#Theodore nott drabble

[nottsangel]

Just thinking of how good the sex will be with Military!theo after he returns home after being away

“fuck, i’ve missed you” theo murmurs as both of you clumsily stumble into the bedroom, breathing ragged and uneven, the wet smacks of kissing filling the room. his big hands grab at your clothing with fervor, pulling you closer to him, desperation and desire evident in each tug, kiss, and groan.

“jump.” he orders, and you obey instantly as he effortlessly lifts you up, pinning your back against the cold wall, your legs wrapping around his muscular torso. his hands possessively squeeze your ass, fingers marking their territory all over as his hot breath against your skin sends shivers down your spine. his mouth latches onto your neck, planting sloppy, wet kisses on your skin that make your cunt throb.

“i’ve been thinking about this every damn day, baby. you kept me sane out there.” he drawls as he frantically undresses you. his grip is firm, unrelenting, yet he still tries to take his time, savour each moment, reminding himself not to rush— but the second you roll your hips against his erection and breathe out his name so prettily, he snaps.

in no time, the floor is littered with pieces of clothing, his cock nudging at your entrance, eager to push in— but he doesn’t move, and you furrow your brows in frustration. he gently grips your jaw between his thumb and index finger, tilting your face to meet his assertive gaze.

“what is it that you want, princess?” a sly smirk tugs at his lips, his blue eyes darting from your eyes to your lips and back to your eyes, hungry. “c’mon. let me hear how much you missed my cock.”

“i want you, theo… please. need you to fuck me— right now.”

“atta girl.” he pushes into you in one quick thrust, a hiss escaping him at the tight feeling as he buries his face in the crook of your neck. in all these months apart, you forgot just how big he is— stretching you wide as he quickly finds a steady rhythm, his hips snapping against yours, his balls smacking against your skin.

“fuck baby… you have no idea how long i’ve waited for this.” he growls, his tone low and raspy with his fingers digging into the flesh of your ass to pull you closer with each thrust, the head of his cock brushing against your cervix.

“missed this— missed you. all of you. no one else touches you like this, yeah? all fuckin’ mine.”

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[lov3notts]

bf’s enemy theo who puts you down as his emergency contact to make sure you know when cedric finally breaks and beats him up

a/n: i died laughing when this request came in, because this is something theo would so do.

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The hospital wing doors slammed open as you burst in, nearly tripping over your own feet. Madame Pomfrey barely glanced up before sighing.

“He’s fine,” she said dryly. “Mostly.”

And there he was.

Theodore sitting on one of the hospital bed’s, shirt wrinkled, lip split, knuckles bruised, and a gauze pad pressed lazily to his temple. He looked like he’d just walked off the set of a duel scene and couldn’t be bothered to act surprised.

You stormed up. “Are you kidding me?!”

Theo looked up, gave you a crooked smile. “Oh hey. That was fast.”

“Nott, what the hell—why on earth am I your emergency contact?!”

He didn’t miss a beat. shrugged & said “I knew he’d snap eventually. Just wanted to make sure you’d hear about it when he did.”

And then you noticed Cedric.

In the far corner, facing the wall like a very furious child on time-out, arms crossed tightly over his chest and a deep scowl carved into his face.

You stared at Theo, stunned. “You planned this?”

Theo shrugged with a wince. “I’d say I predicted it.”

You turned to face Cedric. “You actually fought?”

“No,” Cedric snapped without turning around. “I just gently escorted his face into a wall.”

Theo winced dramatically. “He ambushed me.”

Cedric turned. “You told McGonagall I’ve been using a Polyjuice Potion to attend class twice to boost my grades!!”

Theo gave a lazy shrug. “Honestly, it would explain a lot.”

“By telling her I was using Polyjuice?!”

You blinked. “Okay, what is wrong with both of you—”

Cedric narrowed his eyes. "You enchanted my quill to write love letters to Snape!!."

Theo frowned. "And he still hasn't replied. How Tragic."

Cedric's eye twitched. "You put glitter in my bed!!"

Theo shrugged. "Your aura needed cleansing-"

You held up both hands. “Enough!”

