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sweaterweatherever · 1 year

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If you are taking request, could you write an enemies to lovers with ajax? Like, expand on what you wrote in his post?

Do me a favour (Ajax Petropolus x Reader)

Pairing: Ajax Petropolus x Fem reader

Warnings: SMUT, sub Ajax, making out, mentions of getting high, thigh riding. Reader is judgy and bitchy. I wanted to hit her halfway. Reader is a vampire, but it’s mentioned like two times. Kind of an enemies to lovers, except Ajax refuses to get into it. And yes, I stand by thinking this boy has got to have somewhat initiative because did you see the date he got to the Rave’n? AGED UP CHARACTERS.

A/N: I really wanted to subvert the trope of enemies to lovers when it comes to smut. We usually get angry sex and the character domming the reader hard, and it’s cool, I like it, but I thought combining these two requests could be nice. Man, drunk me is wordy.

Requested: Yes, expansion in headcanons and Subby Ajax. I tried my best with the second.

“Oh, my god! Ajax is like! So cute, you guys! He is so tall and dreamy, and the way he puts his arms around me…!” Enid blabbered. You gave Wednesday a look, rolling your eyes. Wednesday glowered, which, considering she had like three facial expressions (Murderous rage, homicidal maniac and neutral serial killer, as you had affectionately named them) was just about an agreement.

“I don’t get what you see in him.” You said, laying back on her bed and doing some pretty hard gymnastics to keep painting your nails without messing up the covers. “He is just so…” It was not your intention to offend your friend by saying the guy she was dating was lame, but that was what came to mind.

Ajax was pretty normal, the only thing he had going on was the fact he was a stoner and tall. You didn’t approve of the first, and there were plenty of guys with the second on Nevermore. The bar was too low, really. He had a bland personality and wasn’t a great student either. It wasn’t like there was anything to dislike because he was the most boring boy on earth. Ugh, it was always the prettiest girls like Enid with the most dull boys.

“Me either. He’s just so…” Wednesday said, clearly trying to find a word that described her feelings. Then, with a shudder of disgust, she said the word. “Normal.”

You couldn’t agree more, but didn’t say anything, so Enid didn’t get upset. Besides, your dislike of Ajax was totally baseless because he treated Enid like a goddess. You kept quiet. Until Wednesday came to get you in the middle of the night because Ajax and her had broken up.

“She is… Emotional.” Wednesday explained to you. Her facial expression was definitely bordering dangerous levels of murderous rage. “I don’t know how to help, I already offered to bring her his head on a platter, the old Perseus style.”

“That's racist.” You said to her, frowning. “I’m in.”

“Go see her, please.” And so, that meant you made your way to the dorm, with a cup of hot chocolate in hand, Wednesday fretting uncomfortably around you. You held Enid until she fell asleep, her body wrecking with sobs.

“We are killing this asshole.” You muttered to her, adjusting your sunglasses as you exited the room.

“I’ll get the sword, you go for the mirror.” And that’s how it got started. Every time you found yourself near Ajax, you sniffled in disgust. Wednesday glowered in a menacing fashion, both of you shielding Enid from him. You couldn’t help it. Your reaction was visceral. When you saw the face Enid made when she looked at him, eyes lowering to her shoes, something tugged in your stomach. This mediocre guy had crushed your friend’s heart, and Enid was too kind to say anything to him, even going so far as telling you to stop glowering at him.

The breakup took a toll on her. Before, she was practically glowing, but now even her bright-colored clothes and makeup seemed to lose their shimmer. The first weeks were hard, but after a month she seemed to be over it. You remembered, though. Your opinion of Ajax had hit a new low, and so, you avoided him like the plague. It wasn’t really notorious because you weren’t his biggest fan before.

Two whole months after the fact, you sat down to lunch with the girls and your smile froze on your face. In the table in front of yours, Ajax was sitting down with Xavier, eyes glued to Enid’s back. You could only tell because you were sitting in front of her. Maybe it was a fluke? You waited a bit, but he wasn’t stopping. He even made eye contact with you, giving a tiny smile. The nerve of this guy!

“Oh my god, the guy can’t stop staring.” You whispered to Wednesday, when Enid was distracted with her phone. “Maybe he wants to get back with her?”

“We’ll nip that in the bud.” She turned to face him and gave him her most homicidal grin. Ajax quickly averted his gaze, looking properly cowered.

“Wednesday! Y/N!” Enid snapped her fingers playfully. “What are you two looking at?”

“Nothing.” You quickly said, but it was too late, she was already turning around.

“You guys have to stop with the whole hating Ajax thing. We have been texting and decided we want to be friends!” Enid chastised, clapping happily. Wednesday blinked. You knew her well enough to know that when Enid talked, she listened. And so, having lost your biggest ally, you had to let it go.

“Fine.” You grumbled. “As long as I don’t have to talk to him that much…” Oh, Ajax might have won this battle, but you would win the war. You lifted your head, catching him staring once again. You waited until he met your eyes, just so you could give him a smile and a cheeky wave, popping your fangs a little and almost making him spit out the water he was drinking.

You had to give it to him, the little shit was always one step ahead of you. That’s what you realized when you got called into the principal’s office just so they could tell you got a new job. Apparently you were to tutor Ajax in Botanic, a class in which you were surpassed both by Bianca and Wednesday in terms of skill. The excuse had been that Wednesday didn’t have the people skills necessary and Bianca refused, citing schedule conflicts. Besides, Ajax had asked Bianca before, and when she said no, he prompted your name to the principal.

You walked straight to him when you got out of the meeting, face so hot from your fit of temper, you could feel smoke coming out of your ears. You had tried saying no, but the principal wasn’t having it. They had explained one tutor had already refused, and you didn’t have schedule conflicts like her. You weren’t getting out of it.

“What game do you think you are playing?” You asked him, and he had the nerve to look confused. Xavier gave you a weird look. You ignored him too, eyes attached to Ajax. “You asked the principal for me to tutor you. Why?”

“Umm… because I suck at Botanic and you don’t?” Ajax peered at you, a small smile on his lips. Xavier snickered. You paid him no mind.

“Fine.” You eyed him, distrust clear in your face. "Meet me tomorrow in the library. We’ll go over the material for this week. Three o’clock.” You walked away, looking over your shoulder as you did so. Might be showing weakness, but you trusted him only as far as you could throw him.

“That went over well.” Xavier whistled, looking at your retreating form.

“Oh, I will win her over, you just watch.” Ajax punched him in the arm. “Maybe then she will smile at me.”

