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I CAN SMELL YOUR SICKNESS | Assassin!Theodore Nott x Assassin!Reader

Summary: He didn't know why you'd chosen him of all people to toy with, turning your work into a twisted game, a deadly chase, but he would make sure that you knew it was the worst mistake you had ever made. [5.8k]

C/W: 18+. Violence. Murder. Rough sex. Piv. Blowjob. Dirty talk. Dacryphilia. Biting. Angry and obsessive Theo. Kind of batshit crazy reader (i love her). Kind of cheating - its mentioned theo has a wife but its a for show kind of marriage.

A/N: did i fall in love with both theo and the reader whilst writing this??? yes i did 🤭

Theo thrived on order.

His entire life was compartmentalised, his home, his work - his other work.

There was a reassurance that calmed him knowing that the lines would never blur, that he'd gotten far too good at what he did to ever let them, that every kill he made was quick and neat, flawless. Beautifully untraceable.

He never got more involved than was necessary, not when he had perfected the art of sweeping in like a ghost and disappearing just as quick. Only ever leaving behind a dead body and a perfectly curated set-up to point to what was, quite obviously, a mere tragic accident and absolutely not the result of anything far more sinister.

But you.

God help him, you were the personification of mess. A savage storm raging between tissue and bone, a waking fucking nightmare, a harbinger of death in its most brutal form.

You thrived on chaos and it curled around you like smoke, like the inky spill of pitch black night, seeping into the crisp, clean edges of Theo's life the same way you seeped into his mind. Beneath his skin and into his bloodstream, spreading, festering, like an infection.

He'd never wanted someone to kill someone like he yearned to kill you, to feel the hot splash of your blood stain his hands and watch with some viciously rooted, fucked up delight as that ever taunting smile dropped from your lips.

He didn't know why you'd chosen him of all people to toy with, turning your work into a twisted game, a deadly chase, but he would make sure you knew it was the worst mistake you had ever made before the light faded from your eyes.

****

When another name appeared before him, his mind was still silently reeling from your first encounter.

The bold ruthlessness of your kill, the playful glint in your eyes when you'd turned and found him watching with his gun aimed at your blood spattered chest. The soft, threatening purr of your voice.

He'd mistaken you for the victim’s companion, a soon to be unfortunate in a ‘terrible mugging gone wrong’, his lip curling in disgust when he’d followed the two of you into an alley at the back of a seedy club and watched as the man had groped at you. Shoving his tongue gracelessly inside your mouth whilst you'd moaned, loud and dramatic.

But then a wicked flash had caught his eye and he’d froze, faintly stunned as you’d pushed the man back, twin daggers in your hands that you crossed at his throat before slashing them down with a dramatic flourish.

He'd watched in disbelief whilst you observed the thud of slack limbs hitting the floor with a dark, gleaming satisfaction.

And even when you had elegantly stepped over the body, avoiding the blood that crept over the ground close to your feet, and caught sight of him standing there, that look had never once faltered.

Instead you had smiled, sticky sweet and pretty as sin.

“Theodore, I assume?” You’d murmured silkily, grinning when those cold eyes of his narrowed, his body stiffening. Finger twitching over the trigger. “Fancy being a sweetheart and cleaning that up? I have somewhere to be and it would be poor manners to show up all bloody, don't you think?"

What. the. fuck.

His mind had raced, tongue turning to lead in his mouth as you’d winked at him.

The fucking nerve of you.

The stupidity.

You’d just killed someone in front of a witness, revealed yourself as a threat to a man with a gun aimed on you, how had you not realised he was seconds from putting a bullet through that gorgeous skull?

He just needed to sate the violent screeching of alarm bells in his head first. The itch of worry beneath his skin that if he was compromised, were the others too?

Were they in danger? Were you here to kill him and then his friends, his strange little family?

"Who are you? He'd hissed, large hands caging your delicate wrists when he'd struck, swift as an arrow, and slammed you into the wall. “How the fuck do you know my name?”

You should have fought back, that was his first thought, but your blood soaked blades had remained dangling in a hold that was barely there, let alone tense enough to fight.

Then he thought there should have been at least some hint of fear, that your pupils should have dilated or your skin should have trembled even lightly beneath the imposing weight of his body pressing you into the cold, damp brick.

But instead, you’d only smiled wider. Leant in close enough for your nose to nudge at the sharp curve of his jaw, a sly grin tugging at your lips when he swallowed harshly.

"Oh Teddy, I know all about you and your little team. I have to know who my competition is after all."

In his surprise you had slipped away from him, disappeared into the night like smoke on the wind and he'd been forced to make the call only seconds later to put his entire team on finding out who you were.

Yet, infuriatingly, he was still no closer to that little discovery.

You hadn't resurfaced since and there had been no physical evidence to find, no sign or hint you existed, not even a whisper, and Theo was pretty sure that his team thought he was losing it.

That the years of being the emotional equivalent of a black hole had left his sanity fragile, as crackable at a moment's notice as an eggshell from the crushing weight of everything he had done teetering on top of it.

But there was no way in hell he was hallucinating you, as much as it may have felt like you were his own personal demon risen from the pits of a hell he didn't believe in to torment him.

Not even his head was that fucked up.

Only just enough, he supposed, for him to be thankful for the distraction when the next slip of paper came through, another unsuspecting name printed in weathered ink that he barely glanced at before reaching for his laptop and doing a little research. Booking a flight to Barcelona– Pansy would be jealous – next day return.

He never took time to explore places after his work like some of the others did, didn't like to linger where he killed, but at least it was a chance to get you out of his head for a day or two. To work some of that frustrated energy that he'd been carrying around out on a kill.

He was almost looking forward to it.

But then the first postcard shortly followed.

It arrived at his desk without fuss, no explanation or sender information. Just his name, the address of his work and a single sentence written on the back of a picture of La Sagrada Família.

See you soon.

****

Four postcards were in his hand at the end, pointing to Spain, France, Italy and England.

A game of cat and mouse played across each country a member of his team called home that had gradually caused Theo’s ironclad control to slip.

He was furious, caring less and less about the target with each destination, each taunting sentence scrawled across a creamy card staring back at him as he grew steadily more unhinged.

See you soon.

Too slow, handsome, try to keep up.

I feel like you're not even trying, Teddy bear.

And finally;

The name of a hotel and a room number in central London, followed by a cheeky don't keep me waiting.

He saw red then, brilliant bursts of crimson, hellish scorches of black.

The cards were crumpled in his grip, ruined in the agonisingly tight fist of his hand because the only way he could fucking breathe through the fury whipping around inside him was by imagining it was your throat, your delicate skin he was crushing beneath his fingertips.

And when he stalked out into the night, his blood bubbling in his veins and teeth grinding almost painfully, he told himself you would be dead by the end of it. Reduced to nothing more than a fleeting nuisance in his life that he intended to eradicate.

He didn't need to know who you were or how you know the things that you did to put a single bullet in that pretty little head.

All he needed was the rage soaring to a new, deadly height inside of him and the knowledge that he fucking despised you.

****

The hotel was all bright marble and low lighting, lavish furniture that didn't look comfortable in the slightest, elegant statues that probably should have been in an museum instead of some reception, and he wanted to roll his eyes at the fact you would lure him somewhere like here.

Of course you couldn't just go for somewhere quiet or understated, somewhere there was no risk of drawing attention.

It forced him to wonder if you'd had a hand in the target's wearabouts all along, plucking the strings like a puppet master to position both her and Theo the way you wanted them. In all the places you could use to burrow under his skin that little bit more.

He had to admit there was a relentlessness to you that he would have admired if things had been different. A dedication without rival in anyone he knew or even Theo himself.

You must have spent ages implanting yourself in the targets life to pull this off. To remain so close the entire time and hold so much sway as to where she went, where she stayed, ate, leisured, and it reminded him of the night he met you.

The way you had let that mark get so close, smearing unworthy kisses over your perfect skin, amateurish hands grabbing at you sloppily before you’d eventually torn him open.

Did you get that close to all of them?

Did they all get to kiss the tempting swell of your lips, lick the taste of chaos and death from your mouth and feel the dizzying press of your body against theirs.

Fuck, he needed to get it together.

He tasted the familiar, copper tang of his own blood where his teeth had scored the thick of his tongue and it was enough to snap him out of the debauched fantasy that plagued him and back into the cold, sharp sting of reality.

It wasn't his place to be jealous of who you fucked.

In fact, it opened up a pit of violent disgust in his stomach that he had even thought about it, that he'd imagined himself in a faceless person's place whilst fisting his throbbing cock at the thought of hearing you moan his name.

At least he had only done it once.

Twice.

Fine, it had become a major problem that everytime he touched himself he thought of you. That everytime he closed his eyes, he pictured you beneath him. Above him. Curled so tightly around him it was impossible to tell where one of you began and the other ended.

It was a temporary insanity.

He'd deal with it.

But when he finally reached the room, you were ready for him in a way that he could never replicate. The sight of you always a shock to the system, a debilitating blow to the gut whilst you were the absolute picture of calm, smug elegance.

Wrapped in a crisp, unbuttoned white shirt tucked into dark pants and hair strewn over the side of the plush armchair you were sprawled across.

There was a glass of whiskey in one hand and one of your daggers in the other, the blade dancing effortlessly around your nimble fingers whilst your eyes gleamed as you watched him over the rim of your glass.

His gun was aimed at you in seconds and a slow, feral grin spread across your lips at the sight.

"I take it you didn't appreciate the little trail of breadcrumbs I left for you then." You sighed, all faux heartbreak and wounded misery, pouting at him mockingly before your tinkling laugh echoed through the silence of the room.

He fucking hated it.

Hated the way it set his blood aflame and made his slacks that much tighter as his gaze on you snapped hot with rage.

"I don't appreciate you fucking with my work." He snarled, taking a single, intimidating step closer. "I don't know why you dragged me here, why you didn't just kill the target when you first caught up to her, why you chose to play this twisted fucking game with me but you're about to regret all of it."

You rolled your eyes then, swung your legs elegantly from the arm of the chair and dropped them to the ground as you leaned towards him. Placing the glass and the dagger on the floor before shrugging like it was all so obvious.

"I wanted to see if you'd follow."

Theo blinked at you.

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean."

"You said it yourself." You answered slowly, gaze calculated, glinting with something that made his fingers itch to pull the trigger just so he wouldn't have to hear what you said next. "I could have killed her in Spain and again in France, Italy was more of a holiday, you know you should really check in with your family more, but anyway, you knew I had got there first every single time yet still you followed the cards. Why?"

Theo couldn't answer.

At least he couldn't with anything he would ever fucking admit, he'd rather shoot himself first. But he was obsessed, there was no denying it.

It was as blatant as a pistol whip across the face, the deep slice of a knife from sternum to navel, cleaving him raw and bloody in the sick truth of it.

It had never been about finding the mark and completing the job, it had always been about finding you and fuck, did the realisation make the hate he felt flood his tongue, thick and bitter as poison.

He hissed. "I followed only for the pleasure of putting you down. Nothing more."

Your smile was indulgent when you arched a brow at him, eyes glittering with amusement as you slipped from the chair and slowly stalked towards him.

It felt like there was an alarm screeching in his brain, the word danger flashing over and over in bright neon fucking light, and still all he did was watch you creep closer. Watched you lift your hands to where his were clasped around his gun, stroking his skin and making him shudder before taking one final step and raising your joint hands to press the gun to your own forehead.

"Go right ahead." You taunted softly. "This is the second time you've had a gun pointed at me, told me your cute little fantasy of putting a bullet in me, but honestly Teddy, I'm really starting to doubt your commitment."

He felt the surprise slacken his face before he could stop it, his suspicious gaze flickering over your features, trying to figure out what the game it was you were playing before it narrowed further.

"What have you done with her? The target." He bit out and you smirked.

Fucking. Smirked.

"Dead, just moments before you arrived actually.” You answered mildy, innocently, as if you were telling him something mundane, like how it would rain tomorrow, and not that you had murdered someone. “So I guess either you kill me now or your entire trip has been for nothing."

There was a beat of silence.

A sharp breath.

And then Theo exploded.

****

He didn’t even consider shooting you after that, he just lunged like some kind of vicious beast, burning dark and wild with the need to tear you apart with his own hands.

And only then did you suddenly burst violently to life.

The second he slammed you against the wall your teeth were bared, a flash of perfect bone white ready to be sunken in deep and turned red, your head rearing back before you smashed it forward into his face and made him reel back as he temporarily saw stars.

His fist collided with your jaw before you could duck around him and you hissed like a rabid animal, dodging the next swing and kicking him savagely in the gut when he tried to fly for you again.

Despite his body fighting to double over on itself he managed to work through it and catch you around the waist, swinging you hard into a solid wood cabinet that buried its edges into your side and punched the air from your chest with the pain that exploded through you.

Taking advantage of your dazed state he surged forward then, shoving you back against the wall and slipping a hand to your throat to crush your windpipe like he'd imagined.

But then something changed.

He didn’t know how nor did he know who moved first, all he knew was that your eyes blew wide the instant his fingers squeezed your neck and then his mouth was slamming down against yours in a furious kiss. That when you moaned hot into his mouth, Theo was fucking done for.

He sunk his teeth into the tender give of your lip and sucked at the iron tang of your blood, shoving his tongue deep into the cavern of your mouth to brush with yours over and over.

It felt like he'd been starving his whole life and he'd only just realised when he'd tasted you, the desperation burning away at him endlessly, like he would die of it if he didn’t swallow every last part of you down, possess you in every single way he could think of.

Had already thought of, if his many fantasies whilst he fucked his own hand picturing you were anything to go by.

His hands tore at your clothes, ripping the fabric as the buttons went clattering to the floor and then his eyes went wide, his breath hitching as you threw him off you.

There was something predatory in the way you moved after him, features shadowed in hunger when you knotted your fingers in his shirt to wrench him around and shove him up against the vanity.

He didn't have time to spit curses at the satisfied grin you gave him when the mirror splintered at his back, shards falling from the frame to clatter near his splayed hands, not when you were on him again in seconds.

Lips demanding in a kiss that was all frenzied desire and little softness, another kind of fight whilst your fingers buried in his hair and pulled meanly.

The bright spark of pain caused his neck to arch back, made his cock throb painfully behind the restrictive press of his zipper, and then his hands were snatching at your waist, sliding roughly down to grab at your arse and hauling your hips against him. Grinding into you whilst you mouthed bruises across his jaw and down the muscular line of his throat that drove him wild.

He was fucking lost to the fever you had lit in his blood, delirious almost as it crept through every part of him, scorching. Branding.

Theo let you peel the shirt from his chest, a ragged groan working its way out of his throat when you raked your nails down his stomach.

"Fuck." He exhaled roughly, abs tensing and his hips lurching when you repeated the action before sinking to your knees with a sly grin.

"Is this what you wanted, Theodore? Just needed someone to suck the stress right out of you?” You cooed, a patronising thing that set his teeth on edge. “You could have just asked instead of trying to kill me, baby, no need to choose the boring option."

Even on your knees you were still fucking teasing him, still being cheeky with that sharp tongue of yours and it made him want to lunge for you again. Made him want to throw you on the bed, flip you on to your knees and shove your face into the sheets and teach you a lesson as he drove mercilessly into your dripping cunt until you couldn't fucking speak. Voice broken from screaming for him.

But then you were sliding his zipper down, reaching inside his boxers to free his thick length, and all that escaped him was a softly hissed. "Fuck you."

You chuckled low in your throat, peering up at him coyly from beneath your lashes as you pumped him infuriatingly slow.

"Oh you will, but first–"

He groaned when you flattened your tongue and dragged a wet line up the underneath of his cock to his tip, thighs twitching when you took him into the soft heat of your mouth.

Theo's eyes never left your face, not for second, not that he could have even remembered how to when he was pretty fucking sure you were trying to kill him slowly.

The image of you was seared in his mind, doe eyes staring up at him so sweetly, those perfect lips wrapped around him. Lashes fluttering as you took more and more until your nose nudged the soft curls at the base of him.

Fuck.

He pulsed on your tongue and you moaned around him, the vibration sending a sharp bolt of pleasure slashing down his spine and making him crack that little bit more.

One of his hands shot out to fist at your hair, grasping tight as his hips stuttered and he could barely wait for your subtle nod, slack-jawed and panting, before he was yanking himself back only to thrust his cock back down the soft cushion of your throat the very next second.

You gagged and the wet sound of it echoed around the room, a rabid noise wrenched from his chest when you ripped his slacks down further and sank your nails into his arse to pull him into you.

It sent him careening into a frenzy, snapping his hips against your face and cursing hotly as his length surged in and out of your mouth, harder than he'd ever been in his life and shining wet with your spit.

"You look so fucking pretty like this." He praised roughly, thrusts growing harsh as you hummed around him, pleased. "Taking my cock so well– shit– so fucking perfect– gonna fill that pretty little mouth up and watch you swallow every last drop."

You sucked at him harder, traced the thick veins and ridges with your tongue before burying him deep in your throat and every little part of him that was bunched up tight, all that tension and stoicism that he carried, knotted and stiff in his head and his chest, fucking unravelled.

His stomach muscles clamped down and his orgasm ripped through him, white hot and blinding, hips stuttering as he spilled down your throat for what felt like an eternity before he slipped from your mouth and pulled back to stare at you dazedly.

You looked an absolute mess. A gorgeous wreck with spit-slick, swollen lips from his mouth and cock, your shirt torn open, black lace bra on display, courtesy of his desperate hands, and it all stirred something possessive in Theo’s blood.

Something that had him yanking you back to your feet so he could reclaim your mouth with his, burying the overwhelming feeling by feeding it to his lust and pushing it into you anyway he could.

"Theo." You breathed, needy and wanting, and it killed him to realise he was addicted to his name on your tongue. That it took an unnatural amount of willpower not to command you to say it again. "Wanna feel you, want you to fuck me."

He was tearing at your pants before you could even finish. Ripping them from you along with your pretty, lace underwear, damp from how badly you needed him, and pulling the tattered remains of your shirt from your torso before ridding you of your bra.

You dragged him with you until your back hit the wall, hooking a leg around his hip to pull him into you and he got the hint. His fingers burrowing into the plush backs of your thighs and then both your legs were wound around him. Body caught between cold marble and the flushed heat of his chest and he groaned when his cock slipped against your warm cunt.

He wrapped an arm tight around your waist and buried his free hand between you, sweeping the pads of his fingers over your soaked slit and grinning something dark, more than a little depraved. “Poor little thing, so desperate for my cock aren't you, what makes you think you deserve it, dolcezza?"

You snarled at him then, any sweetness evaporating and the first flash of your anger breaking through that air of superiority you'd held since he'd walked in the room.

He relished it, lapped it up like the sweetest victory, eyes dark on yours, unyielding, as you ground your teeth in frustration.

"How about the fact that I just sucked your dick better than I bet that little doll of a wife of yours has ever been able to." You spat and he immediately tore his hand away from your aching cunt to deliver a sharp slap across your arse.

It made you choke down a moan, defiant, eyes blazing and breath turning jagged.

"Don't be such a fucking brat or I won't touch you and you can use your those cute fingers to try and get yourself off." He warned, cocky with it, so smug that for once it felt like the tables had turned. That he was deep beneath your skin, plucking at your nerves, thinning out your patience.

“My fingers can make me cum better than your cock ever could so go right ahead." You snarked at him and his temper flared red hot, jaw clenching as his eyes narrowed to slits.

He reached between you again and guided his cock against you, deliberately nudging the head against your clit and smirking when it made you jolt, a soft whine slipping from between your teeth.

“Is that so?” Theo murmured, voice dropping low. Huskier. “You think your fingers could fill you the way I could, think they can get nice and deep, hit that place inside you that's gonna make your legs fucking shake for me.”

He kept at it until you were panting, until your glazed eyes fluttered closed and then he snapped his hips and sunk to the hilt inside you with one smooth, mind-shattering thrust.

You gasped, a silent scream catching in your throat as his face dropped to the crook of your neck with a groan, his mouth a punishing heat on your skin whilst he distracted himself. Scattering as many marks as it took for the searing heat in his veins, his stomach, to ebb.

And when it finally did, he drew nearly all the way out before pushing back in achingly slow. A taunt. The crawling pace just enough to stoke that molten burn he could sense simmering beneath your skin just like his own.

It made you rake your nails over him, made your hand find its way to the hair at the nape of his hair and yank it roughly, eyes snapping open to glare at him.

“Yes.” You bit out. Voice noticeably strained.

And Theo fucking grinned.

"Yeah? How many do you think it would take to stretch you like this?” He rasped, a wild noise clawing through his chest when you clenched tight around him. "Do you think your needy little cunt would get them all nice and wet the same way it's drenching my cock right now, dolcezza?"

"Fuck you, Theo– oh my god."

He slammed into you, fucking you raw and desperate inbetween the priceless art that hung on the walls whilst you cried out. Sounding ruined as you squeezed your legs tighter over his hips and told him to go deeper, harder, to not fucking stop.

Your nails scored pretty lines of red down his back before they swept back up and bit into the sweat-damp expanse of his shoulders as he scraped his teeth across your throat. He made an animalistic sound, muffled by the sweet give of your flesh between his teeth, and he was glad you were out of it enough that you didn’t realise how it sounded a hell of a lot like ‘again’.

That you didn't notice he had just lost his head and begged you to mark him, to make him bleed. Gift him lovely, crescent moon scars that he couldn't just wash away or forget about when his team almost had him convinced again that you weren't real.

He didn't know how he was supposed to still kill you when you had him spiralling like this, how he was ever supposed to be rid of you now he knew the heaven that was your perfect cunt wrapped around his cock, clamping down on him so greedily that his head fucking spun.

It made the punch of his hips grow bruising, manic, each spear of his thick cock through your walls knocking you up the wall whilst you clung to him. Pleasure-drunk and gasping.

He felt feral with it, the noises slipping past your parted lips making his blood burn as you rolled your hips frantically into his, and then there was suddenly madness within him. The kind that only you had ever inspired, making him hunger, making him crave, and as he drowned in it he lunged forward to sink his teeth deep into your collarbone.

Hard enough that your blood bloomed hot on his tongue, hard enough that he'd marked you just as savagely as you had marked him and it was enough to have your muscles locking up tight, back arching off the wall and thighs trembling violently around his waist.

You came around him with a sob so intense, it was as if he had thrust his hand through your chest, tangled his fingers in the branches of your lungs, and ripped it out. Whimpers fluttering into his mouth as he raised his head to crush his lips to your own, swallowing them down greedily and smearing your blood between you.

“That's it– fuck– look at the mess you're making, dolcezza.” He groaned, low and filthy. Voice aching whilst he pressed his head to yours and forced you to look down at where you were joined, where he was still viciously fucking up into your fluttering cunt. To where both of you were glistening wet with your release.

“Should I make you clean it up?” Theo murmured darkly. “Make you get on your knees and use that quick tongue of yours to get rid of one of your own messes for once.”

“I'd like to see you try, Teddy.” You spat, and maybe your vehemence would be a little more terrifying if you weren't still gasping and shaking against him.

If there weren't tears of pleasure spilling down your cheeks and dripping between yours and his already slick skin. Instead he laughed, the sound of it rasping, and then his hand was on your chin, lifting your face up so he could drag his tongue over a falling tear as the brutal snap of his hips grew sharper.

“Maybe if you ask nicely, if you begged me for it, I'd do it for you.” He husked and fuck, you were shuddering in his arms, pupils blowing out as you started tightening around him again. “I'd clean you up, taste every fucking inch of you, eat you where your all messy with me, and then I'd fuck you again. And again.”

This was dangerous.

He was becoming unhinged, posessed.

Yet he couldn't stop.

Theo ducked his head to latch his mouth to your nipple as if it would keep him from talking, from revealing the effect you had on him. How much he wanted to fucking devour you whole or unravel you at the seams so he could step between your bones and lock himself inside your ribs.

And maybe you knew, maybe there was something telling in the way he buried you deeper into the wall at his own words, the way his hands were bruising your skin and a rough noise caught at the back of his throat when you rolled your hips just right.

Because you keened at the swipe of his tongue and then your fingers were curling in his hair to wrench his head back, revealing his feral, pleasure-stricken expression to your wild gaze. Your fight returning full force.

“I don't fucking beg, but trust me Teddy, you will.” You whispered against his mouth, licking the rust from where it had dried after he'd bitten you. And then you're hand was slipping between your bodies, snaking down to your clit to touch it in quick movements that had your cunt trying to milk his cock for all its worth.

Doubled with the way your rocking against him, moving in a way that had Theo’s eyes rolling back, his knees threatening to buckle, it felt like he couldn't fucking breathe. Like you were killing him and he couldn't do a damn thing to stop you. Instead the heat in his belly bloomed and bloomed until he spat out a furious curse.

Until you licked the sound of your name from his desperate mouth, the bitten off, reluctant whisper of please, fuck—please, and with a savage grin you let yourself break around him, dragging him violently into ecstasy when he followed the very next second. Cock pulsing as he spilled inside you with a ruined groan.

****

Thanks to the moment of weakness he had displayed, Theo had been determined to regain at least some control, refusing to leave at a disadvantage with the unholy cracking of his begging voice lingering in his ears.

Instead he'd ignored the fact that he should have been putting as much distance between him, you and this hotel as possible, that he should have been heading to the airport and booking an earlier flight to get the fuck away from whatever the hell had happened.

Instead of walking away without another glance, he'd had you again. And again. And again. He'd settled for dragging orgasm after orgasm out of your trembling body until you had kicked him away and eventually begged yourself, pleading for him to let you rest.

And then it wasn't as if he had expected to fall asleep there, to slip into the most peaceful sleep he'd had in years in the circle of your arms with his head pillowed on your chest.

But when he awoke there was no sign you were ever even there, only the smell of your perfume clinging to his skin, the raw sting of your marks and another cream coloured card with his name scrawled on it.

No photo this time.

Just a couple of sentences that made him burn.

Body is in the bathroom, be a darling and take care of it, will you? I'll see you soon, Teddy.

God, he fucking hated you.

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bully!rafe x reader - pt. 2 ౨ৎ₊˚⊹ ᡣ𐭩

part 1 ✧ part 2 ˚୨୧⋆｡

summary:you needed rafe, bad, just as much as he needed you. you both hate to admit it. PORN W/ PLOT! senior year of HS, both are of age

c!w:smut smut smuuuttt, dirty talk, fingering, cum eating, school sex, name calling, finger sucking, edging?, spit, semi-public sex, dry humping, swearing, 18+ MDNI

pairing: bully!rafe x sorta sassy innocent reader

after your experience in the bathroom, you couldn't look at rafe the same. unfortunately for you, hearing his desperate moans only made your need for him worse. you needed him in every way possible. all you could do, was wait for the next time he approached you.

you were trying your best to focus on your work in class, yet your mind was drifting to how pathetic he sounded in that stall. it was hard to not think about it, considering he was sitting in the seat behind you. you could feel his eyes on you, fixing your posture as your mind returned to the worksheet in front of you.

rafe, on the other hand, couldn't be less interested in even attempting to pay attention. he was too focused on the curve of your back, and how your ass looked on the seat. he fidgeted with a pencil in his hand, thinking of some way to piss you off and get your attention. he flicked the pencil in your direction, hitting your back.

you turned around, furrowing your brows at him. you stuck up your middle finger, getting a snicker out of him, whispering "sorry princess" under his breath.

you turned back to face your teacher, who was unfortunately looking right at you.

"miss l/n! how inappropriate of you, now focus on your work!" you sighed, looking down as you felt an embarrassing amount of eyes on you. this only motivated rafe more, waiting to catch you out of class.

as the bell rang, you quickly rushed out of class and headed to lunch. your school was pretty big, and you had found yourself in an empty hallway you didn't even know existed. for rafe, who had been following you, this was the perfect opportunity.

the sound of your dainty mary janes clicking filled the empty hallway, before you heard a familiar voice behind you. "hold up, where you headed off to?" you turned around to meet rafe's eyes, fluttering your lashes at him.

"what the hell do you want rafe?" you sighed at him, doing your best to rile him up. "god, you always like this? like, a sticks up your ass or some shit." he said back to you.

"you're the one always fucking following me around, kinda hard to ignore" you sassed him, faking your carelessness.

"wh- you little fuckin- think you can talk to me like that huh? dirty fucking mouth, fucking whore." he spat at you, his anger rising.

you were committed, you knew if you kept up this innocent girl act, he'd crack in seconds. "d'know what you're talkin bout...." you murmured, lifting your hand up to his chest.

"think you're so perfect, i know you're not some fuckin innocent good girl, you're a dirty bitch." his hand raised to your throat, making you feel like your heart was about to shoot out your chest.

"you just do this shit, so, so, someone could just put you in your place, fuck you right." he shouted at you and pushed you backwards, your back slamming against the empty lockers.

you knew how you were making him feel. he was cracking, he just didn't want you to know. all you did was bite your lips, squeezing your thighs together.

he gently squeezed your throat, feeling himself grow impatient, he couldn't wait to ruin you, every part of you. he hesitated a bit, before his hand trailed up your throat, landing on your jaw.

his curiosity got the best of him, he wanted to see how willing you were. his hand squeezed your jaw, looking at your soft, pink, lips and long lashes. he lifted his index and middle finger up to rest on your lips.

"you'd jus do anything for me? right?" he was right, you would. you placed your hand on his wrist, nodding at him and slightly parting your lips.

he took that as a sign to slip his fingers into your mouth. they slid past your tongue, you swirled them around his fingers as they furthened down your throat, making you gag a little. your eyes began tearing up, you squeezed his wrist, but continued to suck on his fingers.

he couldn't have been more hard than he was right now, his trousers uncomfortably tight on his crotch. "such a dirty bitch...." he muttered, pulling his fingers out and wiping them on his blazer. you were so needy, and he noticed. he ran his hand up your skirt, kissing your jaw.

his fingers slipped into your panties, damp and wet. "so wet, fuck, dirty girl, you jus need me so bad." his hot breath on your ear, while you let out small moans uncontrollably. he traced circles on your clit, running his fingers up and down, before easily slipping them into your tight cunt.

his fingers felt horribly amazing, scissoring into you, making you whine with your arms wrapped around his neck, squeezing his shoulder. "rafe, mmh, please please"

he fingered you harder, before stopping completely. a tear rolled down your cheek, gosh he was so mean. "please what? hm? what d'ya need princess?" he taunted you, humping into you. "please rafe! pleas- just- just fuck me please keep going rafe!" he chuckled at your pathetic begging, and continued abusing your cunt, curling his fingers and perfectly hitting your g-spot.

you felt your climax nearing, slapping his back, while he kept humping into you"rafe! god, 'm so close rafey!" you moaned into his ear. "mhm? you gonna cum f'me baby? cum on my fingers" that was all it took for you to let go, all over his fingers.

you breathed heavily, laying your head on his shoulder while he slipped his fingers out of you, covered in cum. he brought his fingers up to his mouth, and licked them clean. it turned you on, rightfully so. your eyes trailed down to his crotch, noticing the wet patch on his pants. all that bullshit he pulls about being in control, hes just as pathetic as you.

before he let go of you, his hand returned to your jaw, "open" he demanded. you opened your mouth, tongue sliding out too. he spat into your mouth, closing your lips and planting a kiss onto your forehead. he muttered into your ear "your only my slut, kay?" he smoothed out his hair, turning his back away from you, and walking away.

you slid down the lockers, closing your eyes, as your heart beat returned normal. you needed him, you admit that. but he needed you just as much, nobody saw the side of him you did. nobody effected him just as much you did.

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Press Play: Part 2

18+ Theo Nott X Innocent F!Reader (College AU)

Plot: You were just trying to do your duties as a Prefect. After catching Theo stealing from the potions closet, you had no choice but to report him. Now, Theo is out for revenge! You become his latest target and he’s willing to do anything to make sure you learn your lesson. Never snitch on a Slytherin.🐍

CW: Blackmail, Toxic Behavior, Possessive Behavior, Manipulation, Mirror Sex, Teasing, Biting, Spanking (a smidge), Fingering, Tit F***ing, Oral (M!receiving), Dub-Con, Recorded interactions without consent! This story is not intended for Minors! Read at your own risk!

You showed up at his dorm exactly at 9pm the following night. He opened the door for you like a gentleman and you slowly stepped inside. He had prepared for your arrival hours ahead of time, making sure everything was perfectly in place, setting up his hidden camera once again. He had spent most of his day secretly watching you, studying you and your activities, trying his best to learn more about you. He thought you were a loner, at first, until he found out you have a small group of friends. He didn’t know any of them but there was one that kinda…irked him. A guy that seemed to be trying to get close to you. Theo couldn’t help but laugh at the fool. You were completely oblivious to the guy’s advances and ignored him when he tried to flirt with you. It gave Theo a rush, especially after what happened last night.

“How was your day?” He asked as you stood in the middle of the room. It took you a moment to notice his latest addition. Your brows drew together as you stared at your reflection in the full length mirror positioned along his wall.

“It was fine…until now. What’s the mirror for?” You asked softly.

“You’ll see. Strip for me, Bella.” He demanded with a firm but gentle tone as he moved to stand behind you.

You let out a shuddered breath as you kept your eyes locked on your own face in the mirror in front of you.

“Theo…I really am sorry for snitching on you. I hope you know that.” You pursed your lips as you removed your robe and let it flutter to the floor.

“I know, but I faced expulsion because of you. I forgive you but…I still want this. No matter what you say.” He whispered in your ear and your eyes shut in defeat.

You slowly removed your top to expose the undergarments you chose to wear for tonight and Theo smiled to himself as he took in your reflection. You kicked off your shoes but then hesitated to remove your skirt, your hands hovering over the zipper at your lower back. Theo took a few steps closer to you and pressed his body against yours. He reached down to pinch the zipper of your skirt and undo it himself. He wasn’t in the mood for hesitation and needed to see you completely bare for him as soon as possible.

His eyes bored into yours as you both stared into the mirror. He swallowed hard as his gaze roamed over every inch of your tantalizing body. Red. The color you chose to wear under your uniform was bright and vibrant. It screamed look at me and he was definitely drinking you in.

“That’s such a beautiful color on you.” The timbre in his voice tickled your ear and you shivered against him, your nipples growing stiff through the fabric of your bra. You decided to wear a silk demi-cup with pretty ruffles along the edges and a skimpy red thong to match. Your black knee high stockings added the cherry on top to your alluring appearance. Theo pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor. He needed to feel your skin pressed against his.

“I’ve been thinking about this all day. I know exactly what I want to do tonight.” He murmured against your temple as he wrapped his arms tightly around your waist. You turned your face away from him and he chuckled.

“So shy, I fucking love it. You look so sexy tonight. Did you get all dressed up for me?” He asked teasingly.

“N—no! I—I dress up for myself sometimes. It makes me feel good. It’s…a way to build my confidence.” You said proudly with your chin jutting out.

“Well then, I’m glad you chose to be confident tonight.” He shifted to drag his knuckles along your spine and you gasped, arching away from him. He continued to caress up and down your back and watched as your eyes closed in bliss. His fingers trailed down to unclasp your bra then back up over your arms to pull down the silky straps. The material fell from your body and became another piece of decoration on his bedroom floor. He moved in closer and palmed the back of your head, tilting it forward. You were staring at the carpet now and your body was trembling in anticipation. He kissed the back of your neck as his hands snaked around your body to cup your breasts. You moaned softly as you clenched your hands into little fists. He continued to kiss and leave wet trails with his tongue down your spine. His hands and fingers were busy playing with your displayed tits. He got down on his knees behind you and kissed your lower back from hip to hip. He placed a long and firm kiss below your tailbone and you moaned loudly.

“That guy you hang out with…are you interested in him?” He asked as he breathed against your skin.

You hesitated to answer him so he gripped your breasts even harder, making you yelp.

“I—I don’t know. He’s…he has always been nice to me but…I’m not sure he’s what I want.” You murmured as you wiggled in his hands.

“What do you want? Do you even know, Bella?” Theo asked as he released your pretty chest and ran his palms down your body then stopped at your hips. He used his fingertips to toy and tease the waistband of your panties.

“I want…excitement. I want passion. It’s something…that I’ve always desired.” You whimpered as he yanked your thong down to your ankles.

“He can’t provide that for you. Even I can see that.” Theo growled against the flesh of your ass.

“Do you think I want blackmail? I’m here…because if I’m not…you’ll release that video of me.” Your fists were still clenched and your jaw joined them in tension.

“That’s correct. But…judging by your lust filled reactions…I’d say you want this very much. If he flirts with you. Turn him down! Do you understand?” Theo asked abruptly as he bit into your plump ass cheek. You cried out and tried to push him away but he held you firmly by your hips. He yanked you close to him again and delivered a swift slap to your other cheek. He looked at the bite mark he left behind as he stood up to wrap his fingers around your neck and pull you against his body, his erection digging into your back. You fought against him, your nails digging into his forearm, but he noticed the slick arousal dripping down your thighs in the mirror.

“Wh—why? Are you—jealous, Theo?” You snarled through gritted teeth and he laughed.

“No. I just don’t want that fucker to ruin my plans with you.” He sneered.

“You’re sick! You know that right?” You scowled as he leaned in to kiss your jaw then lick down your neck, stopping at your shoulder.

“Maybe so, but I’d say you’re pretty sick too, Cara Mia.” He grinned wickedly as his eyes dipped to your wet pussy.

“I’m not! I would have this reaction with anyone! It’s perfectly natural!” You growled and struggled against him but his free hand slid down the front of your body and his fingers slipped between your soaked folds. You whined as he pulled you closer and forced you to stare into the mirror.

“Look at what I do to you. You’re like this because of me…and you know it.” He smirked cockily as you scowled at both of your reflections showcased in the mirror. You grew quiet and didn’t argue, you just chose not to look at him again. He was starting to learn your habits. You wouldn’t look at him every time he was right. This was fine by him. The less arguing, the better.

