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⠀⠀ ࣪ ︵ֺ︵ ㅤAGORA HILLS! ㅤ𝜚 ۪ ⠀⠀

♡𝅼 ͡ ׅ ۟kissing i hope they caught us ....... nsfw ! ۟ ׅ ͡ blurb. includes. lowk panty kink, cumplay-ish, vague somno (implied actress! reader is just a lil tired)

thinking about drew who's like way into toying around with you. there's just something in the way your cunt feels through cotton. when you’re already so warm and twitchy underneath the fabric, already clenching air just from the pressure of his fingertips circling your clit.

you’re too tired to do much else, barely even able to roll your hips the way you usually do. and to him it's the best kind of intimacy there is — the trust you put in him to see you in such a state, the honor to make you feel good, the fact that you let him. the sleepy little pout, and soft sighs that you let out so rarely is really just a bonus.

he cums with a quiet grunt, not even inside you—just in your panties, painting the damp spot he’s been rubbing raw for the last fifteen minutes. thick and hot, leaking over the folds of your pussy and soaking into the fabric. it's disgusting, really. but there's just something about it.

he likes to press his fingers in one more time, like he's sticking the cum back into you-when it's really just the soft cotton. and if he's feeling extra cheeky, he'll make you walk into the next press junket with those exact stained panties. he freaky like that.

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hi!! ( ≧ᗜ≦) i'm currently in the process of revamping this account to a drew starkey one. and if you are seeing this? probably means ur'e fan!! that's great, c'mere ಇ. i'm designing a drew starkey x actress! reader series. and i'd love if you left some ideas either in the comment section or in my ask box (can be smutty but pls provide detail) + you can also leave ideas/thoughts about rafe cameron

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我 ⸼ ࣪ dreaming ...  ︶ིྀᩧ (aka. harry having a rather.. sexual dream about you)

harry is warm. too warm. he shifts in his sleep, forehead damp, body sluggish. his fingers flex against the mattress, and in his mind, they’re digging into the very plush of your thighs.

your eyes are wide, almost doe like, just the same eyes that innocently enough helped him through a few questions during arithmancy. bottom lip caught between your teeth, a soft little hum vibrating in your throat when you finally get his trousers open. he’s so hard it aches.

“fuck,” he groans, hips jerking when your fingers brush over him, thick blanket rising. the lightest of touches, barely anything, but his cock twitches like he’s already inside you, like you’re already wrapped around him.

his brows furrow, eyes remaining closed, breathing riggid a bit uneven. a little string of curses leaves his mouth, and then whispered hushed, like even his brain knew it was wrong, your name.

you exhale slow, watching him shift from the side of the bedroom, his hips rolling into nothing, brows knitted like he’s aching — like it hurts. truly, you just heard louder breathing and got a tad bit worried, or perhaps you just wanted to check wheather harry was actually the type to snore — the least of what you were expecting, was this.

your eyes lower to watch the way his own hand disappears under the fabric, somewhere half between sleep and conscious. his breath hitches, hips jerking up into his own fist, the outline of the blanket not doing him any favors, the thick outline clearly visable.

your mouth goes dry. it’s obscene really — the way his hand moves, slow and deliberate, like he’s savoring it. like he’s savoring you, he'd definetly like to. your name slips from his lips again, softer this time, breathless. like a prayer. like a fucking plea.

heat licks up your spine, coils tight in your stomach, in close contrast to a whole different kind of heat within you. you shouldn’t be watching this. you should leave, pretend you never saw, give him the dignity of privacy. but you don’t.

not when his brows pinch like that, not when he lets out the filthiest little moan, not when he grips himself tighter, hips rutting into his own palm like it’s just not enough.

and suddenly he's awake.

maybe you had moved a step to loudly, did the corridor floor creak? did you breathe to loudly? did you make a noise yourself, to deep within your own rush?

his lashes flutter, heavy-lidded, hazy with sleep and lust. there’s a sluggish confusion in his gaze, like his brain is still catching up to reality, to the fact that he’s not alone. then, his cheeks flush deep red, even brightly visable in the dim lightning. his fingers flex where they’re still wrapped around his cock, coming to a quick hold.

