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i’m colorblind in my left ear took me the fuck out �� ugh yes you know he gave cedric the biggest shit eating grin over his shoulder with his mouth dripping like the little slut that he is

STICKY SWEET | a best friend! enzo fic.

"I could love you with my eyes closed; kiss you with a blindfold."

word count: 4,793.

summary: when you overhear your boyfriend cedric call you boring behind your back, you're determined to prove him wrong and your best friend lorenzo is more than happy to help. after all, slytherins don't get mad — they get even.

author's note: our favorite malewife mansplain manipulator is back. thank you so much for all the love while I find my writing groove again. it truly helps when i'm feeling like an unmotivated little worm. anyways, enjoy some enzo smut. <3

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Boring.

That was how your boyfriend of three months — ex-boyfriend now — chose to describe you. Your personality, your quirks and mannerisms, your thoughts and opinions were dwindled down to one ugly word.

You hated it. You hated him.

You hated the way Cedric said it with casual cruelty, shrugging as Justin Finch-Fletchley and Zacharias Smith laughed along with him. As all three of them openly laughed at your expense in your own damn common room. Humiliated, you pushed through the throng of packed bodies grinding along to the heavy bass shaking the dungeon walls.

Tonight was supposed to be special. Though Cedric had met your friends before, this party was meant to be the official integration of your social circles. It took a great deal of coaxing and bribing on your end to get the snakes to agree to be cordial to the Hufflepuffs. You even asked Pansy to help you with your hair and makeup to ensure that you looked as perfect as possible, only to catch your loving boyfriend speaking badly about you to his own friends.

The irony of it all was that Cedric was right. You were boring because you allowed him to make you so. Before you started dating Cedric Diggory, everyone knew you as the life of the party. You chugged firewhisky and danced on tables. You spent your weekends stirring up trouble with the other snakes. You even partook in the occasional skinny dipping excursions at the Black Lake, but everything changed when you became Cedric’s girlfriend.

The day Cedric asked you to be his date to the Yule Ball, you were elated. You had gone on a few dates by then and attending the ball together seemed like the next step in your budding relationship. By the end of the night, Cedric finally asked you to be his girlfriend and it felt like you were floating amongst the clouds. Yet slowly but surely, the cracks started to show.

Even before you became official, you were already aware of Cedric’s tendency to be overprotective and jealous. You tried your best to appease him. You attended less parties. You turned down weekend plans with your friends. You even went so far as toning down your personal style, preferring more simple and modest clothing to avoid drawing attention to yourself, which Cedric absolutely hated.

All that wasted time and effort only for him to turn around and call you boring.

Cedric would regret it. You would make him regret it.

It was clear that your idiotic ex-boyfriend had forgotten who you were. The girl you still were underneath all the efforts to bend over backwards to appease his stupid ego.

After gathering yourself in your dimly lit dorm, you surveyed your reflection and raised your chin proudly. The silk dress hanging off the edge of your bed caught your eye from the vanity table. Pansy had picked out the emerald low-cut tight-fitting scandalous little number for you earlier, but you opted for a safer option. As your gaze dropped to the thigh high slit, a slow smirk spread over your face. You would make Cedric Diggory pay tonight.

Ten minutes later, you strutted down the staircase looking every bit like the sultry and seductive Slytherin that you were. You spied Cedric lingering by the fireplace, his smile dropping when he caught sight of the skimpy emerald dress that adorned your curves and the strappy heels that laced all the way up your tanned legs. He shuffled across the common room just in time to hear Adrian Pucey whistle in appreciation.

“Don’t whistle at my girlfriend, Pucey.”

“Ex-girlfriend,” you corrected. Cedric’s gaze darted towards you in confusion. “We’re over, Cedric.”

“What are you on about, Y/N?” Cedric questioned. “Is this some sort of wind up?”

You sneered at him with disdain. “The only wind up is that it took me this long to end our relationship. I’m breaking up with you, Cedric. Now move, my friends are waiting for me.”