“Keep dreaming, Ajax. Girl has it out for you since you and Enid…” Xavier started saying, quickly trailing off when Ajax got a dopey look in his eyes.

“Yeah, but that only shows she is loyal. I like it.” Ajax defended you.

“You are delusional.”

The next day found you sitting in the library with some diagrams you had printed and a copy of your notes, ordered by date. You had two different practice tests because you were the kind of person who went all out. You took your education very seriously.

Ajax was right on time, looking for you in the different tables until you waved him over. He was holding two coffee cups, looking a little awkward out of uniform. He was in a hoodie and a nice pair of jeans. Not like you were paying attention or anything.

“Here. I got you a latte.” He said, sliding it over to you. You kept your expression closed off, not wanting to betray your real thoughts.

“Thank you. It was nice of you.” You deadpanned.

“Oh, tough crowd, aren’t you?” Ajax didn’t seem deterred in the very least. You grabbed the latte, eyes going wide when you sipped it and realized it was just the way you usually took it.

“Oh, so you are a talker. I don’t like it.” You slid a pen and one of the tests towards him. You were taking your questions to the grave. “Solve this, just to know where we are.”

He kept quiet, slowly filling out the test. Ajax’s brows were furrowed in concentration, lips pursed, a hint of teeth appearing sometimes when he bit his pencil. Without anything else to do, you kept watch of him. You noted with interest the way he didn’t seem to hesitate on filling up the diagrams, easily identifying the parts of plants you had picked on purpose because they were the hardest to do.

You went to grab the sheet at the same time Ajax was going to hand it to you, quickly, too quickly. Your hand ended up brushing his, and a confused, sinking feeling took place on your stomach. Were you imagining it, or there had been a spark? You pulled the sheet out of his grasp, desperate to stop this strange feeling, and wincing when the sudden move made it so you cut yourself with the paper.

You lifted your index finger to your mouth, sucking the blood from it. Your fangs went down automatically at the smell of blood, uncaring it was your own.

“Fuck.”

“Are you okay?” Ajax eyes darted from your finger, to your mouth, to your eyes. In that specific order. When you met them, unafraid, he scratched his neck, cheeks going red and quickly averted his gaze. You smirked. Was he afraid of you? Good.

“I’m fine. Give me five to check this, and we will talk about weak areas.” You stated. The test was pretty good for someone who claimed to need tutoring. Ajax was passing, even with a good grade. That made you tilt your head a little. The few errors you could see were pretty easy to fix, and weird compared to his level of compression of the rest of the subject.

You felt watched, weirdly enough. But every time you lifted your eyes, Ajax was staring at his phone or at the table, eyes never stopping on you. It was unsettling. What did he want?

You made up your mind when you got to the end of the practice test. You would call him bluff.

The tutoring session kept going, with you on your best behavior. You gave him the second practice test for homework and decided to meet again on Friday.

“Okay, I can work with this. You see the first question here, you got this one wrong. Not only that, but you said Nightshades’s properties included being poisonous, when it’s actually the contrary.” You blatantly lied. The lie was so evident, Ajax should jump to correct you with the level of knowledge he had displayed. But interesting enough, he didn’t. He kept his eyes politely trained on the first question, right where you were underlining with your pen. You were going to get to the bottom of this, you decided then. What could he possibly be gaining with this? “Oh, sorry, it was a slip of the tongue, I meant to circle the fifth question, forget what I said. You were right.”

To that tutoring session, Ajax showed up with a box of your favorite candy, munching on them and offering you one casually.

“Oh, I love these!” You smiled at him, in a truly involuntary way. You quickly cleared your throat, focusing on the homework. “So, page six…”

Ajax smiled at you, looking far too happy for someone who was about to be assigned additional homework on top of what he already had.

“Here.” He pressed the bag of candy against your hand. “Have them, I don’t like them much.”

You narrowed your eyes.

“Why did you get them, then?”

“They were on sale.” Ajax quickly answered.

“At the vending machine?” You perched yourself on the chair, searching his face for any sign of deceit. As usual, he avoided your eyes. But you were unable to tell if it was from his nervousness about his powers or because he was lying.

“Does it matter?”

“Why are you giving me things?” You asked, rubbing at the bridge of your nose. A headache was starting, you could tell. “First the coffee, now the candy…”

“Umm, maybe because you are doing me a huge favor by cutting your study hours to help me pass?” Ajax offered, looking sheepish.

“You don’t need me for that.” You muttered, but humored him and started going over the errors on his homework, getting more sure with each one that this guy was smarter than he looked.

You didn't understand why you didn’t put a stop to it right then. You kept repeating to yourself you weren’t sure Ajax was faking his weakness in the subject, you needed more evidence. But thing was, you could just ask Wednesday to get you the evidence and call it a day anytime. And yet, you kept going back to him. You tried to rationalize it, saying it had been a while since a boy showed interest in you, that you liked the attention. You also said that the principal was making you do this, that it wasn’t like you went back to him every week out of your own accord. But you had also started to look for him out of tutoring, smiling at him in the hallways, making small talk when he was near. Something was wrong with you.

Why did your heart flutter every time he pressed a tiny trinket in your hand? Why didn’t you pull away, why did you smile at him?

You were unable to keep denying the truth when, under the pretense of fixing his tie in the middle of a tutoring session, you placed your hand on his chest. Ajax always wore his uniform messily, and it drove you up the wall. This time, something about the way his tie was messily knotted called to you, something told you to fix it for him.

Ajax didn’t pull away, transfixed by the way your fingers grabbed at the item. You unknotted it, going on your tip toes to take it off, lacing it over your neck and tied a Windsor, before placing it over his head and adjusting it. Your hands lingered, adjusting the knot, once, twice times too many.

You looked up, lips parted. For the first time in a while, you made eye contact. But this time, you were the one who blushed and looked away.

“I… I… I got to go.” You grabbed at your backpack, almost running out of the library.

“Y/N, wait…” Ajax called out. You didn’t listen. You were too preoccupied with your newly discovered feelings. You had a crush on Ajax. No. That didn't sound right. This wasn’t a crush. It was something worse. You were in love with Ajax. The plainest, most undeserving of Enid, boy in the school.

Your feet took you to your friend's room, without needing to think about it. You knew the school like the back of your hand, and right now, you needed something only Wednesday could give you. Cold, hard truth.