Theo flinched slightly when he moved, and you softened despite yourself. “Let me see,” you said, reaching for the gauze. He allowed it, eyes flicking to you briefly like he wasn’t used to being fussed over.

Cedric watched silently, jaw tight, eyes stormy.

You shot him a look. “Did you actually hit him?”

“He deserved it.”

“I always deserve it,” Theo added, “but you’ve never followed through before.”

You sighed, wiping the blood off Theo’s cheek. “And this is why you listed me? To drag me into your dramatics?”

He smiled faintly. “Well, you're here, aren’t you?”

“I showed up to make sure you didn’t drag Cedric into a murder trial.”

His voice dropped just a bit, teasing. “Admit it—you were worried about me.”

From the other side of the room, Cedric groaned. “Can someone please sedate him?”

You looked at both of them—Cedric with his proud, bruised knuckles and wounded ego; Theo with his bloody lip and smug mouth—and felt your blood pressure rising.

“I swear,” you muttered, “if you idiots keep doing this, I’m removing myself from both of your lives and changing my name.”

Theo smiled. “You’d miss me.”

“You put me on your paperwork. That’s not affection. That’s premeditated chaos.”

He winked. “Worked, didn’t it?”

You turned to Cedric. “And you—what were you thinking?”

“I was thinking,” he said through gritted teeth, “that it’s about time someone wiped the smirk off his face.”

Theo grinned. “Spoiler: didn’t work.”

You looked at them both, tired. “Next time you fight, do it without dragging me into it.”

“Can’t,” Theo said, laying back on the bed. “You’re legally involved now.”

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[leona-hawthorne]

— ⸝⸝ the first encounter with therapist’s son!theo

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warnings: implied fem!reader, mentions of therapy & mental health, invasion of privacy (?) note: hello! here is what i consider kind of an intro to this au. trying to ease into it so this drabble is nice and chill lmao

you’ve always hated coming here.

not the therapy part — dr nott is fine, in the polished, soothing, clearly-did-her-training way. she keeps tissues in every corner of the room and never looks surprised when you say something ugly, which is probably what makes it worse. you don’t like being known in that clinical way. examined. sorted into little boxes she writes down in your file, words like attachment issues and self-destructive behavior patterns scribbled in tight handwriting behind your back.

but it’s better than talking to your mother, or your friends, or your mirror. at least here, no one expects you to smile.

still, it’s a weird setup. the office isn’t in some downtown building or clean little suite in a medical park. it’s in a house — her house. you have to knock on the door like you’re here for dinner, walk past a sitting room that smells like expensive candles and old books, and follow the creaky wood floors down a hallway to the in-home office, which is professionally separated from the rest of the house.

you always feel like you’re trespassing.

today, though, it’s different.

the door swings open before you knock, and for a split second you think you’re early — too early. that you’ve walked in on something you shouldn’t have. the hallway light is on and there’s someone else standing just inside, barefoot and shirtless, rubbing a towel through wet hair, water dripping from the ends onto the hardwood.

he looks at you like you’re the one who doesn’t belong here, like you don’t literally have an appointment scheduled.

before you can say anything — before you can even think of anything to say — dr nott appears at the end of the hallway, smiling like nothing is unusual at all.

“oh, i’m sorry about him,” she says, waving a hand, as though she’s embarrassed to have had something so unprofessional occur. “that’s my son, theo. he’s back from uni for a few weeks. theodore, go upstairs.”

you try to nod, try to pretend you didn’t just see him, all golden skin and dripping hair and ocean eyes that flicked over you like a scanner. he doesn’t speak or move. just steps aside, barely, and lets you pass by him in the hall with a kind of slow, smug look that sticks to your spine.

he smells like clean laundry and something faintly spiced, like cologne that hasn’t fully been washed off, and the scent sticks with you long after he’s away.

you sit through your session like normal, or at least you try. dr nott asks the usual questions, you give the usual deflections, but you’re distracted. you keep thinking about the boy by the door. his presence in the hallway, the look on his face.

you almost think you imagined it until the very end — when you open the door to leave and see him appear at the top of the stairs, fully dressed now but still barefoot, like he knew exactly when your session ended.

he walks you to the door in silence — why, you have no idea, but you’re too dazed after your session to question it out loud. you step out onto the porch with a mumbled thank you, fumbling in your bag for your phone, but he doesn’t go back inside right away.

instead, he leans against the doorframe, watching you like he has all the time in the world. the corners of his mouth pull up into a slow, quiet smile.