“It’s Berkshire, isn’t it?” Cedric hissed as he gripped your arm. “He got into your head about us. I told you, Lorenzo has always had it out for me.”

With a look of absolute disgust, you broke out of his hold and fixed a withering glare at the male before you. “You have no one to blame but yourself. Enzo was the one who suggested I invite you and your friends to this party in the first place. The others were hesitant, but he convinced them for my sake. He’s always looking out for me. Unlike you.”

“That’s because he wants you all to himself!” Cedric fumed, waving his arms exasperatedly. “Enzo is obsessed with you and he will do anything to make sure no one stands in the way of getting what he wants.”

“You’re ridiculous,” you said with a laugh of disbelief. “Don’t blame my best friend for your mistake. Enzo has stood by my side through everything and he sure as hell would never badmouth me to his friends. Good luck finding someone more interesting than me. Salazar knows I’m such a huge bore.”

Cedric made no indication of recognizing his own words being thrown back at him, but you wouldn’t put it past the prick to feign innocence. Clearly, you didn’t know him as well as you thought you did.

Without another word, you spun on your heel and headed straight for the refreshment table. As always, your best friend was already waiting for you with a glass of firewhisky in hand. You flashed Enzo a grateful smile before downing the drink in one go. The rage and wrath coursing through your veins burned as much as the alcohol. Your expression softened when Enzo's concerned gaze met yours, the fire of your anger momentarily cooling as he took the glass from your hands and placed it back on the table.

“What’s wrong, honey?” Enzo asked softly, his hazel eyes imploring yours as he gathered your face in his hands. “What’s gotten you so upset?”

Your best friend listened attentively even though he already knew the answer. After all, Enzo had been orchestrating the demise of your relationship since the day you introduced that insufferable git to the group as your boyfriend. All it took was a bit of Polyjuice potion and a few hurtful words to set his brilliant plan in motion.

The truth, as it turns out, was not nearly as infallible as people think it is. Enzo liked to think of the truth like clay — malleable, pliant, and easily manipulated to suit his own needs. A theory that was once again proven true when you chose to believe the perfectly crafted plot he laid out before you over your own boyfriend. It was almost too easy, really.

After sneaking into the quidditch locker rooms and extracting Cedric’s hair from his jersey, Enzo patiently and meticulously brewed the Polyjuice potion exactly one month before he planted the idea of this common room party to the group. From there, he bribed a first year to accost Cedric in the corridor which gave Enzo plenty of time to slip into the party as your boyfriend. The timing of his conversation with Flinch-Fletchley and Smith was perfect, thanks to the tracking spell he placed on your wand. The cherry on top was you rounding the corner just as “Cedric” called you boring. He knew it would stoke your anger enough to drive you exactly where he wanted you — in his arms.

Enzo suppressed the urge to grin like a Cheshire cat as he wrapped you into a tight hug. There would be plenty of time to relish in his success later, but right now, comforting you took top priority.

The sight of your trembling lower lip tugged at his heartstrings, but Enzo knew that a small measure of your emotional anguish was necessary to accomplish his goal. “I broke up with Cedric.”

Those familiar hazel eyes softened in concern. “Do you want to talk about it, sweetheart?"

You shook your head. “I honestly don’t want to waste another breath on his sorry existence. Tonight, I just want to have fun.”

Fun. Enzo could be that for you. It was just another layer of the mask he carefully crafted for your benefit. The charming, carefree, and caring best friend act was a part he played well with his impeccable performance hinging entirely on the fact that he was absolutely obsessed with you.

“I think I can help with that,” Enzo said with a wink.

Three drinks later and the two of you took your rightful place on the dance floor. As Enzo spun you in dizzying circles, you found yourself tilting your head back in laughter. No matter how shitty you felt, the sight of his adorable dimples never failed to brighten even the foulest of your moods. You couldn’t explain it, but Enzo always seemed to know exactly what you needed and tonight all you needed was a bit of fun with your best friend. Especially since the two of you hadn’t had a classic night of partying in months.