You knocked on the door, frantic, hoping Enid was somewhere else. She could never find out about this, it would mean destroying your friendship. God, why? Under this new light, your conduct looked terrible. Enid would think you had been trying to break them up from the start. No, she could never find out. You needed to fix this.

“Y/N.” Wednesday said, from her place in front of the writing machine. “What do you want? You sounded pretty desperate.” You looked for Thing, assuming he must have been the one to open you the door, giving him a little wave. He responded to it, and you smiled a little, before starting to pick at your nail beds.

“I might need some cognitive recalibration, Wednesday. Could you slap me, please?” You asked, and Wednesday rolled her eyes.

“What has brought on this fit of dramatics? Surely, Enid is better prepared than me to deal with it?” Wednesday rose, all elegance.

“I fucked up. I’m in love with Ajax.” Wednesday raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. “Plainest boy on earth? Turns out he can really turn on the charm offensive, it was really insidious, he got inside my head, with his stupid jokes, and stupid smile and perfect eyes…” You groaned in frustration. “Ugh, see? Please, slap me, and let’s see if it goes away because I won’t fuck up my friendship with Enid over a boy, especially if he is plainest that white bread, untoasted.”

“I think it is a bit late for that.” Wednesday said, looking behind you. You turned, heart beating wildly.

“Enid!” You screeched. The werewolf looked impassible, expression blank. This girl had been the first friend you had made at Nevermore, in your orientation on freshman year, when you had been terrified by strangers and jumpy at every sudden move, overwhelmed by your recently awakened senses. Enid had approached you then, kind and gentle, making sure of not scaring you, and befriended you swiftly. She had helped you grow into your powers, and become more confident in yourself. You owed her everything you had. If you had to choose, your heart would break, but you would force yourself to forget Ajax. You would rather be heartbroken than without her. You loved her like a sister, and so, if she asked you to help her get back with him, you would.

“Please, forgive me. I didn’t mean to, I swear I won’t ever look at him again, hell, if you want me to stop tutoring him I will, I never wanted this, you have to believe me, when you guys were together I was trying to break you up, but not from why you think it is! I didn’t want him then, I don’t want him now!” You begged, tears prickling at your eyes, not noticing how a tiny smile started to make its way on the other girl’s face. You would have kept blabbering, totally uncontrolled, if not for the interruption.

“Y/N.” Enid said, and your jaw clicked with how fast your mouth shut itself. “I was the one who broke up with him.”

You opened and closed your mouth, looking at Wednesday, who looked as dumbfounded as you were.

“But… But… You cried so much… And we gave him so much shit!”

“Don’t be mad at me, okay?” Enid raised her hands in surrender, looking between Wednesday and you. “I felt terrible because I had a crush on someone else! That’s why we broke up! I was just too scared to tell you guys.”

“Oh.” You sat down on one of the beds. “Oh.”

“Ajax has already forgiven me.” Enid sat next to you, passing an arm over your shoulders. “You can have him if you like, I know you genuinely weren’t trying to break us up, so you could steal him from me, you know? You were looking out for me.” Then, she turned to look at Wednesday, eyes full of love. “You both were.”

It was too much. You promptly started bawling your eyes out, relieved. Enid hugged you and Wednesday placed a hesitant hand on your shoulder. You cried even harder.

“Oh, stop it.” She said, pinching you hard on the arm and making you yelp. “There, a reality check. If you want that plain boy, even if I can fathom why, you can have him. Enid already authorized it, and he trails after you like a lovesick puppy. That must be enough to put an end to your dramatics.”

“Wednesday!” Enid exclaimed. “That was rude.”

You started laughing uncontrollably. Everything was going to be fine. You just had to deal with Ajax, but that could wait until tomorrow.

The next day, you woke up with a pep in your step. You did your hair and make up, putting on your nicest outfit. After breakfast, you sought Ajax out. He was sitting with Xavier on the grass near the woods, headphones on. Xavier was drawing something and leveled you with an unimpressed glance. You ignored him.

“Ajax.” You smiled. “Walk with me?” He looked adorable this morning, in a light blue hoodie with a matching beanie. The butterflies in your stomach started making their appearance once more. Ajax quickly found his feet, and started following you.

Once you got far enough so that Xavier wasn’t in hearing distance, you turned.

“You wanted my attention, didn't you?” Your heart was beating wildly in your chest, and you couldn’t help but wring your hands in front of you. Remembering that was the signature gesture of the house elves in the Harry Potter franchise, you quickly dropped it, hands coming nervously to brush at the sides of your jeans. You didn’t want to look like a house elf, you wanted Ajax to think you were cool.

“What?” Ajax asked, blinking at you. “What are you talking about?”

You kept walking, this time by his side.

“You didn’t have a need for a tutor in Botanic, Ajax. Your grades are almost as good as mine.” This piece of information had come from Wednesday, who, for someone who hated gossip, knew her fair amount of it. Maybe Enid was rubbing on her.

“Where are we going?” Ajax deflected, looking away from you.

“My room.” You answered, even when you could feel the blush that was starting to form on your cheeks. “You wanted my attention.”

“I did.” He admitted, blushing. Then, looking like he was about to faint, he made eye contact with you. “What are we…?”

“We are going to have a talk about valuing people’s time and then, if you are good, we might make out.” You could feel your blush go darker, and you closed your eyes, remembering Enid’s advice. Be bold. Be blunt. Ajax wouldn’t know subtlety even if it hit him in the face. She should know what she was talking about because she had dated him. Hesitantly, your hand went to grab his. Ajax’s fingers opened, accepting yours, sliding in between them. His hand was warm, and a little sweaty. You found it so endearing, you wanted to kiss him. Ugh, was love supposed to feel like this? You trusted Wednesday, you did, and so, you were pretty sure Ajax liked you back. But still, you were nervous.

“Wait, so you like me? You are not…mad?” Ajax turns to face you, hesitantly grabbing your other hand.

“Would you prefer I was mad?” You ask him, carefully schooling your expression.

“I just wanted you to smile at me.” Ajax nervously ran his thumb across your wrist. “You smiled at everyone, but never me. You didn’t like me. ”

“Oh, I didn't want to like you, you infuriating, clueless, handsome, stupid boy.” Ajax looks confused, and you can’t stand his kicked puppy look anymore. So, you press a kiss to his lips, just so he gets it. Ajax parts his lips a bit, allowing you entry, and his hands drop yours, choosing instead to go and circle your waist. You let him pull you closer, so you are flush along his body. You have kissed some people before, from clumsy first kisses to passionate making out just for the sake of it. But this, this has to be the best kiss you have ever had.