“you always talk that much in there?”

you freeze, your hand clenching tighter around your phone, and you turn to look at him, confused, unsure if you heard him right. he lifts a brow, lazy and amused.

“just wondering. walls are thin, piccola.”

your stomach drops.

he grins like he likes that, like he meant for that to happen. and then he slips back inside, door closing behind him with a soft click, leaving you alone on the porch, your heart hammering against your ribs and the weight of his voice crawling under your skin.

piccola.

the word sticks with you. soft, almost sweet, if it hadn’t come from him.

you don’t know what it means, not exactly, but it sounded practiced, easy. like it belonged to someone who always got what he wanted.

you take the long way home that afternoon, trying not to think about how he looked at you. trying even harder not to wonder if he’d been listening the whole time.

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[winnie1emon]

✧.* now what happens when you find a frustrated theodore nott on the quidditch pitch...?

theodore nott x prefect!lamb!reader (fem pov)

word count: approx. 2.4k

cw: MDNI!!, smut, dom!theo, innocent!reader, sexual language, praise, piv, fingering, unprotected sex, face painting lmao, slight exhibitionism(?)(on the quidditch stands lol)

a/n: first smut fic like ever i fear... don't bully please </3 + been working on this sleep-deprived, lmk about spelling mistakes :(

"Hey- hey!" you said loudly over the raging music, leaning over your friend's shoulder. "I'm gonna go; got prefect duty!"

Your friend, too engrossed in your house's quidditch victory party after they had beaten Slytherin earlier that evening, gave you a mere nod before realizing you actually said something. "Really? There are other prefects out anyways and you never find anyone. Don't be lame, just stay!"

"No, it's fine. I like walking outside anyways, it's fun," you explained, garnering a rather dismissive wave goodbye from your friend.

You trudged down the corridors searching for the way out of the castle. Curfew was approaching and you were given the task of finding a few stragglers outdoors; a task you most appreciated due to the fact you'd never find anybody and you were usually lucky with receiving ample amounts of good weather.

Too comfortable with the usual, you spent most of your patrol time frolicking on the grassy fields and never looked too carefully for any students. You were about to head back inside when you saw the broom shed's door open. Curiously, you peered inside and nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary...

A bit daunted, you closed the door and suddenly saw movement in the corner of your eye. You whipped around quickly, seeing someone flying on the quidditch pitch. You made your way into the pitch, assuming it was some overzealous lowerclassman riding on their broomstick.

As you made your way into the pitch, you realized how large it really was, somewhat awestruck. Hearing a distressed grunt, you turned around and saw the person who was flying, quite a distance away, chuck their broom onto the ground. You hastened over and the image came into view. Their brunette waves became clearer with each step you took and you managed to get their attention.

"H-hey!" You waved. You came to a stop in front of them, slightly huffing as they looked at you acutely. "Theodore, it's curfew in like... oh, two minutes ago."

Theodore raised an eyebrow at your words, seeming as if he had no idea who you were. "What?" he asked you, even though he heard what you said.

"It's past curfew, you can't be here," you said patiently. "What are you even doing here?"

"What's it look like?" he retorted. "Practicing," he added before you could answer his rhetoric question.

"Well... you should practice tomorrow. You already had that game today, you should take a break," you suggested.

He gave you what was probably the most condescending look ever, roaming over your figure. "Yeah, and we lost, princess. Need to practice."

"Don't overwork yourself," you said, your voice tinged with concern. "You were great today, I saw!"

"Mhm, probably cheering on your house, yeah?" he sneered. "Just get lost, I'm not harmin' anyone by practicing, but you're going to tell someone aren't you?" He looked a bit taut and you couldn't help but feel a bit of pity for him. After all, he wasn't the worst player on his team yet he was the only one here practicing, probably losing hairs in the process.