“Thank you for making me feel better,” you shouted over the loud music. “I really needed this, Enz. I know I haven’t been the most fun person to be around lately, but I promise to be better.”

Enzo slowed his movements and pulled you into his chest. “You never have to thank me, honey,” he drawled sweetly. “That’s what best friends are for. We can stir up trouble and make our own fun.”

You paused as Cedric’s hurtful words echoed through your mind. Maybe it was the drinks talking, but you couldn’t help but entertain the surge of doubt it awakened. “Do you think I’m fun?”

Your best friend responded by tucking your hair behind your ear, his lips hovering mere inches above yours. “Of course I do. Why would you even think otherwise?”

Averting his gaze, you looked down at your freshly painted nails and swallowed. “Cedric called me boring.”

Enzo tilted your chin, his gaze shimmering with something unreadable as those hazel irises pierced right through you. “You could never be boring, Y/N,” he said gently. “Not to the right person.”

You flushed as Enzo held your gaze. The firewhisky might have been stronger than you had given it credit for because heat unfurled in your core at the intensity simmering in his eyes. In an attempt to cool your senses, you sipped at the mixed drink in your hand and sighed.

“I’m just furious at myself for letting him get into my head like this. Who the hell does Cedric think he is calling me boring?”

“That’s awful,” your best friend murmured. “I can’t believe Cedric would say something so disrespectful.”

As a matter of fact, Enzo could absolutely believe it given that he was the one who planted the nasty little seed in the first place, but you didn’t have to know that.

“I know,” you ranted. “The nerve of him! Me? Boring? That asshole couldn’t even get me off. He said eating pussy was too kinky. Can you fucking believe that?”

Enzo tensed at the implication. He hated knowing that you had been intimate with another man, but it was a necessary evil. You needed the illusion of choice, so that when you inevitably chose him, you would have no qualms or doubts that you came to that conclusion all on your own. Not that he would allow any other alternative. It was only ever going to end one way, the right way, with you realizing that the two of you were meant for each other. That was the only truth Enzo would accept.

There was no need to fake the rage simmering in his gaze. He wanted to beat that stupid prick into a bloody pulp not only for touching you but failing to please you as well. Enzo would have eaten your pussy until you were soaking his sheets and squirting all over his face.

Still, he couldn’t very well say that. Instead, Enzo did what he does best and instigated even further. He knew exactly which buttons to push and which weak spots to exploit to make your relationship crumble right before his eyes. As he stoked your anger, Enzo was sure that Diggory would never get the chance to put his grimy hands on you again.

“Maybe it’s his insecurity talking,” Enzo pressed. “He knew he could never please you the way you deserve, so he sabotaged the relationship. I think deep down, Cedric knew that you were way too good for him.”

“So what,” you seethed. “His insecurity gives him a pass to be an absolute twat and I should just take it on the chin and be the bigger person?”

Enzo pressed his lips into a tight line to hide his smile. The dangerous glint in your gaze told him that he had you exactly where he wanted you. “I didn’t say that,” he drawled. “Cedric deserves every bit of your anger, but Slytherins don’t get mad. We get even.”

It was a wonderful sight to watch you take the bait that he expertly laid out. “What were you thinking, Enz?”

“Show him who you really are,” Enzo said with a devilish grin as he spun you around. In the far corner of the room, Cedric seethed as your best friend placed his big hands on your hips. The words Enzo whispered into your ear made you shiver in anticipation. “Make him regret ever calling you boring.”

At first, Enzo didn’t think you heard him, but then you began moving to the rhythm of the music again, hips swaying while you grinded that perky little ass against his crotch. His hands roamed over your body, leaving trails of heat in his wake everywhere he touched you. Enzo knew you were putting on a show not only for your ex-boyfriend, but for the entire room as well.