“Come on, dorm” You say, unable to stop kissing him. It’s a miracle you managed without a teacher catching you, unable to keep your hands off each other. At first, it's only you, Ajax much more hesitant. But then, when he catches on you want him and that he is allowed to touch you back, his hands are everywhere.

This is what you will say after. You have no clue how things escalated, how one kiss turned into a dozen, how you ended up with that hickey in your neck. How you end up on your back, Ajax’s hip bones digging into your upper thigh, with the way he is kissing and sucking your neck like he was the vampire out of the two of you.

No clue how, or why, he lifts his head, pretty blush on his face and says, “Umm, sorry, can you…?” Ajax wets his lips, suddenly self-conscious. “Umm, maybe, move your leg, sorry. It will go away.”

You don’t get it at first, until you zero exactly into what the weight against your thigh is.

“Can I?” You tease, unable to not do it. Ajax looks too damn good with that blush on, you want it to stay as long as possible. He is sweet, too, leaving all choices in your hands. You had been the one setting the pace, begging him to kiss you everywhere. You like it. It’s a heady feeling, having all this power at your fingertips, but also a responsibility. Ajax is trusting you with his body. “Which direction?” You ask, suddenly serious.

“Excuse me?” Ajax is getting redder by the minute. You can’t help but smile. You want him to feel good, he worked so hard at winning you over, waiting patiently for you to met him halfway. Ajax deserves something nice.

“Away or forward?” You say, pressing your thigh more against his erection, just so he knows what you mean. “I’m cool with whatever.”

“Oh. Forward, maybe? If you want?” He asks, eyes closing. You pass your arms beneath his armpits, locking them behind his back and pulling him back to you. You press a kiss to his jaw, open-mouthed. It’s cute he is into hickeys so much, you think, hearing his whimper. His heart beats wildly, pulse fluttering in your grasp. He smells good, and your gums itch with the urge to bite him, to own him, to make him yours.

“What do you want, Ajax?” You kiss his neck next, dragging your teeth along the carotid. He shivers, but you don’t receive any kind of response. “You just have to say the word.”

“Forward, please.” And you aren’t so cruel as to make him beg, head over heels as you are for him, so you press your thigh lightly against his erection. You intend to take him apart with light touches, playing the long game. But Ajax doesn’t agree. His hips rut against your thigh, harshly, hungrily.

“Greedy.” You mutter, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Come on, rub yourself on my thigh, baby boy.” You encourage him, one of your hands dropping to his hips to help him settle into a rhythm and not only desperate, jerky movements.

Ajax shakes, whimpers once again, face going to hide in the crook of your neck. You scratch at his nape, surprised when something cold touches the tips of your finger. A tiny, bifid tongue. His snakes.

You keep your cool, closing your eyes just in case. You will mention it after when Ajax settles down. Determined, you press your thigh a little harder, pulling his face out of your neck, blindly searching for his mouth, pressing kisses all over his face.

When you finally find it, you bite on his lower lip, lightly. Not enough to draw blood, but you have caught him staring at your fangs once or twice when he thought you weren’t looking, when he thought you hated him. Maybe he would like it, you have a hunch about it. And you weren’t wrong because Ajax gives a little shout, hips pushing once, twice, thrice and freezes. His body goes taut, you can feel it against yours and so, you are careful as to not press too much. You don't intend to hurt him, after all. Not yet. You would love to see the face he makes when he comes, but you would rather not end up stoned.

“Shit. Sorry. How embarrassing…” Ajax sounds disappointed in himself, and you don’t want that. Never. In your mind’s eye, you can see his kicked puppy look, how the blush on his cheeks would make its way down his neck. You don’t want his eyes to go all sad, you know your heart would break at his face. It’s for purely selfish reasons, you think to yourself, and smile blindingly.

“That was the hottest thing ever. “ You say, eyes still closed, looking for his cheek, so you can press a kiss there. “Got, like, dozens of fantasy material.”

“Why do you have your eyes closed?” He asks, hand stroking your cheek lightly and steering you back to his mouth. You press a kiss there, too. You can tell Ajax is worried, but he seems unable to contain himself, and he smiles into the kiss. “Did my snakes do…”

“One of them licked me, by your neck. Just in case, I’m not scared or anything, but it would have been hard to explain to the nurse how this happened.” You say, and Ajax laughs. You two would be busted, totally. Your dorm mom would have your head, and probably you would have to speak to the principal. You hear him shuffle around, likely adjusting the beanie.

“You can look now.” His eyes are full of regret, and you want to get rid of the sadness there by any means necessary. “Sorry again.”

“Was cute, you know? Maybe they were curious.” You smile at him, lightly scratching his back. Just like a puppy, Ajax melts against you, offering more of his back to scratch. You don’t know what drug you took, but you smile, again. You just can’t help yourself.

“Aren’t you scared of them?” He hesitates, pulling his face out of your shoulder.

“Ajax, I bit your neck and lips, and I am a vampire. Were you scared?” You ask back, biting your lip a little. You were pretty sure he liked it, judging by his reactions, but you knew having a vampire’s teeth against your throat might be off-putting for some more rational people.

“No, but…” You shush him, placing your index finger against his lips. Ajax playfully bites it, but his eyes are on yours the whole time.

“Unlike dying out of blood loss, stoning is temporary. It’s cool.” You say.

“Cool.” He mutters, but he doesn’t go back to his place near your shoulder. “So…I am… We are…” Ajax can’t find the words, but you know what he is asking.

“Yes, now come here, I wanna cuddle.” You pull him on top of you once more, wrapping your legs around his waist. Ajax just slumps and you sigh happily. This was precisely what you wanted.

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sweaterweatherever · 1 year

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Hiii, its my first time requesting for anyone. But you are so amazing, so i was thinking maybe a ajax x reader smut Where ajax maybe had a bad day and is not really feeling himself, so whilst he is doing something (maybe homework or sum), reader is under the table iykwim. Just vanilla-ish and not deepthroating? You dont have to but i would really appriciate it since nobody has done it<3

Personal statement (Ajax Petropolus x Reader)

Pairing: Ajax Petropolus x GN Reader

A/N: Remember how last thing I posted I went heavy with the world building? Yeah, this is not it. Been both on holiday and doing stuff for school, so posting will be limited.

Warnings: Cursing. Oral sex (Male receiving) Aged up characters.

Requested: Yes! Hope you like it and I don't traumatize you for life about requesting stuff. It's short, but only because of what it is.