"No, I won't tell anyone," you said quickly. "You look exhausted though. At least sit down." You trailed all the way to one of the tall wooden towers going up to the quidditch spectator stands, feeling the wooden bench poke your thighs. Surprisingly, he sat beside you on your right with a grunt, running his hands through his hair.

Well, now what.

You peered at him in wonderment as his gaze was set straight, admiring his birthmark. Your eyes trailed around the side of his face, looking at his thick, dark brows and then at his slightly unkempt hair. He turned suddenly to face you and you darted your head away, embarrassed. He let out a small scoff, throwing his head down in a smirk.

"So," you started. "You like quidditch?" you asked dumbly. He obviously did... he plays.

"I do," he responded. "When we win."

"You guys almost did," you consoled him, tentatively reaching to rub his shoulder.

Theodore didn't protest, finding the way your palm's touch warmed his shoulder unexpectedly comforting. He looked at your seemingly apologetic face before his eyes wandered down your form, going from your neck and then down to your legs.

"Mm, almost."

Fidgeting with your fingers, you spoke up again. "Yeah, almost! Almost is good!" You reassured him. "Don't beat yourself up-- you're already so stressed." You recalled the instances in class where he'd focus on his work, the times you saw him in the library as you patrolled the halls, and the way he never seemed to hang out with his friends this past week.

"Oh princess," he said, calling you that nickname again, making you turn a light shade of pink. "When has almost winning ever helped anyone? What can I do about the stress? Nothing's going to change if I don't work." He gave a nonchalant shrug, breaking contact with your sorry eyes as he buried his head in his hands.

"Uhm... I mean, do you want help?" You peered at him, wide-eyed and full of pity.

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And that's how you found yourself sitting on the open quidditch stands, thighs squeezed together with your head downcast as Theodore rubbed lazy circles over your underwear.

"I-I don't really see how this is supposed to help you," you mumbled.

He used his other hand to hold your chin gently, guiding your head to face him. "You think seeing a pretty girl like you lookin' like this doesn't help me?" he simpered. You felt your face heat up from the compliment, shifting your thighs to press against each other some more.

He let go of your chin and you looked down to watch him spread your thighs apart gently. Despite never being his friend, his touch felt familiar, even soothing. In fact, you didn't protest against him, even when you felt him slip your underwear to the side and insert a thick finger into your cunt.

Your mouth agape, you turned to look at him, brows knitting together as he met your gaze with a lascivious smile. You pressed your lips together to try and catch your breath, but it only lasted a few seconds as your lips parted once he entered another digit into you. He moved slowly, not taking his eyes off of yours, drinking in your dazed look.

You felt his pace increase, his fingers going in and out of your now glossy cunt rapidly, and let out a shaky moan which made Theodore's mouth contort in a wicked smile. You threw your head back, looking up at the greying sky. He leaned closer to you, his warm breath hitting your ear as he whispered.

"Feels good, yeah? Feels good to help me decompress hm?" He asked you quietly, having you squirm from his touch. You nodded meekly and let out a small yeah in response.

You had never experienced anything like this before. You were sort of scared, but also excited... maybe a bit confused? ...happy to help?

His touch eventually slowed, his two now-soaked fingers leaving your cunt as he held them up in front of you. Your eyes followed his fingers, your face turning into that of surprise as he brought his fingers into his mouth momentarily.

"So sweet..." he breathed out. "Come on, open up," he slapped your cheek lightly with his clean hand.

You opened your mouth slightly, your eyes looking reluctant.

"Come on, don't be scared," he cooed. You opened a little wider and he gently placed the two fingers on your tongue. You swirled your tongue around slowly, tasting sweet, kind of salty as well, but you weren't sure if that was you or his fingers. Taking in your appearance with his fingers in your mouth, he gave a breathy chuckle. "Cute."

He stood up from the bench with a sigh, taking a step in front of you. "Just one more thing, that okay?" he asked, the corners of his mouth curving into a smile.

"Yeah- yeah sure," you agreed. Even though you were unfamiliar with what you guys were doing, you were just glad you could help him out in some way.

"Good girl. --Has anyone told you how sweet you are?" He leaned forward slightly and cupped your cheeks to tilt your head upwards as you stayed seated on the bench.

