests on the smallness of his back, snapping him out of his thoughts, eyes wide he looks down at you as you begin pushing against him. “W-Well? Don’t get shy on me already,” You tell him grinning,” I’m all yours.”

Neige heart lurches,”Mine?”

“Yours.”

“Yours,” Neige repeated, as he began to move against you, sending a rush of heat over the both of you. You groan, reaching up to him so he could be closer to you, hooking your arms around his neck, you kiss his neck as his thrusts begin to pick up. You’re so wet, so hot and easy to slip into is all Neige can think about as his thrusts become more harsher, more faster as your cries begin to fill the room.

Neige was so enraptured by the pulsing of your pussy, drool slipping down his mouth as you sucked him in more and more. His body pushes into you, hitting deeper and deeper as fluids leak out between you, Neige doesn’t want to stop. If he did he would die without this. He needs it so badly, he needs you so badly, any gentleness that he had left him as his balls begin smacking against your soaked fold. Your sweet Neige pounding you into the bed, as you kiss his jaw, pulling his hair to make him groan.  Your body felt like it was on fire, edging to the end as the head of his veiny cock touched and pushed on the nerves that made you scream.

“NEIGE, OH FUCK—-YES!,” You cry, gripping onto his waist with your legs, pushing your feet under his ass, as Neige folded you in half going right at it like an animal,”Yes! Neige right there! RIGHT THERE!”

The force of the thrusts made his bed creak and the canopy frame shake.

 Neige doesn’t even respond, the ebony haired beauty lost in the sensations of getting his dick soaked in your wet gushing cunt, as your body jolts and squirm, loud ragged breaths coming from you as your cunt squeezes his cock. Neige keeps going chasing the heat building up in his core, feeling the hot fluids soak him makes him go faster, sloppier thrusting as he frantically chases it,” My love! Oh…Oh! Oh I love you so much!”

Feeling the snapping release of his peak, Neige lets out a loud shout of your name, as you feel a hot gush of cum shoot into you. It wasn’t even a small amount either from all the jacking off from earlier, with so much being released you can feel him being pushed out from it. Panting, you mumble trying to keep your head grounded as the afterglow crashes over you. Neige buries into you, his face in your neck as he kisses it weakly, he spoke his voice hoarse,”I-I ….thank you. Thank you my love.”

“Don’t thank me,” You tell him, kissing his sweaty hair,”I came as fast as I could.”

Neige giggles,”’Like a prince in a fairy tale.”

“Exactly,” you laugh, hugging him close. Sighing, you smile thinking finally, Neige has passed the potions effects, though you had to admit you kinda hoped it would last longer. Neige skin is still warm to the touch, and the cum is still stuffed in you, even if you were worried, the potion should be in effect. Shame, you still had more in there, but it’s not as if—-

Neige lets out a needy groan into you neck, a loud whimper as his hips begin to push into your aching cunt. Your eyes snap open in shock.

“Are you hard again?” You squeak.

“Yes,” he whines, he kisses you cheek,”my love…..I need you again.”

Breathing in, you reach for the basket on the dresser.

“Pass me the potion Neige.”