This oneshot scenario was requested by @siesirp. Sorry it's been such a long time yall, but this summer has been really busy for me and it's only going to get busier! I just wanna let y'all know that even though I don't update often I still check back here and read all of your lovely comments! They're very encouraging and I look forward to creating more for you guys in the future.

The attached art is not directly related to the story but I am proud of it so I thought I'd post it here for all the Ludwig lovers. If you'd like to see more of my art, I have an IG account under DreamStoryM as well.

Also I just wanted to say that unchecked jealousy ruins relationships. If either you or your partner find yourselves often feeling jealous you guys should talk it out like mature adults outside of a sexually charged context. This story is just fantasy and not representative of real life and I know that some of you are well aware of that but some of you may not be so I just wanted to put that out there for the good of the group.

Anyways, now that that is out of the way, as always, if you have a request, leave it on the request page! And if you like this oneshot, be sure to leave a vote on it. I hope you guys enjoy!

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2:30 couldn't come soon enough. You hastily packed up your stuff and made a beeline for the door.

"Woah, wait up! Where's the fire?" You heard a familiar voice call to you.

Since classes started up again a few days ago, you and Naxwell had been hitting it off. His presence next to you made an otherwise boring class at least a little more interesting. But he had never stopped you after a lecture before.

You smiled. "If I stayed in that classroom any longer, I was going to fall asleep."

"Same. Maybe when it's time to send in our course evaluations, we should tell him that instead of boring students to death, he has a promising career making those weird ASMR videos." Naxwell joked.

"Damn. That would be a little harsh, wouldn't it?"

Naxwell looked away sheepishly. " Y-yeah, I guess you're right. Um, anyways, my friends and I are gonna be throwing a party a-and I was wondering if you wanted to come?"

Before you could respond, you felt Ludwig walk up beside you, ready to walk you to your next class as per usual.

He pounced immediately. "Who is this?"

"Ludwig, this is Naxwell. Naxwell, Ludwig." You explained.

Naxwell grinned. "Nice to meet you," and offered his free hand. Ludwig accepted it with a hesitation that you hoped Naxwell did not notice.

"Likewise." Ludwig replied, though his tone did not match Naxwell's joviality.

Naxwell chuckled awkwardly. "So, um, anyway I would really love to see you there. But no pressure if you can't make it. I'll send you a text with the details later. I'll, uh, see you around!"

As soon as the two of you turned the corner, Ludwig retrieved his hand sanitizer from his messenger bag.

"What?" He exclaimed upon seeing your disapproving look,"You know I don't like shaking people's hands. Who knows where his grubby mitts have been?"

"Uh huh."

"And who was that anyway? Why was he talking to you?"

"So it's weird for classmates to talk to each other after class now?"

"Well, no....why didn't you introduce me as your boyfriend?"

"Because 'my boyfriend' is not your name."

"You could've said both. It wouldn't have been that difficult."

"Sure, but I just didn't think of doing it like that," You responded impatiently, "Why do you care so much anyway?"

"Because he needs to know you're off limits. Let him find another poor girl to lure into his bedchamber."

You scoffed and playfully rolled your eyes but didn't legitimize that line of thinking with a reply.

"Regardless of his intentions, you couldn't possibly accept his invitation. You and I will have a study date planned."

"You don't even know when the party is yet!" You chuckled.

"We always study together."

"We don't have to. We can miss a day."

That shut Ludwig up. You felt a little bad for being so harsh, but he was being absolutely ridiculous. And it wasn't like he never spared a harsh word towards anyone else. Besides...even though you weren't interested in Naxwell like that at all, you had to admit it was entertaining seeing Ludwig get so worked up over you.

***

The smell of burnt hair filled your modestly sized dorm room. Your roommate whipped around to face you, her red hair cascading around her freckled shoulders.

"How do I look? I think I need to go over it with the flat iron again just one more time--"

"For heaven's sake, give it a rest, Gala. At this rate, you won't have any hair left to iron." You replied.

She waved your comment off dismissively. "Lighten up, it's perfectly safe. I used a heat protectant." She pointed out, shaking the bottle at you.

Gala turned around to fuss over her hair in the mirror again. "I don't know....I heard Roi was going to be there. I have to look smashing!" She said, adjusting her dress so that it exposed the perfect amount of cleavage.

"Are you sure you don't wanna come?"

"Ludwig and I have plans."

"What plans?"

"A study date."

"Jesus, [Y/N], I don't know how many times I've told you that studying is not a date. But I suppose that's what you get for hooking up with such a geek. Besides, what are you two even studying anyway? Classes just started."