"Some people, mhm," you nodded.

"Well, they weren't lying." He complimented you casually, making your stomach lurch in an oddly pleasant way. You adverted your gaze so you could soak in his compliment, your head then snapping up at the sound of a zipper. He gave you a wink that you'd be thinking about for the next week and a dazzling smile that you couldn't protest against.

He guided your legs up off the ground so you'd be kneeling on the stands bench and turned you around, having you facing opposite of the center of the quidditch pitch, towards the castle. Your eyes widened from the circumstances, the risk of being so exposed. You heard him shuffle a little behind you, the sound of his pants going down, boxers following.

You felt one of his cold fingers brush against your skin as he pushed your skirt up, making you shudder. He pulled your sodden underwear down and you heard him take a sharp inhale. His fingers ran over your folds, eliciting a groan from him. "You're so wet... n' you've never done this?" he asked you.

You shook your head, making him sigh.

"And you really want to give this to me?"

"Yeah, I do," you muttered quietly. You didn't care that it was Theodore, you just saw him as someone who needed some help and you were going to give it to them... Oh, who were you kidding? Of course you cared that it was Theodore. The Slytherin that you'd always catch yourself ogling at during the quidditch games, the one you'd stare at in potions, the guy you'd hold the door open for before Charms class.

Seeing no reason to delay his pleasure, Theodore positioned himself between your legs, holding your waist from behind as he pushed the tip of his cock into your ready cunt. You couldn't help the large gasp you let out while he stretched you out. You tried to recuperate momentarily, but he continued to enter you slowly, feeling as if there was no end.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he murmured. He slid in and out of you slowly, picking up the pace over time before you started to let out involuntary moans.

"Theo- Theodore," you huffed out, almost whining. "The castle-- someone could see us," you worried.

His pace becoming incontinent, he brushed off your concern with ease. "No one will, okay?"

Even with his reassurance, you couldn't help but feel sheepish, your anxiety spiking as the thrill got to you.

"Oh my g-god," you moaned. Theodore leaned into your back, head resting on the nape of your shoulder. He snaked his arm on your other shoulder, putting you in a headlock. You brought your hands up to hold his arm, your mind going blank as he started up a relentless speed on you and had his other arm travel down to rub on your clit.

"Shh, shh," he whispered. "Now they will see us if you don't quiet down, yeah?" You nodded in agreement, understanding that you mustn't be loud. After a few minutes of biting back your moans as he drilled into you, he positioned you to lie on your back, on one of the benches. You complied and allowed him to reposition himself into you.

"F-fuck!" You mewled, unable to contain yourself in the new position.

"Shh, shh, shhh..." he shushed you once again, covering your mouth with a large hand as the other held both of your legs against his chest. "Be quiet for me, okay? You can do it," he murmured into your ear, leaning forward to kiss your cheek.

You nodded slowly as you looked up at him when he pulled his head away from you. "Good... so good."

So entranced by his eye contact, your brain drowned out the sounds of his cock going in and out of your sopping cunt, forgetting all about your precarious surroundings.

You felt the knot in your stomach begin to unravel and you knew that your orgasm was nearing. You clawed at Theodore's hand that was on your mouth and he let go, allowing your ragged gasps to float out into the air.

"You okay?" he asked you. "You close?" He couldn't help but smile endearingly at your state, horribly disheveled, biting your own lip to keep yourself from attracting attention.

"Mm," you nodded weakly, feeling your legs begin to shake. As you came undone, you felt him slow down, letting out groans of his own. You bit down on your lips harder and you could feel tears creeping into your eyes as you felt overloaded with sensations. He pulled out of you with a light pop and stepped towards your head.

He had his cock a few inches above your face and looked hesitant before asking, "May I?"

You honestly weren't very sure of what he was requesting, but you let out a soft yeah, being surprised once he spilled onto your face.

Your lips parted into an o-shape as you squinted slightly. After one last drop, you ran a finger on your cheek, observing the mark he left on you trailing down your finger. He dropped his hands to his side and crouched down to be face level with you. He cupped your face with his hands as he ushered you to sit up.