There was something vindictive in the way you moved, the sinful curves of your body teasing and taunting him until the evidence of his arousal announced itself against your back. Enzo didn’t miss the gasp of surprise when you felt his erection, your doe eyes seeking him in the dark. He supposed he should’ve appeared more apologetic about how hard his cock was just from a bit of dancing, but Enzo wasn’t the least bit sorry about it.

In all honesty, it was a bit pathetic on his part but Enzo couldn’t help it. This is what you did to him. From the look in your eyes, you were beginning to understand the depths of his lust and desire for you. It was barely the tip of the iceberg because he couldn’t risk revealing the true nature of his obsession with you. Not until you were ready to see it.

A smirk spread slowly on his lips when you tipped your head back into his chest, those pretty doe eyes fluttering as he traced your curves with quiet reverence. Your slender arm wrapped around his neck for support while Enzo rocked his hardness against your ass. You whimpered when he traced the slit on your dress with his fingers, which placed him dangerously close to your throbbing core.

For a split second, Enzo feared he might’ve pushed too much when you spun around to face him. Your cheeks were flushed and your pupils were dilated to the point where your irises were nearly swallowed in darkness. A rehearsed apology sat at the tip of his tongue, but you didn’t give him a chance to utter it.

You simply wrapped your arms around his neck, wearing a shy and nervous expression as you batted your lashes up at him. “Can I kiss you, Enz?”

The hopeful expression on your face made him harder than he already was. His cock throbbed painfully against his trousers as he nodded. It was all Enzo could manage because he really couldn’t trust himself to speak right now.

Enzo held his breath as you pushed up on your tiptoes. He could tell by the sweet and innocent look on your face that you expected the kiss to be nice, but the problem was that Enzo didn’t do nice. Especially when it comes to you.

The second your lips touched, a switch flipped inside of him. The taste of your vanilla lipgloss sent his mind into overdrive, awakening something primal in him that would’ve otherwise stayed buried. For once, Enzo wasn’t in control of himself as he grabbed the back of your head, fingers tangled in your silky hair while his lips crashed into yours.

Your lips were even softer than he could’ve ever imagined, perfectly slotted against his own like the missing piece of a puzzle. Without warning, Enzo slipped his tongue into your mouth. The taste of you made him fucking dizzy. He barely registered your little gasp of surprise before he licked the roof of your mouth and moaned.

His free hand traveled down your back until it reached the curve of your ass. The silk crumpled between his fingers as he cupped your cheek and brought you closer. If it were up to him, Enzo would tear the goddamn skimpy little dress to pieces and lay you bare before him for the way you’ve been teasing him all night.

The spell was momentarily broken when a wolf whistle echoed through the crowd. Your friends cheered and raised their red cups at your little show. Enzo instinctively placed you behind his back and glared at the leering gazes lingering on your body.

“Come on, honey,” Enzo said sweetly as he smoothed down the front of your dress. “Let’s go somewhere a little more private, yeah?”

Dazed, you merely nodded and allowed Enzo to lead you through the crowd. He wrapped his arm around your waist possessively while you brought your fingers up to your mouth. Your lips still tingled from the searing kisses Enzo bestowed you with.

The dark and cozy alcove Enzo guided you inside of was a quiet reprieve compared to the rowdy party. Though the sheer gauze curtains barely hid you from view, it still felt more intimate than having a hundred gazes on you. Enzo was already staring at you when you looked up.

You had never seen him so undone before — cheeks flushed, hair mussed, and clothes disheveled all thanks to you. Realization dawned on you as his gaze met yours. What were you thinking making a complete fool of yourself like that in front of everyone? Enzo was your best friend, for Merlin’s sake. You don’t go around snogging your best friend! Especially not after grinding on him like a desperate little trollop.

“Enz, I’m so sorry. I got carried away — “

The words died in your throat as your best friend surged forward and captured your lips with his own. The doubt blooming in your mind dissolved as Enzo pressed you against the wall, his hands desperate to feel anything and everything you were willing to give him.