"That's exactly why now is the time to get ahead. Maybe if you tried it, you wouldn't be so stressed out later in the semester. Procrastination is a killer, you know?"

Gala only rolled her eyes. She came and sat down on your bed next to you, offering you her best smile.

"Please, [Y/N]? I really don't want to go alone. You know it's not safe, strength in numbers and all. Besides, you're the only one who stays off the drink and we need a designated driver. And it's been a long week. I think you deserve a fun time to relax and unwind, rather than staying cooped up inside. And that Naxwell bloke is really fit. Sure you're not into him, but you need to keep Ludwig on his toes. Maybe then he'd actually try to show you a good time every once in a while."

Oh, if only you knew, you thought. You gave her a look of uncertainty but she pressed on, "It'll just be this once. And you know you want to. You were literally just talking about never getting invited to parties the other day. And now you have, and you don't even want to go. Who knows when you'll get another chance--"

"Okay, okay, okay, I'll call him." You giggled, grabbing your phone off your desk and dialing his number:

"Hey, I decided I don't really want to study tonight. I'm going with Gala to Naxwell's party. You know 'strength in numbers' and all." You told him when he picked up.

"But tonight we were going to study."

"I know, but I don't really want to. Besides, is there really any harm if we miss a day?"

You heard him sigh. "I suppose not..."

There was a bit of awkward silence before you said, "You know, if you wanted, you could come too."

"But Naxwell did not invite me."

"Well I'm inviting you right now."

"I do not believe that is how party invitations work."

"Ludwig, do you want to come or not?!"

A few seconds went by before he finally said, "Fine. What time are you girls leaving?"

"[Y/N]! Glad you could make it! And, uh, you too, man. And who is this?" Naxwell smiled when he answered the door.

Before you could even introduce her, she eagerly offered her name. "I'm Gala! I'm [Y/N]'s roommate."

"Well, if you're cool with [Y/N], then you're cool with me. Come on in!"

Following Gala's advice, you'd arrived about 2 hours late, so the party was already in full swing. Upon entering, the smell of cannabis and sweat assaulted your nostrils. He was standing behind you so you couldn't see his face, but you knew Ludwig was visibly grimacing. There were kids everywhere and the music was so loud it made the walls shake. Some were dancing while others decorated the walls, red solo cups full of dubious liquids in hand.

You felt a tap on your shoulder. Ludwig held out a new pair of earplugs to you, still wrapped in their plastic packaging. For some reason, when you had envisioned the party, the eardrum exploding music was absent. You hadn't even thought to bring your earplugs. Ludwig had never been keen on loud noises and that's why he'd invested in his own high quality pair, so you weren't sure why he still carried around the ones they offered for free at the library. Or, you guessed, he knew you well enough to know that you weren't keen on loud noises either. And he also knew you well enough to know you would be foolish enough to forget to bring any when you knew you were going to a house party.

"Thank you." You replied. Gala shot you a disapproving look but you put them in anyway.

"Oh my god, I love this song! Come on, let's dance!" She suggested. Ludwig refused, so you and Gala made your way to the part of the room designated as the dance floor. A few songs came and went and yet Ludwig still continued to occupy the same lonely corner of the room. Eventually you and Gala decided to take a break and indulge in the refreshments.

When Ludwig made his way over to you, you thought he was finally ready to join you, but instead he said, "I'm going to step outside for some fresh air." You nodded and watched him go.

"Girl, I don't even know why you invited him. He's just ruining the vibe." Gala complained.

You shrugged. "I don't know...I'm just starting to feel bad about canceling on him and the whole 'trying to make him jealous' thing."

"See what I mean? Ruining the vibe." Gala rolled her eyes. "Have you seen Roi yet?"

"Gala, if Roi were here, everyone would've seen him." You chuckled. "7 feet of muscle isn't exactly hard to miss."

"Speaking of which, looks like Naxwell is coming over here. Hurry up and go to him!" Gala urged.

"What?! No--"

But Gala ignored your protests. Now that he was close enough, she shoved you forward. You tripped and fell into his arms. You thanked all the Gods out there listening that he didn't fall over and smash his skull open.

"Woah, are you okay?" He asked, voice full of genuine concern. As soon as you were steady, you stepped back, putting a comfortable amount of distance between you two.

"Yeah...I'm just...oh my God, that was so embarrassing. I'm so sorry." You apologized. At this point, you were sure your face was as red as the cups that littered the floor.