He kissed your temple as his thumb rubbed against your pulse and his other fingers continued to stroke and tease your aching cunt. More of your juices traveled down your legs as you writhed against him and bit back moans. He pressed his body into yours and pushed you further towards the mirror. Theo turned your head so you were forced to look at your reflection.

“If you don’t want to look at me, at least watch yourself, Tesoro.” He breathed against you before nibbling on your earlobe. You swallowed hard against his palm but still refused to open your eyes. He sighed heavily with a slight shake of his head then pinched your clit between two of his fingers, making you cry out. Your eyes flashed open in an instant and blinked rapidly over what you were seeing. His fingers were working you into a dripping mess, his other hand was wrapped comfortably around your throat, and your body was perfectly flushed with arousal.

“Look at you. So fucking gorgeous. Every inch of you is delectable, it drives me wild, your body is absolutely beautiful. While you’re with me, don’t ever hide that.” He released your neck to wrap his arm firmly around your chest and added more pressure to your pussy with his diligent fingers. You moaned loudly and tossed your head back against his shoulder. He took this open opportunity and started to kiss and suck on your exposed neck. He groaned and snarled against your skin as he pulled you even tighter into his body. He worked his fingers from your clit to your aching entrance and back up again. His strokes became more aggressive while he picked up his pace. Your mouth was hung open as you started to tremble. Theo was sure that you would be on the floor right now if he wasn’t holding you up. Your moans and whimpers had his cock twitching in his pants and he was trying desperately to restrain himself.

Reluctantly, he removed his hand from your soaked pussy and pulled you down with him to sit on the floor in front of the mirror. You were wedged between his legs and he placed both of his hands under your knees to spread your thighs open to show off your pretty cunt.

“Would you look at that…so damned beautiful.” He whispered in your ear as he rested his head on your shoulder. Now, he had a perfect view of everything he wanted to see as you sat in front of him.

“Show me…how you touch yourself.” He demanded as your eyes grew wide.

“What?” You asked in surprise.

“What? You thought I would help you finish? Ah ah ah, Sweetheart. You’re going to please yourself…for me.” He grinned before gently pressing his lips to your neck. Your pulse was clearly pounding as you gulped due to his request. You shut your eyes and sighed before moving a shaky hand to your wet pussy. You were so hesitant but he decided that he wouldn’t push you and would let you go at your own pace. Your fingers dipped to your entrance before you slid them back up to your clit. You repeated these motions at a slow and steady pace, biting your lip as you watched yourself in the mirror.

“Just pretend I’m not here. Let go and don’t hold back, Bella.” He cooed against the damp skin of your neck. You appeared to be eager to listen to him because your fingers started to tease your pussy even faster. Theo’s hand moved to grasp your hip while the other reached around to toy and pluck at your nipples.

“I—I thought—you weren’t helping.” You moaned as you dipped two fingers into your core and began to fuck your own hand. You used your thumb to rub and stimulate your clit and Theo was riveted by your enthusiasm. His cock was achingly hard, dripping precum in his pants, as he watched you plunge your fingers in and out of your tight hole. Your head thrashed against his shoulder as you came around your fingers with a cry of pleasure.

Theo’s mind was in a whirlwind. He wanted to throw you to the floor and ruin you, fuck you so hard and deep that you couldn’t walk afterwards. He knew, deep down inside, he couldn’t do that. Not just yet. He was having way too much fun with you and didn’t want to rush this.

You sat there catching your breath as he stood up behind you. He tugged down his pants and smiled in relief once his aching cock was free from its confinement. Your eyes practically bulged from your pretty head when you noticed his naked body in the mirror. You covered your eyes as you turned bright red and he couldn’t help but chuckle. That’s right! You didn’t get to truly see him the last time, he was kneeling on the floor after all.

“What’s the matter, Tesoro?” He teased and pet the top of your head while you blushed and kept your face covered.

“You…you’re um. Big.” You mumbled through your palms and he grinned.

“Don’t worry. I’m still going easy on you. I won’t take your virginity…yet.” He smirked as he crossed to his bed and grabbed a few pillows. He placed them on the floor beside you and noticed how you gingerly removed your hands from your eyes and tilted your head a little to watch his movements. Curious little kitten, he thought. He even laid down a blanket to make things more comfortable for you. Afterwards, he moved behind you once more and placed his hands on your shoulders. He helped you lie down on the makeshift bed and stood over you, your eyes wide with wonder. He kneeled down on the floor to straddle your quivering body and smirked when he noticed your frantic breathing.

“Wh—what are you going to do?” You asked timidly.

“Just trust me.” He reached forward to hold your jaw in his hand and rubbed his thumb over your bottom lip.

“I don’t trust you as far as I can throw you, Nott and that isn’t very far.” You huffed and all he could do was laugh.

“My, what attitude! Let’s see how long that lasts tonight, Bella.” He sneered as he pushed you down onto the pillows. You gawked as he gently sat on your torso, placing his stiff cock on your chest.

“Do as I say, Tesoro. Push your tits together. Press them against my cock.” His voice was husky and leaden with lust as he watched you obey and enfold his length with your breasts. He smiled down at you with arrogance and power running through his veins before he spit on your boobs. You frowned but didn’t protest as he started to rock his hips against your body. Your tits felt glorious against his throbbing dick and his head fell back on his shoulders with a drawn out moan. He increased his movements and took in how you were starting to get into the thrilling situation. Your eyes were locked on the head of his cock as it disappeared then presented itself again between your boobs. Your hands began to squeeze and fondle your chest as you licked your lips. This sight alone made him want to spill all over you but he held back. It’s too soon, I need more!

He spit down where your bodies met once more and began to thrust into your breasts even faster. You were riveted by his movements as you rubbed and toyed with your own nipples. He smirked down at you between panting breaths as he pried your mouth open with his thumb.

“Keep it open, Bella. Suck…on my cock…as I fuck…your pretty tits!” He ground out between the rocking of his hips. He snatched up an extra pillow and leaned forward a bit to place it under your head with the others to prop you up even more. He continued to ride your chest but now, each time his cock revealed itself between your boobs, the aching and dripping head entered your awaiting mouth. You were unsure of yourself at first but after a few moments, you sucked on him eagerly, moving your breasts against him all on your own as he stilled his hips. He was in awe of you and caressed your cheek as you continued to suck him off. Would it be so bad if she was…mine? He thought as he gazed into your heavy lidded eyes.

He released your face to lean back slightly and run his fingers through your delicate folds. You moaned loudly around the head of his cock as he continued to buck into your hungry mouth. He inserted one finger and you released him with a pop, your breath’s growing frantic.

“Theo…more, please!” You begged as you worked your hips against his hand, your wet pussy soaking his finger. He nodded with a groan and increased the pace of his thrusts and his fingers.

“Fuck, yes! Ke—keep going, Tesoro! Open that pretty mouth wide for me!” Theo growled through gritted teeth, delving his finger even deeper into your dripping cunt. He found your sweet spot and curled his finger inside your clenching heat while his thumb rubbed circles over your clit. Your moans were wild and became in sync with his as they echoed through the room. Things felt absolutely amazing yet so out of control. The bucking of his hips against your tits, the feel of your mouth over the head of his cock, the way your pussy squeezed his finger. The entire moment was mind blowing and Theo felt like something inside himself was about to crack. He was becoming addicted to you and knew that if he continued down this path…it would be devastating…for everyone.

“Dammit, Theo! I’m gonna—I’m gonna cum!” You cried out as you came around his finger. Your nails dug into the flesh of your perfect boobs as your climax hit you in waves. Your sweaty body convulsed under him and the look in your eyes had him stuffing his soaked fingers into his mouth and using the other to reach around and hold the back of your head as he spilled into your mouth. He never took his eyes off of you as he pumped his load down your throat, his growls and pants muffling your sounds of surprise. Once he was sure he was spent, he pulled his cock from between your swollen lips. He rolled off of your chest and decided to lay beside you. You gulped then wiped your lips as you tried to catch your breath.

“Good, you swallowed it all, Mia gattina. Theo said proudly as he rolled to his side. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close to his exhausted body but you were staring daggers into him.

“Are you—are you trying to cuddle?” You jolted away from him but he held you firmly in place.

“So what if I am? Are you…protesting?” He narrowed his eyes at you and you quickly shook your head, knowing what would happen if you refused him. He curled up on the floor with you and buried his face in your hair. What was it about you that made him want you so badly? It seemed to be developing into more than just sex and he didn’t know how he felt about that. It was all very confusing. You also didn’t seem genuinely interested in him which he thought was crazy. Sure he was blackmailing you, but he treated you like a goddess when you were with him. He wanted you to feel good. These conflicting feelings weren’t him. He was usually cold and detached. He’d sleep with a girl and call it a night but you…he wanted to keep coming back for more.

“Let's get you cleaned up. Come with me.” Theo stood up and reached his hand out to you. You reluctantly slipped your hand into his with a roll of your eyes. He chuckled as he helped you get up from the floor and escorted you into his bathroom. Your eyes roamed the small space as you moved to hug yourself while he prepared the shower for you. You reached down to slip off your stockings and Theo smiled over his shoulder.

“How…do you have all of this?” You asked softly as you tested the water’s temperature to see if it was to your liking.

“Money talks, Bella. Even at Hogwarts. I paid extra for a private dorm. I got tired of sharing one with the guys, I needed…privacy.” Theo shrugged as you stepped into the shower stall then he followed behind you.

“Wait! You’re getting in with me?” You gasped as he slid the glass door shut. He simply nodded and reached for a washcloth that was hanging behind you. He quickly lathered it up with soap and you flinched as he turned you around and pressed his chest against your back. He dragged the cloth between your breasts and proceeded to clean your body for you. Theo couldn’t fight the feelings that were washing over him along with the warm water. This was just supposed to be blackmail, a way for him to enjoy himself with you with no strings attached, but here he was…growing fond of you. You, being here with him, it felt…right. Your shower together was slow and sensual and a part of Theo thought that you actually might have enjoyed yourself. He made sure he took his time, even kissing your skin occasionally as he helped you bathe.

After your shower, the two of you dried off and got dressed in silence. Theo wasn’t sure what he wanted to say. He felt tongue tied for the first time in his life. Again, situations like this didn’t happen to him. You were devastating in the most intoxicating way. If he was starting to feel some sort of connection…were you as well?

“Theo?” Your voice cut through the silence as you moved to stand in front of his bedroom door.

“Yes, Cara Mia?” He asked as he joined you, his tall frame leaning over yours.

“What did you need the ingredients for?” You inquired softly as you played with a damp curl framing your face nervously. He chewed the inside of his lip then sighed heavily before answering your question.

“I came across a wounded thestral near the woods. Something must have attacked it and left it for dead. I knew the potion I had to brew I just…didn’t have the ingredients. When I was finally able to go back and check on it, the thestral was gone. I don’t know if it’s alive…or dead.” He shrugged and you continued to fidget with your hair, this time out of guilt.

“I—I’m so sorry, Theo. Like I said, I should have asked you what you needed the ingredients for. I feel even more awful now.” You grumbled and scratched the side of your head, hiding your face from him.

“Hey, these things happen. It’s just fate. Now look at us, maybe you were supposed to snitch on me.” He smirked as he opened his door for you. You shook your head and bit your lip.

“It’s still overwhelming. Also…eye opening.” You shrugged with a blush, your thoughts clearly recalling what happened tonight.

“Well well…are you discovering what you’re into?” He grinned and you just shrugged even more.

“Maybe…” You laughed awkwardly before stepping out into the hall. “I’ll um see you tomorrow.” You smiled sheepishly before turning to leave.

“See you tomorrow.” Theo waved you goodbye as he watched you walk away this time.

Once he lost sight of you, he shut his door and released a shaky breath he didn’t know he was holding. He strode over to his hidden camera and shut it off. He had three videos of you now and was hoping to add more to his collection. He got a sick rush from the blackmailing, he was starting to feel things that left him confused and frustrated, his mind felt completely flayed at this point. One thing he was absolutely sure of…his overwhelming desire to own you.

(He’s watching you leave.😉)

A/N: Theo is only going to get worse from here.🫣

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𝙽𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚢 𝙻𝚒𝚜𝚝 | 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬

𝔻𝕒𝕪 𝕋𝕨𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕪-𝔽𝕚𝕧𝕖: 𝔽𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕟’ 𝕃𝕦𝕔𝕜𝕪

𝙷𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚢!𝚁𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

warnings: mutual pining, swearing, drinking, rafe and the reader are intoxicated, oral (male + female receiving), bathroom sex, semi-public sex, spanking, unprotected p in v, pullout method, rough oral, dirty talk, praise wet + messy, cum tasting

📖 All of my asks got deleted 💕😭 so I'm not sure who requested this, but thank you! When you're getting hit on by a loser at your local college bar “boyfriend” Rafe comes in to save the day.

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Reader’s POV:

The crowd's roar is deafening as you sit pressed against the glass of the college hockey area. The game had barely begun, but the energy was already electric—hit after hit, shot after shot. Your friend Lexi shouts and claps, pulling you out of your daze as she bangs her wool mittens against the glass.

Rafe Cameron… Your eyes track him as he streams by confidently, his red and black jersey rippling behind him as he skates, dodging the defenseman on his way to the net.

You smile, biting your lip as you look at the man before you. He sat two rows ahead of you in your accounting class, the two of you exchanging no more than two words all year. Still, there’s just something about him that has your heart racing every time you see him.

“You’re staring,” your friend smiles, looking at you from the corner of her eye. She lifts her draft beer to her lips, grinning against the rim before sipping.

“What?” You giggle as you stuff your hands in your pockets. “Am not.” You lie as the warmth of your little crush creeps up your neck, pooling hot in your cheeks.

“Yes, you are, she teases. “And, honestly, I don’t blame you…”

You roll your eyes away, but you can’t get the smile off your face. Rafe skates by the student section, glancing briefly at the glass as he cleans the snow off his stick. The corners of his lips curl into a smile, making your pulse skip, but you quickly shake it off.

I mean, it was a good shift… He had to be happy about that; you explain it away.

After the game wore on, the players moved faster, hits got harder, and the scoreboard stayed locked at an even 2 to 2. You could feel the determination and intensity radiating off him every time he hit the ice; you couldn’t take your eyes off him—like you would’ve regardless.

With less than a minute of play, Rafe broke away from the traffic with the puck on his stick. The crowd rose to its feet, getting louder and louder the closer he got until he drew his stick back and fired at the net. The sound of the rubber puck clanged off the pipe, and the crowd went wild when the red light flashed. The buzzer drones, its sound quickly swallowed up in the Goal Song.

You jump to your feet, clapping and cheering with the crowd. Rafe skates toward the middle, grinning as his teammates mob him, but once that celebration breaks apart, he turns to the student section, helmet off, hair wet with sweat, staring directly at you, smiling, sealing the deal with a cheeky wink.

There was no mistaking it… The look, the smile, the wink. It was meant for you and you alone.

“Did you see that?” Your friend screams before you can even fully process what happened.

“I… Uh…” You stammer, looking at her to confirm what you saw before you say anything, knowing full-well she could be asking about the goal and not Rafe.

“Oh, please,” Lexi scoffs teasingly as she shoves you away. “That shit was for you, and you know it.”

The car ride to the bar was filled with music and laughter. You can't help but get lost in your thoughts. Replaying that moment a few times before opening Instagram, fingers hovering over the search bar.

“Just do it,” your friend laughs, watching it all; face twisting slightly as she catches you debating.

“I didn't ask you,” you chide light-heartedly.

“You’re thinkin’ about followin’ him… Just do it,” she challenges you.

“Do you think that he would have followed me if he was interested?” You ask as you look at his handsome profile picture.

You hesitate for another second, looking through a couple of his newer pictures. And just when you’re about to take the plunge, you look up at the little heart in the right-hand corner, seeing a new notification. New follower, Rafe Cameron.

Your eyes widen on the screen, and you and your friend gasp in unison. Before you can even think about it further, she clicks the little blue confirm button for you.

“What the hell?” You scold her, slapping her away.

“I’m invested, I’m sorry,” she laughs. “What? Were you gonna say ‘no’?” You shake your head ‘no’ and smile, looking at your new friend, feeling your excitement rise.

The bar downtown is packed with post-game and Saturday night traffic. The music is loud, and the energy is high as students pour in to celebrate the hockey team’s win and the start of winter break. You push through the crowd, making your way up to the bar. You order a few mixed drinks before snapping some pictures.

”Ooh,” Lexi coos. “That one’s perfect.”

You upload the pic of the two of you holding drinks, tagging the bar. It wasn’t entirely intentional—or that’s what you told yourself. If Rafe just happens to see it and shows up? Well, that was just a beautiful coincidence.

The night rages on, drinks flowing, conversations blending into laughter, more friends arriving, turning your little group of two into a full-on party. You start to relax a little more, feeling the liquor course through your system, and then you feel something else as a large hand rests on your lower back.

“Hey, Babe.”

Your eyes widen, and you freeze, hearing a voice you were not expecting nor wanted to hear. You turn slowly, coming face-to-face with Mark, a guy from your accounting class, too. The kind of guy who made you excited about the semester’s end. Unfortunately, he was the type of guy who never took ‘no’ for an answer…

“Hi, Mark,” you mumble, keeping your tone flat and uninterested, knowing that even the slightest bit of kindness would be confused for much more.

“You looking stunning tonight,” he praises as he steps even closer, making you take one step back.

“Thanks,” you sigh.

“You here with anyone?” He asks curiously as he scans the crowd. Your friend looks between the two of you—her judgment of his hidden piss-poorly. The girl was unapologetically Team Rafe all the way, and Mark Lundell is no Rafe Cameron.

“Just my friends,” you say as you swirl your finger around lazily, gesturing to your group gathered around.

“No invite?” He fake pouts and you feel your body recoil when you hear it. Mark seems to notice your disdain, but it doesn't stop him from trying. He wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you in possessively. You rest your hand on his chest, pushing away slightly, but he doesn’t get the hint.

“You know, I’ve been meaning to ask you-”

“No thanks,” you shout over the music, not even curious about what he meant to ask.

He chuckles and scoffs playfully, turning his hat to the back as he moves his face closer. “Hey-Hey, don’t be like that,” he soughs.

You close your eyes, swallowing thickly as he continues to talk, wondering what it’s gonna take to get him to fuck off- “She’s with me,” Rafe’s voice rolls through your mind like a sweet dream.

You turn, breath catching as you see Rafe walking in, just a few feet separating the two of you with his big hands stuffed in his jacket. His sharp gaze locks on Mark, and he gives him a little whistle and a nod, kindly telling him to ‘fuck off.’

Mark scowls, looking down at you and then Rafe. “Cameron?” He asks. The two boys are familiar with each other from the gym locker room—exchanging glances when the baseball boys leave and the hockey boys arrive.

“I’m her boyfriend,” Rafe says smoothly, eliminating the space between you. Your heart stutters at the word, but Rafe doesn’t miss a beat, reaching behind you to shove Mark out of the way before taking his “rightful” place at your side.

“Since when?” Mark asks as his expressions shifts.

“Since none of your fuckin’ business, Lundell,” Rafe smiles, his tone calm but firm.

“You know, if you’re not interested, you can just say that,” Mark snaps, recovering from his bruised ego by turning to the bartender, gesturing for a new bottle of Coors. “You don’t need to be a fuckin’ bitch-”

“The fuck was that now?” Rafe smiles, his eyes wide and wild as he separates from you, standing toe-to-toe with him. Mark doesn’t back down, his chest puffed as he looks slightly up at Rafe.

Rafe bites his lips, holding back a laugh, his relaxed demeanor’s somehow more intimidating than any show of aggression.

“Call her a fuckin’ bitch again, and we’re gonna have a problem…”

“Oh, yeah-”

“Honestly, bitch. We already have problems because regardless of who the fuck I am, she told you no… And you kept pushin’,” Rafe hisses, emphasizing the final word with a rough shove.

Mark’s a big guy himself, who doesn’t move too far, but the contact made him flinch, leaving Rafe holding back yet another chuckle.

“Walk away,” Rafe mumbles, his voice low and steady.

Mark’s dark eyes lock on yours. The bartender walks over, resting his beer on the bar top. He takes his out, snagging the bottle off the hardwood before rolling his eyes and sucking his teeth, disappearing into the thick college crowd.

You breathe deeply, letting out the deep breath you didn’t know you’d been holding in, quickly turning your attention to Rafe.

“You okay?” He asks protectively as he twists toward you.

You look up at him, your heart racing, and you nod, “Yeah… Thanks for that.”

“No problem,” he shrugs it off. Rafe rests his hand on your lower back, making your heart race, lighting you on fire as he flags down the bartender himself. “You want a drink, princess?”

Before you can overthink it, you rise onto your tippy toes, kissing his cheek. Rafe freezes, a soft, shy smile spreading on his lips, making her feel weak.

“Truly… Thank you,” you whisper. “Do you want a drink? It’s on me,” you assure me, turning your attention to the bartender as she arrives, but you can tell Rafe’s mind is still stuck on the kiss. “Rafe?” You giggle, resting your hand on his chest, feeling his heart bang underneath.

“Uh… Yeah. I’d love that, sweetheart. A Coors. Thanks.”

You order your drink, and Rafe reaches over you, his arms a little longer. He passes the bartender his card instead, starting a tab as you protest, but he just rolls his blue eyes and smiles.

The rest of the night is a blur of laughter, easy conversation, and alcohol. Rafe’s charming, funny, and much more than the reserved guy you had seen in class.

You talk about everything—school, hockey, your favorite places in town—and with every passing minute, your little crush blooms into something more. You feel comfortable, like you’ve known each other forever. And to Mark and the rest of the bar, that little boyfriend title he used honestly looked like the real thing.

At some point, the drinks catch up with the both of you. Rafe leans closer, his breath warm against your neck, making you turn into him. The boy quickly pulling you up onto his lap.

“You know…” He says, his words slightly slurred. “I’ve had a big fat crush on you all semester.”

Your eyes widen on his, hands resting on his chest as your mouth falls open in surprise. “You have?” You practically gasp, making him laugh at how happy you look with his admittance.

“Mhmm,” he hums as he wraps his big arms around your waist, moving closer. “You’re so—fuck,” he chuckles as the words get caught on his lips. “You are so fuckin’ pretty.” You laugh and shake your head. “What?” He asks bashfully.

“You, Rafe Cameron, are the prettiest boy I have ever seen-”

“I’m pretty?” He chuckles, lifting his eyebrow as he points to his chest.

“Mhmm…” You giggle.

“Well, shit… Thank you,” he smiles and flutters his lashes playfully.

Just like Mark did, Rafe grabs his hat, twisting it to the back, trying to eliminate the space between the two of you, but unlike the boy before, your tummy only fills with butterflies. Rafe tips his heavy head against your temple, chuckling drunkenly.

“I’ve had a crush on you too,” you admit, and as soon as the last word leaves your lips, he’s wrapping his big arms around you, pressing a rough, wet kiss against your cheek, making you squeal.

“The fuck you have?” He asks as he pulls back fast.

“I’m serious," you giggle as you turn to the side, looking directly into his gorgeous eyes.

Rafe bites his lip, studying yours, his glassy gaze hanging at half-mast. “Well, shit… S’my lucky night. Huh?” He asks.

“Feelin’ pretty lucky myself,” you whisper as the two of you get closer and closer. The air between you feels electric—charged with the buzz of too many drinks and sexual tension. Rafe’s gaze flickers between your eyes and lips, the two of you not realizing how close you’re getting until your lips connect.

The bar around you hums in the distance, and it feels like just the two of you for the moment. It’s uncoordinated—but perfect in its imperfection. Your lips move against his, making heat radiate through your body. Rafe smiles against your lips; you return the same, the pair of you pulling apart, giggling like teenagers caught in the act.

You look at Rafe—that same fire lit his eyes that’s burning in yours. He holds your cheeks in his hands, desperate to kiss him again.

“Should we-”

”We should,” you hum.

“Do that again. Yeah?”

“Mhmm,” you giggle. Rafe guides you off the stool, pulling closer, the two of you stumbling slightly, giggling before your lips find each other again.

“We’re kinda drunk,” he whispers against your mouth.

“Is that okay?” You breathe, just hoping he’ll say ‘yes.’

“It’s okay with me. Is it okay with you, princess?” He asks.

“It’s okay-” You pant as your lips crash into his, warm and messy. You let out a soft moan against his lips, hands scratching into the hair at the nape of his neck as his hands roam your body. His grip on you is firm—yet another assurance that he wants you just as bad.

The world spins around you, your head fuzzy from the drinks and your perfect kiss. You break away just enough to grab his hand, tugging him toward the hallway. "Where are we-" Rafe starts, but you cut him short with another kiss, this one hungrier, more insistent.

"The bathroom," you whisper against his lips, feeling him smile again. Rafe draws back, looking both ways before opening the door. The two of you kiss your way inside, pushing back into the first open stall.

Rafe grabs your hips in his big hands, pulling you into him. You can feel his semi-hard cock pressed against his jeans, getting stiffer every second. You let out a breathy sigh against his soft, sweet mouth, Rafe taking the opportunity to slide his tongue inside as his lips move against yours.

He rolls his back against the bathroom wall, making you gasp as his thigh splits your legs. He leans back slightly, guiding you closer, leading you to grind your aching clit on his upper thigh. Rafe smiles against your lips as you take his wordless direction. He moves his hands from his lips to your ass, squeezing as you rock with the tempo of your kiss.

You gasp as you feel his cool hands rest against your tummy, your little breath turning into a deep, needy moan as he cups your laced-covered breasts in his rough hands.

You continue to grind as his lips press roughly against your neck, sucking with a bruising strength as you feel a warmth spread through you, little pangs of pleasure spurring from between your thighs.

You draw back slightly, biting your lip as you ride his leg. Rafe stares back at you, the look in his eyes painting a filthy picture of the two of you doing so much more. Thinking about you riding him just like this, your warm, wet cunt hugging him tight.

You can feel yourself soaking through your panties with each swivel of your hips. You grab his beautiful face, pulling him in for another kiss, hungry for more. “Rafe,” you whisper needily, your name leaving his lips so sweetly, making him moan into your kiss.

“Yeah, pretty?” He rasps, this voice sweet and thick like honey.

“Can I?” You ask shyly, but honestly, it’s why you brought him in here in the first place, desperately wanting your lips wrapped around him and maybe more…

“Can you what, princess?” He drawls before taking your bottom lip between his teeth, biting and tugging, making chills fall down your spine.

“Can I suck your cock?” You ask gently, feeling Rafe let out a breathy laugh like he can’t believe those words are leaving your sweet lips.

“You sure, baby?” He asks as he reaches his hand down, already working on his button.

You move down to your knees, looking at him through your lashes. “M’sure,” you smile. “Very, very sure.”

You grope his clothed cock with one hand, drawing his zipper down with the other before lowering his pants just enough, looking at his dick tented under the cotton, a wet stain of precum gathered on it. You wrap your lips around his tip, wetting Rafe’s boxers, making his breath catch in his muscular chest.

You suck the taste off, quickly pulling down his boxers too. Your eyelashes flutter as you take him in, his tip still weeping precum, long and thick… You release a desperate moan, thinking about what his length would feel like pushing in and out of your wet cunt, wondering if you could take him all.

You stroke him slowly, watching his eyes fall shut, head falling back on the metal partition. Your heart sinks a little, seeing his head sticking out over the top of the stall about four inches; those concerns quickly wave away as you hear a deep groan leave his lips.

Rafe looks down at you again as you hold his throbbing dick in your hand, running your tongue along his length before teasing the tip. Your hand drifts under his t-shirt, fingers working up his cut abs, feeling the little divots under your fingers deepening with each sharp breath he takes.

“Shit,” he pants as you bind your lips around him fully. Rafe wraps his hand around the top of the bathroom door, squeezing tightly as you take him to the back of your throat, bobbing again and again.

Rafe’s head falls back, knocking against the wall, making his eyes double at the loud sound; the man quickly shushing you with a finger up to his pretty lips and a playful smile like you had anything to do with that noise.

You wrap your lips around his tip, sucking, causing him to buck his toned hips, pitching his long cock in your throat. You lift your hand, slipping it through the slight space between his body and jeans, cupping his heavy balls in your hands.

"Fuck, princess," he groans, "I’m gonna cum.” You take your cue, gagging on him, salvia and precum drooling out of the sides of your lips. He bites his lips, stiffening deep moan.

You rest your hands on his thighs— Rafe’s muscles quivering underneath your palms. He cups the back of your head in his hands, tugging you as close as he can get as he cums deep in your throat.

His breath shudders as you draw out the last bits of his pleasure, swallowing it all as he looks down at you in a drunken, lust-ridden daze. Rafe pushes out a sharp breath as you pull off his cock nice and slow, cleaning off your lips with the back of your hand as he helps you off the floor, leading you back to him. You pant into your kiss, your deep breathing competing with his. “That was so fucking good,” he mumbles.

“Mmm… Glad I could make you feel good,” you whisper as you tug up his boxers, trapping his hard cock in the band of it, not wanting to pressure him into more, given you were the one that pulled him in here in the first place. “Should we head out?” You ask, between soft kisses.

“I don’t wanna,” he mumbles. “Do you?”

You giggle against his lips, moving a little closer. “No… I just don’t wanna pressure-“

“Pressure me?” He asks in disbelief, stopping you before you can finish the thought as his big hands cup your cheeks, pulling you into an even deeper kiss. “You fuckin’ kiddin’ me?”

“I don’t know,” you giggle lightly.

“You can use me however you’d like, princess,” he whispers. “Told you… It’s my lucky night. I’m feelin’ lucky. I’m gettin’ lucky. This is the best night I’ve had in a very long time,” he mumbles the last three words between tender kisses. ”Let me taste you, sweetheart.”

”Yeah?” You ask softly.

“Fuck, yeah…” He hums as he fingers the button of your jeans. “Let me get you good and wet first, hmm?” He asks as he rolls you against the wall.

Rafe tugs at your pants just like you did, making you gasp, pulling them down just enough to get at your panties. He slips his big fingers into the waist pant, spreading your legs slightly, making you whimper as he runs two big digits through your slick folds.

“Shit, pretty. Fuckin’ soaked f’me already,” he hums against your lips. “Bet you’d feel so good wrapped around my cock.” He pushes his fingers inside you, making you reach for a breath; Rafe curls them, drawing out a moan from your pillowy lips.

“I want that so bad,” you pant as you stare into his sin-darkened eyes as he starts to work even quicker, broad palm smacking against your puffy clit repeatedly, making it that much harder to hold back your sounds of pleasure.

“You want my dick, princess?”

“Mhmm…” You hum needily.

“Think you can wait?” Rafe teases as he twists his hand, making a moan rip from your throat that has you both looking at each other in shock, fighting back a laugh that quickly turns into another whine as his rough thumb circles on top of your clit.

You bite down on your bottom lip, tossing your head back, and just when you think it can get any better, he moves to his knees, flicking his tongue across your clit, making your muscles jump as his fingers continue to dart in and out. Rafe chuckles against your clit, the warmth of his voice making you whimper, toes curling, fingers twisting in his hair.

“Just like that, Rafe… Don’t stop,” you plead as you feel yourself about to lose control completely.

“Cum for me, princess,” he hums against your sex, the vibrations sending you over the edge, leaving your body fluttering around his big fingers, muscles trembling uncontrollably. He doesn’t stop until your body relaxes fully, you fighting for a breath as you slump against the bathroom wall.

“Holy shit,” he practically moans as he rises to his feet again, his handsome face flushed, chin glistening with your arousal. You pull Rafe to your lips, tasting the two of you together, your body feeling like it could float away.

Rafe pushes you into the wall, his cock hard just like it was before—his want for you practically oozing off his skin. “So, should we get out of here?” He teases you with your own words, chuckling against your lips as you giggle against his; Rafe has no intention of leaving unless that’s what you want. You have no intention of leaving either as you tug at his jeans and boxers again. “Need you so fucking bad,” Rafe mutters as he turns you around, grabbing your wrists, guiding your hands on the wall in front of you as you push your ass onto his hard cock.

Rafe’s hands drift underneath your hockey jersey, lifting it slightly as you bend over. “Gonna get you one of my older jerseys when we get home, aight?” He hums, smacking your ass with his big hand.

“You’re takin’ me home?” You ask sweetly.

“Yeah, baby… ‘Course I am,” he drawls as he leans in, pressing his chest against your back, pushing a gentle kiss on your lips as he traces his fat tip through your slit, bumping your clit, making you gasp.

“We doin’ condoms or what, princess?” Rafe questions as he bullies your hole, bottom lip tucking between his teeth, teasing himself with your warm, wet pussy praying you’ll say ‘no.’

“Boyfriend privileges,” you giggle as you look over your shoulder and smile, giving him a little wink.

“Fuck, I love the sound of that, baby-”

You draw in a sharp breath against as Rafe thrusts into you slowly, his fat tip filling you before he presses in inch by inch, finally bottoming you out. His hands rub along your lower back, letting you adjust to his size; your cunt pulling him in just like he imagined, leaving him tossing his head back to the ceiling.

Rafe grabs your hips, grunting about how tight you are as he pulls out to the tip, shoving himself back inside, making you reach behind your back, wrapping your trembling hand around his wrist to steady yourself and keep from crying out.

The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes through the bathroom, but you couldn't care less. And neither does Rafe, slapping your ass again, making your pussy tighten around his fat cock as he ruts into you quicker and harder.

“Holy shit,” you whimper, your bottom lip quivering in overstimulation.

“Mpfhh…” He grunts, pounding into your soaked center again and again. “So good, princess… Taking me so fuckin’ good. You gonna cum? Fuckin’ cum for me,” he begs as he pulls you back fast, pistoning his hips, fucking you on his dick as your fingers spiral on your clit.

“Oh—Oh, fuck. Rafe,” you squeal as you cum around his cock. Rafe’s jaw tightens, using his last bit of power to fuck you through your orgasm, and the second he pulls out, you gasp, feeling his climax land hot on your lower back. His cum pools in the dip of your spine, rolling down your warm skin.

Rafe clutches your hips in his hands, taking a deep breath as his throbbing dick resting on your ass. The two of you panting and groaning, coming down from your highs together.

He cleans you off, helping you back into your clothes between soft kisses and sweet nothings. Rafe looks at your sweater, scrubbing off a little bit of cum caught on the fabric, making a joke about how he’s technically on the back of your jersey now, making the two of you laugh way too hard.

Rafe’s hand is warm in yours; his firm yet gentle grip guides you through the packed bar. Laughter and music swell around you, but all you can focus on is Rafe’s touch and his thumb gently brushing against your hand.

The two of you step up to the bar at the same spot where you started your night, standing side-by-side with your knight in shining armor. You glance up at him and smile as he orders you two drinks before closing your tab.

Rafe kiss-swollen lips curl into a small smile as he feels the heat of your gaze out of the corner of his eye. He grabs the check off her hands, scribbling a tip and a total. Rafe sets it down and moves a little closer, stepping chest to chest with you; your back backed up against the bar. His hair is messy from your bathroom romp; slightly mussed, a soft purple mark forming on his neck from your lips, a particularly rough kiss.

Rafe grabs your hand, flipping it over, pen hovering over your palm. You watch as he works: his tongue poking out of the side of his mouth, his chicken scratch handwriting tattooing your skin, but the words stop your heart.

Tomorrow night 7 pm Luna Rosa I like you a lot -RC

You blink, rereading it like your brain is playing tricks on you. But then he looks at you—those intense, drunken eyes locked onto yours—and kisses the back of your hand.

“I mean it, princess,” he mumbles softly. “In case you had any doubts.”

You rise on your tippy toes, kissing his cheek again like you did earlier in the night before tucking yourself in his neck. “I really like you too, Rafe,” you whisper.

When you pull away this time, he’s not just stunned silent; he’s ready. Rafe cups your cheeks in his hands again, kissing you deeply, pulling you into his arms, and there is absolutely no doubts. ♥️

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SLYTHERINSLUT0’S KINKTOBER

fuckfest. the slytherins — groupsome / drunk sex.

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST. | 2024.

summary: malfoy manor is a great place for drinks, laughs, and…. orgys?

warnings: 18+ MDNI, SMUTTTTTT, porn with negative 100 plot, literally just sex and mentions of alcohol, group of uni students that love to consensually gangbang when they have the chance (sorry i’m cackling at that), pansy and reader kiss a few times, multiple orgasms from some of the boys, anal sex, fingering, oral.

Habits are simple, predictable things, slipping into your life without much thought. Some are reckless, some harmless. And some, well—some come with the taste of someone else's lips.

You're not sure when kissing Pansy Parkinson became one of them. What started as a drunken dare, a little more fun than you'd planned for, has now undoubtedly turned into something else—something almost close to ritual. With every night that stretches long, every round of drinks that comes too fast, it's inevitable that your lips will find hers at one point or another, like clockwork.

And a habit is just a habit, but this one—this one you never feel like breaking.

"You ever try body shots with tequila?" Pansy whispers, breath warm against your lips as her smirk hooks you, the same way it always does.

"Plenty of times." You grin back, your mouth barely brushing hers. "What, you want me to lay back for you, Parkinson? Shirt pulled down—or off?"

Theo whistles, and Pansy giggles. They've seen this before, watched it unfold in countless variations, yet it's still equally as entertaining every single time.

"Pull it down, take it off, whatever gets me there faster." She's already moving, grabbing lime and salt with hands that are too steady for how much you've all been drinking. "You know I won't complain either way."

You pour her a shot, liquid gold catching the dim light in the room. You feel the weight of every inebriated gaze on you—Draco, Blaise, Enzo, Mattheo, Theo—all of them watching, same way they always do when you and Pansy put on a show.