“Don’t ever apologize,” Enzo growled into your mouth. “Not to me. Not for this. Not when I want it just as badly.”

You moaned when Enzo parted your legs with his foot before pressing his thigh against your throbbing core. The whimper that slipped from your lips sounded like music to his ears. He wanted to hear your desperate little mewl over and over again until he memorized the sound.

“Wait, Enz —“ you clawed at his back as his lips found your throat. “What…what are we doing?”

“Kissing,” Enzo murmured against your lips. “Licking.” The stripe he licked from the base of your throat to the pulsing nerve at the side of your neck made you shiver. “Touching.” You groaned as Enzo copped a feel, his big hand encompassing your entire breast.

“I know, but we’re friends,” you breathed. “Best friends don’t do this.”

Enzo pulled away, his hazel eyes burning holes into your skin. “Do you want to stop?”

“No,” you said a little too quickly.

Enzo chuckled darkly. “Then best friends can do whatever the fuck they want.”

Enzo put a stop to your doubts and questions as he put his lips and hands all over you again. This whole just friends nonsense would end tonight. He would make you cum all over his mouth and fingers until friend and Enzo were no longer synonymous in your mind.

He watched through heavy lids as you grinded against his leg, desperate for friction. The sight of you riding his thigh nearly drove him insane and he responded by sucking your neck and marking your skin. As he licked into your mouth, Enzo made sure to drag his teeth over your bottom lip before pulling away abruptly.

The pout on your lips made him smile. Enzo responded with a quick peck. “I have a better idea, honey.”

Finally, Enzo sank to his knees before you. He was pleased to find your curious gaze on him as he bunched up the silky fabric of your dress around your waist. Without warning, he manhandled you and hiked your legs over his shoulder like you weighed nothing. The position put him right in front of your clothed core and his eyes nearly rolled to the back of his head from how soaked your panties were.

“You’re so fucking wet,” Enzo said with a needy groan.

“I — I can’t help it.”

His eyes flickered up to your flushed cheeks. “I’m not complaining, baby.”

Enzo took his time kissing your ankles, your calves, and your knees. You held your breath in anticipation as your core throbbed from the sensation. The soft little kisses he pressed against your skin were torturous. Enzo seemed inclined to drag out your suffering as he kissed everywhere but where you wanted him.

“Enzo, please,” you keened. “Please.”

You gasped as Enzo sank his teeth into the juncture of your thighs and bit down until he drew blood. It should have disturbed you, but instead you found yourself utterly aroused by it. “Good girls don’t whine,” he growled. “I’m going to take my time eating your pussy and you’re going to like it. Do you understand, honey?”

The filthy words made you flush even deeper. You had no other choice but to nod in agreement. Clearly his declaration brooked no argument. Enzo flashed you a predatory smile before he wrapped his lips around your clothed clit and sucked.

“Oh, fuck…”

Enzo hummed in appreciation as he pressed messy, sloppy kisses against your folds. The wait was excruciating, but you knew better than to whine. Instead, you savored the feel of his velvet lips pressed against your skin. The drag of his tongue and the scrape of his teeth were a sweet punishment in and of itself. Your panties were soaked with juices and saliva by the time he ripped them off your legs and slipped it into his front pocket.

The first lick had you arching your back against the stone wall. Enzo bracketed your thighs with his big hands, holding you steady while he licked and sucked. He shamelessly slurped your juices as his tongue flicked against your folds to suck down every drop of moisture.

You bucked against his mouth and rode his face while he slipped two digits inside of you. The combination of his mouth and fingers made you clench and sob and grind against him. Enzo moaned in approval, savoring the sticky sweet taste of you on his tongue.

The sensation was overwhelming, causing you to pull on his hair, gripping so tightly that his scalp felt tender to the touch. Despite this, Enzo didn’t complain. In fact, he voiced his pleasure with obscene moans.

“Fuck, that’s it,” Enzo growled. “Ride my face just like that, baby. I won’t stop until your cum is dripping from my lips. You taste so fucking good. Sticky sweet like honey.”