Ajax was sitting on his desk chair, head in his hands. He had a look of total frustration on his face.

“What’s wrong?” You asked him, slipping inside his dorm. These days, you barely bothered with discretion, both of you being seniors already. It was nothing like when you first got together, still kids, worried about any of your classmates seeing and thinking you were having sex during your fumbling make out session. God, you missed those days, your troubles had been so trivial. From now on, it would only get worse, you knew.

“Personal statement, that’s what’s wrong.” He complained, handing you the printed application that he was editing. “I think I didn’t stick enough to the prompt, and I have to turn it in next week.” The page was filled with annotations and circles in red ink, Ajax handwriting cramping the document so much it was barely legible.

“Babe. Chill. Breathe.” You said, trying to make sense of the prompt. “Tell me what this is supposed to be about.”

“I have to describe, in like, a thousand words, why I would be a good fit for the college. Also, who I am.” Ajax groaned, slumping forward on the desk. You sat on the edge of the table, and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. You rubbed a few circles there. “What if they think I’m not good enough?”

“What?” You were being confused because, first, this was Ajax you were talking about. The nicest boy on earth. Second, weren’t you just talking about who he was. “Babe, you are giving me whiplash with the logic jump there.”

“Just… Just, you know…” He peered up at you from beneath his lashes, looking so damn adorable, you wanted to kiss him silly. You abstained only because he was in desperate need of assurance.

“I don’t, actually.” And you really didn’t. You knew he had insecurities, who didn’t? But you didn’t think college applications would be the detonator. Everyone made shit up for theirs, it was a given.

“Look, Xavier has the whole artist thing going on. Wednesday has her novels and she plays the cello. You are you. Fuck, even Tyler can whip up something interesting about himself, with the whole being from a discriminated species even for outcasts.” He rubbed at his eyes, the tell-tale sign he was getting a headache from all the stress. “How do I compete with that?”

“You don’t.” You stated, firmly. Ajax looked at you, betrayal in his eyes. Underneath it, there was a hurt expression. Realizing you had been too blunt, you took his face in your hands and brushed at his cheek gently. “Our friends aren’t your competition. Xavier is going to a fancy art college. Wednesday is going to an Ivy League, and we all know it. Tyler is… Wherever he is applying. And we are both applying to the same college, yes, but different majors and on different first options too. You have to worry about the college being your dream college, and not whipping up some model application based on things that aren’t you.” You kissed the crease between his eyes, softly.

“Yeah, but wanting it badly won’t get me in… I’m not enough.”

“You are more than enough. The SAT scores you have are great. I read your essay for this college too, you bombed it. It more than makes out for any perceived defects you think this has.” You waved the statement in the air. “I love you. You are more than enough.”

“Yeah, but you are…” Ajax starts, and you really don’t want him to finish the sentence. An insecure Ajax is hard to talk down, but a stressed one gets… Too in his head. You hate to see him hurting. How could you help him get out of his head?

“Your partner?” You got off the desk, an idea suddenly striking you. “You think I'm biased?”

“Kinda.” Ajax grabbed at your hands, pulling you closer.

“But being yours doesn’t make me do anything I don’t want. And you know, I’m honest. Always. Brutally so.” And it was true, too. You were famous in your friend group for running your mouth and lacking a brain to mouth filter. It had been the way you and Ajax had gotten together, too. If it weren’t for your straightforwardness, the poor guy would have never noticed you liked him.

“Yeah, but…”

“Do I look obligated to you?” You asked, getting more on his face, until you were almost sitting in his lap.

“No, but you…” You pushed his chair away from the desk. “What are you doing?” Ajax eyed you, suspicious.

“I always do what I want.” You insisted. “And right now, I want to shut you up. If you consent, of course. Because consent is sexy.” You grimaced at your own words. No brain to mouth filter indeed. Way to make a blowjob sound unsexy.

“… I…” Ajax stared at you, confused puppy look on his face.

“A blowjob. That’s what I mean.” You parted his legs for him, and Ajax let you move him like a rag doll, completely limp on your grasp. He was too dumbfounded by your words to say anything. “Yes or no?” You tapped his leg, insistently. “I bet orgasms are good for stress, too.”

“Are you really trying to sweeten the deal when it includes a blowjob?” Ajax smiled a little, seemingly shaking off the daze he was in. You couldn’t help but smile back.

“Yes or no?” You squeezed at his knee.

“Yes.” Ajax pulled you in for a kiss, still muttering against your lips. “I’m an idiot, but not idiot enough to refuse a blowjob from my gorgeous partner.”

“Those SAT scores say the opposite.” You responded, dropping to your knees beneath his desk. There was something dirty about it, sucking your boyfriend off while he was sitting on his desk, doing important work. Maybe some day you could try that too, when he wasn’t as in his head as today.

“Grades don’t measure intelligence.” Ajax said, breath hitching slightly at having your face so close to his crotch.

“Yeah, that right there? Makes you fucking smart.” You caressed his thighs, slowly, trying to get him riled up. “Only smart people say shit like that.”

“Dirty mouth.” He cautioned.

“About to get dirtier, babe.” You popped the button of his pants. Ajax laughed. Instead of helping him get out of them, you ran your hands lightly against his stomach, nails scratching at his sides, until he was squirming. “Good?”

“Good.” Ajax leaned down, almost doubling over himself, to press a kiss to your forehead. Your hands went lower, slowly making your way to his hips, and the waistband of his boxers. It was going to get messy, you betted. Ajax always got a little brain-dead with blowjobs, reaction time pretty slow, and you weren’t about to ruin your clothes. So, you take your shirt off.

“I want you so badly.” You say, slowly palming him through his boxers. His eyes roam your body, but he seems content to let you do as you please. Ajax is slowly getting harder under your touch, breath hitching. “Should I jerk you off first, or just use my mouth?”

“Mouth, please.” Ajax covers his face with his arm, throwing his head back on the chair. He already looks wrecked and you have barely touched him. You love how embarrassed he gets, asking for what he wants. You hope one day you manage to fuck that out of him, but you enjoy him like this for now. His happy trail is very sparse, so you take advantage and lick your way down from it, thighs clenching at the way he squirms under you.

You pull him out and stroke him a couple of times, just to get him hard enough to suck him off. Ajax has a pretty cock, perfect size to make your jaw hurt just right. You kissed a path from his thighs to it, working out the courage to get started. Ajax’s thighs trembled under your hands, impatient.