You blink and she’s back in front of you, lime and salt in hand. You feel bold, drunk on the moment as you hook your fingers under the hem of your shirt, leaning into her kiss only to break it as you pull the fabric over your head. The boys shift around you—more whistles—and Pansy's hands find your face, greedy and gentle all at once, barely giving you a moment to toss the shirt aside before she nudges you onto your back.

"You're so fucking hot," she purrs, slinking between you and the boys who are seated around the table, grinning. "Tilt your head, that's it—here—"

She nestles the cool shot glass between your tits while sprinkling the salt on your neck—then, the lime slice is between your teeth before you can even register it, and now you're staring straight at Blaise—his dark eyes roving over you like a feast, lips parted just enough that you can imagine the feel of them pressed against your own.

Your thighs tense, heat pooling low in your stomach.

"The boys wanted a show," Pansy whispers as she pulls off her own shirt. "They'll get one."

You hum in agreement and she works like she's done this a hundred times— shot glass disappearing between her lips, tossing the tequila back before she sets it aside— warm tongue dragging along the line of salt on your skin, moving up to suck juice from the lime between your lips. She meets your eyes for what feels like a split second before the lime is yanked free and her mouth is on yours, lips tasting like tequila and salt and something wild—

You close your eyes against the flood of sensation—the alcohol, the heat, the spinning of the room—and kiss her back with equal fervour. Her lips crush yours, sloppy and wild, a thousand impulses spinning through your mind and inevitably, you're too weak to fight them, tugging her closer as a result.

Pansy huffs, fingers curling into your hair as she crawls on top of you—straddling your hips on top of the table as one hand slips down to your chest. The boys are muttering things that you can't hear as the kiss is frantic now, teeth grazing, tongues tangled, the taste of lime and tequila lingering in each exhale.

"Gods, Pansy," you gasp into her mouth, hands sliding down her waist, digging into the fabric of her skirt. "You're insatiable."

She pulls back just enough to smirk, breathless, her dark eyes glinting. "I could say the same about you, babe."

You feel the tension in her greedy fingers as they curl against your scalp, her weight pressing you down into the table, and suddenly—all the teasing, all the playing at flirting feels too far away—you need her closer, need to take control back, need to feel her beneath you instead of towering over you—

"Pans—" your hands find her hips, gripping tight as you push against her, trying to flip her onto her back—but in your haste, you misjudge the edge of the table and before you can stop her she's tumbling forward, off the side, straight into Draco's lap. "Oh—shit—"

Everyone gasps, the room pausing for a moment and you're vaguely aware of Blaise's hands clutching your waist, pulling you steady into his lap as you teeter off the table too, the tequila making your head spin. Pansy is sprawled over Draco on the floor, skirt hitched high enough to give the rest of you a perfect view of her ass—to which everyone in the room is admiring. Shamelessly.

It's a spectacle—and the boys have always loved a fucking spectacle.

"Merlin's sake—" Draco grunts as Pansy slumps over him, straddling his waist. You catch the way his hands grip her thighs, fingers flexing like they don't quite know what to do with themselves. "Always the bloody dramatics with you two.”

"I'm not even sorry." Pansy grins, unrepentant as ever as she leans into Draco's neck, teasing like nothing's even happened, like she's perfectly content to remain there, straddling his lap. "You make a good seat."

Draco scoffs, and Theo snickers from across the table.

"You're a menace." The words from Draco's lips sound a lot like praise, and something about the way his eyes flutter shut when Pansy's tongue finds the sensitive skin at his throat makes your mouth go dry. "You're alright, though?"

"Fine," she murmurs, though her tone suggests she's thinking of anything but her well-being. "Totally fine." Her fingers brush over his chest, tracing the buttons of his shirt. "Are...are you fine?"

"I'm—" his voice catches when her fingers undo the first button. "I'm fine."

"You are," she agrees, voice a little hoarse, as she undoes the second, then the third. "Very, very fine."

Draco's face flushes, and there's a sheepish edge to his smile as his hands—almost without thought—begin to slide higher, fingers trailing under the hem of her skirt, pulling it just a little further up her hips. Her eyes flutter closed for just a second as he settles over the curve of her ass, and there's a spark, a shiver of something between them—

Your gaze flicks to Blaise, feeling his presence at your back—solid, grounding, the warmth of his chest pressed against you as you lean into him. You don't have to see him to know he's watching, though you find the confirmation anyways, his dark eyes tracing every movement, every shift between the two heated Slytherins on the floor.

When you glance back, you see the boys are all watching, too—Theo, Enzo, Mattheo—all glued to the sight, silent in their anticipation.

Pansy grinds down, and Draco's head tips back, eyes closed, hands clinging to her hips, her ass, anywhere he can find—

"They don't waste any time, do they?" Blaise murmurs, words a tickle at your pulse, the sound of his voice pulling you back into your own body, your own skin.

You shiver as his fingers trail lightly up your ribs, teasing the edge of your black lace bra—you tilt your head and you catch Theo's gaze sliding over you, flicking back and forth between Pansy's legs and the way Blaise's hands have begun their slow exploration along your sides. You grin as you meet Enzo's eyes next, his lip pulled between his teeth, fingers tracing the rim of his cup—

"You could take notes, Zabini," you murmur, the words catching in your throat as his lips graze your shoulder—so close, too close.

"Me? Take notes?" He chuckles, pressing a kiss to the spot just below your ear. "I've already got it down to a science, baby.”

"Yeah?" You hum, lost in the feel of his mouth on your skin, the way his fingers are edging dangerously close to your breasts. You can feel Mattheo's gaze, burning into you from across the table, but you don't dare look, you'd crack if you did. "You sure about that?"

"Quiz me if you'd like." As if to prove his point, he pushes past the fabric of your bra, long fingers finding a nipple, and your hips twitch of their own accord, a gasp leaving your lips.  "I'll pass any test you give me."

"Cocky." There's a slight edge to your voice as you roll your hips, meeting his heat with your own—just to distract him, of course. "You're gonna' make the others jealous."

"They'll have their fun," his finger toys with the clasp of your bra, now. You feel him undo it. "I want you first."

"Oh," you gasp at the sensation of cool air against bare skin as he yanks it off your arms, exposing your tits to everyone at the table. "Cocky and greedy."

"You'd expect nothing less, baby." He practically growls.

You choke on a moan. "Blaise-"

"That's my name," he's groping, his fingers pinching your nipples just hard enough to make you squeak. "I know you're real familiar with it."

Pansy's moans, soft and breathy, fill the space as Draco works her out of her skirt, mouth moving between her thighs. You clench—seeing them—her fingers in his hair, her gasps growing louder and more frantic—your pulse quickens—

"Jealous?" Blaise's taunts, having caught you staring.

You shake your head, but—Merlin, how could you not be? You'd give just about anything to relieve the heat between your thighs. To feel the heat of all the eyes watching you right now against your skin. Mattheo, Theo, Enzo—

"Not jealous." Even you can hear how breathless you sound. "Just impatient."

"Patience is a virtue," Blaise says, all mock-virtuousness, squeezing your tits again, as if to punish you for being impatient. "One I'm happy to reward—"

Mattheo is the first to snap, shoving the half-empty bottle of alcohol aside and standing up, chair scraping across the floor. Theo considers doing the same, you can tell, eyes still glued to your half-naked body as he drains his cup in one gulp. Your eyes flick to Enzo, who's merely staring, his lip still being bitten to death between his teeth.

Merlin help you.

Mattheo strolls around the table—eyes roaming as he moves, stopping just behind where you sit on Blaise's lap, breath warm on the back of your neck as he murmurs in your ear—

"I've been patient." You think it's to Blaise. "Where's my reward."

Blaise snorts, and then Theo stands up.

"We've been patient." He's looking at Blaise, lips just starting to grin. "Real, real patient."

Enzo laughs as he rises, too—all three of them forming a loose semi-circle around you and Blaise. You can almost taste the testosterone—hot and eager and hungry—as their eyes rake over you.

Blaise tugs you closer, his hands sliding down to your hips. "I'm feeling outnumbered."

"You're outnumbered," Theo agrees, smirk growing as his fingers wrap around your wrist, tugging you off Blaise's lap and to your feet. "You're also outvoted. You think we're going to just sit around and watch?"

"Not a chance in hell," Mattheo growls as he moves behind you, calloused hand running up your thigh.

Blaise grunts from where he's still seated, watching you with molten eyes, "you lot are animals, you know that?"

You almost laugh at that, considering he had your bra off in minutes.

"We're just—eager." Theo whispers, leaning in just enough to breathe against your neck, kissing a path up your jaw while Mattheo's hands work at undoing your skirt. You're so turned on you're not sure how you're not dripping down your thighs. "I wanted to be inside you three fucking hours ago."

You whimper at his words, the thick air of the room suddenly too much as Mattheo's hands push your skirt down your legs.

"Three hours is generous." Enzo's moving now, but he isn't looking at you—his eyes are locked on Pansy as Draco slams into her—the two of them locked in a trance. "My head's been filled with filth since this afternoon."

"Filth?" Blaise cocks an eyebrow. "Is that what you're calling it now?"

"Filth," Mattheo husks, and his hand comes up to wrap around your throat—lips pressed to your ear. "All I've been able to think about for the past week."

Your hips twitch at the pressure against your throat—and you moan louder than Pansy. "Gods—if one of you doesn't fuck me in the next minute—"

"Told you," Blaise chuckles, watching Mattheo's hand around your throat like a hawk. "Animal."

"Then what?" Mattheo ignores him—fingers pressing against your pulse just a little harder as he pulls you flush against him, teeth finding your ear, and you feel Theo's fingers trail down your front, teasing your slit. "What're you gonna do?"

"Fuck," you mutter, breathless, hips jerking toward the touch. "I'll die—"

"Oh, that's not good." Enzo's looking now, circling around to stand on your free side, his gaze traveling from your face, down your body, to where Theo's fingers are centimetres from pushing into your soaked cunt. "Is it our responsibility to prevent that?"

"Probably. It's only the right thing to do." Mattheo's cooes against your neck. "Can't have you dying on us, now can we?"

"Mm. Not the only," Theo murmurs, pressing his lips to yours as he pushes a finger inside you. "I can think of a dozen things to do right now."

"A dozen?" Blaise scoffs. You're starting to hate the sound of his teasing fucking tone. "Only a dozen?"

You can't even reply—any words you possess are swallowed by another moan as a second, then a third, of Theo's fingers push deep into you. Even his fingers are long, you think. You forgot just how big—

"Merlin, Theo—fuck—"

"That's the idea," he grins against your lips—you moan again when his fingers curl deep.

"You like that?" Mattheos hands are all over you—your tits, your ass, the press of his chest against your bare back—and you think that you need to see his face, need to see his eyes. "You need more?"

"Yes." You're not sure if you're speaking to Mattheo, or Theo, or Enzo or Blaise, or all of them. "Yes, please—please—"

"Oh good," Blaise muses. "She's polite."

"Of course she is," Theo groans as your cunt clenches around his digits—your slick sounds filling the space between you, mingling with the sound of skin smacking from a few feet away. "So good for us."

"Mm," Mattheo adds, teeth scraping over your shoulder, squeezing your ass to make you gasp. "Very."

"A real angel," Enzo purrs, still circling like a fucking shark, eyes flitting over to Pansy and Draco again as her moans grow louder, more insistent. "Especially when she's begging."

It's all too much—Theo's fingers pumping deep, his thumb swirling your clit, the sounds of Draco and Pansy and the feel of hands and lips and intoxicated eyes everywhere—

Your head falls back against Mattheo’s shoulder. "Oh, please—fuck—please—"

"What're you begging for, Bellissima?" Theo murmurs, drawing your eyes back to his. "Wanna use your words?"

You gasp as his fingers move faster, deeper, as if he's trying to pull the words out of your throat. "Need—"

Blaise snickers. "Yes?"

"Need to cum—" you cry out, hysterical as Mattheo pinches your nipples, groans against your neck. "Need to be—fucked—"

"And I'm the greedy one." That's Blaise again, insufferable as ever.

"We like greedy," Theo grins against your mouth, fingers crooking, and your knees buckle. "Right, boys?"

"We do," Mattheo growls.

"We like it a lot," Enzo agrees, his eyes finally meeting yours. "We love it."

"Then what're you waiting for," you gasp, unable to take much more of the heat building, twisting, every point of contact sending a new wave of need through your body. "Give it to me—"

"Give you what?" It's Blaise again—God, he's driving you fucking insane tonight. "You gotta be more specific, babygirl."

"Give—ohh—" your orgasm is right there. Right. Fucking. There. "Give me your fucking dick, Zabini—fuck—you called first—"

"Oh I did, didn't I?" Blaise still hasn't moved from his seat, but you can see the way his trousers are straining. "Guess it's my lucky day."

Theo lets loose a groan, and you can feel his hips jerking in rhythm with his fingers. "Thank Merlin for small favours."

"Lucky for all of us, really." The corner of Blaise's mouth twitches, almost with the suggestion of a smile. "Don't you think, Enzo?"

Before you can even comprehend Enzo's response, Theo curls his fingers just right, thumb rubbing your clit just right, Mattheo groping your chest and kissing your neck just fucking right—and then you're there—climax charging you, release spilling all over Theo's fingers—

"Oh, fuck—yesyesyes—"

You cry out and shudder forward, only being held up by Theo and Mattheos hands, and you're barely back on earth before you feel Blaise's fingers under your thighs—urging you back and laying you out across the table as if you're a fucking feast for him—

"Patience," Blaise grins down at you, hands finding your thighs, squeezing hard enough to drag you back to reality and realize he's got his trousers undone. "Is really such a virtue."

"Right," you mumble, still breathless as you look up at him. "Too bad I'm fresh out."

Blaise chuckles at that. "I can tell."

Fuck this—

"Blaise—if you don't fuck me right now—" you push up from the table, urging him back into the chair he was sitting in. "I will let everyone else fuck me first and make goddamn sure you watch."

There's a flicker of surprise in Blaise's eyes as he slumps back in the chair—Mattheo snorts behind you and for a second you wonder if you may have just gone too far—

"Not a chance," he smiles, his words coming out in a growl that's all heat and lust and something just a little dangerous. "We'll have none of that."

And then, he's on his feet again. But this time, when he touches you, it’s firm and fast and not at all gentle. He directs you around the table before bending you over it, and you hear someone—Theo, you think?—groan like they're in pain, the sound swallowed by a desperate moan that you know for certain is Pansy's.

Your eyes flutter when you hear it—you just don't know where to look—

"No, look up. Up." Blaise's hand is in your hair, forcing you to look up from the table, and you realize where the sound came from. "I want you to watch."

Your head's spinning in a way you're sure is not entirely from the alcohol, and it only intensifies when your eyes focus on the scene just across the room—Draco and Pansy sprawled on the couch, now, Pansy riding him while stroking Enzo's insistent dick, his glossed eyes glued to yours, watching, just watching—

Blaise's hand is still in your hair. "That's it. Watch."

Enzo smiles at you, cheeky and fucking taunting before Pansy tightens her grip while jerking him off and his head tips back—

"Gonna' be good for me," Blaise murmurs against your back—his tip pressing against your dripping entrance. "Gonna' take it all for me?"

"Yes," you gasp, catching a glimpse of Mattheo and Theo just off to the side of you, sharing a smoke. "Fuck yes—"

"That's it, baby. Just relax," he cooes, and then he's pushing into you. "Relax and enjoy it—"

There's a sting as he stretches you, and keeps stretching you until he's bottoming out far fucking deeper than you'd remembered—there's a moan from you that gets tangled between your teeth, a gasp from infront you, a moan from someone else, and—gods, if Blaise doesn't start moving—

"Blaise—oh, fuck—"

Blaise gives a low moan as your walls flutter around him, a swear under his breath that's punctuated with a hard squeeze of your hip. "Good—god—Merlin—"

He pulls out just enough to make you cry out, shameless—and it melds with Pansy's from across the room.

"Shh," Mattheo steps infront of you, blocking your view of Pansy and Draco and Enzo. "Let Blaise feel you—"

—and suddenly, Mattheo's hand is on your jaw, forcing your head back, coaxing your eyes to his. His other hand disappears, down past his belt, and you moan again—wet walls squeezing Blaise as he slowly starts to rock into you.

"I wanna' fuck your throat," Mattheo murmurs, so close you can feel his breath on your lips. "Badly."

"So needy," your words are a breathless moan, but Mattheo doesn't seem to mind—he just grins as he unbuttons his trousers. "Can't even watch for five minutes without—"

"I know, I can't," he interrupts, and his hand's back at your jaw, gripping hard. "You've got me too fucking hard."

You're about to reply with another smartass comment, but Theo saddles up next to his fellow Slytherin and before you can blink his hand is on the back of your head, tangling in your hair, angling your lips toward Mattheo's now-exposed cock—

"Don't worry about the smart mouth," Theo leans down close to you, every intention of cutting off your reply. "We have other uses for it."

You'd probably roll your eyes at the phrase if it wasn't for Mattheo's dick pushing past your teeth and hitting the back of your throat so quick you gag— eyes squeezed shut as Blaise bottoms out, again and again.

"That's one of them." he adds with a smirk, watching you choke on his best friends dick.

You can't even think. Every thought that enters your head is immediately replaced with another moan, another sensation, another need, another—

"Draco! Fuck!" You hear Pansy cry out from the couch.

"Keep going, Pans," Enzo grunts, his voice sounding choked. "Just like that."

"She taking you good, Blaise?" The question comes out in a moan of his own—you think it's Draco—and you wonder idly who's doing what over there now. "Tight as I remember?"

“Tight and wet and—fuck—" Blaise's voice has taken on a new level of strangled, desperate, need that's almost too raw to hear it, and— "she's—good. She's good."

"That's it," Draco grunts again, like he's pleased to hear it. "She's an—oh, yes, Pansy, fuck—"

The noise from the couch is too much—you're not able to think past the fullness—the desperate, overwhelming heat that's consumed you, and that's when you feel a pair of lips at your ear—

"Does it feel good?" Theo's words are barely louder than a whisper, your gagging sounds almost drowning them out. He grabs your hand, slowly bringing it to his crotch. "Having us like this?"

Your fingers are clumsy, shaky as they wrap around him and try to push his trousers down—it's hard to see past the water in your eyes but once you do you're rewarded with a gasp and a low swear under his breath that sounds so damn good you want to hear it a million times more.

"Mmmfff." You moan around Mattheo as Blaise's fingers find your clit, coaxing you towards a high you're not sure you can handle—

"That's it," Theo whispers, moving your hand just the way he likes it. His fingers are tangled with yours while his free hand finds your hair again, shoving you closer to Mattheo. "Fuck. That's it."

Everything is spinning and whirling in the best way, the best possible way, and you know you're there, so close, but it's so hard to think, so hard to do anything—when—

"You gonna' cum for us, baby?" Another pair of lips at your ear, not Theo's voice, but Blaise's—ragged with his deep thrusts. "Gonna' cum for us good and hard?"

Your response, which most likely would have been something along the lines of: "yes" or "please" or "gods yes fucking please," is completely smothered by Mattheo—his hand at the back of your head alongside Theo's, fingers tangled in your hair, cockhead slamming the back of your throat over and over and over—

"Then do it," Blaise knows your answer anyways. His fingers rub quicker, his hips piston faster. "Now."

And it's in this moment where you lose yourself completely—the world narrows down to your body, every sensation flooding through you, and the fucking sounds—Pansy's moans, Theo's groans, Blaise's pants, Mattheo's swearing, Draco's whimpers and Enzo's fucking grunting—where you can't do a goddamn thing to stop it, not that you even wanted to. You do what Blaise told you, cumming so hard you see stars behind your eyes, and for one blissful, everlasting second—you feel nothing but pure unadulterated pleasure, until it all comes rushing back with force.

You think you hear Theo say "good girl" as your body tenses—shaking, trembling, clenching around Blaise so hard his pace falters and his hips slow and his thrusts turn erratic—and then you feel it—the result of his pent up passion as he slows to to an absolute standstill—spilling his cum deep into your cunt while he shudders against you, gasping out a curse that might have been your name.

"Oh, fuck," he groans, slowly—carefully—and you feel him pull out of you just as Mattheo moans, hands tightening in your hair, spilling his own release down your throat. "Oh, sweet Merlin."

It takes a moment for reality to filter back in, and you try to catch your breath in a way that's probably not very dignified. You're not quite sure what to do with yourself—and quite frankly, you're not given the chance to figure it out as Mattheo pulls out too and Theo slips up behind you—

"Come here, Bella," he murmurs, his lips at your ear again—he sounds like he's trying to catch his breath, too. Through the fog you remember that at one point you were jerking him off—and you feel the confirmation of his need still hard against your ass as he pulls you up against him. "There we go. Easy now."

You try to speak—you're not sure what you would even say—but your voice is as shaky as the rest of you, and all that comes out is a soft moan.

"She's—" Blaise's still trying to steady his breath as he slumps into his prior chair, trousers still half undone. "—she's on mars."

"I've a feeling we all are," Theo mutters, holding you against him. His fingers skim down your stomach, almost like he's mapping out the aftershocks. "Some more than others."

You can almost feel the way his eyes flick across the room with that—noting the way Draco's splayed out on the couch next to Pansy who's now riding Enzo and jerking a still half-hard Mattheo—

"Oh, relax," Draco scoffs, eyes shut and head tipped toward the ceiling. "I'll rejoin the land of the living in a moment."

"Sure, Draco," Mattheo huffs, and you can practically hear the roll of his eyes from here. "We'll be here when you do."

"Mm—fuck, Pansy—"

Enzo's moan cuts through their bantering and it's at that moment where Theo finally decides he's waited long enough—he grabs your wrist and pulls you away from the table, directing you to the couch where he slumps down and drags you into his lap, your thighs on either side of his—throbbing, leaking cock pressing against your cum soaked cunt.

You moan, and Pansy moans beside you.

"I think," Theo murmurs into your neck, his words as thick and as needy as his hardness, "I could get used to this."

"S'that right?" You try to keep your words cool, to be as unaffected as you'd like, but—there's no hiding the way your breath hitches, the way you move your hips just the slightest in his lap. "I can't say the same about your size."

"Take me at your own pace." He husks, a smirk you're sure is attached to the words. "I'm halfway there already from that handjob."

You'd laugh at that if you weren't still so breathless and shaky from before, so instead the laugh comes out as a needy moan as you slide forward, shifting in his lap until you feel his tip brush up against your already sensitive clit—

"Gods," you breathe out the word, bracing your hands on his shoulders. "Such a gentleman."

"Always," he replies, completely sincere just before his hands grab your hips and in one quick motion—he's guiding you down onto him. "Always for you."

You'd reply—you'd probably even say something that might be sweet, if you could, if the rest of the world didn't fade into a sort of pleasurable blankness as you sink down—down until the moan that leaves you is so unbridled that it should have been embarrassing if the whole fucking lot of you weren't so far passed embarrassment—because just the head of him is so thick and you're suddenly thankful Blaise stretched you out so deliciously because otherwise you think it'd be too much, too quick and—fuck.

You're still sensitive, and you know he can tell—

"Oh, she's tight." Theo's voice is low in your ear, his lips tracing your jawline. "Too much?"

"Never," you gasp out, offering some weak shake of your head. "Never too much."

He grins against your pulse, teeth scraping across your skin—

"Good."

He punctuates the word by sinking you down a bit more, the stretch of his shaft drawing out a moan from deep in your chest—

"And when it is?"

—he pauses, tightening his grip on your hips to pull you up slightly before sliding you back down—

"Tell me."

You're only half able to form the thought at this point—the other half of you is so preoccupied with the feeling of his hands holding you, his lips against your skin, his voice in your ear—you nod, anyway, and there's another moan from somewhere in the room—Enzo again, and it's more of a whimper than anything else.

"That’s it, Pansy, so good—"

"Feels good, Enzy?" Her response comes through gasps. "You like it like that?"

Blaise answers for them both—you catch a glimpse of him from the corner of your eye, slumped back in his chair with a new drink in hand. "Keep that up and he'll never leave that couch again."

"He's not the only one." Theo's words vibrate through you, and while you're not sure if it's the meaning behind them or the way they're sent deep into your neck with a hint of teeth, either way you have to swallow a moan before you can respond.

"Is that so?" You reply, doing your goddamn best to keep your voice steady as Theo's hips roll up into you again.

"It is so," he murmurs. "You think you can handle staying on this couch all summer?"

Summer. Hardly a week away. You think of the days and nights you're going to spend in this manor, in this room—in this room on this fucking couch—

His hands slip to your ass, guiding you up and down. "You think you could last another hour?"

"Mmm," you manage to get the sound out before he rolls up again, the perfect angle to hit that sensitive spot somewhere deep inside you and that's all you have to say before all other higher level thinking goes out the window. "Oh, Theo, you’re fucking deep—"

"I know," he replies, his breath harsh against your throat, his words lost between the moans you can't seem to keep from slipping out. "I know, bella, I know—"

Cocky bastard.

You lean down, pulling his head against your chest with hands in his hair and he follows. You'd think he'd try to pull back, just to say something witty with a smirk on his face—but instead he groans, his tongue flicking over your nipple and that's when you hear Mattheo grunt from somewhere beside you—

"Fuck me." His voice comes out as a gasp that he's struggling to keep from sounding strangled. Pansy's still lazily stroking him, multitasking while riding Enzo. "I'm so fucking hard again."

If you could manage a proper response, you might have said that was the idea—you'd probably have said something very clever about how you wouldn't mind letting him down your throat again.

You can still think, but the thought is a struggle, so all you manage is a breathless—

"Matt—“

"Mmm?" Hardly a hum—and for some reason it's so much more attractive than it probably should be. "Yes, princess?"

The way you shiver at the pet name is something you're going to have to examine at some point—not now, though, because if you have to put any more thought into any single thing you're going to explode.

"You—you—"

Theo interrupts before you can finish the sentence. "Fuck her, Riddle."

If Mattheo's surprise at Theo's apparent order is evident, it's masked by the moan he lets out as Pansy does something that must have felt especially good.

"I, fuck—I already fucked her throat, Nott. If you'd finish gatekeeping her—"

"She's got another hole, Riddle," Theo replies, with that self-assured tone that's too goddamn cocky to be legal and you wonder absently if he knows what it does to you as he gives a sharp, deliberate roll of his hips. "She can handle it, can't you, bella?"

You try to moan out an answer—you're sure there's a sound there—anything to let him know that yes, you not only can but that you're not sure there's anything you'd rather do—yet the words die before you can get them out as Mattheo is already moving—rough hands finding your ass, spreading your cheeks as he leans down to press a kiss to the dimples on your lower back. The sensation catches you off guard but you don't have time to think about that before you feel something wet—his saliva, you think—slick between your cheeks and then his fingers are there, rubbing and massaging against your tight hole—

And then, he's pressing a finger into you. "Oh—"

You're not even sure if your gasp is a reaction to Theo's movement or Mattheo's—all you know is that for a moment it all just combines into a whirlwind that seems to just drown all the oxygen out of your lungs completely—

"I know," Theo's breath is as laboured and rough as yours—the rumble of his words vibrating against your chest, your collarbone. "God, I know—"

"Jesus," another moan, strangled and needy, and it's not from you or Theo or even Enzo—it's from Mattheo. "Oh, this ass is tight—"

That's not something you're going to be able to get over—hearing that coming from him. "Oh fuck, Matt—"

"Mmm?" There's a smile in his voice—and you'd see it on his face if you were facing him, if all of his focus weren't so decidedly somewhere else. "You want me to fuck this perfect ass, don’t you?"

With that he pushes another finger into you while Theo wraps his arms around your waist to hold you steady to his chest. His hips cant up into you, and you swear you're on fire—Mattheo chuckles.

The sensation is so much you’re crying out again, his teasing turning infuriating. "You're a goddamn—ah—bastard—"

"Maybe so," he replies, with a smack to one of your asscheeks. "But a bastard that's going to—"

He stretches you out, pumping and scissoring slow, just as deliberate as everything else he does—and the moan you let out is enough to drown out whatever witty, dirty words you're sure he was going to follow that with—

"Fuck—fuck," the word is all you can manage as you brace your hands against Theo's shoulders, nails digging into his skin— "oh, fuck—"

Mattheo groans against your back and you swear it's intentional because he has to know what all of this is doing to you—what it's doing to Theo by association.

"Fuck, she likes that—" Theo's gasp hits you like a punch in the gut. "I should have—"

It's like there's a whole sentence, some snarky, perfectly articulate statement he had in mind, but whatever words it was comprised of are lost in the way he shivers—in the way his hips jerk more erratically due to how tight you're squeezing him—due to the way your walls spasm as Mattheos fingers keep pumping, stretching—

"Should have what?" It's a miracle you manage the words, and you're feeling particularly proud about the way it's more of a challenge than a question, even if it's half mumbled.

Whatever it is, he can't say it, and whatever retort you had for that is interrupted by the sound of a grunt—Enzo. His face is screwed up in pleasure, his breath is coming in ragged, uneven pants and there's a look in his eyes that looks distinctly broken.

Mattheo groans and pulls his fingers free. You feel the tip of his dick replacing them. "Can’t fucking wait any longer."

Enzo's eyes meet yours, then, and they're absolutely wrecked. "I'm going to—"

Pansy grins and moans out her reply. "Yeah, you are."

There's little else you can say—not that you'd have the words even if you weren't as lost as the rest of them. You just have a flash of thought about how you've never seen Enzo look like that before, open and vulnerable and completely at the mercy of whatever bliss he's riding right now, but then there's another feral moan escaping your lips—

"Oh, Gods, Mattheo!—"

Theo groans into your neck as Mattheo presses in and it takes merely two seconds before your eyes roll back—the way he sinks into your ass is a level of fullness you weren't sure you could reach, and even that's a thought that's too complex for you to process as your head drops, forehead pressed to Theo's shoulder.

There's a hiss from his lips, another muttered curse that you half catch as he bites at your collarbone, his hands moving back to squeeze your hips—

"Fuck, yes," Mattheo's voice sounds more strained than you've ever heard it. "Jesus Christ, that feels good—"

"Don't think the saviour would like you taking his name in vain," Blaise says, from somewhere in the room. "Not in this scenario at least."

No, he wouldn't, you think, but there's no way you've got the wherewithal to speak now—any focus you had is lost now that you're impaled on not one, but two cocks and it's like your entire nervous system's been turned over to the sensation of being so fucking full, so surrounded—of not being able to do anything except try to remember how to breathe.

It's not working very well.

"Mm," Theo's moans, fucking up into you nice and slow. "I think he'd understand."

"I think that's a rather blasphemous stance to take," Blaise replies. "Then again, given the scenario, perhaps that's not the most shocking revelation I've had of you all today."

"Blaise," Enzo groans, his tone somewhere between pleading and demanding. "Are you really going to try and have a conversation right now?"

"Just making an observation," Blaise says casually, and you swear that part of your brain that still functions can see the smirk plastered on his face in your mind. "Merely commenting about the depravity on display."

"Your commentary is duly noted," Mattheo breathes, his words punctuated by a low moan as he smacks your ass. "And dismissed."

There's a grumble of agreement through the room at that, including one from you, but all your words come out as a gasp—

Theo loves you like this. You can tell he's fucking savouring it. "That's it, bella. You don't need to do more than that."

Part of you wants to protest the statement, wants to argue that you have it in you to contribute more, but no matter how hard you try—and you do try—all that comes out around the moans is an inarticulate mess.

"Yeah, that's it," Mattheo groans, and you'd be embarrassed about how utterly ruined by all of this you are if you could focus on anything other than the two dicks pumping you in rhythm. "Just let me and Nott take care of your—mmf—tight fuckin' holes."

There's a whine that worms its way out of your chest and through your lips at that, and you don't know what it's begging for—just that it's begging, and all your mind cares about right now is that Theo and Mattheo understand that.

Theo's response is a moan of his own and a hand finding the back of your neck, his fingers wrapping around your hair. "So fucking wet—tight—"

"And taking us so goddamn well," Mattheo adds as one of his hands grab your ass again, spreading you open. "Fucking hell—I'm so close—"

"So are we," Theo responds for you, and the words are harsh and desperate and make your whole body shudder. "So—ah—so are we—"

The realization that he can feel how close you are makes you clench—walls fluttering around the both of them as they fuck you tempered—it’s only a few more seconds before you're seeing stars so bright you hardly register the sounds of Enzo and Pansy reaching their climaxes next to you—the feeling of Pansy crashing her lips to yours as she cums and moans into your mouth propelling you further over the edge, into your own ecstasy—

And if there were a way to describe it, you're sure you'd think of it later, but right now it's all just fire and lightning—pleasure wracking your body until you're certain you're not going to come down for hours. You can't really hear anything—just the rushing of your own blood pulsing in your ears—but as it starts to subside, your vision returns and the sound follows—your lips still pressed to Pansy's as Theo moans underneath you, spilling his release into your cunt while Mattheo is still thrusting slow—

"Oh my god," you gasp as you break the kiss, all of you breathing so hard you're sure it's going to take a while for the oxygen levels in the room to return to normal. "Oh my god, oh my god—"

"Mmm," is about all Theo seems to be capable of currently.

It’s a rare thing for him to be rendered speechless—and you'd grin at the knowledge if it weren't for Mattheo still thrusting deep in your ass—leaving Theo trapped inside your cunt, his length still twitching and throbbing within your walls.

"Still with us, princess?" Mattheo's chuckle is somewhat strangled, and the hand he's not gripping your ass with finds your hair again, tugging your head back to expose your neck. "You aren't done already, are you?"

If he expects—or even wants—an actual answer to that question, he's going to be very disappointed because all you can manage is a strangled half-moan that's a decent representation to how you're feeling right now—

"I think she's lost her words," Mattheo murmurs—and then it's like he realizes something. "Maybe we should test that."

"Wha—"

It's not a proper word, but you don't even have the chance to fully get it out before his hand in your hair is pulling your head back even further and you realize that at some point Pansy had gotten off of Enzo and he's now kneeling on the couch in front of you with his cum covered cock aimed directly at your lips—

"Clean me off."

It's another demand you'd probably be inclined to respond to with a snarky reply if you were at all confident in your ability to do anything other than open your mouth and let him press the tip to your tongue—

"Good girl," Enzo says, and the praise is delivered with that voice that sounds like it came from some dark place inside him, the one that's only ever really appeared in the privacy of these walls and with this group of people. "Taste your bestfriend on me, hm? You like that?"

It's a question you'd probably deny a few months ago, but that's not the case anymore—and you know that the answer would be obvious regardless, given how you've just proven you're more than happy to share them with her. So instead you give an answer that's a better representation of how you feel without having to admit it, and it only comes out as a hum of agreement as you taste her.

"I know you do," Enzo replies, and he's got that same smirk he usually has when he's got the upper hand, the one that usually makes you feel at least mildly put out—now it just makes you shiver. "Little slut."

Theo, who's still trapped underneath you and still half hard inside you, moans at that.

"Mmmm-" yes, you want to say, but you can't and the noise you manage instead, around the taste of your bestfriend on your tongue, comes out more like a whimper that has absolutely no business doing as much to you as it does.

Mattheo growls with a deep thrust into your ass, and the whimper turns into a whine as Pansy moves closer to you.

"You look pretty," she murmurs, her mouth pressed against your hair as Enzo pushes his dick deeper down your throat. "You look so fucking pretty right now."

There's something about that, the way her voice caresses the words, that makes something warm rush through you, wrapping around the bliss and squeezing until you're almost overwhelmed again.

Your eyes water, as you gag. "Mmgh—"

"Mhmm," her lips move down your cheek, next to your mouth where Enzo is still slowly fucking it, and it's like the action is deliberate—a way to show, without saying it outright, just how wrecked you are. "And you say I'm insatiable."

That's fair, because right now you're fairly certain you've never wanted something to continue forever quite as much as you do this, regardless of the fact that you know it's not practical.

"Ah, fuck—" Mattheo grunts with a messy thrust. “Oh, fuck—"

He's not the most loquacious person in the world but even he is having a hard time getting words out—and you're not much better, with the only sounds you're capable of making completely indecipherable even for you, let alone the rest of the room.

"Fuck—" with a final curse, he spills his release deep into your ass and Theo groans from under you as you clench as a result. "—yes."

The feeling of him twitching and spilling inside you makes you moan around Enzo, and he groans too—one hand tangled in your hair and the other tangled in Pansy's to keep her close—

"Mm, yes," Enzo moans now, jerking his hips toward your face. "Feels good—so good—“

—and close is an apt word because they're all close to you, all surrounding you—even Blaise and Draco's exhausted presence are felt in the background.

"I'm pretty sure she's gonna be sore for days after this," Pansy says, the words whispered. "I hope you all know—"

"I think she'll be thanking us for that," Theo replies before anyone else can. "In a day or two at least."

Pansy giggles, a sound that's soft and familiar and comforting even in this current state of being surrounded and overwhelmed, and her cheek brushes up against yours as the two of you peer up at Enzo—

"You're probably right." She whispers.

Enzo grunts, pulling his cock from your mouth and offering it to Pansy who greedily takes it in her own—

"Selfless generosity," Theo murmurs from directly under your chin having just witnessed that, and his tone suggests he's got his signature smirk in place. "How noble of us."

"Very selfless," Blaise says, from somewhere in the room again—and even as you're lost in pleasure you know that statement borders on sarcastic. "Absolutely nothing in it for any of you."

"Nothing at all," Theo replies, the same amount of sarcasm in his voice as Blaise's. "It's all self-sacrifice."

"Mm," Mattheo murmurs against your shoulder, before he pushes himself off you and finally pulls out. "Not even a shred of personal satisfaction."

You're still collapsed on top of Theo, as boneless as a human being can be, and a quiet whine escapes your lips at the loss before you can stop it.

"See," Theo murmurs, a hand coming up to run through your hair. "We've practically made a martyr of ourselves here. Selflessness at its finest."