"You're a sweetheart, so nice of you to help," he praised. Even though he had just done things to you that you'd never even been brave enough to imagine an hour prior, you couldn't fight back the bashful look on your face.

"Of course," you whispered. "Do you feel better?" you asked, pulling your underwear back up.

"Yeah, yeah I do," he chortled. He leaned forward, pressing a kiss on your forehead.

You saw the sky darkening by the second and looked out the pitch. "Oh! Someone's coming!" you exclaimed.

He gave a mischievous smile that you could stare at for days, planted a quick kiss on your lips, and grabbed your hand to stand you up, brushing ur skirt down to cover your behind.

"Then let's go."

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[ahqkas]

♯ JEALOU$Y ; theodore nott

PAIRING! theodore nott x fem!reader

SYNOPSIS! an unexpected situation catches you off guard in the heart of florence and your boyfriend reveals a side of him you’ve never seen before (based off this req.!!)

WARNINGS AND TAGS! fluff, jealous + italian theo, translation of foreign language + lmk !

WORD COUNT! 1.3k

NOTES! he’s so fine when he’s jealous❕

HARRY POTTER MASTERLIST!

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THEODORE NOTT WAS FAR FROM HAVING A SHORT TEMPER (UNLIKE HIS BEST FRIEND) BUT THAT DIDN'T MEAN HE WAS NECESSARILY CARELESS. Sometimes, jealousy wrapped around his heart like the snake representing his house, squeezing and picking at the muscle, giving it wounds for blood to shed from.

And every time he tried to push those feelings aside, they came back even stronger than before in a crashing wave full of raw emotion. He felt like a puppet on a string that was pulled tight by the cruel hands of jealousy. His actions were no longer his own.

The summer sun bathed the picturesque streets of Florence in a warm, golden glow, casting a honeyed hue over the ancient city. Cobblestone pathways, worn smooth by centuries of footsteps, stretched along the bustling streets. Each turn revealed a new delight: charming cafés with wrought-iron tables spilling onto the sidewalks, historic landmarks standing as silent reminders of the past, and vibrant marketplaces bursting with life and color. The air was rich with the scent of blooming flowers, mingling with the earthy aroma of aged stone and the tantalizing whiff of fresh espresso. The fragrance was an intoxicating blend, making every breath feel like a taste of paradise. The sounds of Florence added to the sensory feast: the melodic chatter of locals and tourists, the clinking of glasses and cutlery from the outdoor restaurants, and the distant strains of street musicians playing heavenly tunes on their violins and accordions.

Florence, in the embrace of summer, was absolutely beautiful. It was a place where history and romance intertwined, where every corner held a new discovery, and every moment was a celebration of the beauty of life. The city's magic lay not just in its landmarks, but in the way it made you feel — alive, enchanted, and eternally in love with the world around you.

You walked hand in hand with Theodore, your fingers intertwined in one as you explored the enchanting city. This vacation had been his idea, a chance for the two of you to escape the pressures of Hogwarts and immerse yourselves in the beauty and romance of Italy. Theo's Italian heritage made the trip even more special; he was eager to show you the places that held a special place in his heart.

As you wandered through a bustling street, you paused to admire a street artist's breathtaking paintings. The vibrant colors and detailed brushstrokes captured the scenery of Florence in ways that made the city's beauty stand out even more, and you found yourself lost in the artwork. Theo had stepped away momentarily to get you both something to eat from a nearby stand, leaving you alone but content. The hum of the city buzzed around you, voices of people blending with the occasional strum of a guitar.

While you were engrossed in the art, a group of local boys approached, their laughter and chatter filling the air. They were handsome and confident, their flirtatious smiles and easy charm unmistakable. One of them, with dark, curly hair and a mischievous grin, stepped forward, clearly intent on catching your attention. His eyes sparkled with interest as he gestured towards you.

"Sei molto bella." ("You are very beautiful.")

You blinked, a bit taken aback. Although you had picked up a few phrases during your time with Theo, your grasp of the language was far from fluent. You understood enough to know that he was complimenting you, but the exact words of meaning escaped you.

Before you could respond, another boy joined in, his tone equally playful. "Vuoi venire a fare una passeggiata con noi?" ("Do you want to go for a walk with us?")