“Come on, don’t tease.” He pleads, and you finally, finally, put your mouth on him, licking a stripe down the shaft. Safe sex is good, but it’s much harder to give a blowjob to someone wearing a condom, the slide isn’t that great and flavored lube is not a sacrifice you are willing to do today. Ajax keeps himself very neat down there, and he showers frequently, so it’s not that much of a hardship.

His erection is getting harder, tip flushed a pretty pink. A tiny bead of pre-cum is starting to form there, so you lick at it, grimacing a little at the salty taste. You haven’t done this in a while, and you had forgotten how he tastes. Even salty, it beats the flavored lube. It’s Ajax. That already makes it way better.

“Want me to get a condom?” Ajax asks, brushing your hair out of your face. It seems like he has been watching you the whole time. He’s got good blowjob etiquette, you have taught him well. He never pulls at your hair or head. Ajax is all gentle touches and soft skin, the only times he pulls your hair is when you ask him too.

“Nope. Just, saltier than I remembered.” You wrap your lips around the tip, being careful to not drag your teeth too much. You aid yourself with your tongue, drawing nonsensical patterns on the underside of his cock. Ajax moans, and you sneak a quick glance at him to find him with his eyes closed, head thrown back. You hollow your cheeks, making his hips nearly buck up. And nearly because he is too sweet to thrust into your mouth.

“Fuck… Fuck, like that.” Ajax says, looking down at you. Your eyes meet, and you snicker at his fucked out look. His hand comes to brush at your cheek affectionately. You take more of him in your mouth, licking at the head at the same time. Just before you start gagging, you warp your hand around what you can’t fit on your mouth.

“Love you.” Ajax brushes your hair out of your hair again, tucking it behind your ears. You start to bob your head up and down, aiding yourself with your hand. You squeeze at the underside of his cock, and supporting yourself on his thigh, you let your hand go to his balls. Ajax will strongly deny it later, but at that, he gives a small scream, back arching and cock nearly choking you. You remove your hand immediately, pushing at his hips with a frown. Only when he sits back down, you keep going.

“Shit, sorry.” He says, but he doesn’t sound very coherent. You repeat the motion, curious about what other curse words you can pull from him. “Too good.”

You scratch lightly at his thighs, a wave of hot, urgent arousal on your stomach. You want him to fall apart under you, badly. Your jaw aches, but you don’t pay it attention, choosing instead to go faster, with both your hand and mouth. You open your legs more, so you don’t need to hold on his thigh so as not to fall forward and fondle his balls again, lightly scratching with your nails. Ajax gets impossibly harder, and you know he is close.

“Close.” He says, tapping your shoulder. You give him a look that screams, no shit Sherlock, and keep at it, staring him directly in the eyes and jerking him faster with your hand, mouth tightening as much as you can. He looks at you, and Ajax fucking whimpers. Seeing you on your knees, shirtless, and staring up at him like you want to ruin him, makes it for him. His hips jerk and he comes on your mouth with a moan, face scrunching prettily. You pull away at the last second, letting it drip down your chin and neck. Ajax moans again and pulls you to your feet.

“Let me return the favor?” He asks, as he kisses you, uncaring of the mess between the two of you. It sticks to his skin, his shirt.

“Sure. As long as you don’t look at that statement until tomorrow.”

“What statement?” Ajax asks, kissing you again. You laugh against his mouth as he starts tugging you towards the bed.

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Something in the water (Ajax Petropolus x Reader)

Pairing: Ajax Petropolus x AFAB reader

Warnings: Body related insecurities. Maybe peer pressure? Oral sex (Female receiving) Vaginal protected sex. Hand kink. Exhibitionism. If you catch the title reference, you get a prize! AGED UP CHARACTERS

Requested: Yes. So many times. Can be read as a stand alone!

A/N: Inspired by this Ajax quote: “We have roof parties, campouts, the occasional midnight skinny-dip. And Yoko’s an amateur mixologist. She makes a killer virgin mojito." → I think we all focused on the wrong part. Let me fix it for you.

“Do you really want to do this?” Ajax asks, holding your hand in his. You felt cold all over, and not only because it was like two am, and you were standing in the deck in nothing more than a shirt and a pair of sweats. “Because we don’t have to. We can just… Ditch them.”

“Xavier would be so mad.” You answer, quickly pulling off your shirt. “I already missed the one you guys had when we became members, saying I was on my period. He is an artist, he wouldn’t get it. He thinks all bodies are beautiful.”

“I think you give him less credit than he deserves. Xavier would understand you are insecure about your body.” Ajax pulled his shirt off, quickly following it with his pants. “And if you don’t want to tell him, we could just say we couldn’t keep our hands from each other.”

You, still in your bra and pants, gave him a look.

“I don’t want them to think about us fucking like bunnies, Jax. Besides, if I told him, Xavier would encourage me even more to do this. To him, nudity is freeing or some bullshit.”

“I think they already do.” Ajax answered, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. “Now, if you are set on this, remember you can back out at any time and I think your body is beautiful, just like all of you.”

“Good for you.” You answered, taking out your pants. This was possibly the craziest thing you had ever done. You were celebrating Enid and Wednesday becoming full-time members of the Nightshades. Why was the celebration skinny-dipping? Well, you weren’t certain. The tradition had been there long before you had become a member, and you had avoided the party that time. Xavier and Ajax had done it, though, and loved the experience. Apparently, being naked with your bestie was very freeing. Or that had been what the boys had told you. You had never told anybody why, until Ajax noticed you getting increasingly anxious when Enid decided to pledge and forced Wednesday to do it too.

He had asked then, but your input was a mere confirmation. Ajax had noticed you didn’t like to take off your clothes during sex, that you tried to cover yourself with sheets or turn off the light. That you loved his room, not only because he didn’t have a roommate, but because you avoided mirrors.

“You guys ready?” Bianca shouted, already in the water. Sirens, you thought fondly, willing to do anything to get in the water. Even celebrate the admission of her freenemie into a secret society.

“Coming!” You grabbed Ajax hand and pushed him forward. Both of you were in your underwear, and you felt the need to cover your body once more, or at least, hide behind him.

“Are you sure?” Ajax repeated, insistently. It was cute that he cared so much, but if you kept talking about it, you would lose your nerve.

“Ajax, get in the fucking water, or I will drown you myself.”

“Trouble in paradise?” Xavier cheekily said, appearing behind some bushes. You tried not to look, but you were curious to know if he was already naked. You looked down. Yep. He was. Xavier caught your staring and turned around slowly, smirking the whole time. At that moment, you prayed to whichever god there was to just open up the earth and swallow you whole. Unfortunately, it didn’t happen.