"So humble," Blaise says, and you swear you hear the eyeroll that's almost certainly included. "I think this calls for medals and a parade through the streets. A holiday, maybe. Selfless Slytherin Day."

Enzo huffs—you can tell he's considering telling Blaise to shut up before he ruins his orgasm but as Pansy drags her tongue along the underside of his shaft, he seems to forget about it—

"Absolutely," Mattheo says—and if you had the strength to lift your head and look at him there'd likely be a smug smirk on his face. "I'd volunteer to be parade marshall, personally."

Enzo pulls out of Pansy's mouth with a gasp—and it's all but two seconds before he sprays sticky jets of cum all over your face and hers, his head tipping back as he does—

"I'm sure you would," Blaise says dryly, his voice coming from closer now than before. "I'm sure you would also volunteer to accept the medal, and then offer a speech about how humble you are."

"Mhm,” Mattheo sounds unbothered. You know he is. "Obviously. Someone's got to make sure the truth is told."

Pansy giggles against your face, then, before her tongue drags across your cheek, collecting some of Enzo's release. "Well, it's no good if you all are going to keep doing a poor job at the selflessness part.”

"I think we're well past the point of pretending we're doing this selflessly," Theo mutters dryly as he presses a kiss to your shoulder. "If we were capable of that level of pretending, we'd all be in Ravenclaw."

Your hands find Pansy's hair, holding her close to you as you lick Enzo's cum off her chin and jaw.

"You're welcome to switch houses if you'd like," Blaise responds dryly. "Some of us were sorted to our houses for reasons other than self-satisfaction—"

"Oh, shove it, Zabini," Enzo says as his breath comes back. "You're acting like a bloody dad."

Blaise opens his mouth, presumably to offer some kind of sharp retort, but before they have a chance, Pansy cuts in. "If you're all quite finished with the pissing contest—“

"We've been done for minutes," Theo replies quickly, hand now stroking through your hair. "Now we're just bickering for the sake of it, as usual."

"Which means we've got at least another half an hour to go," Blaise mutters—before apparently giving up all attempt at sounding cool and collected and flopping down on the nearest open section of sofa.

"At least," Mattheo agrees. "Maybe an hour, if we're lucky."

Next to you, Enzo grunts out a laugh as he starts trying to fix himself back to modesty. "Lucky is one word for it—"

"I think lucky is an excellent term for the current state of things," Theo replies, his voice all smooth and silky and perfectly at fucking ease. "In fact, I'd be hard pressed to think of anything more lucky than getting to experience this."

Everyone is in agreement, at that.

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You can be just friends…right?

Best friend Rafe Cameron x alt!fem reader!

Being polar opposites of Rafe Cameron at first you clashed but eventually, you became close. After driving you to his house to celebrate an accomplishment, Rafe sees Topper hitting on you and finally lets himself be vulnerable.

Thank you to @bloodibambiidoll for helping me with the headers and letting me brainstorm! @cyberangel-graphics divider credit!

Warnings! Reader is inspired by Wednesday Addams! Season 4 era Rafe. Canon! Rafe! Oral! Fem receiving, praise, he lightly holds readers neck, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, barely edited because I’m ill.

“For someone who dresses like a witch, you take the girliest drinks.” Rafe set the coffee cup in front of you and sat across from you. You gave him a side glance while typing on your laptop, mumbling a thanks.

Rafe Cameron, an unlikely companion you met in your junior year in high school while he was a senior a long time ago. The friendship evolved after a healthy rivalry because you met his horrible attitude with dry wit.

But you had a fondness for the crash out oldest Cameron offspring. Who was arranging meetings and “handling business.” As he liked to put it. You were writing up the latest chapter of your fan fiction. A popular story that got good traction. It was also something Rafe never ceased to tease you about whenever he glanced at the words you came up with.

Rafe insisted on driving you to local animal shelter you volunteered at twice a week because normally you walked or drove the quote, “Death trap.” That he threatened to have removed from your garage.

And due to his busy schedule, this was one of the few times during the week you were able to physically spend time together.

“You hear the news about Sarah and uh, John B?” Rafe bright your attention away from the musing of your thoughts and you met his icy stare.

“My relationship with your middle sister is polite at best, Rafe. So, no.” You quipped and he exhaled sharply.

“Why do you talk like that-nevermind. Nah, she’s having a baby and I need help picking out a gift. She doesn’t know the gender yet but I could use your help.” He sounded…pained and you gently closed your laptop.

Your black nail polish shined, the skull ring on your ring finger a gift from Rafe six months ago. “Babies aren’t exactly my specialty, Rafe and seeing you as an Uncle is really funny but can’t you get Wheezie to help you?”

“Wow, okay, I come to you with a genuine question and you’re blowing me off.” He accused and you lightly kicked him with a boot.

“Enough with the dramatics. I’ll sign my name on the card and we’ll consider that my contribution.”

“A card? For what?” You huffed at his lack of knowledge.

“I suppose I can…try.”

That interaction concluded a typical day between you both. Later that week, Rafe landed a massive business deal that secured a lot of money. Naturally, your outgoing best friend wanted to celebrate. His definition of having a good time and yours differed massively.

Rafe announced that he was having a party and you were coming. He didn’t ask. Knowing you’d say no so instead his solution was to show up to your apartment, holding a black bag and a large cup of coffee.

“Don’t look at me like that, Monster High. Just take the bag.” Rafe ordered and you accepted it. He stepped inside your home, leaned against the wall and made a motion with his hand.

“Go change and I’m taking you to my place.” He saw the way your nose crinkled and his hands set firmly on your shoulders.

Physical contact wasn’t uncommon from Rafe but lately it happened a lot more. Brushes against your back, a hand on the knee or smoothing away your hair. You weren’t the best at guessing intentions so it made you feel conflicted.

You liked it. You liked the gestures. And you were embarrassed to. Your best friend made it abundantly clear he wasn’t interested in commitments and verbalizing his emotions definitely wasn’t his strong suit.

You wrote it off as pure thoughtless action as you changed clothing in your bedroom. You glanced in the mirror, already knowing it fit perfectly. It was a black dress, shorter than you normally wore and the bodice hugged your curves.

You came out, after customizing the outfit with fishnets and chunky shoes. Rafe straightened, his tall form stiffening at the sight of you approaching him. His jaw flexed and he opened his mouth to say something before deciding otherwise.

“Let’s go.”

You had busied yourself with setting up the music, straightening furniture and making sure the pool sparking until Rafe basically hauled you to socialize. You knew the guests but didn’t particularly enjoy them. But Rafe liked attention. He liked being around people who admired him and earning respect. He walked off, momentarily distracted by Barry and you took the opportunity to speed walk to the kitchen.

You poured yourself a soda, revealing in the brief moment of quiet when you felt a presence behind you. Turning, you saw Topper side step and stand before you. He gave you a friendly smile and instinctively pulled you into a greeting hug. You barely returned it, grimacing at the unwelcome contact and stood awkwardly.

“Hello.”

“Hey, how you doing? You look beautiful.” You almost felt…bad for him. You knew he meant it but he was just so…not your type.

“Thank you, Topper. How are you?” You felt like chewing glass at the small talk but he seemed to take it the wrong way. Topper moved even closer, mustering all the charm he could.

“Better now that I’m talking to you, pretty girl. What made you decide to join a party? It’s not your scene, huh?”

God, you wanted the earth to swallow you. But if you left, you’d be back with the crowd and loud music. Sweaty bodies and the sweltering sun. You debated sending a smoke signal but Topper’s hand fell on your arm.

Your eyes widened and he leaned down to whisper. “I mean we can always go somewhere more private.”

“For what?” You questioned and moved your head back.

“Jesus, I leave for two seconds and you’re already chomping at the bit, bro.” Rafe’s voice sounded more like salvation but the anger in his eyes took you aback.

“She’s off limits, man and I’ve told you that shit more than once. When are you gonna get it through your thick skull?” Rafe touched his fingers to his temples and you looked back and forth between the males.

“I didn’t realize that she was collared by you, Rafe. Thought you were just friends?” Topper shot back and you peered at Rafe.

“It’s not a big deal, Rafe. Why are you acting like this?” You questioned and he shook his head.

“Just leave her alone. She obviously doesn’t like you.” Rafe gave Topper a threatening glare and you rolled your eyes.

You crossed your arms and stepped directly in front of your best friend.

“What’s going on with you? Lately, you’ve been different. Short tempered, more than before and now this. Is there something going on?”

Your direct question made Rafe take hold of your elbow. “cmon. I don’t wanna do this right here.”

“No. You can tell me here. Now.” You sternly replied and swatted his hand away. “What’s wrong with you?”

Rafe looked on the verge of losing his mind and he looked at Topper. “Will you take a fucking hint, dude? Go!” He shooed him and you heard footsteps descending.

You held your ground and stared him in the eye. “I’m waiting.”

“Look. I know this was a weird, shitty way to do this and you know I’m not good at the whole feeling thing. But I wanted to do something nice for you tonight. I wanted you to-I wanted to tell you that you’re important to me.” He was stumbling and scratching the back of his neck.

You raised an eyebrow. “So…you throw a party, knowing I don’t like them, drive me here after buying me this dress just to tell me I’m important?” You parroted and he groaned.

“No! I mean-yeah but-damn it.” Rafe stopped speaking but cupped the back of your head. You gasped as he brought his lips to yours in a slightly open mouthed kiss. His other hand pressed you against him by splaying on your lower back, deepening your lip lock.

His mouth was soft, dominant as he met your tongue and squeezed your hip. Shock disappeared and you kissed him back. Your stomach had butterflies and your center tightened as Rafe’s thick fingers found the top of your ass.

Your lipstick was most likely ruined as Rafe sucked your lower lip but ripped himself away. He breathed heavily and tossed a side glance around him.

“Let’s go,” He took your hand and started quickly walking. You jogged to keep up with his pace.

“Rafe, where are we going?” You asked but he kept moving, his steps quick and you saw the familiar door of his bedroom.

He pulled you inside, closing the door behind him and he went to bring you back to him but you held up a palm.

“Wait. What, what is this?” You were finally collecting your thoughts after the heated kiss, your nerve endings in overdrive and your skin burning. Catching a glimpse of yourself in his mirror, you saw your smeared lipstick and you sighed exasperatedly.

“What’s what? I told you earlier,” Rafe began but you interrupted.

“I know what you said. But what does that mean? In this moment. Do you just want to hook up? Is that why you just brought me in here? Is that all you want?” He didn’t miss the pointed accusation but he didn’t respond in anger.

Rafe touched his shaved scalp, chest deflating. “I get why you’d think that but no. I don’t wanna just fuck you. I like you. I like your little weird quirks. I like how you’re not afraid of what people think. I don’t want you to be any different.”

You remained silent, letting him find his words.

“Look. It’s more than…liking you. I love you,” Rafe spoke your name with a tenderness you rarely heard. Your heart swelled at his confession.

“Seeing you is the best part of my week. Talking to you is one of the only things that keep me from losing my mind. You’ve been there for me when everything went to shit and when I lost my dad (TW WARD mention)” Rafe took a step forward, his fingers twitching as if he wanted to touch you.

“And you’re always calling me out when I act like a dick. Which is a lot.” He bit his lower lip and your gaze flickered between his face to the floor.

“I mean can you blame me? For falling for you?” Rafe chuckled, bright teeth showing and you swallowed. Trying to moisten your dry mouth.

“Rafe, this doesn’t seem real.” You confessed. “I mean you’ve always talked about not wanting to settle down and why should I believe that I’ll be any different?”

Rafe perked up, not dissuaded and his palms finally settled on your waist. It was comfortable, despite the way your belly hurtled at his attempt at being gentle.

“Wait, that’s not a no. That’s not a rejection, do you love me?”

You felt completely naked. He was imploring you with his perfect face and intense eye contact. You weren’t good at living in the moment. You were always overthinking. And this wasn’t a cookie cutter situation. Rafe had problems. Deep ones. So did you.

But you couldn’t lie to him.

“Yes, Rafe. I love you too.” It was a shaky admission but he seized the opportunity and kissed you again.

He pressed so hard you could feel his teeth and he looped his arms around your back. Rafe lifted you off the ground, making you squeak in surprise and he landed you both on his bed.

You’d fantasized about this plenty of times but it was even better. Rafe was strong, his firm body easily weighed yours down and he effortlessly shifted your body higher. He cupped your jaw and massaged your tongue with his.

You moaned softly and then louder as he kneaded your tits. Rafe messily peppered kisses along your neck, sucking your sweet spot and your back arched. His ring clad fingers were warm as he lifted the bottom of your dress up. Exposing your body and black underwear.

“God you’re so fucking pretty. You gonna let me show you that, baby?” He breathed and dragged his lips against your upper stomach, down, down and Rafe inhaled the scent from your open legs.

His big hands peeled off your panties and he grunted deep in his chest as he looked at the wetness in the center.

“Well, you’ve been needing this, huh?” Rafe mused and caused you to whimper as he dragged his tongue to the middle of your underwear.

“If that tastes sweet, I bet the source is even better.” Without another second hesitation, Rafe pushed your thighs apart, encouraging you to put them over his shoulders. Your heels dug into his back as he dived in.

Rafe didn’t eat pussy that often. He usually warmed a girl up with his fingers before fucking her senseless. But with you, his dick throbbed at the taste of your cunt as he lapped away. He was a little aggressive, moving his head back and forth. Digging his fingers into the meat of your thighs but your groans and the way you set your hand on his head drove him crazy.

“Mhm, fuck, yeah i know. Prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.” Rafe praised and separated your folds. He sucked your clit and gently nipped with his teeth. Soothing it immediately and you were almost seeing stars as you rode his face.

He gave you an encouraging slap on the ass and brought you impossibly closer. You knew he probably couldn’t breathe but when Rafe tongue fucked your entrance and then dragged back to your clit it caused you to be embarrassingly loud.

“I’m cumming, I’m cumming-Rafe-“ you chanted and he pried your legs back open to lick you through it. Your body trembled and your eyes fluttered open as he crawled up.

The sight of his glistening chin and mouth was the hottest thing. Rafe gripped your cheeks. “Give me those fucking lips,” And he fused them together.

You tasted the remnants of yourself as you put your hands underneath his shirt. Rafe impatiently took it off, quickly kissing you again and his fingers made work to remove his pants.

“Gonna fill you up, princess. Need to fuck your pussy,” He almost sounded on the brink of begging and you sighed in admiration as you glanced at his cock.

Rafe took the leaking tip and ran it along your slit. Tapping the head against your puffy clit and he pushed into you. The stretch ached for a second but then the way he hit the deepest spot in you made your eyes roll back.

You wrapped your legs around his waist and Rafe moaned deep in his chest. His lips found your ear, “You feel so good, fuck, I’ve been wanting this. You can take it, atta girl.”

He clamped your thigh down, holding it against the mattress, spreading you as open as possible and his other hand settled lightly around your neck. Your mouth parted and Rafe thrusted harder. Balls thudding against your ass.

“Taking me like a good girl, that’s it. Move with me,” Rafe ordered and you were fucked out completely but obeyed him.

You took his fingers in your mouth when he moved his hand, sucking softly and Rafe smiled at you with his slight smugness.

“Just Fucking your best friend and you’re already brainless. Give it to me, let me have your cum,” Rafe looked down at your connected bodies and gave you a deep roll of his hips.

You let out a sob, tears streaming down your face and mascara running down your cheeks. Your orgasm came like a tidal wave and you buried your face into Rafe’s neck, biting lightly on his shoulder.

Rafe was right behind you, emptying his cum in your pussy and he moaned thickly. His arms squeezed you a bit too tight but it was comforting. You still moved, hooking your knee against his ribcage and flipped him on his back.

Rafe let out a noise of surprise but then his blue eyes were darkened with lust. Your hands ran down his chest as sweat decorated your skin. Your jeweled fingers and bracelets clinked as you teasingly dragged your nails on his shoulders.

“I like seeing you confident. It’s hot.” Rafe smirked and reached up to brush a knuckle against your cheekbone. “Mmm, you’re so pretty y’know? I’ve always thought that. Even with all that on your face.”

You rolled your eyes but gave him a returning smile. Straddling his lap, you gently bounced right above his dick. “Bet you’re just saying that.”

He rested his head back, cupping your ass and meeting your motions. “Nah, you know I mean it.”

“So, what now?”

“We figure it out. But for now,” Rafe leaned up and you felt his abs tighten. “You gonna let me feel that pretty little pussy again?”

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kinda sorry - firefighter!rafe

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summary: After months of a cat & mouse game Rafe finally gets his favorite waitress alone. He doesn’t even care if it’s at his place of work.

warning: 18+, firefighter!rafe x waitress!reader, fem reader, SMUT! these people are freaks!! dirty talk, oral, cum play & eating (I’m so sorry?), praise kink, fingering, cursing, p in v

an: hiiiii this is so smutty I actually need to repent my sins. I promise I’m working on the next part of cherry wine I just cannot figure out how to end it so in the mean time enjoy another firefighter rafe fic. Does it kinda suck ? yeah.

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You wiped the same spot on the counter for the fifth time as you looked at the clock on the wall behind you. It was already fifteen past seven and they weren’t here yet. You were starting to get antsy. They always showed up at seven like clock work and you hadn’t seen them leave for a call. No flashing lights and loud sirens had been heard or seen.

God you felt pathetic. When did your life come this?

Pining over a hot firefighter who worked across the street and probably only acknowledges your existence for free slices of pie and haphazard flirting. He was so handsome you’d let him flirt with you for free pie any time. You really did feel pathetic, but it had been a long time since a very attractive man made your palms sweat and stomach flutter. Even if there was a chance it was all just out of boredom on his end.

When that hope in your chest that they’d come began to diminish you looked up one more time, just in case. That’s when you spotted the group men walking out of the fire station across the street. A smile involuntarily appeared on your lips. Your favorite part of the week finally arrived.

You’ve been working at Penny’s since high school so you were familiar with the little routine the men across the street carried on. You had grown up with most of the guys having known them since you were a teenager. A couple of them now even being your old classmates. Except for him.

Rafe had started a few months ago and you hadn’t stopped thinking about him since his first visit to Penny’s. It was rare to see a handsome face like his in this small town. It was rare to see a new face period.

You spotted him right away. He could surprisingly pull off the buzzcut and mustaches always did something for you. He was tall with big arms, how could anyone not like him.

From behind the register you watch through the windows as he laughed at something one of the other guys said rubbing his hand over his mustache. A habit you noticed he had. God did he look as handsome as ever. You wanted to know what his mustache felt like against the skin of your neck and against your inner thighs.

The bell above the door rang as the group of men walked into the small diner. You pretended to be busy by wiping the spot next to the one that you had spent the last fifteen minutes on. Doing your best to seem nonchalant like you hadn’t been anticipating their arrival all day by staring out the windows. You would never do something like that.

You looked up and smiled at the familiar faces welcoming them in. They greeted you as they walked to their usual booth in the corner.

Rafe was the last to walk in giving you a smirk and a small nod as he passed. His navy blue tee shirt fit tightly over his chest and biceps. Always a sight for sore eyes. You were practically drooling, you wanted to bite him. Wanted to feel his big hands all over your skin.

You cleared your throat and took a deep breath feeling your cheeks get hot. You needed to push those thoughts away or you’d do something embarrassing. Brushing your hands on your apron you approached them, pulling out your favorite pen and sticker covered order book.

You may or may not have put a little more effort into your appearance today. For no particular reason of course, but if he was going to flirt with you then you might as well play into it. At least that’s what you told yourself when you applied lashes and added some blush to your cheeks.

“Hey guys, what can I get you all to drink?” You asked once standing in front of the table as if they didn’t order the same thing every time.

“I’ll take a coffee my dear,” Captain Morales said smiling. He’s known you for years now and looked out for you as if you were his own daughter.

Rafe was last to order. That smirk making it’s way to his lips again, “I’ll take a coffee y/n,” His eyes lingered on your glossy lips. Little did you know that he was thinking about how he could just eat you up.

As his eyes raked over you face he didn’t miss the red tinge in your cheeks. He’d do anything to make it an even deeper red. Specifically have you blushing profusely under him or even on top of him. Then he started to think about you bent over and ready for him.

“Coming right up!” You said sweetly before heading off to get the coffees breaking whatever trance he was in.

-

Wednesday’s had become Rafe’s favorite day of the week. Not only was it technically his friday but he got to see his favorite girl. He always thinks about the first time he saw you. You were arguing with a customer who thought their expired coupon should still be valid. He watched as the guy threw his soda at you and before him or any one else could step in you punched the guy in the nose and dragged him out by his collar. The idiot cradling his nose bleeding nose.

That has been the hottest thing Rafe had ever witnessed.

“Now it’s free! Never come back dick head!” You yelled at him as you stomped back into the diner. After spending a few minutes in the back changing into a tee shirt you had in your locker you went to their table. Your tough demeanor had vanished and you held a soft smile on your face. That’s when he knew he was fucked.

-

Y/n walked back behind the counter to grab mugs and the coffee pot. You knew you’d probably have to make another fresh pot after serving them. Your best friend, Grace, had returned from her break and was wiping menus staring at the table of men.

“Matt looks so good. If we don’t get laid by these hot men we need to quit and become nuns,” Grace said quietly as she eyed the firefighter she’s had her eye on since he moved to town a few years ago.

Y/n snorted, “I’ve given up on mine. It’s been months and it’s just flirting and checking me out,” she shrugged, “Our hook ups and incredibly romantic dates will remain in my fantasies.”

“Don’t say that when I’ve been waiting a year now for mr brown eyes,” Grace huffed, “Why doesn’t he do anything. He acts like I’d say no to him.”

“You could ask him out,” You said handing her three mugs to help you take everything. Mostly so she could get closer to Matt.

She laughed dramatically, “You’re so funny Y/n! And after that I’ll call my dad since we’re saying things that are never going to happen.”

“Oh come on he could never say no to you,” You encouraged.

“Then you ask blondie out.”

You stared blankly at her.

She snorted, “That’s what I thought. Lets just continue to admire from afar so the hottest men we’ve ever seen don’t reject us.”

You followed behind her with a sigh. It’s not like you hadn’t thought about asking Rafe to hang out. It’s just that you had that nagging feeling in your chest that maybe he didn’t want to see you anywhere outside the diner. You cleared your throat to rid the anxiety that began to bubble in your stomach. You didn’t have time to over think that right now.

Grace placed one of the cups in front of Matt and he looked up at her with a shy smile, thanking her softly. They were two idiots in love.

“Are we ready to order?” You asked after filling the last mug.

“Yes ma’am,” Stanford said. One of the other older fire fighters.

It was always hard paying attention to their orders when Rafe’s ocean eyes were boring into you. He always had that affect of turning you into complete mush.

“For you Rafe?” You asked tilting your head to the side slightly.

A teasing smile pulled at his mouth, “Bacon cheeseburger with fries please.”

“No onions?”

He nodded. His pants getting a bit tight at the thought of you remembering something about him.

“You got it, I’ll put this is for you boys.” You smiled an walked away. A little extra sway to your hips hoping Rafe was watching but hoping you weren’t making a fool of yourself.

-

A slap to the back of his head got Rafe out of his trance. He ducked rubbing his head turning towards the culprit. His wonderful view of your ass ruined.

“Ow?” He muttered looking over at Miguel next to him.

“Are you just going to check her out every fucking week or are you going to do something?” He asked with a teasing tone.

Rafe ran a hand through his hair, “I don’t have time for a girl right now.”

“You’re such a fuckin liar,” Morales laughed as he sipped his black coffee.

Rafe rubbed his face, “I’m working on it okay.”

Morales smirked knowing he was getting under his skin, “You and baby face over here need to grow a pair or someone else is gonna realize how wonderful those women are and beat you to it.”

“Hey what do I have to do with this,” Matt muttered rubbing his mustache.

Miguel laughed, “Dude Grace has been pining for you for forever and don’t act like you don’t feel the same.”

His began blushing at the thought of her, “Whatever. She’s too good for me anyways.”

“Spare me the pity party Anderson and ask the woman out,” Morales said and then pointed at Rafe, “And you. Do something or don’t. Don’t string her along with whatever flirting shit you do.”

Rafe huffed, “Yeah Yeah.”

He turned to look for you tuning out whatever new conversation started between the men. He found you laughing with Grace as you both rolled napkins with silverware. He loved your laugh and your smile. It was so infectious and warm. Rafe had no idea he could feel this way towards someone.

At first it was all lust. Your attractiveness captivated him, especially knowing you didn’t put up with anyone’s shit but also still a complete sweetheart. He moved to this town because he needed a fresh start. He didn’t expect to pine after a woman who was way too good for him.

Rafe continued to watch as you walked around helping other customers. The sway of your hips made him want to grab onto them. Pull you against him as he kissed down your neck from behind. He’d love to hear your laugh as his mustache tickled your ear. He could already see how pink your cheeks would get at the dirty words he’d whisper in your ear if you let him.

You had no idea that you could have him on his hands and knees for you.

-

Captain Morales had paid for their dinner and they had gone back to the station. Of course the meal was filled with Rafe’s longing glances towards you. Some not so subtle flirting on his end, you of course didn’t do it back in front of the other guys. But when they’d al go outside to wait for the captain to pay he would linger as you wiped down their table.

That nights conversation had firmly planted that seed of hope. Hope that he’d finally pull a move on you since there was a fundraiser barbecue at the station this weekend. Obviously you would be there because you would never miss an opportunity to support your community. It had nothing to do with the fact that Rafe was going to be there.

“You’re coming this weekend right? Or do they have you working?” He had asked with a smirk.

You shook your head with a teasing smile, “Not working, don’t worry I’ll be there.”

“Good.”

“Good?” You teased tilting your head a little in a questioning manor.

He nodded, “I’d be bored without my favorite girl.”

You huffed a flustered laugh, “You mean server?”

He shook his head, “I meant what I said.”

-

Rafe watched as you laughed with Mrs.Garcia about something as you helped pass out desserts. It had been almost three hours since the fundraiser started and he had gotten to talk to you only a handful of times.

He was put on grill duty and you had been pulled in all directions by people. Rafe liked the small town atmosphere of the place and it was one of the reasons why he was glad he got hired at that station, but now he was starting to hate it. Why did everyone have to know you and take you away from him.

You were just as disappointed as him. Every time you would try and make your way to the grill someone would pull you to help with something or the kids would want you to watch their dance routine they made up. You could feel his eyes on you and when you looked back at him he’d smirk. That stupid devilish handsome smirk.

The sun had begun to set and people were starting to clear out. You looked around and found Rafe helping take down all of the tables and put away chairs. Being ordered around by Captain Morales. You sighed, maybe you and Rafe were always meant to just have flirty banter. Nothing more.

You didn’t want to wait around until he was free again and you didn’t want to bother him so you accepted your fate. Before you left you wanted to use the restroom so you made your way into the firehouse.

Once Rafe was done helping clean up he looked around for you. He didn’t see you anywhere. His chest filled with disappointment as to how the night went. He thought this would be his chance to talk to you outside your job and maybe even take you home. His disappointment was clear on his face as he continued to look around as if you’d come out of thin air any moment.

Beside him someone cleared their throat, “She went inside a couple minutes ago,” Captain Morales said.

Rafe looked over at him with furrowed brows, “huh?”

“Your girl. She’s inside. Now hurry before you miss your chance,” He nodded towards the open door.

Rafe laughed, “How do you even-“

“Son you two look at each other like you both hung the moon I’d be an idiot to not know. Now please go get her I don’t want to have to deal with your attitude later if you miss your chance.”

Rafe nodded his head with a wide smile, “Yes sir.”

He made his way into the firehouse to look for you. Hopefully you hadn’t slipped by him. As he turned the corner to where the restrooms were he found you standing looking at some pictures hanging on the wall.

He stood there for a minute just admiring you. Your soft cheeks and long lashes. Your long smooth legs in that sundress that looked a bit too short and tight on you. It made something in his stomach stir. He cleared his throat to gain your attention.

Your head snapped towards him. Eyes widening in surprise, you weren’t expecting him. Rafe walked over to stand by you and see what you were staring at. It was a picture of the whole station. Then a picture of him and a couple other guys.

“Staring at me huh?” He asked with a smirk.

You rolled your eyes playfully, “You wish Cameron.”

“I do.” He turned to look at you. That dreamy look in his eyes, “You almost got away from me today.”

You laughed softly, “Sorry. I was trying to come up to you but you know how it is.”

He nodded, “That’s the unfortunate thing about liking a girl everyone loves. You couldn’t help the hear that creeped up your neck at his confession.

He didn’t let you say anything as he continued, “Guess that just means I’ll need to take you out on a date to get you alone.”

You let out a surprised huff, “Oh yeah? Well we’re alone right now.” You looked around making a show of it.

He smirked, “So you don’t want to go on a date with me baby?”

This man was going to be the death of you, “Of course I do. Been waiting for you to ask.”

He laughed and took a step closer to you, “Sorry it’s taken me so long. I liked that little dance we were doing, but let me make it up to you.”

Your body was on fire at everything he was saying. This man had to have been created in a lab with the way he was speaking to you. He was walking closer to you now and you took a few steps back until your back hit the wall of the hallway.

“How are you gonna do that hm?” You tried to play cool as if your pulse wasn’t racing in anticipation. Now you weren’t usually a girl that hooked up with a guy before going on a date but that was going all out the window today if Rafe wanted to have his way with you.

He reached forward and stroked your cheek with his thumb. His eyes going down to your lips. His tongue poking out to wet his bottom lip as your parted, “By fucking you.”

Your eyes widened slightly. Thighs clenching at his non filtered confession, he really was done playing the cat and mouse game. You didn’t even care. Your brain became complete mush and you would let him fuck you in this hallway right now if he wanted to.

“You gonna let me do that hm?” He asked as if he didn’t already know the answer by the way your thighs clenched and your nipples hardened underneath your dress.

You nodded slowly as if you were under a spell. Your heart was erratic as you pictured this tall handsome man fucking you in his big arms. You could cum just thinking about it.

His thumb tugged gently as your bottom lip, “Words baby come on.”

“Yes please,” You said softly.

That’s all he needed to hear before he took your hand and dragged you into the room next to you. It was one of the rooms where they came to sleep during over night shifts. It had a desk, bunk beds, and one single bed. He locked the door behind him before pushing you up against the desk. Rafe and you were panting and you hadn’t even touched each other yet.

He cupped your face in his hands and groaned, “You’re so beautiful I can’t keep my hands to myself anymore.”

“Then don’t,” You murmured in a haze as he dove in to capture your lips in his.

He groaned and moved his hands down to your waist and then to your hips. Pulling you even closer to him as you parted your mouth to let him have more access. He was everywhere and it felt so good. His tongue explored your mouth as his hands grabbed and squeezed at your body. The light whimpers and moans leaving your mouth sending him into a frenzy.

He pulled away with hazy eyes and swollen lips, “Fuck I’ve been thinking about this for long.”

You nodded your head rapidly, “Me too.” You said breathlessly. You felt like you were in a Rafe enduced trance. He moaned at the sight of your swollen lips and the strap of your dress had fallen in the haste.

He pushed you back so you were sitting on the desk now with him between your parted legs. He leaned forward and began pressing open mouthed kisses to your neck. You tilted your head back giving him more room. Your fingers tangled in his hair. Tugging when he kissed that one particular spot below your ear. He bit at your neck and you gasped as his tongue soothed the sting. You had never been so turned on in your life, and he hadn’t even touched you really.

That changed when his hands slid down your hips to your thighs. He squeezed them loving the feel of them. Rafe couldn’t wait to have them wrapped around his head, he wanted you to suffocate him. He needed you to suffocate him with your pussy.

He played with the hem of your dress as he kissed your collarbone. He was being a tease, “I thought the teasing was over.” You mumbled with hooded eyes. You wanted him to just shove the dress up and fuck you.

He chuckled against the swell of your breast that he had been peppering with kisses, “Patience sweetheart. I’ll fill you up with my cock, tongue, and fingers in no time.”

You moaned at his words as he slipped the straps of your dress down and tugged the top part down to reveal your tits. He groaned at the sight of your perked nipples and leaned down taking one in his mouth. His other hand reaching for the other and brushing his thumb over the sensitive bud.

The moans that left your mouth were pornographic. It was like you had been touched in years which was only partly true.

“Mmm you’re so sweet,” He groaned as he moved to the other one.

You sighed with pleasure, “I need you.”

He laughed softly going back to kiss you, “Don’t worry baby I’ll give you what you need.”

His big hands grabbed your hips and pulled you off the desk in a swift motion. You thought he was going to take you to the bed and finally have his way. You should have known better with him, you’re starting to get that Rafe loves the anticipation. The chase of it all because he turned you around so his chest was on your back.

You could feel him aching agains your lower back. He felt so big and your mouth watered at the thought. You barely had any time to question what he was doing when you felt him press kisses from in between your shoulders and down your back. As he did he gently pushed you down to be basically bent over the desk. Then he was kneeling behind you.

His hands stroking your thighs as they shook in anticipation. He playfully bit your butt with a small groan. Rafe pushed your dress up to rest around your waist. Almost on instinct you arched your back and pushed your hips towards him. Needing for him to do something.

“Please Rafe,” You murmured desperately.

He grinned sweetly, “You sound so pretty asking nicely baby.” He reached his hand down to lightly stroke you over your underwear.

You gasped at the minimal contact. Then he was fully rubbing circles onto your clit. The wet patch at your center growing. He pulled your cheeks apart as he dove in and pressed wet kisses to your clothes pussy.

“Fuck,” He groaned, “Let me have a taste yeah?”

You whined. Literally whined, “Please Rafey please please.” You never thought you could be this desperate for a man. You could feel his smirk against your cunt.

He slid your panties to the side and dove in like a starved man. You gasped in surprised not expecting him to go all in since he had been teasing so much, but you’d thank God every day for it. You already knew you’d be thinking about his mouth for the rest of your life.

Rafe’s tongue massaged your clit in the best way and with the position his nose nudged at your entrance. His hands reached up to grab a handful of your ass and squeeze making you moan louder.

The room was filled with the sounds of his sucking and lapping as well as your whines. His hand then came down to slap one cheek. A motion that made you push yourself against his mouth even more.

Rafe would be a happy man if this is the way he went out. Drowning in your pussy. Your juices dripping down his chin as he mercilessly worked his tongue over you. The groans he let out adding to the pleasure.

Pressure built up in your lower stomach as that knot of pleasure tightened. You had never gotten so close so fast besides with your own hand. The way this man was lapping you up had your legs shaking.

“Yes Rafe!” You exclaimed, “Gonna cum!”

Your head flew back as your eyes shut in pleasure. The white hot euphoric feeling of your orgasm taking over.

“Mhmmm,” He groaned as he continued to lick and suck, “Fuck baby so good.” He mumbled as he continued his ministrations prolonging the intense feeling.

He pulled away once he had cleaned you up of everything you gave him, “Such a messy girl huh,” He mumbled as he pulled your hair so your back was against his chest again. Your head tilted back onto his shoulder. Rafe had a way with words, it had your mind in a haze.

He moved his hand to cup your face and tilt it towards him even more so he could capture your lips in his. The kiss was sloppy and so hot.

You pulled away slightly and mumbled against his lips, “Please please fuck me Rafey.”

He but his lip and groaned, “Of course baby anything you want.”

You expected him to shove his pants down and stuff his cock in you but you should have known him better. He spun you around so your back was pressed to the desk again. He tapped on the back of your thighs to get you to sit on it again and as you did he mumbled, “So obedient.”

The scene in front of him looked so vulgar. You were sat at the desk with your dress bunched around your stomach. All the delicious parts Rafe wanted to dive into exposed. He took a mental picture to remember it even though this definitely wouldn’t be the last time he’d have his way with you.

You reach out for him and tugged at his shirt wanting it off. He smirked as he took the hint and pulled it off. The sight of his toned chest and broad arms had you gushing all over again.

“We should be quick now before they come looking,” He muttered as he began to undo his belt. He pulled his pants and boxers down to rest around his ankles. His cock on full display for you and you bit your lip as you took in the sight. Glassy eyes widening at the size, you had never seen one like that.

He tugged at it a few times to relieve the tension. The way you were looking at him was making his ego grow, and Rafe didn’t really need that.

Grabbing where your knees crease he pushed your legs up so your feet were almost flat on the desk. Your core glistening and on display for him.

“Fuck I can’t wait to be in that nice wet pussy,” He couldn’t away. He let you hold yourself up now as he grabbed himself and began sliding his tip through your folds. You let out small whimpers at the feeling. Then rubbed it over your clit, making you even wetter.

Rafe was having the time of his life. You felt so good against him he never wanted to stop. The way your nipples perked and your eyes practically watered in pleasure.

“You’re so wet baby,” He slipped the tip into your entrance, “mmmph feel s’good huh.” He smirked cockily as he pushed himself in deeper and deeper.

Your brows furrowed in pleasure as he stretched you deliciously. His thumb finding your clit and rubbing soft circles. Your head fell back with a sigh as he bottomed out.

He leaned forwards and kissed you softly as he started moving. You both moaned as he pushed back in hitting that sweet spot. He pulled away and leaned down to take a nipple in his mouth. Sucking and gently tugging.

Your hands were tangled un his short locks. As his movements grew faster and harder your hands moved all over. His shoulders, chest, back anywhere you could touch. Your nails leaving crescents in his skin as he continued to mumble obscenities into your ear.

‘so good baby’ ‘the most perfect pussy’ ‘my good girl letting me fuck her so well’

The feeling of euphoria increasing as he continued. Rafe groaned as he felt you tighten around him. He was regretting one thing right now and that was waiting this long to fuck you.

“M’close Rafe,” You whined as that familiar feeling spread throughout your body.

“I know,” He panted and started working faster, “Cum for me baby come on. I know you can do it.”

His encouragement helped your release. As he felt you orgasm and tighten around him he neared the edge of his own orgasm.