“Oh my god,” you breathed. “Enzo, you’re so…fuck, you’re so good at that. I didn’t even know it could feel like this.”

Enzo’s eyes flashed with jealousy. He couldn’t change the fact that you’ve been with other men before him, but he could ensure that you would never be with anyone else after him.

“Cedric could never eat your cunt like this, sweetheart,” Enzo snarled. “That stupid fucking prick didn’t even know how lucky he was. Well, that’s over now, isn’t it? You’ll never let him touch you again.” His thumb slowly circled your clit as he gazed up at you. Enzo was the perfect picture of sin. Flushed cheeks, dark eyes, lips glistening with your arousal. “In fact, I’m the only one who gets to touch you like this from now on.”

Your pants filled the dark alcove as you tried to catch up with your breathing. Blinking away the hazy night, his declaration sank deep into your bones. How could you let anyone else touch you after this? No one could ever compare.

Enzo took your silence for contemplation. Impatient as he was, he grazed his teeth against your clit and jolted you back into reality. “Say it, honey.”

“Yes,” you breathed. “Gods yes, Enz. No one else will touch me from now on. Only you.”

Pleased with your answer, Enzo continued his ministrations against your clit while fucking you with his tongue. His face was buried deep between your thighs as though you were his last supper. The combination overwhelmed your senses as he worked tirelessly towards your orgasm. You could feel the wave cresting within you, your clit throbbing and your nipples tightening as you chased after your climax.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” Enzo hummed as he sank two fingers inside of you. “Be a good girl and come for me.”

The words were enough to push you over the edge. The pressure in your lower belly snapped like a string pulled taut as release barreled through you. Crying out his name, you arched into Enzo’s mouth while he drank deep.

Your entire body felt leaden as you collapsed against him. Enzo rustled beneath you, his lips pulling into a smirk as he glanced behind his shoulder. At the entrance of the alcove, Cedric stood frozen. You were too busy writhing from the aftershocks to notice his presence until it was too late.

“That’s what she looks like when she comes,” Enzo declared in a voice you had never heard him use before. It had a dark edge to it, its tone possessive and dangerous. “Now fuck off, I plan on making her do it again and we don’t need an audience for that.”

The shuffling of feet barely registered in your mind as Enzo set you down on shaky legs. The menacing expression had been wiped from his face, replaced by the sweet and charming smile that you were so familiar with. For a second, you thought you imagined the sudden shift Enzo displayed.

That's because he wants you all to himself. You recalled Cedric's words from earlier. Enzo is obsessed with you and he will do anything to make sure no one stands in the way of getting what he wants.

At the time, you thought it was just your ex-boyfriend's desperate attempt to pull himself out of the grave he had dug, but now as you glimpsed this darker side of your best friend, you weren't quite sure what to think.

Enzo could tell your mind was reeling. He needed to put a stop to it before it led somewhere that he wasn’t going to like. The mask slipped back on as he schooled his features into a shy and nervous expression. His fingers trembled as he caressed your cheek before placing a chaste kiss on your lips.

“Are you okay, honey?”

You blinked, breaking out of whatever train of thought had gripped you before. Those puppy dog eyes and adorable dimpled cheeks utterly distracted you from entertaining your ex-boyfriend's accusations any further. Your best friend flashed you a bashful smile as he shyly offered you his hand as though those same fingers weren't inside of you just seconds ago. You flushed at the thought as you slipped your hand through his. It baffled you how Enzo could be so cute and filthy at the same time. It was hardly fair.

“Never better.”

The afterglow of your smile made his heart race. A heart that wholly belonged to you. You didn’t know that yet, but Enzo would show you. He would plot and plan and scheme until he embedded himself into your subconscious like a parasite.

Enzo won’t stop until you belong to him.

It was only a matter of time before he owned your heart like you owned his.

He didn’t care if he had to lie and cheat and steal to make it happen.

It was worth it.

You were worth it.

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