“You wish, Thorpe. Back off, I saw her first.” You didn’t need to look at Ajax to know he was glowering at Xavier.

Xavier raised his hands in surrender.

“If you want to get technical, she was my friend before I introduced you.” Then, stepping closer to you and giving you a wink. “Come on, underwear off. We have to get in the water before your boyfriend here stones me.”

You took your bra off, one hand coming to cover your nipples as much as you could. Then you went for your panties, surprised when you felt another pair of hands gripping your hips and helping you get out of your underwear.

“Use both of your hands.” Ajax lightly stroked your hipbone, in a motion that was so comforting it could not come from jealousy. Something was off. “I don’t want Xavier here looking more than necessary.” You suppressed a smile. He wasn’t jealous of Xavier, he was just playing the possessive boyfriend, so you could keep your body more covered. It was so sweet you wanted to cry.

As soon as Ajax got the panties off you, and you kicked them away, Xavier grabbed your hand and ran towards the water. Resistance was futile. You didn’t even have time to think before his freakishly long legs were forcing you too to run if you didn’t want to fall face first on the deck and get dragged.

“Sorry, too slow, Petropolus. I’m stealing your girl!” And without you could even feel self-conscious, Xavier was jumping in the water and pulling you along with him.

The shock of the cold water against your naked body almost made you scream. Bianca cheered, as did Enid when she, too, took her plunge. You resurfaced to the grinning face of Xavier, hair sticking to his face and making him look like he had been attacked by some white and golden kelp.

“That was amazing.” And before he could gloat too much, Ajax got into the water and started trying to pull him under, much to Xavier’s glee. You laughed.

“Boys.” Divina said, rolling her eyes next to you. She was watching her brother lazily do laps around the lake, trying to get Bianca to race him.

“Only Yoko and Wednesday are missing.” You answered, a little more at ease now that your body wasn’t on display. It was a beautiful night. The sky was clear enough that the stars and the moon reflected on the lake, making it seem like you were walking between them. The motions and waves made by the boys made it so the images rippled, giving the water a gorgeous shine. You felt like you were swimming in glitter.

“We are right here.” Wednesday said, getting slowly into the water, whole body shivering. Yoko, more practical, just jumped in.

“You should just go for it.” Enid suggested, swimming towards you. “That way, you get used to it.”

“I like the pain.” Wednesday glowered. “Don’t cut my fun short.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. Of course, Wednesday was the kind of person to enjoy getting slowly into the water.

“You know, this is kind of nice.” You said, reclining against the deck and watching how Xavier was splashing water at Ajax. They were just like little kids, really.

“It really is.” Enid sighed happily, and you turned to smile at her, losing sight of the boys.

“What is?” You jumped at Ajax voice. He was swimming towards you, Xavier hot on his heels.

“No rough housing near me!” You warned, placing your hands in front of you.

“Oh, babe. You wound me, really. How could you think such things about us?” and with a grin, Ajax was grabbing your waist, and pulling you deeper into the water. You kicked at him, trying to get away and just managing to do so, before you collided with Xavier, who started splashing at you.

So, you did the logical, totally mature thing and splashed him back. Ajax plastered himself at your back, running a hand against your ribs. Your breath hitched. There was something about the casual way he was holding you, bodies flush with each other, hand slowly dragging upwards against your torso. It seemed more intentional than casual, for sure. Ajax knew all about what his hands did to you, in detail. And this way of holding you, making sure to spread his hand against your torso, so you could feel each one of his fingers and rings, cold against your skin where his hand was hot, couldn’t be an accident.

You turned a little, to look at him.

“Let’s not flash Xavier.” He said, other hand coming to cover your breasts. His forearm was over your boobs, covering your nipples, and his hand was cupping your left boob. Taking advantage of the water, Ajax pulled you, with the same arm, closer to him. Xavier laughed.

Feeling a little more safe now, knowing Xavier wasn’t going to get an eyeful of your naked body, you lifted yourself some more and kissed him. Ajax smiled into the kiss, hands grasping possessively on your skin.

“Oh my god, yeah. I’m out. Fuck, I need a girlfriend. I shouldn’t be feeling like the third wheel when I was the one that introduced you.” Xavier complained, but you paid him no mind, choosing instead to turn in Ajax’s grasp, so you could kiss him more passionately.

“He is so mad, I bet we could get away with just disappearing.” Ajax muttered to you, and you felt all your previous arousal vanish.

“So you are just doing this to rile Xavier up?” You asked, frowning.

“Shit, that sounded bad, didn’t it?” One of his hands went to rub soothingly at your back. “I wanted to rile you up, too.”

You raised an eyebrow, unimpressed.

“Umm, what I meant was… I don’t get you to see you like this so often and maybe, maybe, I wanted to take advantage of it somewhere else? So, I was riling Xavier up, just so he would leave us alone and we could…”

“See me like this?”

“Naked.” Ajax clarified, and the hand on your ribs lifted just enough, so it was cupping your breast. Your mouth opened, lips parted in a confused moan.

“We shouldn’t.” But Ajax’s hand was leaving your breast, slowly dragging the heel of it over your nipple, making a path towards your throat. Your eyes closed. Ajax was once again exploiting your hand kink and it showed. “This is unfair.” You protested, but it was weak at best. His hand grasped at your jaw, thumb brushing your chin.

“Come here.” He says, and grabs your hand in his. “Keep quiet and follow me.”

You obey him. Out of the two of you, Ajax is the stronger swimmer and the one who knows the lake better. You follow his lead, stepping where he does, quiet as a mouse. Slowly, very slowly, he gets you beneath the dock. The others do not realize, too busy watching how Enid is trying to force Wednesday to play some game or another.

It is dark and far enough your friends won’t be able to see you if they look quickly, but not far enough that they wouldn’t hear you moan. Here, the water only comes to your waist, and the cold from the night is making its presence known already, making your nipples harden and your whole body tremble.

“Oh, poor thing. You are cold.” Ajax says, and pulls you closer to him, starting to rub vigorously at your arms and shoulders. “Let me warm you up.” You glower at him, knowing he is about to play what turned out to be his favorite trump card. He is rubbing at your arms, fingers extended, rings digging a little at your flesh.

Before allowing him to win that easily, you decide to take matters on your own hands, looping them behind his neck and pressing a kiss to his jaw. Now Ajax is the one trembling. He might like to play all confident, but you know him. In the end, Ajax always melts.