"Yeah, kinda, but that's okay. The floors can get kind of slippery. Anyways, I just came over to ask if you wanted to dance to the next song? Your friend can too, if she wants."

He seemed to sense your hesitation, for he said, "Look, I won't get handsy, if you're not comfortable with that. At least, I won't if you don't throw yourself at me first."

You chuckled at his attempt at humor and eventually shrugged. "Sure, why not?"

The two of you found your spot on the dance floor and started getting into a groove. It was a fast song, and those were some of your favorites. As the music grew faster and faster, you could spin and spin and almost enter a sort of trance, where your vision blurred and your head got foggy and it was just you and the music. Or maybe that fogginess was just all the smoke from the weed.

The song ended and the two of you collapsed down, sweaty and laughing and dizzy. You almost jumped when your vision steadied itself back to normal and Ludwig was standing in front of you.

"May I have the next dance?"

"Uh, sure." You replied, a little surprised. To your knowledge, Ludwig had never been much of a dancer. Especially not at a place like this.

He took your hand in his and helped you to your feet. He led you back to the dance floor, his brown eyes fixed on Naxwell. His sudden display of possessiveness brought an unexpected fluttery feeling to your loins.

They were playing a slower song now and once you found your place, Ludwig pulled you closer than you'd anticipated, your head leaning on his broad chest. He stroked the back of your head tenderly. His heartbeat was wild.

"Are...you okay? Are you enjoying the party?" You asked, looking up at him.

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"I don't know."

"Well why did you ask?"

"I don't know."

"Mmm," was his only reply, but he still seemed distracted. When you turned your head to face where he was looking, he was staring bullets in Naxwell's direction. He abruptly groped your ass. Naxwell's eyes widened and you were filled with embarrassment. You pushed Ludwig away. While you weren't totally against being felt up by your boyfriend, you found such a bold display of affection to be embarrassing. You didn't want everyone else to see you like that.

"Don't do that." You told him firmly.

"Why?" He countered a little too loudly, "Do you not want Naxwell to know that I'm your boyfriend?"

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

Now embarrassed by his own sudden public outburst, Ludwig stormed off. You didn't know where he thought he was going because he'd never been here before but you followed him to one of the unoccupied bedrooms of the frat house anyway.

"What's the matter with you?" You asked.

"Do not play coy with me, [Y/N]. You know what you're doing."

"What are you talking about? What am I doing?"

"I don't like seeing you with Naxwell." He admitted, "That fellow is a bit too friendly and fratty for my taste. I mean, he invited you to this cum-encrusted dump. If it was a party you desired, I could have escorted you somewhere with more class and...less vomit."

You didn't mean to but you can't help but laugh. He couldn't truly expect you to keep a straight face at "cum-encrusted dump".

"So...you finally admit you are jealous of Naxwell?"

"I suppose so...if you knew all along, why did you keep him around?"

"Because despite your unfounded, judgemental assumptions, he actually is a pretty decent guy. And...." you trailed off, closing the space between the two of you. You pressed your breasts against him and traced the vulnerable, freckled skin of his neck with an agonizing tenderness. He stepped back a bit, most likely to hide the growing desire that could hardly be restrained beneath his pants, but it was too late. How unproper of him to be overcome with such feelings in public.

".....you're kind of cute when you're jealous. And sexually frustrated. I like the more dominant, possessive side of you..." You admitted, your touch trailing down his chest and abdomen. Before you could get to his crotch, he grabbed your wrist tightly.

"This is not time for another one of your games, [Y/N]. Do not tease me here if you will not allow me to do anything about it."

"Well in that case," You removed your jacket and threw it aside, before laying back on the bed, "I'm all yours."

In a matter of minutes his shirt was off and his tongue was tasting yours. He unfastened the buttons on your top with an experienced dexterity. His hands kneaded your tender breasts and his hips grinded against you in time with each other. He pulled away from you and moved lower.

"Looks like someone is overdue for another marking." He muttered to himself.

He licked and kissed the tender skin just above your breast. "Oh God," You gasped. Your body writhed into him almost against your will, but he held your arms firmly. You could do nothing but whimper pathetically as he made quick work of your skin, marking what was his, until a new bruise formed onto your chest. And it would remain there, a constant reminder that you were his in this game you two entered so long ago.

Abruptly, Ludwig pulled away again and you whined in protest. He wiped at the saliva on his mouth. "Don't think you're off the hook just yet. Turn over onto your anterior side."