“Need you to cum in me,” You mumbled as he milked you for all you had.

His eyes rolled back at your statement, “Fuuuck.” Then his hips snapped into you a few more times before he released inside you coating your walls in his cum. It felt so good to have him stuffed inside you. His head resting on your chest as he groaned. After a few minutes of your labored breaths Rafe slowly pulled out. The loss of him causing you to whimper and he just smirked.

You thought you guys were done but then Rafe looked down and slipped two fingers inside you.

“Oh Rafe,” You gasped, “W-what are you doing?”

He bit his lip as he continued to watch his fingers pump in and out slowly, “Feeling how well you took all my cum baby.”

Then as if he couldn’t be hotter and dirtier he removed his fingers and his cum was all over them. He took them and began rubbing it over your clit. The overstimulation made your toes curl and your mouth fall open.

The scene in front of him was so filthy and will be on constant reply for the rest of his life. The entire last hour he would be thinking about that forever.

He removed his fingers and you reached out grabbing his wrist to tug the fingers into your mouth. Licking and sucking his fingers clean.

“Dirty girl,” He mumbled as you pulled them out with a pop.

He leaned in and kissed you softly, no more lust behind it. It was something else now. Rafe helped you fix your dress and pull your underwear back on after he pulled his pants back up.

“I’m kind of sorry I didn’t take you out first but I also don’t regret it because I’ve been wanting to get my hands on you for months,” Rafe said as you fixed your ruffled hair.

You smiled at him, “I’m not at all. You can still take me out and we can do that all over again.”

A loud banging on the door made you jump and rafe whip his head around.

“You guys done yet? I need a nap,” one of the other guys yelled through the door.

Your face paled at the realization that you might now have been very quiet. Rafe just laughed, “One minute!”

“Oh god. I need to quit my job and move towns now,” You put your hands on your face in embarrassment.

Rafe laughed and kissed the back of your hands that covered your face, “Nuh uh. Not running from me now.”

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SLYTHERINSLUT0’S KINKTOBER

october 28th. theodore nott. lorenzo berkshire — humiliation / degradation

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST. | 2024.

summary: never let enzo berkshire find out about one of your kinks. unless….

warnings: 18+, SMUT MDNI, halloween ghostface costumes, threesome, fwb!theo, bestfriend!enzo, reader is involved in a bet unbeknownst to her, mask kink, humiliation on high, degradation, fingering, denied orgasm, oral m!rec, PIV, dirty talk, manipulation.

"Black cat mask?"

You shake your head, barely sparing the thing a glance.

"Mm, no. Too unoriginal."

"Right," Enzo sucks his teeth, tossing the mask back into the bin you're both half-heartedly rifling through. "Orange cat, then? That's far more fitting for you anyways."

"Enzo—no cats, please," you mutter, running a hand through your hair, staring down at the disheveled heap of plastic. None of it catches your eye, none of it sparks anything. "It's Halloween. I want something...scarier."

"Of course. Only day of the year you get to pretend you're as terrifying as me." He croons—half-laughing through the words. The tease itches in your mind, and you're halfway to some retort when he's already holding up another mask. "How about this one?"

You glance up, ready to dismiss whatever nonsense he's holding this time, but the sight of it stills the air in your lungs. A Ghostface mask. Stark white, hollow eyes staring back at you—it's grimace cast in a faded glow under tired shop lights. It's nothing—just a mask, just a piece of cheap plastic in Enzo’s hand—but your heart skips, stumbles, clutches at your ribs, and you can't look away.

And there's no goddamn reason for it, no logic—but you're already seeing it, aren't you? Your current fwb—Theo, standing over you; his face hidden, mask in place of those half-lidded eyes that you’ve learned to read so well. And you know—you know the thought is fucking absurd—yet, it knots something in your stomach, spreading heat like a fuse just lit.

"You alright there?" Enzo's teasing pulls you out of your thoughts, and you realize he'd been staring at you that entire time. "You're looking a little...hot."

Hot. Right. Of course he'd notice—of course your best friend would notice the way you went still, frozen in place as if someone struck you with Glacius. You're no good at lying to him, not even on a good day—and right now, your mind is in shambles, already too far gone into the fantasy and—

No. No more of this.

You tear away, fumbling for the edge of a cloak that suddenly seems like the most fascinating thing you've ever seen, your fingers tracing the fabric as if it can save you.

"It's...fine—it's nice," you blurt out, too quickly, too forced, the words tumbling over themselves. "Just—no, not really my thing."

But Enzo knows better. He can spot your lies from miles away. You hear him shift, the quiet rustle of the mask in his hands—and then, he's pulling it over his face, tilting his head just to spite you.

You don't have to look to know he's smirking behind it.

"Bullshit." He steps closer, casually closing the distance, but you know it's deliberate. "You're into this, aren't you?"

The warmth on your face feels like fire now, prickling heat across your skin. He shifts closer again, and for a moment you consider jinxing him—mind scattering into dark, unbidden places—filthy, wild things, flashing behind your eyes, too real. Enzo tilts his head the other way now, letting the mask catch the light, letting it grin.

"Should I get it?" He asks, as innocent as a serial killer. "For Nott, of course."

"No."

It scrapes out of your throat, barely audible, far too small to hold truth. You’re sure he can read you right now—all your depraved thoughts in the rasp of your voice, painfully transparent.

There’s a huff, a snort of sorts. "Are you sure? I think he'd love it."

Despite his insufferableness, he’s probably right. Theo has never shied away from indulging your kinks before. That’s what no strings is about. Maybe he would love it, you know you certainly would—gods how you’d love it—even if you’d rather die before admitting it.

The cloak—you focus on the deep purple velvet, the dark lace edging. "I'm sure. Put it back."

"You don't sound so sure." Gods, he's such an asshole—point only proved further as he takes another step closer. "Does this...does this turn you on?"

"Enzo—For Godric's sake, stop." The humiliation is suffocating. This is just a glimpse at your future should you ever decide to disclose this information to him. Relentless and bloody insufferable. "Let's just—pick something and go. Please?"

A pause, then, and you don't dare look up. The mask slips from his face with another soft, satisfied hum—you don't need to see him to feel the damage done. He knows.

"Sure, angel," he says, trailing as he turns. "Whatever you want."

————

"Matt—have you seen Theo?"

"Uh—not since earlier." Mattheo replies without even looking up, his focus on pouring another dangerous looking drink rather than on you. "He's probably just out for a smoke."

Yeah. Right. Forsure—because his smoke breaks last all bloody day. Doubt twists your stomach, but you nod anyway, grabbing your own drink—something bubbling, far too bright a green to be safe, but it burns down easy all the same. The room spins in a foggy haze, lights bleeding together over costumes, wizard and Muggle and something in between—and you struggle to tell who's who.

Theo had refused to tell you what he was dressing up as—claimed he wanted it to be a surprise. Now, that surprise is nowhere to be found.

"What are you supposed to be?" You raise a brow at Mattheo's striped inmate costume. “Your future?"

Riddle's eye flash as he pretends to be offended for about two seconds until his gaze drops to your own costume and his tongue darts over his lips, taking it in. Beer-maid, tight bodice, shorter than preferred. It's not what you were going for, not in the slightest, but it's all Pansy had in her closet to save you after you and Enzo failed to find anything interesting at the shop the other day.

"Maybe. But you definitely aren't dressed as yours." His attention shifts back to the crowd, a failed attempt at hiding his grin. "Way too much fabric."

You scoff, but that's just how Mattheo is—always a sly comment, always pushing. You roll your eyes and swat at him, but he sticks his tongue out at you and steps back, slipping off into the crowd with a final goodbye wink—and just as you lose track of him, Draco saddles up next to you, prattling on about something you don't care to listen to.

Great, that’s two annoying Slytherins accounted for. Where the fuck is Theo?

Five seconds into pretending to be interested in whatever Malfoy is babbling on about, you give up, turning back to the drink table and skimming over the options when someone new brushes up behind you—

"Enzo told me," the words barely register before you feel it—a hand settling low at your hip. "About your kink."

With lightening speed you twist your neck, glancing over your shoulder—only to fucking gasp at what you find there. That mask. The mask. The Ghostface one from the shop; the one Enzo hasn't let you forget, hasn't stopped teasing you about—you blink, your heart barrelling out of the room, fingers tightening around your cup until it hurts—

The mask tilts, just slightly. "Looks like he was right."

"Theo—"

"Go." His voice is muffled, but sweet Merlin—the sound of it makes your knees threaten to buckle right then and there. His hand slips lower, teasing against the ruffles of your dress. "Run, Bella. Let's play."

Your body locks up, muscles tense and poised on the edge of something feral. You can't look away. Can't think. Can't breathe. His fingers slip lower, lower, until you feel it—cold leather against the heat of your skin and your throat tightens, words dying dead on your tongue.

Run.

A slight lean, and the mask brushes your neck. "Now."

He steps back, a slow retreat, but it feels like he's tugging you with him. You spin to face him, smirking, your voice barely above a whisper—

"And when you catch me?"

"Find out." His head tilts toward the door. It's your cue.

Your feet move before your mind even catches up, slipping through the rowdy crowd, darting through the half-drunk revelers in their costumes—everything blurring into an afterthought as you push past the cobwebs, pumpkins, fake spiders, all the other Halloween decor filling the fogged ballroom. Your fingertips buzz from the adrenaline—pulse echoing in your ears as you dart down one hall after another, not quite sure where you're going, but knowing you need to keep moving.

Theo told you to run—so you run.

You sprint through the castle, the corridors empty save for your hurried footsteps and the scattered Halloween decorations lunging at you from the shadows. You round a corner, making for the dungeons. It's as good a place as any, right? Dark, quiet, somewhere to hide.

Few more minutes and you make it, lungs burning as you stumble into the dreary main hall. You realize the detention room is empty—and it's perfect. You take two steps inside, already thinking you'll be able to catch your breath when—

You slam headlong into something solid.

Head swirling, your vision barely refocuses before you feel a grip on your wrists, pulling you forward with enough force to make you gasp. Everything happens so fast you don't have enough time to process what's occurring before you're forced to focus on the thing you're seeing—ghostface. Staring down at you with those empty, gaping eyes. Unreadable.

It's then that you realize you're caught.

Something shifts behind the mask, an almost imperceptible movement of his head. You'd almost think you imagined it but given that there's nothing else to look at you know it's impossible. The silence is ballooning and you wonder if this is part of the game, if Theo is just savouring the moment, relishing in your reaction. The way you're trembling, your breath stuttering, the way you've gone still—waiting.

You swallow, throat drier than the Sahara, but something about this has you emboldened, the fact he's playing into your fantasy like this—so you decide to tease him, breaking the silence with a soft, breathless laugh as you pull one of your hands free from his grip.

He wanted to play. It's your turn to act the part.

"Looks like you caught me...Mr. Ghostface..." you purr—the silence sticks heavy, making the space between you feel thick, electric. All you can feel are his eyes devouring you. "And now...now that you've caught me...what are you gonna' do with me...hm?"

Gods—the thrill of this is so real, one your certain is more addictive than any drug. An adrenaline rush—not knowing what he's thinking, what he's about to do. Not being able to read him like you normally could. It makes your thighs quake—and there’s half a second where you wonder how much Enzo would pay to see this, how much he’d fucking taunt you for it.

But just as quickly as it came, you shake that thought—focused on Theo, you pull your bottom lip between your teeth and sink to your knees, fingertips teasing from his chest to his abdomen, tilting your head to look up at him through your lashes.

"...please don't punish me." You giggle—and the debauched absurdity of it all makes you nearly choke. "I'll be so good—I'll do anything, Theo—"

You feel him huff, tense, and when your fingers graze the front of his pants—just barely touching his crotch— his hand snaps down like a vice, gripping your wrist, stopping you dead in your tracks.

And then, you hear it. "Salazar sakes—shit—"

Your heart plummets. That voice—it's like being thrown into ice-cold water. No, that's not—it can't be—

"Enzo?"

Your voice cracks as you all but screech, your head whipping up so fast you feel dizzy. No, no, no—

Enzo, who you previously thought was Theo, pulls the mask off and all but verbally confirms it. Your nightmare born to life. Spooling to fruition right in front of you. He smiles, lips curled into something thoroughly entertained, and gods, how his eyes glint with pure assholery—you could fucking kill him.

"Enzo—" you stammer, horror flushing through you, burning through the mortification lodged in your throat. "Gods—what the fuck—"

"Surprise," he breathes, like this is the most casual thing in the world to him.

You scramble back, knees scraping against cold stone—mind spiralling in every direction at once—shame collides with shock and it all burns under your skin, the kind of heat that never settles. You know Theo's voice. You could never mistake it. You know for a fact that was him back at the party— but this, this makes no sense.

"What...what the hell-" your voice stumbles like you're trying to outrun the words. "Why would you—what were you—"

"Relax," he is all too fucking calm. "It was a prank."

"A prank?" You're still on the floor, and for some reason that makes everything worse. "You call that a prank? A—a funny little joke?"

"That's usually the definition—"

"No." You hiss between clenched teeth, anger strangling any hope for composure. "What were you doing in here? This— this isn't—you were trying to-"

"Trying to what?" He sounds so goddamn innocent but you know better. He's toying with you, making sure you know it. He's been your best friend since you were kids but you never said it was by choice. He steps closer. "I was trying to what, angel?"

Your blood boils, the heat spreading fast—pooling low in your core against all specks of your sanity. He's relishing this, drinking in your mortification like it's fine wine—and for some reason, it makes you weak.

"You—" words die with another one of his steps, the toes of his shoes brushing against your skin as he crouches down in front of you, elbows resting casually on his knees. You sit back, ass meeting cold stone. "Enzo—"

"Yeah?" He cocks an eyebrow. "You just gonna' parrot my name all night? Maybe you're too embarrassed to speak?"

The constant mocking feels like ice and you want to slap that smug look right off his face but instead your fucking thighs tense. You have nothing to say—can only stare at him, lungs seizing further as you notice the smirk fading from his lips, something darker replacing it—

"You didn't even know who was under that mask, and you were ready to suck me off," he's whispering, but he may as well be screaming. "You'd do anything for anyone with a mask, huh? I wish I knew about this kink of yours sooner."

He leans in closer, his knees pushing yours apart—you and Enzo had never been strangers to toying the line of friendship one too many times while drunk, but this—

You blink. Staring at him. "You...you're enjoying this way too much."

"Guilty as charged." His smile spreads wider, cockier, his eyes dipping to your lips, then lower. You shiver involuntarily. "I know I should have stopped you sooner, but seeing you on your knees...in front of me...I just..."

He shakes his head before he slowly stands back up—and his eyes flicker to your chest, lingering on your fucking tits and not even trying to be subtle about it.

Then, there’s a sound—the sound of the door creaking open.

You barely hear it, the faint shuffle of footsteps, but it's enough to pull the grin from Enzo's face as he looks up. You're not sure your heart can handle anymore of this—plummeting to the stone beneath you as Theo steps into the room, dressed just like Enzo—black robes, black gloves, Ghostface mask.

"Nott." Enzo's voice is too casual, too easy. "Great timing, mate."

Theo’s silent as he takes in the scene. You—still on the floor, dress hitched up, legs spread. Enzo standing over you, smug, unbothered. Theo's presence fills the room as he shuts the door behind him and locks it, stoking your humiliation into something even hotter, something impossible to escape.

Theo's voice is flat, his tone too even. "Looks like you got caught."

Wait—

"You—" your gaze jumps between them, a wild panic bubbling up inside you. You're so fucking confused. "What is this? You two—"

"Like I said, a prank." Enzo says as he steps toward Theo, clapping a hand on his shoulder. "A bet, really.”

Theo doesn't respond. He doesn't move. He doesn't look away from you.

"A bet?" You choke out, trying to piece everything together. "What bet?"

"Well, you see, angel," Enzo pushes away from Theo and slumps down into a chair just off to the side of you. You feel the dread rolling in like a storm. "I bet big Theo here you'd get so weak in the knees over the mask, you wouldn't even notice the switch. As usual, I was right."

Andddd, there’s the dread. Yup. As expected whenever Enzo is fucking involved in anything.

"Oh, wow—" you'd laugh if you weren't this utterly mortified by the entire situation. "You guys are—gods. You’re going after a whole new high score in the prick olympics, aren't you—"

"Oh, I don't know if you believe that, topolina...I think you're just being shy." Theo cuts through your rambling and you flinch at the sound of his voice. "It's clear this is a fantasy of yours."

Your head tilts up, eyes widening as they meet the empty, hollow eyes of the mask drawing closer.

"I bet you're just embarrassed," Theo's pressing—he's fucking pressing and you don’t think you’ve breathed since he walked in. "Embarrassed that you got on your knees for your best friend...or maybe you're afraid I'd be mad." He pauses, and his gaze sweeps down over you. "Which, to that I'd have to say, I'm far from."

You swallow hard, your mouth dry. "You're...you're not mad?"

Perhaps you were afraid of that—even if you and Theo are unofficial in every aspect.

His answer is instant. "No."

He crouches in front of you, gloved fingers finding your chin, tipping your head up so he can look at you— really look at you.

"In fact...I think you should let him watch..." his thumb ghosts over your lower lip, so soft, so slow—without thinking, your tongue flicks out, barely grazing the leather covered tip, and you hear the soft exhale he releases in response. "After all, this was his idea. He deserves some fun too, don't you think?"

Heat floods your cunt, your stomach tightening at the suggestion. You glance at Enzo, sitting back now with his mask on—legs spread wide, leather hands clasped, calm—you wanted to kill him five minutes ago, but now—

Oh gods—you're really losing it.

"Yeah," you whisper, barely managing the word. "He probably does."

Theo's hand slides down to your thigh, leather fingers curling into the soft skin, pulling your legs open further.

"Mhm." He mutters. "You like being watched, don't you?"

Your breath catches, your pulse thundering in your ears as you nod, your eyes glued to Enzo. "Yes..."

"Say it." His fingers trail higher, teasing the soft skin beneath your dress, fingertips grazing closer—too close—just below the lace hem of your panties.

Salazar save you.

You bite your lip, and the air between you feels like it's thickening, growing too dense to breathe in. That fucking mask. You've fantasized over it. And now, there's two of them. Two sets of eyes—faceless, emotionless, and watching you. It's like something out of your fucking dreams.

"I—I like being watched," you manage to whisper, voice breaking between building lust.

"Louder," Theo growls this time like he's pulling it from somewhere deep in his chest—it sends liquid heat spilling through you. "Louder, topolina. He can't hear you if you're whispering."

Your heart stutters in your chest, and Enzo—gods, Enzo is still watching—stays silent, the mask concealing whatever reaction he might have, but his posture speaks volumes. Stillness, dark fabric of his trousers tight across his thighs, a coiled tension that radiates off him, permeates the space between you.

"I—fuck—" a breathless moan cracks through your words as Theo's leather-clad fingers slip under your panties, grazing your slick slit. "—love it. I love being watched."

Theo hums, the sound vibrating low in his throat, and rewards you by pushing two fingers into your dripping heat. So slow, the pace of his strokes torturous—slick sounds of leather working you open filling the room, mingling with your quiet, shuddering breaths. His thumb brushes your clit, teasing over it until you moan—hard and shameless—

"So loud," Theo mocks, your spine arching into him as his fingers curl inside you. "Eager, filthy little thing. You love being on display, don't you?"

A whimper catches in your throat, your gaze still locked on Enzo, watching him watch you.

You're shaking. You're close. Too close.

Your voice cracks again, nothing more than a whisper caught in a moan. "Theo...fuck—"

"You're so wet, bellissima," Theo breathes behind the mask. You're burning, every nerve sizzling. "You want to cum, don't you?"

You can't speak. Words don't exist anymore, only the pressure—only the way Theo's fingers curl inside you, the way your thighs tremble and ache from holding yourself open, from being watched, from being this goddamn humiliated.

"Y-yes," you choke out, desperate. "Yes, please, I—"

"Ask him." Theo's cuts you off. "Ask Enzo to let you cum."

The room spins. The air thickens into something cloying.

Ask him. Ask Enzo—

You swallow hard, your eyes darting between the two masks. Enzo is silent, still motionless, but he tilts his head slightly, the only indication that he's heard. That he's waiting.

"Please, Enzo—" the humiliation is sickening but you force past it. It’s a broken prayer, vulnerability in verbal form. "Please...let me cum—please—"

Time stretches. It feels like hours, an eternity where nothing exists but the weight of their hidden eyes on you, the way Enzo's fingers twitch, curl over the thick ridge at his crotch, leather knuckles tensing as if he's restraining himself from something primal. You're being devoured whole by this moment—by the unbearable tension, by Theo's fingers inside you, relentless in their assault, and gods—you're going to die if they don't let you—

"Yeah," Enzo finally murmurs, breaking the silence. Theo's gaze flickers to him, waiting. "Yeah, you can cum, angel…”

But as he says it, he shakes his head, and Theo—the absolute bastard—pulls his fingers out without a word.

"…just not yet." Enzo finishes.

The sound that leaves your throat isn't even human, some guttural, helpless whine torn straight from your throbbing, empty cunt. Theo shushes you.

"You'll get to cum, Bella," he coos, standing up slowly. "It'll be soon."

They're toying with you, playing you like a goddamn puppet on strings and it's infuriating in its deliciousness. You've known these men for years, yet it's almost laughable—the way they feel so foreign, so terrifyingly new.

"Oh, Enzo," you sigh, feeling your arousal cool, your body suddenly aware of the icy stone beneath you, of the wet heat slicking down your thighs. "I'm going to kill you tomorrow."

Enzo snorts. "You're welcome to try."

Theo exhales a half-chuckle, helping you off the floor and onto a desk, his hands firm on your thighs as he spreads you open like he's done a hundred times within the last few months.

A moment passes before he moves to loosen his belt and you realize just how close Enzo is now—his chair right beside the desk, his hand palming the bulge in his pants, shameless in his observation. The sight makes you fucking dizzy with filth. Surely, you've lost your mind. This is madness. Every line between friendship and lust—between restraint and indulgence—has blurred and bled into something you can't define, and the thrill of it is intoxicating.

"This is insane," you hiss, breathless, feeling the way Theo's gloves scrape over your skin, two thick digits dragging in your slick. "You're both fucking insane."

"Too much talking," Theo mutters, so infuriatingly calm, even as he drags the head of his dick over your folds, teasing your clit. "So much attitude for someone dripping down their thighs. You want to stop?" The silence stretches, your eyes locked on his, and you can feel the smirk behind the mask. He nods. "That's what I thought. Now shut up and let me fuck this wet cunt."

His hands grip either side of the desk, his body looming over you—the scene from your fantasy you've envisioned a million times. Ghostface—dominant and rough—gods, you want it. So bad it fucking hurts.

Your head lolls to the side, eyes immediately finding Enzo's again—forgetting for half a second that he was even there. His jeans are unbuttoned now, his hand moving rhythmically beneath the denim, mask locked onto you with a single-minded focus that makes your breath stutter.

"Enz-ohhh—" you go to say something to him, but then Theo pushes into you—no warning, no slow build—just a deep, unforgiving thrust that knocks the breath from your lungs, and your voice cracks on his name, the syllables lost in the moan that spills out of you.

"Shit." Enzo groans in response. "Did you just—"

"She did," Theo snarls, his grip on your hips punishing as he slams into you again, harder this time. "The little slut just moaned your name."

There's cursing, from both of them, but it's all a blur in your ears, drowned out by the sound of Theo's hips slamming into yours, the fevered slap of skin on skin, the obscene sounds you can't help but make—

"Yeah, I noticed," Enzo mutters, and fuck, he sounds ruined, completely lost in the sight of you—his best friend, getting fucked by his other best friend. "Fuck."

Theo's hand finds your jaw, forcing your head back to face him, Ghostface mask looming above you like a delicious nightmare.

"Who's fucking you?" His voice is caught somewhere between a snarl and a purr. "Is it Enzo?"

"N-no—" you manage, trembling with every thrust.

"Of course it's not," Theo hisses, driving into you with punctual thrusts to make you feel him, making you cry out when he slams your cervix. "So why'd you moan his name? When it's—fuck—my cock inside you?"

"I—I didn't mean—" you whimper, eyes squeezed shut, but there's no escape. Not from the relentless pace of Theo's dick, not from the way Enzo's eyes never leave you, burning into you like fire. You can't form words.

"Mm—don't be shy now, topolina," Theo purrs, his voice thick with effort. His hips snap forward, and your back arches, a broken sound escaping you. "I think you just love having him in your mouth—his name, his—"

"Fuck, Nott, shut up," Enzo cuts in, his head thrown back, chest tense. "I don't want to hear your voice—"

You can hear the strain, the way he's barely holding it together—

"Look at him," Theo ignores Enzo's words. He lets go of your jaw. "He wants you. He's always wanted you."

Your eyes dart between them, head spinning, unable to form a coherent thought—Theo's fucking relentless, pushing you closer and closer to the edge—and every time you glance at Enzo, you see the way he's breaking, hand moving faster, chest rising and falling with ragged breaths—

"I never knew you were such a voyeur, Nott," Enzo spits, trying to sound casual. "Never took you for being such a filthy bastard."

"What can I say?" Theo groans in response, propping your legs up over his shoulders to drive into you deeper. "Just discovered a new interest, you should try it sometime."

They're still bantering, like this is some kind of fucked-up competition, like you're not about to shatter into a million fucking pieces while your best friend watches—after he got you here and humiliated you with a fucking bet—gods, you'd laugh if you weren't so utterly lost to the pleasure ripping through you.

"And watch you get off on it?" Enzo spits back, voice rough. "I'll—"

Theo snorts, cutting him off. "I think there's more than one person getting off on—"

"Shut the-fffuck up—please-" you manage to moan, the words barely intelligible. You look to Enzo, eyes wide and pleading. "Enz...come here."

"Yeah...?" Enzo breathes out, his voice catching, tipping his head back forward to look at you. “What?”

"Come here," you moan again, trembling, fraying under the pleasure that's building inside you from Theo’s insistent dick. "Let me help you."

For a moment, he hesitates, and you can’t tell what he’s thinking because the goddamn mask hides everything. He's always been the calm one between you—always stopping your drunk kisses, always refraining from taking things too far. But tonight, there’s no more of that calm left in him—

He stands.

Each step he takes feels like a lifetime, but when he's standing next to your head on the desk, towering above where you're laid out like a feast, you don't know whether it's the mask or the situation itself that has your pulse racing. Erotic and terrifying, the not-knowing—a power exchange in its purest form. Theo growls infront of you, his thrusts growing harder, more vicious, as you reach out to pull Enzo's hips closer.

You're already eyeing the throbbing bulge in his jeans, your mouth practically watering as you stare.

"Go on," you rasp, lips parting as you look up through your lashes. "Take it out."

The breath Enzo sucks in is sharp, a hitch in the darkness. His fingers tremble, just barely, as he pushes his pants down his thighs, and the noise that escapes him when his cock slips out and smacks his stomach—low, strangled—makes you moan and clench in response—he's huge.

Your breath catches, a soft exhale of, "oh, fuck."

And the words are barely out of your mouth before both Theo and Enzo respond—low growls and breathless groans that echo in the shadowed room, vibrating through you like electricity.

"Open your pretty mouth," Enzo whispers and you obey without hesitation, tongue slipping out, wanting, eager. His breath shudders, and you wish you could see his eyes. "Good girl."

And then he's pushing into you, sliding hot and thick over your tongue, and at that exact moment, Theo thrusts harder, deeper, and suddenly you're overwhelmed—both of them inside you, filling you, consuming every breath. Moans ripple through the dungeon air, a chorus of sin, and you shake with the sheer intensity of it all.

Theo's thumb finds your clit, starts swirling over it, and you keen—eyes rolling back in your head, Enzo’s leather hands in your hair to hold you still. Tears stream down your face as you gag, spit pooling at the corners of your mouth, but neither of them stop—if anything, they're both lost in it, in the wrecked, messy beauty of it all. Your hands claw at the desk, desperate for something to hold on to as the pleasure builds, tightens, spirals out of control.

Time collapses. It's been moments—it's been hours.

And then it happens—all three of you tipping over the edge at once, crashing into a release so fierce it shatters you. Your climax rips through you, violent, leaving you shaking, milking Theo until he's spent—until he's pouring his cum deep inside your cunt at the same time Enzo groans deep and spills his own over your tongue. A moment passes, and then Theo is the first to pull away, panting, tearing off his mask and dropping into the chair beside the desk, and Enzo follows, tugging his jeans back up before slumping into another chair, mask still on—

Both of them are sprawled there, utterly spent, just as wrecked as you.

And then, after a few long, tense moments, you hear it—the clink of Galleons exchanged. You don't even need to look up for it to register. Theo tosses the coins into Enzo’s greedy palm because he was the true fucking winner here. The sound cuts through the stillness, and with it, that smug, unmistakable sneer in Enzo's voice.

"Told you she'd love it."

Asshole.

You roll your eyes. Your limbs feel like they're moving through molasses as you stand, your hands mechanically fixing your costume, adjusting the fabric against your thighs.

"You know, Enzo, if you wanted to watch Theo fuck me that bad, all you had to do was ask."

"What can I say," he shrugs, lazy, like he's discussing the weather. "I enjoy a bit of gambling."

Theo snorts, adjusting his collar, as if none of this fazes him. His eyes flick from you to Enzo. "Next time you'll be paying me."

"Next time?" You cock an eyebrow. "How generous of you."

"There will be a next time," Enzo says, flipping one of the Galleons between his fingers, that same smirk playing on his lips. "And I'll get my turn."

Your pulse quickens at the sheer arrogance of it, the way he says it like it's not even up for debate. You hate how much you like this side of him.

"Maybe next time you should."

They nod, both of them wearing their smirks like crowns. "Until next time, then."

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sweet relief — t.n.

pairing: best friend!theodore nott x toxic!reader

warnings: smut 18+, modern au, unprotected vaginal sex, fingering, creampie, oral sex (m. receiving), praise, toxic and obsessive behaviour, mentions of threats, mentions of taking/using explicit photos

word count: 4.7k

summary: best friends is all you and theodore were, but the jealousy of seeing him with someone else was suffocating, driving you to take matters into your own hands.

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“Theo?” you softly called out to your best friend, who was too fixated on his phone, grinning uncontrollably at the bright screen as he quickly typed away. Fresh from Quidditch practice, his brown tousled locks looked even darker than usual, still damp from the shower he took, and his handsome face flushed from the warmth. You studied every single detail of his face, from his ocean-blue eyes to his soft, pink lips. 

Lost in admiration, you nibbled on your bottom lip, picking at your nails as he simply hummed in response, not even glancing up from his phone. Normally, you’d get annoyed, moping about how he didn’t pay enough attention to you, but before you even could, your eyes were then drawn from his face to his quick fingers—swiftly moving over the glowing screen—leaving you with a strange, unexplainable feeling. 

You caught yourself fantasising about filthy thoughts that made you feel a rush of shame, but still, you couldn’t help it. It was hard not to imagine how your best friend’s long, deft fingers would feel deep inside of you as they— 

“Alright.” Theo abruptly mumbled, causing you to flinch, snapping you out of your trance before your thoughts could wander further. He locked his black, metal phone and quickly stuffed it into his pocket as he rose to his feet, your eyes intently following his every movement, frustration clear on your face.

“I’ve—” “gotta go, yeah.” you finished his sentence, a hint of disappointment evident in your voice, yet he couldn’t help but grin at your pouty expression, only finding your clingy behaviour endearing. He stepped closer, gripping your jaw affectionately and tilting your head up until your eyes met his, the innocent, doe-like gaze you gave him made him weak in the knees.

“We can hang out later if you want, alright? Just text me, bella. I’ll make time for you.” he murmured in a soothing tone, unconsciously causing a small smile to tug at your lips and your furrowed brows to soften, eventually nodding in agreement. 

“Good girl.” He nonchalantly gave you a quick wink that made your stomach flip as he gently rubbed his thumb over your warm cheek, and you so desperately wanted to keep him close to you, his absence weighing heavy on you each time, yet, you watched him leave the room, making you wonder what he was up to.

But you had your suspicions about where he could be. It wasn’t a secret that he was a player, just like all his friends, with some different girl in his room almost daily. And fuck, it drove you crazy. The thought of him being with someone else filled you with heartache. It was difficult for you. He was yours. 

A few hours passed of you aimlessly scrolling on your phone in the common room, but you already missed his comfortable presence around you. His warmth, the subtle touches, and his charming Italian accent that never failed to make your heart skip a beat— you needed him close to you again, so you opened your messages.

You : Are you free? I’m bored! :( 

Teddy 🧸 : Busy. 

Yup. That was all the confirmation you needed. The short, cryptic text said it all— he was with a girl right now. Fuck fuck fuck. Your relaxed, bored state instantly shifted into rage as sheer jealousy rushed through your entire body, causing you to unconsciously clench your jaw and ball your fists.

It honestly baffled you how girls still dared to come near him, especially considering how many of them you’d already threatened. Yes, threatened. It was no secret among your fellow female students that you were crazy possessive over Theodore— you’d go to great lengths to keep them away from him. He was yours, for fuck’s sake, and you’d do anything to keep it that way. 

Take last week, for instance, when you subtly slipped a menacing note in a girl’s bag after seeing leave Theo’s dorm the night before, sternly warning her that if she ever dared to come near him again, she would deeply regret it. 

Or the week before that, when you somehow got a hold of nudes—through Lorenzo, of course—of a girl who had been hooking up with Theo, essentially blackmailing her with them. Don’t worry, you weren’t going to spread the nudes anyway— no, you weren’t that cruel. And you knew it didn’t even have to get that far because they always seemed to back off instantly, leaving you satisfied and happy. 

And those weren’t the only times you threatened or intimidated girls that have slept with Theo, and it most likely won’t be the last either if he keeps sleeping around like that. Dickhead.

And although you explicitly told every single girl not to mention it to Theo whenever you ‘warned’ them, you were certain he had gotten wind of it somehow, considering how fast news spreads in hogwarts. But surprisingly, he had never confronted you with it, still treating you the same way like he always did. You didn’t know why or how, but you also didn’t care. The only thing you cared about was protecting your friendship with him. 

You quickly rose to your feet, your hand gripping your phone so tightly, it was a wonder it didn’t shatter in a million pieces by the force you were holding it before hurriedly making your way to the Slytherin dorms, your heartbeat rising with each determined step bringing you closer to Theo’s room. 

With your head held high and tension furrowing your brows, you strode through the chilly hallways, the cold air forming goosebumps on your exposed arms and legs, but you didn’t even seem to notice as you stomped your feet forward, your resolute steps echoing as you neared his door. 

When you finally stood in front of it, your hand reluctantly reached for the handle, but you hesitated, pausing for a moment before eventually pulling back. Instead of opening the door right away, you pressed your ear carefully against the wood, trying to catch any sounds coming from inside his dorm room.

As you closely focused on listening, a group of younger students caught your attention, slowing their pace as they noticed you with your ear pressed against a male student’s dorm room door, their puzzled stares lingering on you.

“What are you looking at? Go!” you whisper-yelled in an urgent and stern tone, dismissively waving your hand in the air as they snap out of their trances and quickly rush off, a smug smile forming on your lips at how easily they obeyed. 

Letting out a sigh, you pressed your ear to the door again, your eyes narrowing in concentration as you were holding the doorframe for leverage. Your grip gradually tightened as the sounds from inside grew clearer— loud, high-pitched moans, and a string of ‘Fuck, theo!’s resonated through the wooden door, and you were fighting the urge to punch a hole right through it, but instead your hand drifted down to the door handle.

Without thinking, you pulled it down, and your eyes widened in shock when you realised he hadn’t even bothered to lock it. You impulsively swung the door open without a second though, your heart pounding in your throat as a sudden scream filled the air.

The scene in front of you made your blood boil. A blonde girl—one you recognised from shared classes—frantically grabbed the white sheets to cover her completely naked body while Theo was hovering above her, his eyes locking with yours, yet surprisingly, he didn’t seem fazed in the slightest. 

Your eyes were irresistibly drawn to Theo’s throbbing erection, widening in shock when you realised he was bigger than you ever imagined, desire twisting in your stomach. But you were quickly snapped back to reality by the girl’s shrill, grating voice, pulling you out of the daze.

“What the fuck is your problem?!” She screamed, her baby blue eyes narrowing in anger, her tousled blonde locks framing her flushed face and her chest heaving rapidly beneath the sheets. Oh, this fucking bitch.

“Teddy, I’m—I’m so sorry but do you have my dress in your closet? You know, the red one? I just really need it right now…” You lied, biting your lip with your brows furrowed, putting on your best act. A small chuckle escaped his lips, amazed by your terrible timing, yet still finding it adorable, his relaxed demeanour only infuriating her more. 

“Yeah, sure. Hang on a second.” The girl scoffed, glaring at Theo, and you could practically see steam coming out of her ears— but Theo didn’t even acknowledge her, his eyes fixed on you as he flashed you a warm smile that made your face heat up.

“Seriously?! You’re helping her? Now?” Theo simply ignored her, quickly pulling on his boxers as he nonchalantly walked to his closet, his back turned to both you and the girl. For the first time, your eyes locked with her blue ones, and you flashed her a mocking, sly grin. The sweet, innocent facade you put on instantly faded, shifting into one of triumph.

“Here you go, amore.” Theo’s stunning eyes met yours, offering a sweet, sympathetic smile as he handed you the dress, his hand brushing against yours and it felt like time stood still for a moment, gazing up at him through your eyelashes with sparkling eyes until—

“She’s being fucking annoying, can’t you see that?” Lost in Theo’s eyes, you nearly forgot she was in the room as well as she scoffed once more, shaking her head with a sneer, her lip curling and her brows furrowed, “This bitch is doing this on pur—” 

“Don’t you fucking dare talk about her like that, you hear me?” Theo suddenly spat, taking quick steps towards her, pointing a threatening finger right into her shocked face.