Because you have to press to your advantage before he can react, you get bolder, one hand going to his erection. Ajax closes his eyes, resting his forehead on top of your head.

“Fuck.” Ajax's breath comes in sharp little gasps.

“I hope you got a condom somewhere.” You frown at him, lightly running your nails against his shaft. “We are not polluting the water.”

Ajax reaches up a little, going on his tip toes to tug something from between the wooden boards. A tiny, silver package. He gives you a silly grin, and your mouth opens and closes out of its own accord. You can help but giggle.

“You planned this!” You accuse, pressing a kiss to his throat.

“Maybe.” And you are so head over heels for him, you can’t help but want to kiss the smile on his face. You do, feeling the small puffs of air from his laughter interrupt the kiss.

“Enough.” You say, pushing him away lightly. You feel giddy, but still want to hold your ground. “I’m still not fully sold on this.”

“Okay.” Ajax blinks, hands immediately leaving your body. “Is this a we are not doing this because I’m uncomfortable? Or we are not doing this because I’m not aroused enough and don’t think this could be hot?” He puts space between you two, biting his lips. His brows are furrowed, and you suddenly understand why he is so worried. This thing of yours, it is still new. Ajax is having trouble with finding his footing, and so do you. You aren’t sure yet how much of each other's bodies you are allowed to touch, for what you need to ask permission and what is a given. He has always been careful, so careful, even your first time. Ajax is always asking and worrying about not forcing you into anything.

“Second one. You are not doing anything bad, I’m consenting.” You pull him closer, hugging him and hiding your face in his shoulder.

“Okay.” Ajax hides his face in your hair, inhaling deeply and pausing for a minute, like he is regaining his courage.“Yeah, I can work with that.” He presses a kiss to your forehead, arms coming to wrap around your waist. Then, he drops to his knees in front of you.

“Ajax.” You warn, but he doesn’t listen. He is pressing kisses to your stomach, and you desperately want to pull him up because you had never let him do this before, despite him offering. But you don’t because you are also curious. About how it could feel, how your body would react. And you trusted him, after all, you were friends first. “The guys….”

“Won’t see anything. If you keep quiet, they won’t suspect a thing.” He is right about that, you thought the same thing before. The way he is leaving open-mouthed kisses around your belly button is making it hard for you to think straight. His perfect, big hands are grasping at your ass, steadying you and kneading at the flesh there. Ajax’s kisses go lower and lower, making you squirm. This is a bad idea, you know it, but you find it hard to care with the way he is mouthing at your thighs. Ajax spreads your legs a little, talented hands grabbing at your inner thighs. He licks you, from perineum to clit, and your first thought is that it is warm. The second is that it feels good, and you are a fool for not accepting before. You sigh, trying to keep quiet, but unable to do so when he decides to get curious, taking your clit between his lips. This time, your groan is loud, loud enough so Ajax pulls away, looking quickly at your friends. They don’t notice, too busy laughing at something or other. You know by now they have to have figured you two ditched them, but not to where. If they get out of the water and see your clothes, all bets are off. They would realize you never left the lake, and you would be ridiculed forever.

“You have to keep quiet.” Ajax repeats. Then, he noses at your clit. “Like this?” Feeling the vibrations against your sensitive pussy almost make you scream, so you bite your lips instead. You grasp at his shoulders, nails digging in, and try to convey your feeling about it. Ajax snickers, surely able to feel how your legs tense. His tongue presses deeper, aiding himself with one of his hands to keep you open, spreading your lips. It makes you stumble a little, kicking at the water and making some splashes. You are too winded already, and you know if it were not for the way he is grasping at your thighs, you would be in the water already. “Shit.” Ajax says, tensing between your legs. “Are they looking?”

And sure enough, you hear Bianca’s voice ask if anyone else heard the splashes, with Divina answering it must be the canoes moving with the wind. If you don’t hurry, you are going to get caught, you are already pushing your luck.

“Okay.” You say, trying to pull him up. “I want your cock now.” You blush a little, because it comes out way more demanding than you thought it would, but Ajax only gives a muffled laugh, getting up and kissing you. You can taste yourself on him, smell it even, and it gets you even wetter. He turns you around, peppering your shoulders and back with kisses.

You can feel his erection pressing against your back, closer as you are. You throw your head back, resting it on his shoulder. Quick as lighting, one of his hands goes to your throat, thumb pressing against your lips in an insistent manner. Ajax seems to have a thing for your mouth, and today is no exception.

“Figured…” You hear the tell-tale sound of a condom getting opened and rolled, and you wonder a little how much practice does he have to be able to do it one-handed. Ajax doesn’t lose any time, lining himself up, blunt head pressing at your entrance. You groan, and he takes the opportunity to slip his finger inside your mouth. “Ah… You might need some help keeping quiet…” Ajax says, and thrusts in. His hand muffles your moan. He waits for you to adjust, and when you start rocking your hips against his, Ajax starts fucking you in earnest. He whimpers, muffling the sound against your neck.

You try to suck on his thumb, but he is pounding at you hard and fast, in a way that’s not designed to make this last. He seems to be in a time crutch to bring you to the edge as efficient and brutally as possible. Ajax knows as well as you do that you are running out of time. His free hand drops to your clit, rubbing quick circles around it. He is pulling on all the tricks, all the weak spots he has memorized from exploring your body. Your hips buck and you almost bite the finger in your mouth. You make a conscious effort to relax your body, unclenching your jaw enough, so you can suck at his thumb without biting him. You would like to do more, but Ajax is holding you in a way that doesn’t allow it.

Instead of complaining, you work with what you have. Your hips meet his, thrust for thrust. The pleasure gets too much, too soon, making you cry out weakly. Ajax pulls his thumb away and replaces it with his index and middle finger, starting to fuck your mouth too, rings glinting in the low light. That, combined with the way he is rubbing at your clit, sends you over the edge.

Ajax does a valiant effort of fucking you through it, but the way you are clenching around him proves to be too much. He comes too, biting at your shoulder to keep himself from screaming.

Too caught up on your little bubble, you had lost track of your friends. When you hear steps on the dock, you look back to the lake, panic bubbling in your throat. You turn to look at Ajax, eyes wide. Your panicked look is perfectly mirrored by him. Your friends aren’t in the lake, they are in the dock instead. Which means, any moment from now…

“Oh for fuck's sake, these two were fucking here!” Xavier screams, right above you.

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