a good solid twenty seconds pass by, just staring at each other. his eyes are just a bit wider though, and your own lips are parted. you don't know what exactly moves you, but you step closer, truly the floor was incredibly squeaky.

you sit down by his bed, bedding plush and comfortable, his eyes flutter again, like he can't fucking believe it — you, the girl he had been crushing on for years. in his bed. right by his side. watched him jerk off.

lean forward, slow and unsure, before pressing a soft kiss onto his lips. your lips are soft, warm, tentative against his own. it’s barely anything — just a whisper of a kiss. his head spins. maybe he’s still dreaming. maybe he’s lost in some feverish delusion where you’re right here, right within reach, where you want him just as badly as he wants you.

but then you shift closer, tilting your head, deepening the kiss just slightly. and fuck, he feels it, the way you exhale through your nose, the way your fingertips brush against the bare skin of his arm. real. you’re real. he moans into your mouth, dazed and desperate, lifting a shaky hand to cup your cheek. you let him, tilting into his palm, lashes fluttering when his thumb brushes over the soft curve of your cheekbone.

you whisper against his lips, head spinning quite yourself, "was it about me?"

his throat bobs. "yes."

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u get me so high (aka. high! mattheo riddle fucking you stupid)

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☆゙ ۫ 🦷‌ ֶָ ࣪ ׅ u get me so high ... 言 ʾʿ ›‹ aka. high! mattheo riddle fucking you stupid

high! mattheo riddle who rolls the joint between his fingers, lazy and slow, like he has all the time in the world. as if you weren't actively lying between his legs, thighs spread wide upon his earlier request, dripping onto the sheets, bare and raw.

just as lazily does he drag his thumb across your slick. you twitch, hips jerking up, but he tsks, presses you back down with one hand firm on your lower stomach.

mumbles how needy you were, 'what, that joint got you all dumb for me?'

you nod. half-lidded eyes, lips glossy, head light and floaty, all you can manage on doing is focus on the feeling of his fingers dragging up and down your soaked cunt, a repeated slow pattern. the little fucker is trying to rile you up.

he taps your clit, just once, just enough to make you whimper, and then he finally — finally— slides two fingers in, slow and deep. crooks them just right. watches the way your mouth drops open, watches the way your pretty little body trembles, and then, fucking hell — he laughs. mean.

he goes on; tsks about you squeezing around him 'already', that weed really does have you fucked up, doesn't it?

his fingers pick up pace, dragging slick noises out of you so loud, so filthy. then, presses his palm down on your lower belly, feels the way your cunt clenches. his free hand trails up, grabs your jaw, forces your dazed eyes to look at him.

“nah, no closing your eyes, sweetheart. you wanted this,” he murmurs, thumb swiping over your swollen bottom lip. he lets you suck it, lets you moan around it, before pulling it out with a soft pop.

you try to say his name, resulting in a string of little 'm's sprawled around the room, before you evntually give up. settling on a moaned 'm'love you'.

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᠀𓏲　⠀ ﹏ switch ! mattheo riddle who makes love. contrary to what most of the slytherin smut community thinks, that man is a sucker for soft! yearning! sex. he's got you all over his lap, the world outside doesn't exist. nothing, not even the quidditch victory after party could compare. he couldn't care less ... mumbles what lucky man he is to have you all over him, 'i'd give up all my trophies for you, pretty girl'

hell, not even his favorite scotch could compare to the soft feeling of your hands tangeled in his hair, at times digging into the brown locks, sometimes casually untagling small knots that have built. but this time your hands are wrapped around his bare back, faintly tracing over the little scars that he knows you know by heart. oh, what a pleasure it is to have you hug him, embrace him in such gentle matter when he's fucking right into you.

his mouth finds your shoulder, teeth grazing, lips pressing onto the fragile skin, for a seconnd you'll think he'll bite into you ── he rarerly does though. just resumes to pressing kisses onto every little mole, kisses that he knows you'll still feel tommorow, yet no one will see.

they are only yours to keep, yours to feel, yours to remember.

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─── hi! my name is gigi. 19. she/her. here are the people i write for : drew starkey (my love #1) ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡

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