His demeanour shifted in mere seconds. It even shocked you for a moment— it wasn’t a side of Theo you’d seen before, at least not with girls. He always stood up for you when guys mistreated you, but this… This was different, and ohhh, it made your heart swell. The way fear flashing in her eyes sent a thrilling rush of warmth and affection through you.

“But… Teddy—” Teddy. That was your nickname for Theo. By now, your fists were gripping the dress so tightly that your sharp nails had punctured the delicate fabric, your jaw clenched in sheer anger, barely holding back the rage simmering beneath the surface. Still, you fought to maintain the facade of the sweet, oblivious girl. 

“Get out.” Theo ordered in a low, stern tone, a tiny, mischievous smile tugging at one of the corners of your mouth as you watched the scene unfold in front of you with great satisfaction. The girl’s eyes darted from Theo to you and back to him in utter disbelief. 

“Are you fucking serious? You’re gonna kick me—” 

“I said… get the fuck out.” Theo repeated himself, and you could tell each emphasised, stinging word hit the girl like a slap to the face as she briefly stared at him before hastily putting on her clothes. She quickly left the room, her shoulder deliberately bumping into yours followed by aggressively slamming the door behind her. 

Theo then turned to you, his fierce expression instantly softening as he approached you and brushed his thumb over your heated cheek, causing your head to slyly turn away. It worked. He actually fell for it.

“Sorry about that, cara mia. Are you okay?”

“Y-yeah, she was just… so mean. I—” Theo let out a light chuckle, clearly amused by you. He shook his head in disbelief, his eyes momentarily leaving yours before landing back on your face, his gaze darting from your left eye to your right eye and down to your lips, causing you to squint. Is he doing the fucking triangle metho— 

“You can drop the act, bella.” He growled, his voice deeper and darker now. You tried to focus, to regain your composure, but you felt lightheaded, your breathing shaky and weak as he stood before you in merely his tight boxers, the outline of his semi-hard cock visible through the thin fabric and his body from years of Quidditch muscular and sculpted. 

When you realised that you were staring, you then quickly looked up at him with a faux puzzled expression, your head slightly tilted and your eyes widened in surprise. 

“What? You think I didn’t know?”

“I—, uh, I don’t know what—” you stammered, trying to lie your way out of this mess you were in, but it was no use. 

“Oh come on, baby. I’m a bit offended that you think I’m that dumb.” He taunted, and you felt your heart drop. He knew. 

“You think I don’t know about you threatening all these girls? Huh? You’re so adorable.” You blinked rapidly, unsure if you’d heard him right. You had been convinced that if he ever found out what you’d been doing behind his back, it would be the end of your friendship. For good.

“Listen, alright? I just— I didn’t have a fucking choice! All these girls were all over you, trying to steal you from me… from me! They had no fucking respect for us and—“ You frantically spewed out words a thousand miles a minute, desperate to defend yourself, but you were abruptly cut off when he reached behind your thighs and lifted you up, drawing a surprised squeal from your lips. Instinctively, you wrapped your legs around his bare upper body as he carried you and pressed your back firmly against the cold stone wall. 

You felt his steady heartbeat against your body from how close he was to you, and you were certain he could hear your own heart pounding out of your chest as his fingers dug into the skin of your thighs. This was the closest you two have ever been, and it left you breathless.

“Is this what you wanted all this time, tesoro? For me to fuck you like I fuck all these others girls?”

It was.

He drew his head nearer to yours until his soft lips were merely inches from your ear, his warm breath on your heated skin sending electric shivers down your spine.

“Don’t worry, I’ll fuck you even better.”

Before you could even react, he walked you over to his bed and tossed you onto it, your body bouncing slightly from the impact. Without hesitation, you spread your legs, inviting him in, and he immediately climbed on top of you, his towering frame completely covering your entire body as his hands pressed into the mattress on either side of your head, his crotch pressed against your throbbing core.

Your panties were absolutely drenched as your breath hitched, his hips grinding in slow, deliberate movements against yours, and god, you were floating on cloud nine, desperately trying to savour every intoxicating second of this moment. His hand found your jaw, fingers gliding sensually up your soft skin before tilting your head to the side to expose your neck.

Instantly, he latched his lips onto your flesh, sloppily sucking dark love bites that made your heart race. You gasped at the sensation of him biting, nipping, and kissing your sensitive sweet spots, sending waves of pleasure through you. Your eyes gradually fluttered shut, arms wrapping tightly around his neck— but then, an uncontrollable sound of disgust escaped you as your nose pressed into his satin sheets, pulling you sharply out of the heated moment.

“What’s wrong, amore?”

“It just— it smells like… her.” Theo couldn’t help but laugh, slowly pulling back from your neck, clearly amused by your endearing yet possessive behaviour, his lips quirking into a playful grin.

He bit his lip as he intently stared at your annoyed expression, his face merely inches away from you, a combination of his aromatic cologne and smoky cigarettes flooding your senses. The scent was so distinctively him, causing you to take another subtle sniff.

“Let me distract you.”

His soft lips were suddenly pressed against yours, completely catching you off guard as your eyes momentarily widened, but you gradually melted into the heated kiss, your hand slowly trailing up his toned, bare back before landing on the back of his head, desperately pulling him closer. You felt blood rush to your core as your tongues danced against each other so effortlessly and so perfectly, your fingers running through his dishevelled, brown locks as he gently tilted his head, deepening the kiss further.

At the same time, his firm hand wandered down your body, fingers gliding over your silken skin until they reached your clothed core, his hand pressing against one of your inner thighs to spread your legs further apart. Teasingly, he toyed with the elastic waistband of your skirt for a moment, eliciting a frustrated, impatient groan from you before finally sliding it off, carelessly tossing it to the ground. 

His roaming hand then found its way back between your legs, gently rubbing your aching cunt over your soaked panties, a teasing, devilish smirk playing on his lips that you could feel through the passionate kiss before he slowly pulled back, leaving you breathless.

“This wet already? You know you could’ve just asked me to fuck you, tesoro. No need to threaten all those poor girls.”

“Yeah… right.” You scoffed, finding it hard to believe as your eyes briefly flickered away from his, a wave of scepticism washing over you.

With intense eyes locked onto yours, he slid your lace panties down, mindlessly tossing them to the floor as well before peeling away the rest of clothing, leaving you fully naked under him, surrounded by a chaotic pile of fabric on the wooden floor.

He paused for a moment to admire your breathtaking figure, eyes hungrily scanning every inch of your body, from your dripping cunt to your tits and hardened nipples. He bit his lip as he felt his painfully hard erection pressing against the thin fabric of his boxers, forming a damp patch of precum.

“Oh, c’mon bella.”

Theo’s fingers hovered tantalisingly over your core, causing you to instinctively buck your hips upwards, desperately craving to feel them inside of you as he crawled on top of you again, piercing, lust-filled eyes staring right into your soul.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this moment.”

Oh, fuck. He slowly pushed his long fingers into your dripping cunt—two at a time—stretching you until he was knuckles deep inside of you, causing you to arch your back at the overwhelming sensation, your lips parting in ecstasy. The tips of his digits found your g-spot in no time, swiftly rubbing against the spongy surface as you desperately gripped his flexed arm, your sharp nails digging into the skin.

“Every time I was fucking one of those girls, I closed my eyes and imagined it being you, cara mia.”

His words rushed straight to your core, causing you to clench tightly around his fast fingers as every muscle in your body tightened in response. He couldn’t help but smirk at the instant reaction, only egging him on to increase his pace. His fingers curled up so perfectly, pumping in and out of your dripping cunt with slick, wet sounds along with your breathy moans echoing through his dorm room.

You were so close to the edge, the intense pleasure building as his fingers quickened their pace, until he suddenly came to a halt and pulled his fingers out of you, making you whine at the sudden emptiness.

“Theo! What the f—”

“Ah, ah, ah; don’t whine. I need to feel you cum around my cock, alright?” He growled, his voice dripping with raw lust at just the thought of you wrapped around his cock. In one swift motion, he quickly removed his boxers, his throbbing cock springing free against his stomach, the tip slick with glistening precum as you nearly drooled at the sight. 

He pressed his strong palms against your inner thighs, spreading your legs wide as he positioned himself in front of you, but you unexpectedly stopped him, making him raise a curious brow.

“Wait… just— uhm… let me suck your dick first… please?” you begged, your voice laced with desperation as his surprised eyes shifted into dark, lustful ones. He immediately beckoned for you to move in front of him as he leaned back on the bed, his back resting against the headboard, his hands casually tucked behind his head.

“Well… you don’t have to ask me twice, pretty girl.”

Finally. It felt like a dream come true. You positioned yourself on your knees in front of him, your eyes intensely fixated on his huge, pulsating cock, practically begging for you to suck it. You slowly drew nearer, teasing him as he felt your warm breath ghosting over his sensitive skin, his hips impatiently bucking up in response. 

With one hand wrapped firmly around the base and the other resting on his flexed thigh, you began to give it gentle, playful kitten licks, your tongue flicking delicately against the tip, earning a low hiss from Theo as you tasted the salty precum. It didn’t take long before you took him fully into your mouth, slowly moving down until your lips made contact with his balls and the tip touched the back of your throat. One of his hands unconsciously travelled to your head, fingers tangling in your hair. 

“Oh, fuck, baby. Just like that.” Theo praised, a deep sense of pride swelling in your chest as you lightly gagged on his length before pulling your head back up. Your tongue swirled over the most sensitive parts of the tip as you retracted, a combination of drool and precum coating your swollen lips, trickling down onto his balls.

“Give me your phone, please.” you suddenly asked, catching Theo off guard. He tilted his head in confusion, yet without further questions, reached for it from his nightstand and handed it over to you with a hint of curiosity.

“My password is—”

“Yeah, I know.”

You mindlessly unlocked his phone, his lips parting to speak, but before he could utter a word, you had already wrapped your lips around his pulsating cock once more, causing him to throw his head back in pleasurable surprise. As you swiped across the screen, you finally found the camera app and held the phone up high in the air, angling it towards your face while simultaneously bobbing your head up and down, eyes staring directly into the camera lens.

“Oh, shit. You’re— you’re fuckin’ crazy, cazzo.” he let out a breathless, disbelieving laugh, his voice thick with both admiration and raw desire, staring down at you through half-lidded eyes and a cheeky, lopsided smirk dancing on his lips.

Snap. Snap. Snap. You took several pictures from different angles, your mouth stuffed full with Theo’s cock as he now held your hair back in a ponytail, guiding your head up and down his erection, making you gag each time it hit the back of your throat. You quickly locked his phone again and tossed it aside, your focus snapping back to his cock as you immediately increased your pace, causing Theo to grip your hair tighter, desperately trying to stop you.

“Ah, ah, careful… you’re gonna make me cum, baby, fuck.” he warned, insinuating that he wasn’t ready to finish just yet. You slowly pulled away, giving him a teasing smile, your lips slick and swollen.

“C’mere.” he growled, taking your hand and dragging you effortlessly on top of him, his wandering hands trailing possessively over your back to your ass, before he flipped you over in one swift motion with Theo ending on top of you, a predatory grin plastered across his face.

“You didn’t think we were done, did you?” he taunted, a lustful gleam sparkling in his eyes with his aching erection pressed against your thigh. His warm breath ghosted over your skin as his lips brushed against your ear, sending shivers racing down your spine.

“Listen… I will fuck you until you’re dripping with my cum. Until you’re screaming my name. Until you can’t fuckin’ walk anymore.” His words gave you chills all over your body as your arousal began to trickle down your thighs, leaving a messy trail over your legs.

“‘Cause that’s what you wanted all this time, isn’t it?” Theo moved back and pumped his cock a few times, his impatience evident in every motion. He positioned himself between your legs and finally pushed into you, his arms caging you under him as he hissed at the feeling of you wrapped around his cock. He gave you a moment to let you adjust to his size, his cock completely filling you up as he was buried balls deep inside of you. 

Him, inside you, felt so intoxicating, better than anything you could’ve ever imagined, both of you consumed by tremendous levels of passion and lust. He started slow, dragging out each deep thrust, making you feel every inch of him as he stretched you completely, massaging your inner walls so perfectly.

“Baby… you look so beautiful like this… So fucking sexy.” he managed to mutter in between ragged breaths, making you moan loudly as he gradually increased his pace, relentlessly pounding into you now. 

“My. Favourite. Girl.” he praised, each word punctuated by deep thrusts as his lips captured yours in a heated kiss, moaning into your mouth. And you— god, you felt better than he ever imagined, so tight and warm, perfectly wrapped around him, as if you were made for him. 

“So fucking big, oh my god” you moaned breathlessly, your arms wrapping tightly around his neck, pulling him closer until your sweaty bodies were pressed together. 

You hooked your legs around his muscular torso, giving him an angle to go even deeper as his cock hit your g-spot over and over. Theo clutched the sheets, his knuckles turning white with his head buried in the crook of your neck, desperately trying to hold back, to not cum too soon— but fuck, you felt incredible, squeezing him so perfectly. 

“Yes, yes, yes, right there!” you cried out, your voice shaking from pleasure and your eyes rolling to the back of your head in pure bliss.

“Taking my cock so well, amore, fuck” he growled, his voice deep and strained and his pace brutal, causing you to cling onto his broad shoulders, nails digging deep into his skin. His lips moved frantically across your neck, planting wet, sloppy kisses all over your skin as his hand crept to your core, rubbing fast circles on your swollen clit all while still maintaining his brutal pace.

“Theo, oh- oh my fucking god, I’m almost—” 

“Let go for me, baby.” he whispered huskily into your ear as his fingers worked faster. It didn’t take long before he pushed you over the edge, causing you to arch your back and moan his name over and over again, your nails dragging down the length of his back, leaving red trails all over his skin.

“Atta girl. Doin’ so good for me.” He groaned through gritted teeth as his thrusts grew sloppier, less controlled. He breathlessly moaned your name so beautifully as his orgasm hit him, emptying himself inside you and filling you to the brim with his cum. He slowed his movements, gently riding out both of your highs, before carefully pulling out and collapsing next to you, his arm wrapping around you, both your breathing ragged and uneven.

You sluggishly grabbed his phone from the nightstand again, unlocking it with determined fingers, your chest heaving up and down as you scrolled through his messages. The screen lit up with dozens of texts— girls asking to hook up, sending him nudes. The anger you’d felt before instantly surged back, tightening in your chest. 

“What are you doing?” Theo questioned, his eyes narrowing as he followed the movements of your fingers across the bright screen, a puzzled expression on his face. 

“Making sure none of these girls ever talk to you again.” You smirked with a mischievous glint in your eyes as you scrolled through each chat, sending the pictures from earlier to every single girl in his phone. A self-satisfied, smug grin stretched across your lips as you watched the messages go through, one by one. 

“You’re fucking insane, you know that?” Theo chuckled, shaking his head in both disbelief and amusement, yet clearly turned on by your boldness. 

“That's why you’re my favourite.”

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Synopsis! - Oh no! What happens when the big, massive strong man that saved you during a very dangerous war, wants something from you in return for his bravery?

Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!reader

Warnings! - Dub-con, mentions of killing people, creampie, ass play, size kink, he stuffs his gloves in your mouth, he's possessive, mentions about keeping you with him. Dark content. this was kinda rushed so sorry for any errors!!

Art credits @umkochannart on twitter!

A/n - I NEED HIM, SOMEONE PLEASE

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“Oh my— fuck! Sir, please we shouldn't be doing this, someone might see!” you stammered, legs trembling as your panties lazily pooled around your ankles. You mewled at the feeling of his hard, cold gear slapping against the mound of your ass, making the flesh ripple against his clothed pelvis. You keened as the wooden table dug into your stomach as you held onto the edge for dear life.

His cock was so thick and long—perfectly curved as it stretches open your tight, compressed walls to alter his girth. He grunts, feeling your tight little pussy eagerly fluttering around his invasive dick as you blabber on and on about your little worries about getting caught. Of course, you minded that a stranger man was destroying your pussy, but that was the least of your worries right now. The thought of getting caught and someone seeing your vulnerable self—almost naked, being pounded against a small table in the supply room by a big solider that's fully clothed, except for the crotch of his pants that's zipped down to free his aching cock, that's currently having your cunt drooling—making a mess all over his thick combat pants, made your mind hazy and your cunt throbbing in both excitement and frustration.

“Aww don't worry bout' that darling—I’ll just kill them for you so they won't say anything, will that be better?” he chuckles, his gloved hands digging into your hips as he deeply thrusts himself inside your dripping pussy relentlessly, fucking every single brain cell out of you. For someone who is “scared”, your pussy sure as hell was soaked and aroused.

He smirked under his skull mask at the feeling of your sweet pussy throbbing in tight circles around his cock to his words. “Oh? What a dirty little slut, does my talking about killing people make you horny? Such a sick little bitch, this pussy is clenching around me like it's fucking addicted to my cock, you a virgin, darling?”

Your eyebrows furred together at his sick wordings, you felt on the verge of losing your mind as the feeling of pure pleasure clouded your mind. “No, M’not!” you whimpered out, your tits grazing against the wooden table as your gushy pussy leaked all over his veiny shaft, every thrust had your pussy coating his cock even more with your filthy juices—as if you were enjoying it, or maybe you were?

“Oh yeah? Well, your cunt sure is fucking tight and warm—squeezing me so hard for someone that's a whore, whaddya say I keep you here and split open this little pussy whenever I feel like it?” he chuckles darkly, a huge palm slapping your bouncing ass as it jiggles against him, you moaned, tears prickling at your tear line as his thick, filled balls slaps against your poor clit, creating even more friction that had you seeing stars.

“No! Sir—can't, you promised you'll let me go after this!” you muttered, feeling so stuffed by the big man’s cock. “Shh, shhh I'm just joking with you doll” he laughs wickedly, perverted eyes moving down to where the two of you were lewdly connected. His eyes fixated on your other little neglected hole, which's already coated with some slick from your pussy. He eagerly pulled off one of his gloves and placed it on the table. You jolted unexpectedly when he stuffed a thumb deep into your mouth, he pressed his weighted chest onto your smaller back—getting closer to you as he whispered, “Get it all wet and lubed up, it's for your own good, darling”, you were confused and oblivious to what he'd be needing his thumb for but obeyed him anyways, not wanting to make the big man angry.

You whirled your tongue around his finger, making sure to get as much spit on it as possible. After, you hummed, letting him know that you were done. He pulled his finger out, sticky drips of spit coating him. Your eyes widen with fear when you felt his fat thumb circling your virgin asshole, he spreads the spit all over the shy, fluttering hole before sinking it in little by little. “Fuck! Sir—please be gentle, never had anything in there!” You yelled as you cried out in pain of your untouched hole getting stretched out. He quickly picked up his glove and shoved it into your mouth when there were footsteps heard thumping outside the room. “For heaven's sake, please shut the fuck up or I’ll really kill someone. I'm not joking darling. You’re mine now and I won't let other eyes see what's mine” he said in a stern tone. He hissed lowly at the feeling of your asshole swallowing his whole thumb in, all the way to the hilt.

“Such a tight little asshole, M’honored I’ll be the first one to break open this pretty ass”. Your muffled cries got louder as he pounded his hefty cock harder into your pussy, making it gushing all over him as he fucked out more and more juices out of your body. Soon the pain turned into pleasure as he started wiggling his thumb inside of you, feeling it exploring your tight walls. Your moan grew sweeter and more fucked out as you felt your orgasm washing over you—his huge cock tip nudging against your G-spot bullyingly, making your mind hazy. He felt it—felt the way your pussy grew more wetter and tighter around his length, taking him in all the way in as he pants. “Fuck darling are you gonna cum? Go on baby, you can cum, cum all over my cock, you slut”. He ordered, letting his thumb hooked into your butthole as he uses three other fingers to rub wet circles around your clit.

You moaned out, standing on your tippy toes as you clenched both holes tighter around him, making him hiss as you squirted all over him—your filthy mess splattering all over his uniform and gear as he fucks more and more juices out of your dirty pussy. He groaned loudly as you made a mess all over him—he never had someone squirting on him before, so it drove him fucking crazy. He lands slap after slap on your ass cheeks—making the flesh red as you whimpered. “Such a messy little whore, you really squirted on a random man you don't even know? You really are a little slut, I'm definitely keeping you darling” he laughs out, feeling his orgasm following him. “I’m gonna stuff this cute little pussy so full of my seed, gonna drain it so deep inside you baby, it'll come out your mouth” The whole room reeked of sex as he towered over you, his massive cock snugly engulfed by your little pussy, so tight and warm for him. He moans louder, splitting out a few curses as he pulled out his thumb out of your ass, making your little hole wink at him at the loss of his finger. He used both hands to grip your hips, holding you steady as he used your body as a little fuckdoll, manhandling your little body to meet his cock halfway as you felt his cock twitching inside of you.

“No please! Sir not insi-” Too late, hot ropes of warm sticky cum spurted into your poor hole, filling it up as your eyes roll back. “Fuckkk, ohh fuckk yesss, such a good little cumslut for me” he moaned out with ecstasy as he emptied into your warm pussy—after so long.

Tears rolled down your cheeks as he stilled himself into you. He bent over once again, his chest and gear touching your back as he whispered to you. “Don't worry sweetheart, I’ll take good care of you, will fucking kill anyone if they dare look in your direction. You'll be mine forever, pretty”.

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Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem!reader

Fandom: Call of Duty

Character(s): Simon Riley, Reader

Summary: A fight about a rumor, a confrontation, an admission, and suddenly your in the back of your car with no pants on.

Word Count: 4.7 k

Warnings:

“Get back ‘ere,” Lt. Simon Riley’s deep voice bellows angrily at the back of your quickly fleeing head as you storm clench fisted out of his private quarters before it disappears from his sight for a moment as you slam his door behind you so hard that it bounces off the frame and swings back open. He has no clue where you’re off to, but by the direction you’re headed, it looks like you’re going straight towards the parking lot. 

God dammit, this isn’t how this is supposed to go. He curses himself for the way his emotions get the best of him sometimes and especially right now.

A mess of heavy breaths and barred teeth, you try to ignore the boot steps barreling towards you from behind. Nothing and no one is going to stop you from getting out of here and away from him, so you keep your face down, eyes staring at the long shadow of your body splaying out in front of you as the sun slips down further to the horizon. When you do finally look up your car is close and getting closer; good. You need to get off this fucking base to calm down before you explode in rage and do something stupid…like put your fist through a wall.

Again the lieutenant calls out your name to your fading figure with no luck and watches as you reach your vehicle without even acknowledging him anymore. It’s no use, you’re gonna take off no matter what he does, so finally he gives up with a loudly growled “fuckin’ hell” in agitation just as you reach out for the handle, storming back into the room with another loud bang as the door shuts and stays closed this time. 

The noise makes the tension in your chest ease as you get in the driver’s seat and buckle up; at least he’s decided to actually leave you alone for now. Risking a quick glance back at the bare front of his closed door one more time you harshly turn the key in the ignition and peel out of the parking lot, screeching wheels and a flurry of gravel the only sign of your exit. 

“God dammit,” you mutter to yourself under your breath, your knuckles gripping into the steering wheel until they are white as you make your way up to the security booth to get cleared to leave. “What the fuck was that? Christ, he was angry. Has he lost his goddamn mind? Why does he think I have to put up with his shit?”

The guards at the stand can see the fury in your eyes as you roll up to the gate and they are quick to guide you through, not wanting to be on the receiving end of whatever has got you in a mood. They share a look between them after you drive off as somehow it feels like they’ve dodged a bullet, but that relief is short lived as not even ten minutes later the next person to come up to their gate has the same sour expression, except this one is partially shielded inside a jet black motorcycle helmet and black balaclava. 

Those eyes though…if looks could kill, the guards know they would have already dropped dead.

“Lieutenant,” one of them nods briskly as the motorcycle comes to a stop and the visor on the helmet is aggressively opened to reveal its occupant, “y-your good to go.”

Simon flips the visor back down with a single flick from his hand and revs the engine on his bike to peel away from the booth like a rocket towards the setting sun, headed in the same direction you had just gone minutes before. Faster and faster he pushes the engine; thank fuck there’s only one way you can go and if he makes sure to speed, he’s confident that he’ll catch up to you quick enough.

And then what? Simon’s anger is still blinding and he hasn’t thought that far ahead. All he knows is that he can’t just leave it like this and until you listen, he isn’t going to give up.

Your eyes are locked on the road, but it feels like you’re driving more by instinct rather than by sight as the only thing you can see right now is red. Simon’s harsh accusations swirl about in your head on repeat; not a good soundtrack to quiet your anger. This is not how you thought this day was going to end.

He had caught you headed back to your barracks and asked to speak. If you knew it was going to be an ambush for him to unload on you about something that was none of his business, you would have done everything to get out of letting him lead you inside his room. He didn’t even give you the chance to get a word in, to defend yourself, just kept spewing his heated thoughts about what he believed you were doing until finally you were able to get out.

If only he knew the truth… whatever, it didn’t matter now. You wouldn’t be kept on a short leash by someone who didn’t care.

You aren’t sure how many miles you’ve gone before you notice a motorcycle driving right behind you. They seem to be glued onto your bumper, keeping pace with you as you switch lanes, and when you make a sudden right and another directly after, they are still behind you and now you’re sure; you know that bike and its rider. 

How the fuck did he get behind you so fast? 

Simon flashes his lights at you before throwing on his blinker to indicate that he wants you to pull over, but you aren’t on base and don’t feel like following his orders right now. Let him chase after you for a little while more, that’s what he deserves. Who knows, maybe he’ll realize that this is a fucking stupid idea and he should really head back. Wishful thinking; you know him too well to even pretend that he’ll give up when he has his mind set on something. 

A few more miles and again he hits his lights; he’s not going to stop following you until you give him what he wants. He knows he came at you too strong before, but he isn’t done with the conversation. He is compelled to put a stop to this before it gets any more out of hand, he has to. One more time, he flashes his lights.

“Really, Simon? I don’t want to fucking do this,” you curse him in a mumble with a scoff. Looking into your rearview mirror, you throw up your hands in defeat to silently indicate you’re ready to get this over with, wherever he decides to take this. It’s almost dark now anyway; you can get this done and then immediately head down to the bar to grab a much needed drink.

Up ahead is the abandoned parking lot of an old grocery store that looks like it has been closed for some time. Simon speeds up to get ahead of you to act as a guide and you throw your blinker on and turn in. He leads you towards the back of the store and away from the street and the traffic; more privacy for you to ‘talk’. 

Great, more yelling, you think as you put the car in park before coming to a full stop. You scramble out in a huff and slam the door shut so hard that the windows vibrate.

“What?” you say between gritted teeth, leaning up against your car as you wait for him to get off his bike; you’re gonna make him come to you. 

He removes his helmet, setting it carefully on the handlebars before stalking over to where you stand. “I said I wasn’t going to talk about this anymore,” you continue on in the same heated tone, “so why are you following me? What the fuck do you want now?”

“That’s really how you’re gonna talk ta me?” he questions, matching your energy. “I’m still your fuckin’ lieutenant.” 

“That’s how I talk to assholes so stick their fucking noses where they don’t belong and then get mad when they don’t like what they find,” you return, crossing your arms across your chest to hide how labored your breathing is from your anger. You don’t want him to know just how much he’s gotten under your skin, even though you know your face is probably giving it all away anyway. 

He told himself to stay calm, but there is no helping the emotional reaction he has that causes him to immediately match your energy and the fight picks right back up as if it never stopped. “Oh, is that right?” he growls. “I’m tha asshole? And what the fuck does that make ya, princess?”

“Don’t turn this back on me,” you press the matter. “I didn’t do anything; you’re the one that has the problem. I just don’t understand why you can’t let it go. Do you not have anything better to do than get in my personal life?” 

Simon licks his lips behind his mask to keep him from losing the shred of composure he has left. “Better watch it, luv.”

You’re done with him, his attitude, and this conversation. “I will say it again, so maybe you’ll finally get it through your thick skull. What I do in my free time is my business. You have no right to confront me about anything.”

“I think I do,” he returns.

“Why? Because we hooked up a couple of times? That doesn’t give you the right to act like we’re a couple,” you say heatedly. “We agreed that it was we needed at the time to let off some steam, that the couple times it happened meant nothing. Now you’re acting like a fucking child just because I enjoy having company?”

Your blood is boiling now because he’s doing all this without having the facts. This supposed company you are entertaining isn’t even real, it is all a rumor started by a rejected private with nothing better to do, but you aren’t about to tell him that. He doesn’t need to know because it shouldn’t matter; you’re not together, never were, and he has no right to any knowledge about what you do behind closed doors. 

This is the type of arrangement he wanted after all, no strings attached. His idea, not yours, so why the possessiveness all of a sudden? After all you had done to make sure your feelings on the matter never got out it only makes you more irate to feel like a caged animal; damned if you do, damned if you don’t. 

Because what you really want is standing right in front of you and you can’t have it.

“Ya couldn’t even tell me ya were screwin’ around?” he says, stepping up in intimidation. “Ya don’t think that makes it sound like ya knew it was a problem?”

His entitlement feels like an attack and you won’t stand for it. “You can’t keep me on a leash like this when you don’t even have a claim,” you bark, getting in his face. “You might be my lieutenant, but what I’m doing or not doing outside of military business isn’t for you to worry about. And once again, we aren’t together. Stop acting jealous.”

He stares you down, menacing glare locked to your eyes as his chest heaves up and down exasperatedly. “Neva said I was fuckin’ jealous,” he starts, but you promptly cut him off.

“Yeah, right,” the accusation spills out like acid, finger poking into the middle of his chest. “And the fact you can’t fucking drop it is because you’re concerned, right? Bullshit. But you know what? I don’t care. I promise you, this is the last we will ever speak about it. You hear me? Just leave me the fuck alone.”

You shove past Simon as he stands there silently fuming to walk off somewhere along the building, clearly hoping that he will turn back for the base. His heart is beating out of his chest as he stares daggers into the back of your head…because you actually guessed right. He is jealous and it is eating away at him. 

Blinded by his overwhelming emotions, he moves without thinking about the repercussions of his actions. Taking fast steps, he catches up to you as you walk along by the brick wall of the store and takes you by surprise. He reaches out with his large, strong hand and wraps tightly around the back of your neck to pull you backward to him, turn you around, and pin you against the brick by your throat.

Simon blocks your body with the bulk of his, trapping you so you can’t get away again. His grip is firm, but not painful and you look up into his masked face as if trying to read his eyes. 

“What are you doing?” you ask, the residual anger pumping through your veins so it’s still in your voice.

There is a pause, more silence, before he speaks. “Handlin’ something,” he says with a growl.

“You clearly can’t handle anything, Simon,” you comment with an agitated chuckle. 

“Shut it,” he demands in a harsh bark. “Ya think ya know every fuckin’ thing, don’t ya?” He shakes his head, jaw visibly clenching even behind the mask. “Ya can’t even see what’s right in front ‘a your face.”

Your brow furrows; what the hell is he talking about? His remark catches you off-guard and you stand silently in confusion as you contemplate what the hell he’s trying to say, but he’s gone completely silent, just breathing heavy breaths into your face. Enough, he needs to just spit out so this can end. 

“Since I’m so fucking stupid, why don’t you spell it out for me. Stop playing these fucking games with me, Simon.”

Fine, no more games. His skin tingles with the heat from the adrenaline flooding his limbs and all at once everything happens in a flash. Only inches remain between you and in that moment they suddenly feel as wide as the ocean; it makes him ache and the urge to close the distance overwhelms every sense. Reaching towards his face with his free hand his mask is wrenched above his lips before he pulls your head forward by your throat and leans in to catch your mouth with his. The kiss is so full of aggression that it knocks the air out of your lungs. 

There is nowhere for you to go, nothing you can do, but hold on as he takes what he wants from your mouth. He steals kiss after frantic kiss as if he has been starved for them, not evening pausing to give you a second to come up for breath.  

All that anger that had just been bubbling inside you is redirected and suddenly instead of wanting to push him away you want him as close as possible. Your fingers claw into his shoulders through his leather riding jacket as you try to pull him into you, but they are immediately ripped off as he grabs them and pins the wrists to the wall above your head. Between the breaks in your mouth’s connection, he gasps out the words he should have said back in his room. 

“Ya need ta understand. Can’t just have ya a few fuckin’ times and tha’s it. Can’t get enough a ya. Was a goddamn fool not ta speak up sooner. Want ya for myself an’ I don’t share what’s mine. An’ you’re mine, luv,” he gasps into your parted lips, giving your neck a squeeze for emphasis. “Ya hear that? Mine.”

He nips at your bottom lip, sharp teeth cutting into the plump flesh to make you moan at the delicious harshness. God, your desperate sounds are like a drug; he can’t get enough and the more needy you become, the better they get. Pulling back just as you try to go in for more, he stares into your eyes, his gaze darkening within the confines of his mask still clinging to the top half of his face. “Can’t ‘ave anyone else tryin’ to get at what’s mine. Any prick that tries ta take ya away from me, I’m gonna fuckin’ kill ‘im.”

Admission finished Simon’s eyes flutter closed as he dives right back into your lips, this time shoving his tongue into your mouth, parting through your lips as he forces his way in until the muscle has filled you full. It plays against the roof of your mouth and over your tongue, tasting you, devouring all he can like a beast ravenous to take all that it can get. 

All that pent up desire being released onto you.

His bulky muscles against your chest crush your body into the wall and you can barely breathe, but you would gladly suffocate if it meant your curves could stay molded into each other like this for longer. Then you feel it, that bulge straining against the zipper of his jeans, and the walls of your pussy involuntarily clench. Suddenly you need it inside you. 

As if he has read your mind, Simon wrenches himself from your lips. “Unless ya want me ta fuck ya on the side ‘a this buildin’, get to tha car,” he growls, his voice husky. “Now.”

It only takes  a few seconds before you’re both jostling into the back of your car and slamming the doors shut, Simon’s jacket discarded on the ground right outside the door. His massive size takes up most of the cramped interior of the vehicle, but still he manages to maneuver onto his knees over top of you as he lays your back down against the seat. With one hand he undoes your pants, clasp first and then zipper, and pulls them down just under the curve of your ass and forcefully rips them off your legs as he rips his shirt off over his head with the other. The mask is taken with it and all the clothes get tossed somewhere into the floor of the car as he hikes one of your legs up to rest on his broad shoulder.

“Need it,” he says, feverishly kissing down the length to your thigh. “Need ta be inside ya right this second.”

“Yes, Simon,” you whimper as he undoes his jeans and pulls out his cock. It bobs up and down with the beats of his heart and he moans at the sensitivity as he takes it into his hand.

“Ya said I didn’t ‘ave a claim, well I’m ‘ere to claim ya now. But I need ta say it, sweetheart,” he returns as his fingertips hook into the crotch of your panties to pull them to the side before he angles himself against your pussy and starts slipping himself through your petals with agonizingly slow thrusts of his hips. “Say you’re mine.”

You swallow to coat the dryness in your throat. “I’m yours Simon,” you say, but the measured nature of his strokes don’t stop.

“Again.”

The tip of his cock prods against your clit and you whimper at how swollen it is and how much you need something to take the edge off. “I’m all yours Simon!” you whimper so pathetically as the throbbing intensifies the more he repeats the same. 

His hand digs harder into your hip as he leans in closer to your face. “I. Said. Again.” 

You close your eyes tight, clenching as you pant and gather the strength to reply with everything you have. “Simon, baby, please. I fucking need you so bad. I can’t fucking take it. I swear that I am only yours; there won’t ever be anyone else.”

The heat of his lips near yours makes you shiver. “Look who can’t handle things now,” he says with a smugness that makes goosebumps raise over your skin. “ Now, arch ya back a little more for me.” His command is direct and you follow without hesitation, presenting yourself to him like you are in heat, begging to be filled.  

“Fuck sweetheart, jus’ tha thought of ya with anyone else gets me so god damned riled up,” he says with a grunt as he positions himself at your entrance, your panties nearly ripping still laced in his fingers. “No one can ‘ave ya like this ‘cept me. Understand?”

You give him a vigorous nod, praying that soon the agony will end. “No one.” Your repeated words are a plea.

Simon’s heart races at how you say it. “You’re neva’ gonna stray, are ya?”

“No,” you whine.

“Good fuckin’ girl.” 

With that he shoves in just the tip through the threshold, instantly feeling the stretch of your core by the girth of it, groaning through a chuckle as you mewl taking him in. He doesn’t give you time to adjust and snaps his hips to thrust all the way down to the base of his shaft. The wind gets knocked out of you, but again he doesn’t pause and the axle of the car creaks as his desperate strokes overwhelm everything from you to the vehicle with the force.

“Ya think anyone else can make ya feel like this?” he asks through gritted teeth as he pounds into you hard and rough over and over again in rhythm. “Some manky bastard gonna make ya moan like this?”

There’s no way you can answer him with how full your mouth is with moans, how numb your mind is as everything in you focuses on the sensation of his thrusts reaching deeper and deeper inside. It only gets worse when he decides that one leg on his shoulder isn’t enough; it needs its twin on the opposite one. From here you swear you can feel him in your stomach with how deep he penetrates.

“Ya think he would even know what ya like? How to play with your clit, how to suck on your tits till you’re vibratin’ and your toes curl?”

How the fuck did he remember all that? You’ve only been together a few times and yet it’s obvious that he’s paid so much attention to detail that he’s memorized everything of those intimate details that make you a mess. As if right on cue his hand slips down between your bodies and parts through your petals to massage the nub at the top of your pussy.

“Ya think I wouldn’t care ta know what ya like?” he asks, the gravel in his voice delicious and yet menacing as you throw your head back and release a loud moan. “How else am I gonna make sure ya belong ta me? I need ta fuckin’ ruin this sweet little pussy so no one else can compare. I wanna be the only fuckin’ thing in that pretty head ‘a yours.”