Ludwig's greedy hands groped your thighs and buttocks, adjusting you to his liking. His slender fingers slipped past your underwear, already moist with anticipation. You gasped when you felt him enter your needy cunt.

"I was a little worried about not having any lubricant on hand, but you're already yearning for me and I've hardly touched you. Or, perhaps, it seems the threat of punishment excites you far more than it ought to." He commented.

You made no reply. You knew he was simply teasing you now and that he derived immense pleasure from your sensitivity. Your breathing became shallow once more as he slowly fingered you, but you were growing impatient. You wanted him inside you. You wanted it since you felt him grinding into you. And he knew you wanted it too.

He pulled out and licked your desperation from his fingers. "I think you're ready now, wouldn't you say?"

You'd been ready. You'd needed it since you felt his manhood against your clit.

He slowly slid off his belt and unzipped his fly. Even from where you lay, you could see the spots of moisture in his underwear created by his own excitement. He unceremoniously removed his cock, head glistening with precum. "My, my, look at what a mess you've made, [Y/N]~" He took the condom from his wallet and deftly put it on.

"Would you like to be filled now, [Y/N]?"

"Yes!"

"By whom? You seem to be pretty friendly with that Naxwell fellow. You sure you wouldn't want him to escort you to Pound Town?"

"For goodness sake!" You burst out laughing at the unexpected reference and your laughter made him giggle. How could he expect you to keep a straight face upon the mention of a song like that?

To your surprise, he indulged you by inserting the tip. The welcome pressure earned a whimpering gasp from you. The deep moan he emitted when he entered turned you on even more. Your heart was pounding and your breath quickened. You tried to push into him but his hands kept you in line.

"God, [Y/N], you always squeeze me so tightly." He grunted with a sigh, muttering so quietly it was almost as if he were speaking to himself.

And he was right, but you couldn't help it. Whenever he entered, your vagina instinctively tightened around him. She knew what she wanted and she didn't want to let go of it. He rocked his hips and adjusted himself. You cried out desperately as you felt him push and throb against your walls.

"Yes! Yes, I'm sure I don't want him, I want you!" A helpless, desperate moan escaped you as he pushed himself deeper. The fullness of his girth stretching your entrance filled you with euphoria. It was slightly painful but in a good way. It felt like your hips were on fire yet all the sensation seemed concentrated in that one place. Feeling him enter you was your favorite part and he knew it. But you wanted more, you needed more and he knew that too.

"You? I don't know who this "You" fellow is. Should I be worried about him too? You seem to be....nngh...quite popular with the boys in your class." He chuckled, feigning ignorance. He began thrusting shallowly and you found it hard to speak as waves of hot tingles radiated throughout your body. Your legs trembled beneath him. The thought of him thrusting inside you again and again, claiming what he owned...his body grinding against yours...it was all enough to drive you mad.

"No...no...I don't want N-Naxwell o-or any of them!" You pleaded into the bed sheets, "I want you to hurry up and fuck me!

"So demanding! Jealousy doesn't feel good, [Y/N]. When you try to make me jealous, it hurts my feelings, did you ever think about that?"

"I know, I know I'm sorry...just...please! Naxwell is j-just some guy! I want you, Ludwig, I only want you!"

Ludwig leaned down to your ear, the hair on his abdomen tickling your back. "And you shall have me. And no one else. And do you know why, [Y/N]?"

"N-no...uh...I don't know..." You stammered, not particularly in the mood for guessing games now that he'd pulled out and left you empty and yearning for him.

"For out there, your body belongs to you, but your heart shall always belong to me."

You paused and stared up at him.

"What?"

"I...wasn't expecting you to say that. Aww, Lud, that's actually kind of romantic."

"I know, I thought of it myself."

"Aaaaand you ruined it."

He slapped your thigh and you giggled at his feigned indignance.

You sighed when you felt him enter you again. He slowly thrust deeper and it was as if your heat were greeting an old friend. It seemed Ludwig was also feeling romantic, for he massaged your walls with a slow and steady pace rather than the hard and fast fucking you usually got when the two of you played like this.

The fullness of him fully inside you...his chest on your back...his thighs on yours...your hearts beating as one...the lustful way he grunted your name and you moaned his return....it was perfect. A lock and key. Warmth. Comfort. When he was inside you, it felt like everything was as it should be.

It was almost enough to make you forget that the of two of you were fucking in some strangers bed in the middle of a frathouse party. But once that post nut clarity hit the two of you like a freight train, you rushed to dress, clean up, and hide the evidence before getting out of there.