As if you’d ever have the strength after this to even think of another man that isn’t him. The fictional man that got you into this predicament didn’t even exist and yet somehow you still feel guilty about him. There is only Simon, your Simon, that you can’t get enough of; no one else can ever come close. 

The lights in the parking lot kick on just as the last bit of daylight slips under the horizon and you can see now just how fogged up the windows are as Simon rips up your shirt and bra together, stuffing the clothing up around your neck and popping both breasts out of their cage before letting your legs slips from his shoulders to fall and wrap around his hips.

“Can’t forget about these beauties,” he growls before diving in face first and catching one with his mouth. 

Hot lips latch on as he braces a hand against the steam-covered window to hold himself steady so that he can continue to pump in and out of your tight hole and play with your clit as his tongue teases the nipple until it’s stiff and you can feel the pleasurable sensation down between your thighs. The moans filling the car come faster and faster as the heat gathering in the pit of your stomach grows. Simon doesn’t even come up for air, just switches sides to play with the other nipple until it too is hard; he wants a matching set before you come and he is gonna get what he wants. 

Your thighs squeeze down on his hips as that heat violently gathering in the pit of your stomach starts to come to a head and a devilish idea floods your thoughts. It won’t be long now and your orgasm will be coursing through you, but that’s not enough. If he wants to claim you, he is going to claim all of you…and fill you full. 

“Don’t pull out,” you stammer out and he falters in his thrusts. 

Simon quickly releases your breast from his mouth.“What did ya say?” 

You lock your ankles together tightly behind his back so he can’t escape. “Don’t you dare pull out,” you repeat and he nearly comes right then and there just from how the request makes his heartbeat pound. “God, I’m so close, baby. Please, I need you to come in me.”

Fuck, what a request. How the hell could he possibly refuse? He made a declaration after all and he intends to keep it; he is going to ruin you and he is more than willing to breed you to do it. His hands move to your hips and he buries his fingers in the muscles. 

“Then you’re gonna get what ya fuckin’ want, sweetheart,” he says as he strikes up into you with a newfound vigor that makes your body bounce. “You’re gonna take every last goddamn ounce.”

“Right there,” you moan, the pressure euphoric, “stay right there.”

He grunts. “Come for me. Come on my cock. Let me feel that fuckin’ clench.”

He struggles to repeat the same exact movements, his own release about to pop off at any second, but with a bit of effort his hard work pays off and that heat reaches its peak. The tension snaps harshly and tears through you until your body is jerking as you ride out wave after wave of ecstasy.

God, the way your walls are fluttering around him as you let go is heaven and he loses himself in the sensation. All that tight, wet, heat sends tingles through his cock and he can no longer remain sane. 

“My pretty girl…” he murmurs, his thrusts slowly getting more sloppy… “mine…” he repeats,  nearly there, preparing to make sure you take every ounce of his cum and coat your walls… “all fuckin’ mine.”

That’s it, he can’t take another thrust and with an open-mouthed moan he comes hard. Cum shoots up inside you as he milks himself with your body until he has nothing left to give and kneels there resting inside you. You watch the muscles along his abdomen contract and release as he slowly comes back down from that high. 

Such a masterpiece of flesh.

Minutes pass until he feels like he can pull out and he spends that time peppering your lips with tender kisses. Finally he carefully removes your legs from around him and sets them down on either side of his thighs, holding them open so that he can lean back and watch his cum and your slick dribble out of your cunt onto the cushion beneath you. What a beautiful mess he’s made; he can’t stop staring at it as if he’s in a trance. 

A visual sign that his claim is finally complete.

“Tha’s a sight that could do me in,” he breathes. “Ya did so good for me, sweetheart.”

He releases your panties so that they fall back into place and you can feel everything starting to gather in the crotch. You sit up and he pulls your face in for one last kiss; you’ve been here long enough that if you don’t get out of here soon it’s gonna draw unwanted attention. 

“Now get your ass back ta base and make it quick,” he says as he pulls slowly from your lips, “I want ya in my room, in tha shower; ya got exactly 20 minutes so ya best not stop. I’m not done with ya just yet.”

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of the essence

premise: working alongside tangerine to retrieve something as minuscule as a briefcase should be easy–would–have been easy if there wasn’t history between the two of you and you weren’t at each others necks or annoyed senseless by his need to be right, or your need to have him inside of you.

pairing: tangerine x f!assassin!reader

word count: 2.9k

warnings: eighteen+ content, unprotected sex, creampie, enemies who are partners who aren’t really enemies but are definitely lovers, tangerine has a big dick this is canon, cocky behavior, banter, public sex (unrealistic dicking in those tight ass train seats), dirty talk, pet names, spanking, mentions of violence and death.

etc: ya girl has booked a one way ticket on the tangerine slut train! sorry i’m late to the ride but i’m here now and i hope you enjoy this!

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It was foolish of you to think that there would be any civility between the two of you, that you could actually do this job in peace without him getting on your nerves or you grating at his. “It’s just a quick grab and go, no big deal” your boss had said, and as it always goes that was too good to be true.

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"Briefcase? What briefcase?"

"I couldn't give two fucks 'bout the briefcase while you're here saddling me like this, love "

. . .TANGERINE SMUT

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·˚ ༘ sum. You were tasked with retrieving a crucial briefcase alongside your trusted ally on a Japanese bullet train. You’ve been warned about an enemy duo who may also be boarded, rumored to be as inseparable as you two. Though you thought you’d never met these "twins" before, keeping the briefcase safe seems daunting—until you encounter a surprisingly familiar face, and although you should be, you're not too unhappy about it.

wc. 7.1k (yeah.)

content. f!reader, airam!mission-partner, buildup, enemies to lovers, star-crossed lovers, unprotected sex, plot w/ porn, slight angst, cussing obv, weapons mentioned/slightly used, public sex all that good stuff

“it’s not—“ Airam cuts himself off, glances around, then leans in, lowering his voice.

“—It’s not stupid if we blow our cover around the very people we’re supposed to stay hidden from.” He throws you a serious look, his eyes wide. You just raise your eyebrows and give him a blank stare.

You both settle into a booth as the train fills with passengers. Airam seems as though he's going to speak again to break the silence, but you cut him off. “Listen, Airam—” But he shushes you loudly, looking tense and terrified. “CODE NAMES!” he hisses, practically spitting.

He glances around cautiously, then exhales in frustration, finally relaxing. You shoot him a glare, momentarily stunned, but continue. “As I was saying—who knows if they've ever even heard of our names.” You scoff, but Airam isn’t amused. You shrug. He’s always either all business or cracking offbeat, inconsiderate jokes. Working with him is a constant whiplash between extremes.

Observing his demeanor, you anticipate a more serious reaction given the way he's dropped his smug look, leaned closer, and suddenly fixed you with a sharp glare. His full lips hardly part as he begins to speak.

“If the twins are here as warned, then that means serious business.” Airam makes a fair point in such a short sentence, and you just sigh. It’s all you can do. However, as much as he was right about everything, you couldn’t bear to take the code names he had in mind seriously.

You give him a stern look, observing him add on to his last statement by mouthing the words "The White Death”.

Airam was attempting to make your official code names on the job—which could result in death—pet names. For this dangerous line of work. What a lad.

You groan and turn your head away, covering your face with your palm. He was useless, constantly goofing off—even in serious times.

Though, you imagine that's what makes each job a little more manageable to carry out whilst you were working with him. You held deep love for his never ending silly side. It secured your inner child.

“Fine—I’ll be sugar, you be spice.” he decides, interrupting your thoughts.

You blink. “Why spice?”

“What about you is sugar?” he teases, clearly implying something.

“What about YOU is?!”

“Just a quick taste, babe, and you’ll know,” he quips with a playful grin that’s more suggestive than he intends.

Nevertheless, you knew Airam lends no real suggestions out of his jokes— which makes you truly appreciate the friendship you two possess.

You simply sigh, failing to control the slight smile that appears on your face, per usual.

“All right, I’m done fighting this. From now on, to everybody and anybody, I go by sugar and you go by spice.” Just as soon as Airams face drops and he opens his mouth to protest, you speak up. “Case closed!”

You instantly get up and softly slam the table with both your hands to end that there, sliding out of the booth. “Well, I’m out of here on a hunt. You stay.”

You walk away, leaving Airam—or Spice—behind. Even though you typically lead the missions, his contribution is invaluable, and you both make a great team.

Now, it's time to get to work.

Using this time, you go through plenty of cars and their luggage, searching for a particular briefcase with a very particular sticker that Airam mentioned before boarding.

You recall the man you saw in one of the baggage compartments; he appeared to be looking for something as well. He was a man with golden ear piercings and silver, kinky hair. He seemed distressed.

You eventually end up at that very compartment, and as you approach near him, you attempt a kind persona.

Not expecting it— he speaks up, and you're struck from his accent. “Pardon me, young lady.”

After a polite tone, he sighs, moving aside to give you access to what he assumes is you looking for your luggage. His tone, though kind, carries an underlying annoyance.

You pause shortly before you realize what he imagines you to be doing. You quickly offer a sweet smile before turning to the luggage, bypassing the dull suitcases. You grab the first colorful one you see—no special briefcases in sight.

It’s more of a smaller suitcase, painting a glossy baby pink. A keychain lay around the zipper of what looks like to be a small Thomas The Tank Engine, but instead of blue it’s the same shade as your luggage… Except horribly painted over.

Noticing the man's visible disgust, you try to mask your surprise and keep a generous smile. Though, he's not paying you any attention. He seems more distressed by the keychain.

Concern grows in your chest, positive your expression isn’t hiding the fact. What’s his deal?

“Um, sir?” you break the silence. His eyes dart back to you, and his reaction is ambiguous—either a loss or gain of respect.

“My apologies, miss. Um, dare I ask?” He requests, but doesn’t continue his sentence. You give him a curious look, then notice that he is pointing to the keychain.

You chuckle awkwardly and turn back to him. "My younger sister," you muster up quickly. He simply nods, understanding. “Ah,” he replies thoughtfully.

Your mind races--recalling the warning about one of the twins, so you force a giggle to stay off his potential radar.

“Remember, guard up if you come across a man who's even the slightest invested in Thomas The Tank Engine.“

Fuck, how fucking weird. I thought he was joking what the hell?

--“Yeah, you know how siblings are.” You shrug with a bright smile.

"Sure do." He chuckles nostalgically.

This all makes you wonder if he might actually be one of the twins, merely assisting to check every box that you knew existed. Or are you trippin?

"Well, mister, hopefully you find what you're looking for." You seem a little nervous if you spoke too much, but you still smile and go.

You don't need to work for a dangerous boss or be in a dangerous profession to know he was unsuccessfully searching for something important. His stress levels were so high, you could feel the tension from literally cars away.

Moving on, you've left the last luggage in an empty booth on one of the final cars to keep out the way. You let out a sigh as you consider the man you've met, who may be one of the 'twins' under The White Death. Since he looked to be alone when you first met, you tell yourself to take extra precautions in finding anyone who may resemble him.

As you walk out and continue searching through numerous more cars and luggage, you’re probably on one of the very ends of the train before thinking you’ve spot it.

You finally breathe a sigh of relief when you see the train sticker on a briefcase handle.

In order to avoid drawing any more unwanted attention, you quickly grab the luggage and cover it with your sweatshirt before wasting no time to exit the space.

The briefcase looked tossed aside, not placed neatly for your arrival. You brace yourself, knowing people will soon be searching for what's now in your hands.

Fuck, am I cut out for this? these jobs do nothing for me but bring anxiety.

You head in the opposite direction, brushing off your doubts to find a quieter car. Feeling safer for vulnerability, you sit in an empty booth and pull out your trap to text Airam.

‘Secured. Omw.’

You glance at the message after sending it, then slip your phone back into your pocket and stride away. You consider mentioning that the twins might be on board but decide to wait and share that detail when you’re back with him.

You’ve now walked out the door into a new car, one with only about 3 people inside, total.

At the back of the car, a couple dozes off on each other, and you quickly dismiss them. Ahead, a lone figure sits too far away to identify, seemingly on his phone. You still decide to proceed cautiously.

You shift the briefcase to your other hand, away from the man nearby. As he comes into view, your heart sinks. Flashbacks hit you hard in the face—his sabotage of your last mission and the undeniable tension you shared. He’s dressed in a suit, looking as impeccably sharp as he did the last time you saw him.

With no time to plan, his gaze locks onto yours as you pass. A strange and unsettling look in his eyes make you feel as if time has frozen. You stop dead in your tracks as you feel a firm grip around your wrist.

“Well well, what’s that we got there, love?”

You swallow hard as he wastes no time to speak up, fighting to hide the flutter of unease in your chest. His accent and the way his words roll off his tongue make your breath catch, his grip on your wrist intensifying the effect.

You hum softly, lowering your gaze to meet his. In your peripheral vision, his free hand slips from his pocket and rests on his lap, but you keep your focus locked on his eyes.

His voice carries a rough, almost lustful rasp. It reminds you of the first time you heard him—except it was distant, dangerous. You remember the man who nearly got you killed by sabotaging your last mission. The brief moments you shared stirred an unsettling mix of attraction and anger—a potent combination that's only intensified with him now, closer than you two have ever been.

Your eyes lock onto the movement that caught your attention before—his free hand resting on a thick black pistol on his leg. Before you can react, he grabs your wrist, yanking you closer as he reaches for the briefcase. Time shifts from slow motion to a blur of rapid action, snapping you out of your thoughts.

Snapping out of your daze, you instinctively swing the unexpectedly heavy briefcase, smashing it into his face. His head snaps back, slamming into the wall. Blood trickles from cuts on his eyebrow, cheekbone, and nose as he groans in pain. You quickly back away, gripping the blood-smeared briefcase, frozen in shock at his sudden stillness and lack of retaliation.

"Aw- fuck, little lady!" He lets out a frustrated cry, dropping the gun to wipe the blood from his face. You straighten up, letting out a playful whine as you catch your breath.

Because of the slight strength in your hit, you approach him and reply in your whine breathlessly, “Made me rough up that pretty face of yours…” But before you can continue, he grabs you and shoves you into the booth seat, forcing the briefcase back.

You fight back, but he quickly overpowers you. Without a word, he tosses the briefcase aside and locks you with a menacing glare. Reclaiming his gun, he steps closer, towering over you as he presses the barrel under your chin, forcing your gaze upward. His arm rests near where you're pinned, his face just inches from yours.

He loomed over you with a commanding presence, clearly feeling he held all the power. And he did, though he didn't realize you were letting him. You weren't sure why you were either.

While having a gun pointed at you is never enjoyable, he doesn’t know you’ve never truly feared him. The intense sexual attraction between you makes it hard not to like, even a little bit, the position he has you in right now. Even if you’re supposed to be enemies.

Given the nature of your jobs, you’re forced to be rivals, clashing daily. Although you’ve only seen him once or twice before, this is the most you’ve interacted. Despite being at odds because of your bosses, his past glances and the knowledge that he’s forbidden fruit only make him that much more desirable.

“You wouldn’t want me putting a bullet through that pretty little face of yours, would you now?” He threatens, yet it’s soft. Softer than how you’ve once heard him threaten folks before.

A quiet moment passes, and he loosens the pressure from the gun, beginning to slide it across your cheek slowly, using his eyes to go over every feature on your face; admiring you, seemingly.

You have to let a startled giggle out as you look him in the eyes, a little afraid as much as you are shocked. You're upset towards how easily he's handling you right now, though honestly, its like you couldn't make out if you liked this position either. So you didn't know if you were gonna try and get out of it.

Yet when you thought about it, you couldn't be so convinced he'd actually kill you.

He takes a deep breath, his gaze lingering on your features as he gently slides the gun across your face. “I was wonderin' when I’d see this face again,” he mutters, his voice low and velvety, laced with a dangerous charm.

At this distance--after those words--you could care less about the damn suitcase.

--briefcase.

You bite your bottom lip, feeling your thighs tense. Despite the situation, you're not as scared as you probably should be. The slightest smirk even creeps onto your face.

Within the little times you’ve seen him before, you knew he would never kill you. Even though you were in the position of enemies, the way he eye fucked you on those, like, two jobs against each other, you can tell the only thing he wanted to shoot into you was not using the gun that’s to your face right now. Especially considering the position he has you in now, you couldn't be so sure it was delusions.

He hums. “Cat got your tongue? Think everything’s all sweet, do ya?” His tone drips with sarcasm, still curiously soft. You almost didn’t realize you were basically grinning out your mind right now.

“Well, my name is Sugar.” You respond with a sharp wit, a knowing smile playing on your lips. Regarding his soft words, practically admitting he missed your face, it’s as if you’re oblivious to the gun pressed against your flesh right now.

You catch a brief moment of softness in his eyes before it hardens, as if he’s reminded of his purpose.

“Well, Sugar—“ he gives a sly glance at your lips before meeting your eyes again. “You oughtta give me no trouble ‘n allow me this briefcase for as long as I spare ya life, innit?” His free hand comes up, casually brushing a stray hair from your face.

But as he speaks, you take him in: his hair is tousled and softly slicked back, slightly gelled, and his clothes are streaked with the smallest amount of blood.. He still looks clean and neat anyhow. His face shows signs of a recent scuffle, with marks and blood from your encounter.

Well. It doesn’t take a genius to find out there’s most likely more people here after this case.

Lost in thought, you momentarily zone out on his appearance, causing him to tilt his head and raise an eyebrow. His curious expression deepens as he takes in every detail of you.

Despite the threat he’s just issued, you’ve managed to drift off, seemingly indifferent to his face.

“Haven’t got all day, sweetheart,” he says, voice flat with impatience as he presses the gun harder into your cheek as if reminding you its there, hard enough to leave a mark. Strangely, part of you doesn’t mind.

Still, you wince slightly, furrowing your brows at the pressure.

You gently place your hand over his, your fingers grazing his roughened knuckles, likely bruised from earlier. Closing your eyes for a moment, you look up at him through your lashes, blinking slowly. You maintain a dangerously charged eye contact, and the way he was looking down at you with that threatening glare made you pulse where you foolishly wish you could have him right now.

Biting your lip, you alternate your gaze between his eyes and his lips. As soon as he notices your focus on his lips, he appeared to have let go a little as his hold on the gun relaxed. Now, the tension in the air could not go ignored at all. There were many silent moments, but none felt awkward. Just heavily sex drived.

“You’re not getting off that easily, handsome,” you purr, referring to his last threat. You focused intently on his lips as you spoke, but after a brief silence, you glance up into his eyes and notice his raised eyebrows—he seems captivated by your lips, avoiding direct eye contact.

“You’re practically beggin' to be dealt with, sweetheart,” he murmurs, his voice dropping into a deeper, more seductive tone—or maybe that's just how you hear his threats now. His eyes linger on your lips before locking onto yours again.

With a playful grin, you gnaw on your bottom lip and lean in closer, your chests pressing together. You glide your hand from his stomach up to his chest, then push him back onto the booth chairs in front of you.

To your surprise, he lets you do this, keeping the gun in hand but not making any immediate moves. You almost wish he would.

“You’ve done nothing but sabotage me,” you murmur, your voice carrying a threatening edge. Yet your gaze remains hungrily fixed on his lips.

The way he sits with his legs spread, his back not fully against the wall, and his deep breaths almost make you lose your balance. His slick hair and that thick mustache above his lips—lips you desperately want to claim—are almost too much to handle. He takes in every curve of your body, the way your clothes hug your hips and bust. You can almost imagine him tearing those clothes off right here, right now. Even under given circumstances.

The slightly unbuttoned undershirt beneath his vest revealed a necklace that was unmistakably his, glinting alluringly against his chiseled chest. His undershirt, rolled up on his arms, showcased his unbelievable arms. The sight of those well-defined arms was almost enough to drive you wild. And that--those arms--is probably what turned you on the most right now.

You finally lock eyes with him, your gaze steely and menacing. You remind yourself of who you're facing.

“You nearly got me killed by my boss without ever speaking to me face-to-face, and now you’re here for MY briefcase.” You take a few deliberate steps closer, casting a shadow over him. His gun rests on his lap, his finger lingering near the trigger but not aimed at you. He watches you with a look that suggests he’s more intrigued than threatened, as if you’re trying to put on a show.

The silence stretches, and you find your gaze drifting down to him. The heat of desire replaces your earlier anger, leaving you unexpectedly calm and intrigued. You take a deep breath before continuing.

“There’s hardly anyone else in this car…” you begin slowly, letting the weight of your words linger. Leaning in close, you murmur against his ear, your breath warm and teasing. “How do you plan to handle me?”

This seems to make his breath hitch in his throat, his posture stiffening as he repositions himself, crossing his arms. He tilts his head back slightly, prompting you to draw back just enough to meet his gaze fully.

“Bloody hell, you make my job fuckin hard to do..” he curses, exhaling heavily as he runs a hand through his hair. Turning to face you, he clearly struggles to keep his gaze from finding your lips again.

You keep your gaze locked on him as you slowly close the distance between you. Shifting closer, you step in until his right leg is between both of yours. He tilts his head slightly, sensing the proximity, but his eyes remain fixed on your lips, as if he's drawn to them irresistibly. His eyebrows subtly curve with a hint of desperation, though he keeps his expression carefully controlled.

“I make it hard?” You repeat his words slowly, lust peering through your tone, completely unable to go unnoticed. His eyes darken as soon as he realizes that you're dangerously staring at him, making him not have to wonder if he was just dreaming about the seduction in your words.

Slowly, you hover over his knee, lowering yourself to where your cunt nearly touches his leg. It doesn’t, but it’s close enough to where he undoubtedly could feel the heat from it just above him.

His gaze drops to where you're almost straddling him, then snaps back to meet yours. His hands lift in a fleeting gesture of hesitation, but he checks himself. You can’t help but wish he’d surrender and touch you as he pleases.

"From the moment I laid eyes on ya, I knew you were one for games." he murmurs in a voice so low you wonder if it was meant for you to hear at all, but given how close you are, you could have caught every breath he took.

You disregard the thought. Your voice is calm, but the weight of your words cuts through. "Do you know what could've happened to me that night?" you whisper, eyes scanning his every feature. From his sharp nose to his hidden lips.

Snapping out of his lusted trance, he jerks his eyes away from you, pressing his lips together and furrowing his brows in a hint of regret.

"But nothin' did," he says, his tone flat and expression neutral.

Surprised he's let you stay so close, you notice he doesn’t seem to mind the position. He didn’t seem the type to tolerate being looked down on, yet right now, his mind seemed elsewhere. You’re also surprised he hasn’t immediately jumped to defend himself or become rude.

"Almost did." You nod, but your words cause his head to turn your way, looking at you. He was so tall that even whilst laying back in a seat, he barely had to look up to meet your eyes.

"Well, I suppose you're not wonderin' what might've happened if I hadn't done what I did, eh? Could've gone a lot worse, love." he replies swiftly, surprising you. Your expression remains neutral.

“I would’ve completed my mission, wouldn’t I?” you retort.

"We’ve both got dangerous bosses to bloody kiss arse for, haven’t we? You should feel lucky you got out alive, darling. Not a word of thanks, though, eh? No credit for me, is that it?" He spits, his expression now reading agitated and tense. You instantly furrow your eyebrows, confused. You straighten your back so you're no longer hovering his knee, now having to slightly look more down on him.

"And why the hell should I thank you? Do you even understand what you’ve done?" You point at his chest, anger rising.

“Precisely, sweetheart; I saved your selfish bloody arse didn’t I?” He spat out once more, though his face looks less tense. He gives a knowing look with low eyes, as if you’re slow or something. The sarcasm dripping from his tone nearly fills the whole car.

You furrow your eyebrows dramatically, squinting your eyes and allowing your mouth to linger open before you speak, looking at him as if he's unbelievably stupid. “What?? If my partner hadn’t saved me from one of your men trying to kill me, I wouldn’t be here!?”

He shakes his head as you try to explain. “The fuck is wrong with you, are you dumb??” You squint your eyes, looking in pure disbelief at the density of this man.

"Well, you’re a fuckin’ right clever one, aren’tcha? Hate to break it to ya, but even if my boys hadn’t come for ya, your dickhole scumbag of a boss would’ve had you quick in a grave for failing that dumb fuckin’ mission, that’s right. You’d be stone cold if I didn’t foolishly step in!” You just stand there frozen in shock as he speaks with a tense, sassy shake of his head. As he talked, your shoulders began to fall, and your lips slightly parted. Your mouth starts to curve into the query 'what' again, but before you can utter the slightest sound, he speaks.

"Yeah- fuck, alright. Reckon I know people—put a word in, didn’t I? Stopped your fuckin' funeral from happenin’. Kept your boss from butcherin' you like he bloody well should’ve. And you’re still breathin’, thanks to me. That’s the simple weak difference between your boss and mine. If it were me, I’d've been cold and dead the second that mission swung in your pretty little favor." His accent flows easily off his mouth as he speaks quickly. All you can do is look.

Noticing you're just staring at him, he lets out a frustrated sigh and looks away. As you process the information, he shifts his tongue restlessly against the inside of his cheek.

"You saved my life, your saying?" You nearly choke on your words, unable to stop asking yourself the one thing on your mind: WHY.

He gives a subtle nod without looking your way.

With a soft sigh, you sink onto his leg, the sudden closeness making him turn his head toward you, his nose nearly brushing yours. The realization hits you—and he was right. You should’ve been dead, and that’s why you believe him.

"Now what the fuck did you do that for?" you ask softly, genuine concern in your voice. Your eyes lock on his lips again, and he notices, shifting his gaze to meet yours. For a moment, his response falters as he stares at your lips, hunger clear in his eyes.

"Waste of a pretty face if it got snuffed out just like 'at, innit?" He speaks soft, his gaze not leaving your lips for a lingering moment.

Your gaze shifts from his lips as you feel his hand lightly brush against your thigh. With a desperate, hungry look, he surveys your face, absorbing every detail as if it were the last thing he’d ever see.

"Why don't you make some use of it?" you breathe out boldly. His eyes snap to yours at your words, his lips parting slightly. The sight of him, smeared with slight blood, only makes him more enticing, heightening your craving for him. You want so much more.

His hand tightens on your thigh, causing you to inhale sharply.

"You don't know how long I've been wantin' to do that, love." he murmurs, his gun still clutched in one hand. He moves it to your other thigh, eyes darting between yours with raw desire. The coldness of the gun touching your ass sends shivers up your spine.

He grips your left thigh, lifting it onto his other leg so you're saddling him, and you slide up to get closer. The pressure and warmth of your pussy pressing against the bulge in his pants makes him exhale a quiet, shaky breath.

All your teasing instincts vanish in an instant at the slight sound coming from him. You harshly press your lips against his, wasting no time. You instinctively grip his neck, grinding your hips against his bulge while your hand tangles in his hair.

You hear a muffled "fuck" escape his lips just before he deepens the kiss. One hand cups your ass while the other slides up your waist. He thrusts his hips into you, his bulge growing harder beneath you. The pressure against your clit elicits a soft moan that escapes into his mouth.

He groans toward your soft moan, his hunger only intensifying. He drops his gun so both his hands can roughly grip your hips, forcing you to press harder against him. His tongue meets yours with desperate urgency, brushing over it like silk, making your panties dampen more than it already has been.

The way his tongue met yours was intense—wet, warm, and eager, just like you. He tasted of mint, though his natural sweetness, reminiscent of strawberries, shone through. There was a faint hint of cigarettes, but the blend of flavors only made him more enticing. You pressed into him harder, breathless, craving more of him. The sensation of him beneath you drove you wild, even as you fought the urge to pull away just to admire him. Just a mere glance dampens your panties.--he always looked so good and fresh. You genuinely couldn't describe in words the beauty this sex god possessed, it overwhelmed your sexual desires.

He pulls away with a grunt, catching his breath for a moment before immediately burying his face in your neck--kissing, licking, and biting with a skill that drives you wild. You barely even had a moment to process.

He pulls back as if remembering something, his lips slightly parted as he breathes heavily--his dark, lust-filled eyes locked onto you. “Tangerine,” he says flatly, causing you to breathe out; “What?”

He lets a moment pass as he grins--undeniably sexy and seductive. “‘S my name, love,” he drawls, licking his smiling bottom lip.

He glances at his watch, then leans in to whisper in your ear, “In case you feel like screamin' it anytime soon.” His breath and mustache brush against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine and a pulse between your legs.

He straightens up, and you both face each other. With a dangerous smirk, you bite your bottom lip, humming in response. “Interesting name,” You respond, softly placing your hand on his neck as you lean in and lick him from the bottom of his lip to his nose, making his mouth slightly open toward the gesture, closing his eyes until you lean back and look at him once again.

You could tell he desperately wanted you in his mouth at that moment, slightly disappointed toward the teasing. Though it only drove him more mad.

"'s that a yes, love?" he asks, seeking your confirmation. You almost giggle, lifting yourself off his lap and dropping to your knees before him. With his legs slightly spread and him reclining back, he watches you intently. He fixes his eyes to look down at you, and you notice his dick twitch in his pants at the sight of you on your knees before him. This drives you crazy, wanting him even more. The sight of his bulge turning you on to the max.

You reach for his tightly fitted suit pants, your fingers moving slowly to unbutton them. As you unzip, he shifts in his seat, clearly uncertain yet intrigued by your intentions. You slide his pants down, and he lifts his hips slightly to help you.

Beneath his pants, his boxers reveal a throbbing erection, straining against the fabric, desperate to be freed. You glance up at him, catching the look of raw, desperate desire in his eyes. His eyebrows are slightly arched, his lips parted as he breathes heavily.

"How's this for a yes?" you purr, letting the words roll off your tongue seductively. Watching his chest rise and fall with every breath only fuels your desire further.

You roll his boxers down just enough for his cock to spring free, immediately making your lips part in surprise. Your eyes roam over him, and the sheer size gives you pause—it’s longer and much girthier than what you're used to. You blink quickly, shaking off the intimidation. The hunger to please him, knowing how much it would also please you, takes over. Biting your lip, you take it in once more before wrapping your hand around the base. From the thick shaft to the pulsing, pink tip, it only intensifies your craving.

“If it's too much for ya, love--" he teases with a cocky smirk, closing his eyes, but you scoff. Big? Yes. Too big? Never. Maybe.

Before he can finish his thought, you lean in, your lips parting as you take him into your mouth. His words are cut off by a strangled moan, “-Oh, bloody—mother of—fuckk.” His hand shoots to the back of your head, gripping your hair as you begin working him over with your mouth. You moan softly, the vibrations sending shudders through him as your tongue swirls around the head of his cock, wet and warm. Each time you deep throat him, it makes him hiss, adjusting beneath you.

“Fuck, your mouth is so warm around my c—oh, fuck that feels—” His voice trails off into a ragged breath as you slide him out of your mouth slowly, eyes locked on his. His tip leaves your mouth with a pop, and you tease, trailing your tongue from his balls up to the base and over the throbbing length, blowing a soft bubble of spit when you reach the tip before taking him deep again. His moans grow louder, and he's seemingly surprised at the sounds escaping him, like he’s never been this vocal before. Though he's clearly more surprised at how good you're working his dick.

You moan around his cock, your eyes watering as you take him deeper than you’ve ever handled before. He was big—bigger than anything you’d ever experienced—but you craved more than just this.

His groans turned into breathless, stuttered curses, his moans coming one after the other, building as you worked him. But just when you thought he’d lose control, he cups your chin, pulling himself out of your mouth, keeping himself from finishing.

Collecting air back into your lungs, you look up at him, eyes teary from how deep you took him. "Not good enough? You seemed pretty—"

"Far too good," he interrupts, panting as he leans back, head thrown against the seat. You smirk, licking your lips, savoring the taste of him.

His cock twitches, still hard, bobbing with each of his breaths. You don’t bother hiding your hunger, eyes locked on it. Meeting his gaze, he grabs your hand and pulls you up, positioning you over him. You straddle his lap, your clothes still on, his cock pressed hard against you. He inhales sharply at the contact, sensitive and on edge.

He moves his head to the side of your face, his mouth right by your ear. "You must be mad if you think I'll finish before I’ve had my way with you, darling," he growls in a whisper, voice thick with desire.

He looks back to you with raw yearning, then glances to the side, picking up his gun again. Pressing it against your stomach with a bit of pressure, he growls, “Get this off, babe,” though the hint of desperation in his voice makes you grin.

You slide off his lap, standing before him as you slowly undress. First, you kick off your shoes, then hook your thumbs into your pants, slipping them down to reveal your legs. His gaze hungrily traces every inch of you. As you lift your shirt over your head, now standing in just your underclothes, you can see how much he wants you. He tightens his lips, letting out a low groan as his cock twitches.

You step closer, and he raises his arms, ready for you to straddle him again. You sit down on his lap, your pussy brushing his throbbing cock through his pants. He groans softly, his breath heavy. The contact makes you purse your lips together to contain a moan.

His hand wraps tightly around your throat, sending a rush of pleasure through you as he pulls you into a deep, heated kiss. His tongue explores your mouth, but just as quickly, he pulls back.

“Now it’s my turn,” he suggests, unclipping your bra and tossing it aside. He inhales sharply at the sight of your breasts, while you unbutton his shirt and vest, freeing his chest. Hovering over his cock, he grips the shaft, teasing you by sliding his tip between your folds. Both of you groan at the contact. “Fuck, you're jus' drippin' for me, aren't ya, love?” he growls, looking back up into your eyes.

You whimper once more as you rock your hips over his tip, your wet folds sliding over it, teasing him back. His head falls back with a groan, neck exposed, making him look even more irresistible. You can’t wait any longer.

“Put it in me, Tangerine,” you nearly beg, voice trembling with need.

Before you can finish, he thrusts inside, nearly filling all of you. You cry out, positively overwhelmed by the intense sensation. The image of his face as he entered you—lips parted, eyebrows arched—burns into your memory. His groans, as he moves in and out, reveal his struggle to hold back giving you every last inch, even though it’s already more than you can handle.

He quickly finds his rhythm, hands exploring your body as he thrusts into you, turning you into a moaning mess. He’s not far behind, groaning and cursing as your tight grip drives him wild. “So tight—fuck… you’re squeezing me hard, aren’t you, love?”

His hands roam over every curve of your body, exploring every inch he can reach. He touches you with a restless urgency, as if unable to settle on where to have his hands. His heavy breathing only heightens his palpable desperation for you.

You’re almost limp on top of him, barely holding on. “Can’t take it, can you?” he teases, breathless. You whimper, steadying yourself on his shoulders before fully sinking onto him, making both of you moan. His grip tightens as he fills you completely. “Fu- god yes- take all of me,” he groans, voice strained. You ride him faster, his face buried in your chest, groaning, “Fuck, this pussy’s made for me.”

Sensing you're near the edge, he abruptly lifts you off him and helps you stand. Your legs tremble, but he presses you against the window, your cheek against the cold glass. “Gon' blow that back out… look at that ass,” he growls, positioning you roughly and thrusting back inside, gripping one of your cheeks. His hand tangles in your hair, pulling as he pounds into you, his voice gravelly. “I should’ve claimed this pussy earlier.. ’s mine now, way you’re grippin' me--fuck,” His stomach tightens as your walls clench around him, each breathless groan from him driving you closer to your release.

With a firmer grip on your hair, he drives deeper, making you shudder with each thrust. His groans grow more intense, and your body trembles as you near your release. “You feel so good, tang—” you gasp, but his deep thrusts steal the words from your lips. As you try to look back, the sight of his chain bouncing against his chest and his breathy moans push you closer to the edge.

The sound of his slick, hard cock sliding forcefully in and out of you is raw and intense, mingling with your moans and the rhythmic slap of his balls against your behind. It's all sounding and looking pornographic. The skills this man had drove you crazy, knowing this simply can't be the last time you get fucked this good. Just imagine how good it could be off this train...

His rhythm slows, each thrust perfectly hitting the right spot, bringing his hand down to tease your clit. His skilled fingers moved rhythmically over your clitoris, and you found yourself wishing you could see every moment. His hands were irresistibly sexy, and you yearned for him to do even more with them. Though he was already giving you everything you wanted, you wanted even more. Needed even more, you didn't care how.

The overwhelming sensation drives you to the brink, and you can’t hold back any longer. “Right there, oh my God, fuck--don’t stop!” you scream as you begin to climax, shaking from the intensity.

He doesn’t stop, groaning as he thrusts faster, both of you reaching the peak together. “Fuck, take it—take 'at dick,” he mutters, panting heavily as his moans grow louder and cusses more frequent when he cums, filling you up. The sound of his release only makes your orgasm more intense.

Even as your climax ends, you’re still overstimulated, shaking as he remains inside, watching the mix of both of you dripping down. “You’re so good… creamin' all over my cock,” he groans, pulling out slowly with a shuddered breath.

You sit, legs trembling, still breathless from it all. He holds up your soaked panties with a smirk. "Don't reckon you'll be needin' this anymore, love, eh?" he jokes, tucking his gun into his pants after wrapping your panties around it. The sight makes you giggle, but you’re still so overstimulated.

He takes out a handkerchief and gently wipes you down, his touch still sparking pleasure. “You took me so well, love,” he praises, his voice soft now. Biting your lip, you fight the urge to dive back in, knowing you have a stop to make soon--and your guts definitely need a break.

“I need it again,” you whisper, and he just grins. “Should’ve given it t'ya sooner, eh? Can’t get enough, can you?”

His cocky grin makes your cheeks flush, and you just shyly smile.

You take a moment to observe him—he’s still catching his breath, his hair tousled and disheveled. His shirt hangs loosely, completely unbuttoned. Sweat trickles down his chest, and you almost find yourself wanting to pull him back between your legs just as he is, but you recollect yourself.

“Think our bosses will kill us if we have each other’s numbers?” you joke lightly, but the question is slightly serious.

"Oh, right. You’re meant to be my rival, aren't you? Reckon I’d better sort you out then, innit?" He adopts a serious expression, pausing his actions to retrieve the gun he had slipped into his pants.

He pulls it out and rests it on his knee, his gaze locked on you with an intensity as he kneels before you. You glance down at his gun, and the sight of your destroyed panties wrapped around it makes you snort, grinning with knitted eyebrows as you struggle to take him seriously.

As he watches your expression, he knits his eyebrows together in 'confusion'. "Fuck's the matta with ya face?"

He glances down at his pantie-fied gun, his brows relaxing as he lets out an "Ah" of false realization. Looking back up at you and seeing your sneaky smile, he presses his lips together in a defeated manner. "I'm claimed, innit? Can’t very well kill you off now, can I?"

He gets himself up as he shrugs with a smug smile, confirming his teasing.

“'s long as I get to see ya before 'at happens, darling.” He finally answers your previous question, his tone sincere and delicate.

Surprised by the genuine warmth in his tone, you joke about grabbing a meal together. He meets your eyes, his expression softening. “I actually wouldn’t mind 'at, love. I’ll note down ya number—and if we survive this bloody fuckin' train—I'll 'opefully see 'at pretty little face again.”

As he helps you get dressed, his touch feels different, more caring than you expected from someone meant to be your enemy. And as reality crashes back, the briefcase catching your eye, you wonder if you’ll ever see him again after this job.

Or if this is where the line is drawn.

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a/n: First post! This became longer than I first planned it out to be, but I had fun writing it! I haven't wrote in a good long time, so bare wit me lol. And finalllyy I'm posting this omg

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pairings. Dave Lizewski x f!reader

·˚ ༘ sum. On a quiet Saturday night, feeling a bit restless, you decide to invite over your new neighbor, whose number you recently saved. You initially plan to spend the evening baking, but soon find yourself inspired by a sweeter idea for the boy next door.

wc. 4.9k

warnings. characters are 18+ (kick-ass 2), porn wit little plot, Dave lizewski smut—not really kick-ass smut, whiney!dave/sub!dave, in-kitchen sex, not too much dom action, graphic language and imagery— hence the porn

a/n. you can skip the beginning to the first divider you see and read from there if you want to get closer to the smut scenes!

It's a quiet, uneventful Saturday evening. You had no plans to go out—but just a few minutes earlier you got all dolled up, doing your hair and makeup just for fun. Now, you're lying in bed, absentmindedly twiddling your fingers, bored out your mind.

Nothing seems appealing at the moment—not reading, not scrolling through your computer, not cooking, or even watching TV.

You find yourself scrolling through your little iPhone 6, browsing the contacts saved in your phone. The names are familiar since you recently just got this phone, but there's one that stands out.

"Dave next door"

You recall giving your phone number to the guy who lives next door, the one whose room you can glimpse from your window.

It started with a few exchanged smiles and waves a couple of weeks ago—sometimes even a quick 'Hi' or small talk after the first few friendly glances. You think back to when you first saw him, just as you were moving in. You made a point to greet him with a friendly smile and wave, which eventually became routine whenever you crossed paths. Even those accidental moments when your eyes met through the windows felt natural—at least for you. He, on the other hand, would instantly blush and become visibly nervous, trying his best to play it off.

Despite his shy and awkward demeanor, it only made you more confident and comfortable, encouraging you to keep smiling, waving, and occasionally striking up a conversation with him on your own.

You press your lips together thoughtfully as you glance over the contact a few more times before finally tapping it, preparing to type a message. This felt like your first real chance to make a new friend in the city—and the added bonus? He lived right next door.

The real bonus? He was unbelievably handsome.

These thoughts make your stomach twist with nerves, suddenly sending you into a spiral of overthinking how to approach him. You worry about coming across in a way that he might not be into, and the fear of blowing your chance at making a new friend starts to creep in.

'Just be yourself. It's no big deal.' You sigh out your worries.

Your thumbs circle over letters, figuring out how you should start this. You hum as a thought pops up in your head, instantly causing your eyes to look up from your phone, glaring at your wall as you quickly think.

You swing your legs off the bed and head over to the window. Pulling the curtain aside, you glance toward his house, surprised to see his curtains wide open. You spot him almost immediately—reclined in his computer chair and looking a bit tense, maybe even nervous. Though his back is mostly turned toward the window, you can sense something's weighing on him.

You notice the glow of his phone screen and, out of curiosity, try to make out what he’s doing. Though the colors and lines are blurry, it’s clear he’s inside iPhones message app—an empty conversation, just like the one you’re staring at on your own phone. It almost feels like he's hesitating, just like you.

He runs a hand through his damp, curly hair, tilting his head back as he slips his fingers under his glasses to rub his eyes. There’s no doubt he’s stressed about something, though you can’t help but wonder what.

You hum softly in response to your thoughts, watching him. Deciding you wouldn’t be disturbing anything, you let the curtain fall back into place, standing there for a moment as you glance down at your phone, searching for the right words.

You press your lips together in thought.

"I wouldn’t mind some company," you murmur to yourself, chewing on your bottom lip as you type. The idea of this handsome boy being in your home makes your heart race, pushing aside any hesitation about sending the message. This was your chance, and you weren’t about to let it slip by.

With the message typed and ready, you can’t resist opening the curtain just a little to sneak a glance at him before hitting send, hoping to catch his reaction—just in case you’re left waiting, or worse, don’t get a response at all.

You glance down at your phone, nerves creeping in as you almost hesitate. But with a quick breath, you press 'send,' your eyes darting back to his window.

The nerves kick in stronger now, but it doesn’t take long before you notice something—he’s still in the same message box. But this time, a new message has appeared. Your message, just sent.

Your eyebrows shoot up in surprise.

Was he just sitting in my message box, contemplating texting me too?

He nearly jumps out of his chair when he sees the message, sitting up straight and turning his attention back to his phone. He hasn’t even exited the screen, which convinces you he must have been in your message box all along. That’s what had him looking so tense—did he want to text you too? The thought swarms butterflies in your stomach.

You quickly glance back down at your phone, re-reading your message to ensure everything feels right and that you haven’t scared him off.

“Hii, I could use some company if you’re up for it? :)”

‘Read 7:59PM’

Maybe you should have used a different tone—been less direct?

You take a breath or two before your phone finally vibrates in your hand.

“It’s Dave BTW.”

His message pops up, and after a moment of startled silence, it nearly makes you laugh. What, could he not believe you were intentionally messaging him? You snort, just relieved that you actually received a response.

With an amused smile, you open your curtain completely this time, full intent to get him to notice you.

His chair is now completely turned toward your window, though his head is down, focused on his phone. It doesn’t take more than three seconds before he glances up, locking eyes with you.

You can see it catches him off guard, but he manages to play it cool.

You can’t help but smile wider as your eyes meet, and it seems he can’t either. A giggle escapes you as you gesture for him to come over. The look on his face lights up, and the spark in his eyes nearly blinds you, even from inside your window.

He looks like he might stutter but instead mouths, 'Right now?' while pointing to his floor, never breaking eye contact.

You nod enthusiastically, a big smile on your face. 'Right nowww!' you whisper, knowing he can only read your lips. You speak, trying to convey your friendly, playful intent and your desire for company.

He opens his mouth as if to say something, then takes a deep breath. With a smile, he mouths, 'Okay—!' while nodding. He lets out a scoff, as if he cant believe it, then quickly gets out of his chair and leaves his room.

You can't help but snort once again, shocked yet totally not toward his actions. He was so silly, getting as excited as he did for your company.

You didn't have much to worry about, you were almost fully unpacked, but even though there were still some boxes laying around, the house looked well put together, as did you. You genuinely feel confident, causing you to recite in your head how you might be able to make any moves with this man if the chance arises.

About ten minutes later, you hear a soft knock on your downstairs door, and your nerves spike even higher. Excitement mingles with anxiety. There was nothing intimidating about him, but the way his features lay so beautifully combined on his face made it hard not to be nervous around him. Even if he was an awkward dork.

Despite your nerves, you eagerly jump off your bed and dash down the stairs. Pausing just at the bottom of them, you take a deep breath before nonchalantly walking towards the door. You unlock both the locks with anticipation, finally swinging it open.

And ou, there he go.

He stands on your dark porch, illuminated by the light from your house. His glasses glint in the glow, and while he tries to act nonchalant, you notice him gnawing at his bottom lip and fidgeting with his fingers, his knee bouncing restlessly. His hair looks like it’s been fussed over—messy yet somehow more appealing.

When the door swings open, his eyes meet yours, wide and unsure, like a lost puppy seeking reassurance. You can’t help but smile. "Heyyy, didn’t think you’d show," you tease, stepping aside to let him in.

He fumbles with his words before managing an awkward apology. "Sorry—had a bit of a... hair situation." His voice cracks slightly as he glances away, then forces himself to look back at you, like he's afraid breaking eye contact might be rude. His fingers nervously rake through his hair, clearly self-conscious.

"Oh, did you?" You grin, closing the door behind him with a soft click. Leaning casually against it, you turn to face him. His gaze holds a hint of awe, and you savor it. "Looks good to me," you say, your voice soft but deliberate, as though you know exactly how your words will affect him.

And they do.

He exhales a nervous laugh, shrugging as if to shake off the intensity. "Awe, well, thanks." He shyly smiles, but the eye contact feels too charged, so he quickly shifts his attention to your space.

"Oh, wow—you really put this place together nicely," he observes, relaxing his shoulders as he takes in the surroundings. You hum in response. "Just making it home," you say, offering a smile as he turns back to you, returning your expression softly.

It’s as if every time his eyes meet yours, he falls into a trance, captivated by your presence, caught in an awe that never seems to fade.

The way he looks at you makes you inhale sharply, and the eye contact he finally holds creates a palpable tension in the air. Your lips part softly as your gaze roams over his features. Although he’s tall enough to almost tower over you, there’s no hint of dominance in his demeanor—only a neediness in his eyes that you certainly find appealing.

A cheeky smile begins to form on your lips, and he instinctively licks his, clearly caught by your infectious grin. He shyly smirks back, looking away with a soft chuckle.

You hum playfully. "Question..." You tiptoe around him until you're facing each other, close enough to take his breath away but not too close to feel invasive. "Do you like to bake?" You smile, suddenly energized by his company and eager to share this experience... Though you wouldn’t mind a bit of physical contact too.

"I—well, yeah, sure I do," he replies, a soft smile spreading across his face as he visibly relaxes, becoming more at ease in your presence.

You beam, practically skipping toward the kitchen as you grab ingredients for a quick batch of chocolate chip muffins. "What’s on the menu?" he calls out, kicking off his shoes before making his way over. He takes a seat at the island, watching you lay everything out.

"You tell me," you reply, voice dropping with playful intent. His eyes flick up, a slight blush rising to his cheeks as he clears his throat, clearly caught off guard. "I’m sorry?"

You tilt your head, feigning innocence. "Come here, Dave. Aren’t you going to help me?" After a beat, he nods, moving beside you, eyes flicking over the laid-out ingredients like he’s trying to convince himself the tension is all in his head.

"You could eat the muffins we're about to make..." you start, letting the sentence hang in the air. You turn slightly, your shoulder brushing his. Though he seems anxious, he shifts toward you, the space between you shrinking.

"Or?" he asks, his voice cracking ever so slightly, his eyes darting to your lips. The thick, almost electric energy between you is impossible to ignore.

"Find out," you say, your words carrying a soft yet undeniable weight. He seems to breathe a little deeper, like he’s unsure whether to step closer or wait for you to close the gap.

His jaw clenches, but when his eyes meet yours again, there’s a flicker of careful playfulness. "Which is sweeter?" he teases, though the tension makes his words heavier. His gaze drops to your mouth, and a shy smile finally surfaces.

You bite your lip before repeating, "Find out." The words slip out, daring him closer.

Slowly, you close the remaining distance, your faces nearly touching. His eyes dart across your features, lingering on your lips as he hesitates, savoring the moment. "Will you?" you whisper, waiting for him to make the next move.

His nod is almost imperceptible, followed by a quiet, breathy "mhm" that sounds more like a plea than a response, igniting something deeper within you.

Tilting your head, you angle yourself for better access to his lips, your eyes flickering between his gaze and his mouth as he mirrors the same anticipation. Both of you lean in, slow and deliberate, lips parting softly, yet just before the moment of contact, you tease him—brushing your nose against his, pulling back ever so slightly. The brief retreat makes him chase the kiss, deepening the desire between you both.

He exhales a needy whimper at your teasing, and the sight of his yearning expression—the way his brows curve and his eyes plead with desperation—drives you over the edge. Unable to resist any longer, you close the gap and crash your lips into his. He lets out a soft moan, almost involuntary, and your hands instinctively slide up to his neck, fingers threading through the back of his hair. His touch is more hesitant at first, fingertips barely grazing your back, as if he's unsure of how far to go or how much he can take.

But when your tongue glides over his bottom lip, silently asking for more, something in him shifts. He surrenders, opening up to you completely, as though you've found his breaking point. His hands, which once lingered with uncertainty, now grip your waist with a newfound urgency, his fingers roaming over your body with an insatiable curiosity, as though he can't decide where to settle—eager to explore every inch of you. It drives you wild, the need to feel him everywhere all at once overwhelming your senses.

You press your body against his, feeling the unmistakable evidence of his desire through his pants. Your breaths come in shallow, ragged gasps, so close that you’re practically sharing the same air. His forehead rests against yours, both of you trying to catch your breath, but his hands don't hesitate. They slide down, deftly unfastening your pants. You step out of them in one swift motion, kicking them aside, before tugging at his in return.

As you glance down, pulling his pants free, you’re met with the undeniable sight of his arousal straining against the fabric of his boxers. He's larger than you’d let your imagination wander to before—not enormous, but more than you’d expected. The sight makes your breath hitch, an involuntary exhale slipping out, and he notices.

A slow smirk spreads across his lips, not cocky, but laced with quiet confidence, his darkened eyes full of desire as he watches you react to him.

"What do you want, baby?" you whisper, your gaze tracing the contours of his beautiful, breathless face. His chest heaves with every ragged breath, the sight of him so aroused only stoking the heat building between your thighs.

A soft, barely audible whimper escapes him before he can finally find his voice. "I want you," he breathes, his words cracking with desperation. The sound of it sends a jolt through you, igniting a fire deep inside, making you want to take him right then and there.

"How bad?" you tease, voice light and playful, but the truth is, you just want to hear him—hear that needy, breathless tone as he confesses how much he craves you, how badly he wants to feel you wrapped around him.

His expression shifts, growing more desperate, more hungry, and it drives you wild. His neediness only fuels your own desire, pushing it to intoxicating heights. The way he begs with just a glance, his shallow breaths betraying him, the hardness pressing against you—all of it sends shivers down your spine. But it’s his sounds—the raw, unfiltered whimpers and groans of longing—that turn you on the most. His vulnerability, the way he's utterly helpless, willing to do anything just to feel you, even if only for a moment. That thought alone makes your pulse race, as much as your body drives him out of control.

"So bad—want you so bad, please..." His voice trembles with need, each word making him more desperate, his whimpers punctuating his pleas. He steps closer, his brows furrowed in a kind of longing that sets you ablaze inside—and you savor every second of it.

"Anything specific?" you ask, your lips curling into a knowing smile as you continue the teasing. His hands explore your body, pausing at your hips as your fingers brush along the waistband of his boxers. You might be teasing him, but you’re just as needy, and the two of you both feel it, thick in the air between you.

He shakes his head, the teasing driving him mad, his eyes locked onto yours with the intensity of someone starving for you. "Just... all of you," he breathes, the raw need in his voice so palpable it nearly shatters your composure.

The height difference between you only drives you wilder—especially since, despite towering over you, he's the submissive one. The way he looks down at you, still begging and pleading, is intoxicating, a dangerous combiniation.

You hum softly, eyes full of playful intent. "Selfish, needy boy…" you purr, and the words hit him like a spark, making him exhale a shaky, desperate whine. You tug at his boxers, pulling him closer until his chest collides with yours. Tilting your head up, your nose grazes his chin as he lowers it, locking eyes with you, hunger flickering in his gaze.

You smirk softly, your voice a whisper as you reply, "I want you more." Your breath is warm against his skin, and the words make his lips part as though he’s about to ask, Really? But before he can speak, your hand cups him, fingers pressing against his hardness, rubbing gently. The contact makes you both gasp—his moan low and startled, his brows furrowing as his need grows more intense.

“Fuck…” he breathes, the word barely escaping, his voice shaky.

“Let me take care of you, baby," you murmur seductively, locking eyes with him. The words send a visible shudder through him, his cock twitching in your hand as he bites down on his bottom lip, trying to contain the sounds rising in his throat. His gaze stays fixed on you, hungry and vulnerable, as you slowly sink to your knees before him.

Still holding his gaze, you pull his boxers down, freeing his cock. The sight surprises you, his size more than you expected. You can’t help the soft parting of your lips as you take him in—his tip already glistening with arousal, wet from just your touch and the tension between you.

Without hesitation, you wrap your hand around his shaft, stroking him slowly, letting him feel every bit of your touch. His head tips back, and a deep moan escapes him, his breaths coming in heavy waves. His lips form a silent ‘f,’ as if ready to curse, but all he manages is a heavy exhale, surrendering to the pleasure.

You flash him a quick, teasing grin, savoring his reaction, before leaning in to drag your tongue down the length of his shaft and back up to his sensitive, slick tip. You swirl your tongue around it, teasing and tasting, pushing him closer to the edge with each pass. His moans grow louder, more desperate, stuttering as his body trembles under your touch. "Fuck—so warm," he pants, his hand gently resting on your head as you take him into your mouth.

Without a second thought, you deep-throat him, letting your spit drip around his shaft, every inch of him filling you. When his tip hits the back of your throat, a guttural groan escapes him, his grip tightening in your hair as his breath quickens, unable to control the pleasure coursing through him.

Every now and then, you release him from your mouth with a soft pop, spit glistening as you blow teasing bubbles along his length before taking him deep again. “Oh, fuck—holy shit, oh my g—” His words dissolve into breathy moans, each curse tapering off with a whimper. Sometimes, he holds his breath, drawing in sharp gasps before letting out another shaky moan. You can feel how close he is, just before he pulls himself from your mouth, panting.

“What’s the matter, love?” you ask, catching your breath and wiping your mouth. His cock hovers above your face, throbbing with need, but he seems to have other plans.

“I want to please you now,” he whispers, smoothing your hair gently after gripping it so tightly. His words send a thrill through you as you rise to your feet.

“Please me,” you command softly, your voice tinged with desire. He shoots you a hungry look, biting his lip before sinking to his knees, his hands gliding over your legs, planting soft kisses up your thighs, driving you wild.

He slips your panties down, letting them fall at your ankles. His gaze, which had avoided your bare skin until now, locks onto your body with awe. He looks ravenous, as though starved for you.

He licks his lips, his nose grazing your folds before his mouth takes over, making you gasp. His tongue moves with purpose, devouring you like it’s his last chance. The pleasure is indescribable, unlike anything you’ve ever felt. Your hands tangle in his hair, gripping his curls as he sucks and licks with precision. His tongue works your clit just right, bringing you closer to the edge faster than you imagined.

You curse, moan, and whimper, your breaths quickening as his lips expertly play against your most sensitive spot. But just as you’re on the verge of release, he pulls away. It’s as if he’s forcing himself to stop, torn between wanting more and holding back.

“Let me finish you off properly,” he murmurs, his voice thick with need. “Please?” he pleads softly, rising to tower over you, his eyes locked on yours.

You nod eagerly, maybe too eagerly, and pull him into a fierce kiss. Your tongues collide, dancing with intense urgency. He moans into your mouth, sending a wave of need through your entire body.

His hands grip your ass, squeezing firmly, making him moan again at the feel of you. He lifts you effortlessly, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carries you to the counter. One hand supports you, while the other grips the base of his cock, teasing your folds with the tip. The sensation makes both of you moan, his voice even louder this time. “Fuck—so slick…” he whispers, his eyes flicking up to meet yours. You nod, unable to hide your need, and with that, he watches as he slowly pushes into you.

His groan is deep and guttural as your body envelops him completely. The sound heightens the sensation, sending shivers through you as he slides deeper. His hands grip your legs tighter, pulling you closer with each thrust.

His desperation is palpable, just as eager inside you as he was with his mouth. The way your body tightens around him drives both of you to the edge, the intensity overwhelming for him—and intoxicating for you.

"Oh—God, fuck me, Dave, you're doing so good," you moan, your words turning into a louder cry as his thrusts grow faster, more desperate. His heavy breaths and ragged moans fill the space, barely pausing, as if he can't catch his breath between the intensity.

"You feel so—" he tries to speak, but his voice breaks, his body shuddering with every thrust. He's practically slamming into you now, rougher than you expected but far from unwelcome. His grip tightens on your hips, fingers digging in just enough to sting. You wrap your arms around him, hips rocking to meet each thrust, making it even harder for him to maintain control. Your hands find the counter for support as he thrusts harder, both of you panting, moans blending together as your bodies sync.

Just as you're both on the brink, you pull away, leaving him momentarily stunned. Without a word, you turn and brace yourself against the counter, glancing back to see the disbelief in his eyes. Nevertheless, he doesn't hesitate, tapping the tip of his cock against your ass before sliding back inside.

A loud, almost primal moan escapes you, and you faintly hear him compliment you under his breath, though it's lost in the pounding rhythm. He arches you over the counter, gripping your cheeks, watching himself thrust in and out. "Fuck, you're so beautiful," he whines, voice trembling with need. You take control, reaching behind to feel his chest, guiding him deeper.

Leaning over more, you start to move your hips in a slow, deliberate grind, making him feel every movement. "Oh my god—please," he begs, voice cracking. You glance back, watching his face as you twerk against him, teasing his throbbing cock. His head falls back, whimpering, barely able to handle it. "Way too good..." he gasps, clearly not used to being worked like this.

You love it—how he teeters between neediness and control, ravenous and lost in you, just as you are in him. Each touch, each thrust sends waves of pleasure through both of you, driving the experience to the edge of blissful overstimulation.

He starts thrusting again, leaning close as his hands slip under your shirt to cup your breasts, unencumbered by a bra. The feel of your bare skin under his touch seems to push him closer to the edge. His breath is hot in your ear, punctuated by needy whimpers that fog your mind with pleasure as you near your climax. You shudder around him, your body tightening, driving him wilder. "Baby, you're gonna make me—fuck, please cum first," he pleads, his voice shaky as his hand squeezes your breast, sending sparks through you.

"I'm gonna cum, Dave—you're touching me so good, keep fucking me," you gasp out. His thrusts become faster, deeper, frantic. His moans grow louder, breath catching in his throat as he loses control.

When your climax hits, it crashes over you in waves, stronger than ever before. His breathless whimpers only amplify the sensation, and as you feel yourself dripping, he groans, "Fuck yes—!" His pace quickens. "Please—can I cum in you?" he begs, on the brink, holding back with everything he has.

"Yes, cum in me, baby," you urge, your overstimulated body hungry for more. His groans deepen, and with one final thrust, he loses control, spilling into you. The sensation pushes you to another peak, making you scream his name as he fills you completely, both of you trembling from the intensity.

His pace slows as he carefully pulls out, both of you watching your mixed juices drip down. Your legs tremble, barely able to hold you up as you lean on the counter for support.

Dave pants, swearing under his breath before asking, "Do you want me to put you on the couch?" His voice is shaky, still catching his breath. You nod weakly, and he lifts you gently, setting you down with care. He slumps next to you, both of you sweaty and breathless, the warmth of his body radiating into yours.

He notices your trembling legs and rubs your thigh soothingly, a satisfied smile crossing his face. "Fuck, you were so good," you murmur, a grin spreading across your lips. He blushes, looking away with a shy smile.

"You were unbelievable. You're so pretty," he breathes, his words making your heart skip. A soft giggle escapes you, feeling shy from the intensity as the two of you settle in, basking in the afterglow.

“Well, I guess it’s time for you to take your leave,” you tease, adopting a mock-serious tone. His eyebrows knit together, concern flashing in his eyes. You hold his gaze for a long moment until you can’t keep a straight face any longer, bursting into laughter and covering your mouth, looking up at him apologetically.

His expression softens, the tension melting away. He parts his lips in surprise, an “Oh” forming but no sound escaping. After a moment, he chuckles with you, relieved you were joking.

“I’m sorry—” you manage to say between breaths. “No, you’re staying here and taking care of me.” You shake your head, bringing your attention back to your quivering legs.

Now fully smiling, he leans over you on the couch, appreciating your humor. “Yeah, of course—” he starts, but you cut him off, tugging at the collar of his shirt and pulling him on top of you. You kiss him deeply, then pull back slightly, your grip tight on his shirt as you meet his gaze. “That dick is mine,” you whisper, watching him swallow hard.

“Yeah?” he replies, smirking as your faces linger close. “Yeah,” you respond, grinning.

His smirk widens before you tug him back in, crashing your lips against his once more.

[gxdsfavgal]

Ride of your life

Theodore Nott x Reader

Summary: Matching with a hot biker on tinder leads to not only an amazing date, but a motorcycle ride…and another kind of ride as well. Starry nights certainly set the mood for a…romantic type of atmosphere.

Warning: 18+, SMUT, MDNI, chars 18+, biker!theo, dom!theo, rough sex, semi public sex, outdoor sex, PIV, degrading, hook up

After a wonderful and heated date, you both stood in front of his bike, Theo turning to you, a sly smile on his lips. “Interested in a ride, Cara Mia?” he asked, starting up the bike. The low rumble of the motorcycle idling behind him. His eyes gleamed in the soft glow of the street light above, the invitation laced with a hint of danger and temptation. Who knew a Tinder date could go THIS well?

You couldn’t deny the attraction you felt, the way your heart thumped against your chest in response to the question. Staring over at the bike, sleek and powerful, the engine purring softly as if coaxing you to say yes. Do I do it? Fuck it. It’s fine. Just as you were about to answer, he tilted his head to the side.

Theo chuckled, his eyes still fixed on yours, almost as if he couldn't look away. Which he couldn't. He was a hunter tonight, and you? His prey. "You look like you're thinking hard about it," His already deep voice was low and teasing. "It's just a bike ride, you know. Unless... you're worried that being that close to me might be a little too much for you to handle."

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, a thrilling mix of excitement and adrenaline coursing through your veins. "Is that a challenge?" You countered as you met his gaze with a flirty smile of your own. Theo raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying the banter between the two of you. "More like a promise.”

You laughed, the sound tinged with a hint of nervousness. There was something about his confidence, his charming demeanor, that made you feel almost dizzy. "Alright then." you took a step closer to him. "But you better not disappoint me."

"Oh, trust me. I never disappoint." Theo’s eyes raked down your body in a way that made your skin tingle. He reached out, his hand skimming the small of your back as he guided you toward the bike and lifting you on with ease. He unclipped his extra helmet, helping you put it on.

As Theo's strong hands adjust the helmet on your head, the heat of his body radiates against your own. His fingers graze against the side of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. "Comfortable?" he asks in that same low tone.

You nod your head and he hops on in the front. Immediately taking hold of your hands to wrap them around his waist. Feeling his muscles through the material of his shirt. Fuck. Theo feels this and throws you a glance from over his shoulder, a cocky smile tugging at the corners of his lips from under his helmet.

As your hands settle on his waist, you find yourself aware of just how close your body is pressed against his. Feeling his muscles flex under your touch, it takes every ounce of your restraint not to let your hands wander elsewhere. "You ready?" Theo asks, his voice slightly raised over the low growl of the engine.

Before you can even respond, he takes off. Revving the bike and smoothly steering it into the city streets. The cool breeze hitting you, but Merlin, you were loving this already. Fuck am I already turned on? “Where are we even going?” You asked through a sea of giggles while he started to pull out of the city.

Theo shot a sly glance over his shoulder, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "You'll see, bella" Answering almost in a cryptic manner, his Italian accent slipped through his lips with ease while he accelerated further. The speed causes the wind to rush against you, making your hands grip his waist even tighter. I hope I don’t regret this.

The streets give way to a series of winding country roads As the bike rumbles underneath you. Theo reaches one hand back to give your thigh a squeeze. "You okay back there?" he asked just as he pulled up to an open area of a field. You nodded your head slowly, enjoying this ride more than you even thought you would.

But little did you know, Theo was hard. Rock hard. His cock almost bursting through his jeans from your simple and soft touch. The field was secluded, away from any prying eyes. Not that there were any around anyway. He came to a slow halt while he turned off the bike.

Theo grabs your waist, picking you off the bike to set you down on the pebble road, helping you take your helmet off. But his hand never leaves your side. A smile paints over your face as you glance around. Stars. The sky was filled with nothing but stars. a view you wouldn’t see so close to the city. “Gods-Theo…This is magnificent…”

Theo's hand slid from your waist to your hip, his fingers tracing small circles through the fabric of your clothes. He smiled at your awe while you looked upwards, the stars spreading out across the night sky like a sparkling blanket. "I knew you'd like it," he spoke out his voice tinged with pride. He took a step closer, closing the gap between you.

Your breathing got heavier as you looked up at him. He lifted the visor. His ocean-blue gaze visible and his brows furrowed teasingly. But nothing could have prepared you for his next question. Nothing. “You ever been fucked on a bike?” The second those words left Theo’s lips you gasped at the vulgarity of them. Beginning to feel that second heartbeat between your thighs. No. No, I haven’t. But for fucks sake, do I want to.

“N-no. I haven’t.” You stuttered as you shook your head. Theo crept a tad bit closer to you. Both of his hands wrapped around the small of your back. His cologne, a scent mixed with musk and leather, wafted over you. The fragrance evoking something within you. “Well…Do you want to be fucked on a bike?”

He asked through a cocky chuckle finding this all too amusing. He gave your waist a firm squeeze, a little whimper escaping your lips. Fuck. I’m about to fuck a biker. On his bike. In a fucking field. “I-Yes. God. Please fuck me.” You whispered, your hands trailing down his t-shirt. This slight movement only made Theo’s dick pulsate in his pants.

With ease, Theo picked you back up to set you on the bike before slapping your thighs open. Your legs spread open through the skirt you had on, lace panties on full display for Theo. “Keep begging. Just like that.” With that, he slammed his visor down, you could see your shocked and flustered reflection in it.

Theo’s hands snaked down, unzipping his pants and shuffling them down. Taking his massive length out while he stroked it with one hand, the other tugging your panties to the side. A groan of approval escaping his lips while his eyes burned down to your leaking slit.

“I’m going to give you the ride of your life, Tesoro,” Theo growled before teasing his precum-covered tip on your aching clit. Soft moans release themselves from your lips. “Ride of my life-“ Your words cut off as he slammed himself deep inside of you without warning. Not giving you any time to adjust to his throbbing cock. And hell, did you feel otherworldly to Theodore.

“So wet-Fuck…So fucking tight.” Theo spoke through his grunts, the sound of slapping wetness heard around you both. One hand remained gripped on your waist as he pounded into you senselessly, the other reaching up to yank your top down, along with your bra. Your breasts bouncing out and fuck, Theo could have busted from that sight alone. “Look at you. Getting fucked on my bike like the dirty slut you are….You’re-Fuck…too fucking good.”

His degrading words only fueled the arousal that was heating up throughout your body. You couldn’t even speak. The mix of the great pleasure Theo was giving you along with the reflection of yourself in his tinted visor was about to push you over the cliff of climax.

“Don’t you dare fucking cum,” He demanded while you seemed to freeze up. Theo came to a complete stop, twitching his cock inside of you teasingly. A low chuckle escaping from under his mask. “The first time I make you finish, I want to taste it.” Again, you were stuck in that state of shock. Not even knowing what to say or do. Is he saying what I think he is?

“I-I’m-“ your words cut off when Theo pulled himself out of you, his cock glistening under the starlight, your juices completely coating it. He threw his helmet off, his light brown hair a mess. But in just a few moments you’d be making it even messier. “Shut the fuck up. You can talk while I eat this pussy, tell me how good I make you feel.” Your eyes went wide, the apples of your cheeks flushing bright cherry red.

Theodore didn’t waste any time, dropping to his knees and throwing one of your legs over his shoulder. His manly and veiny hands dug into your upper thighs while he spread your legs even wider. You leaned back on the motorcycle to prop yourself up, your own nails digging into the leather seat as you prepared for this. But nothing could prepare you for what Theodore Nott was about to make you feel like.

Electrifying. You swore you felt lighting bolts shoot down around you the second he buried his face between your thighs. Your hands find their way into his locks. “Theo!” You cried out in pleasure, your body already reacting to his touch. Nothing. And I mean NOTHING, had ever made you feel this fucking good. Your gaze shifted down to meet Theo’s darkened and hungry eyes. They were burning up into yours and through the swirls of magic his tongue was focused on doing to your clit, you swore you saw a smirk on his lips.

I’m about to cum. And fast. From fucking oral. Who the fuck Is this guy? “You taste fucking incredible, Tesoro.” He said through a tough, long lick up your slit, never breaking eye contact. “So sweet.” Another long lick, making your legs tremble like no other. “Cosi Delizioso, Bella,” Theo spoke into your wet and warmed core, but never removing his mouth off of you.

“I’m so close. Fuck, baby. P-please, don’t stop!” You moaned in a plea, your fingers tugging on his hair even harder. But fuck, did Theo love it. Snaking one of his hands down to his needy cock, stroking it as his tongue flicked faster against your swollen little bud. “That’s it, cum for me. Make a fucking mess on my bike.” Theodore encouraged, lapping his tongue even faster than before. Wanting to see you in that orgasmic state of bliss.

A heaven-like feeling of pure euphoria washed over you, your eyes rolling back into your head, a scream of pleasure echoing into the starry night above the two of you. An orgasm like none other before, Theo drinking in the sweet nectar of your juices. Making sure to taste every last drop and Merlin, was he drunk on you. “Mio Dio, hai il sapore del paradiso.” A low growl muffled against your sensitive skin. Your body quivering under Theo’s touch, he pulled away, smacking kisses along your upper thigh. “T-that was- it was-“ You were stumbling over your breathy words, an embarrassed smile plastering on your face.

“Amazing huh? Someone seemed to really like that.” Again, with the cocky demeanor, but fuck did you like his confidence. His aura. Everything. You felt the heat pool onto your face while you nodded your head to his question, gazing up at him with a doe-eyed stare. “Bend over.” He demanded through his shit-eating smirk. Waving his finger toward the bike. “On your bike?”

“Yes, on my bike. Come on now. Don’t keep me waiting, Cara Mia.” Theo stroked his throbbing erection with a great need while he watched you turn around and arch that perfect ass up. And oh what a perfect ass that was. He stalked closer behind you, letting his hand come down with force-SMACK. The redness spread across your cheek, a hiss releasing from your lips. But the pain and pleasure were mixing together to create something of bliss.

Theodore jiggled your ass, watching it ripple with his touch while he took his cock, teasing it at your slick entrance. “Such a good girl. You listen so well don’t you?” He husked, taking this moment to appreciate the spectacular view of you. A good fucking sub. “Mhmm” You panted, waiting for his next move.

Just then, once again, without warning he rammed his hardness deep inside of you. But this time a tad easier than before. Loosened up that pussy. Your view was the pebble road beneath the bike. Seeing the tires, the gears as he mercilessly pounded into you. -Smack smack smack. You could hardly contain yourself. This was something out of a fucking smut book.

“Gods, you look…so fucking pretty bent over my bike,” Theo grunted through his rough thrusts. That charming Italian accent rolling off of his tongue with dominance and assertiveness. And fuck did you love every second of it. “Oh yeah? You think so?” You tested him with a slight hint of your bratty side. That familiar feeling of nearing climax running through your body.

“I know so.” Smack- Theodore’s strong hand came down to another firm slap across your ass. Seeing his handprint swell across your juicy cheek, a prideful smirk forming on his face. You were close, and Theo could tell. Feeling your cream coat his cock, your walls clenching and gripping his huge length.

His hand tugged into your hair, pulling you back so your glossed-over eyes could meet his. That same smirk never leaving his face. “I wanna see those pretty eyes of yours while you cum on my cock.” Theo teased, moving himself harder inside of your pussy. The sounds of wetness only increasing. “Y-yes, baby” You managed to squeak out from the babbling mess forming in your throat.

You couldn’t hold back any longer, letting loose as your gaze locked with Theo’s only intensifying the orgasm you were reaching. Loud screams escaped your mouth, never once did Theo stop his rhythm. “That’s it, baby girl. I’m going to cover this perfect ass in my cum.” He grunted, thrusting himself inside of you a few more times before lifting your skirt a bit more.

The view. The orgasms. You. It was all more than enough to get Theo off. He pulled his length out of your pussy, stroking it over your ass. His thick white seed shooting out all over your backside. Watching as it sprawled out all over, dripping down your thighs along with your own cum. “Fuck... You’re something else-You good, Bella?” You nodded your head, you were more than good. You were in the afterglow in the midst of following this phenomenal hook-up.

Theodore, grabbed a soft rag from under the seat, taking his time to clean you up before helping you get settled and dressed. From the dominant side you saw earlier, you were now seeing a more sweet side of him. “Thank you…For the help of course.” You giggled, feeling the slightest bit awkward. Thank you? Seriously? Theo chuckled along with you, opening his seat again to pull out a thin blanket.

You watched as he laid it on the ground next to his motorcycle, a sweet smile tugging at the corners of your lips. “Stargaze with me?” Theo asked, a sweet smile of his own creeping onto his face. You sat beside him, his arm thrown around you as you both got lost in the starry night above you.

You never expected the date to go this well, let alone have sex on a damn bike in the middle of nowhere. Guess it was a beautiful and fun night, filled with wild adventures for you both. But it was a good ride. Just like Theodore said. The ride of your life.

Divider is from here! Hope you beautiful stars enjoyed🖤