You felt a flush rise to your cheeks, both from the unexpected attention and your inability to respond. Your eyes darted around, hoping to spot your boyfriend. You were feeling increasingly uncomfortable, unsure how to extricate yourself from the situation.

Just as you were about to attempt a polite but awkward decline, you heard Theo's voice, sharp and commanding. "Ehi, lasciatela in pace!" ("Hey, leave her alone!")

The transformation in him was startling. Theo, usually so calm and composed, had a fierce intensity in his eyes. He stepped between you and the group of boys, his posture protective, his expression a stormy mix of anger and determination. The easygoing demeanor he often sported was replaced by a fierce warning.

His broad shoulders squared, blocking the boys' view of you completely, creating a barrier that was both physical and emotional. The bright warmth of the sun seemed to dim in comparison to the fire that burned in Theo's gaze. It was as if a switch had been flipped, transforming him from the gentle, sweet boyfriend you knew into a guardian ready to defend the owner of his heart and soul.

The boys, who had moments ago been brimming with confidence, raised their hands in mock surrender, laughing nervously. "Calmati, amico. Non volevamo causare problemi," one of them said, trying to diffuse the situation. ("Calm down, friend. We didn't want to cause trouble.")

But Theo wasn't having any of it. Each word was a blade of a dagger, cutting through the casual flirtation of the boys, leaving no room for doubt about his intentions. "Non vedete che non è interessata? Andatevene prima che mi arrabbi davvero." ("Can't you see she's not interested? Walk away before I really get angry."). His voice was low and menacing as he continued in rapid Italian, his words too fast for you to catch but clearly effective in making the boys rethink their approach. They muttered a few apologies before scurrying away, casting wary glances over their shoulders.

Theo turned to you, his eyes softening instantly as he took in your bewildered expression. The fierce protector you had just witnessed melted away, replaced by your sweet boy you knew so well. "Are you okay?" His hand found yours, fingers intertwining in a comforting touch.

You nodded, still a bit shaken. "I'm fine. They were just . . . I didn't understand what they were saying," you admitted, feeling a bit embarrassed.

Theo's lips curved into a reassuring smile. "They were trying to flirt with you," he explained. "But don't worry, they're gone now."

You managed a small laugh, the tension easing out of your body. "I figured that much," you said, your voice lightening. "Thank you, Theo."

He stepped closer, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you into his side. The warmth of his embrace and the steady beat of his heart were instantly calming. "I'm sorry if I scared you," he murmured, his breath brushing against your hair. "I just couldn't stand the thought of them bothering you."

You looked up at him, your eyes meeting his. The fierce protectiveness in his gaze had melted into something softer, more tender. "You were amazing," you said honestly. "I've never seen you like that before."

Theo's smile widened, a hint of pride in his expression. "Well, I can't help it," he said, his tone teasing but sincere. "You bring out the best in me."

As you continued your walk through the beautiful streets of Florence, Theo kept you close, his arm securely around you. The incident with the local boys faded into the background, replaced by the joy of being together in such a magical place. The city's charm and Theo's unwavering affection made you feel like you were living in a dream.

Later that evening, as you sat together at a cozy café, sipping on rich Italian espresso, you couldn't help but feel grateful for Theo. His protective nature, his deep love for you, and his ability to make you feel safe and cherished were all things you treasured deeply. As the sun set over the Florence skyline, painting the sky in brilliant hues of pink and orange, you leaned into Theo, feeling utterly content.

In that moment, with the world bathed in the soft glow of twilight, you knew that no matter where you were, as long as you were with Theo, you were home.

[nottsamor]

2 in one — theodore nott & mattheo riddle

summary : they knew they had to have you at least once, and so they did.

authors note: i GENUINELY hate this but wtv

"shitt look at her, takin' us so well." mattheo chuckled lowly, hands gripping onto your hair as he pushed your head deeper to take his cock fully inside your mouth. theodore groaned, head falling back as his hands were holding onto your hips, moving his hips against your own. "she is, isn't she? such a fuckin' slut for us." one of his hands slapped your ass.

you whined against mattheo's cock. he hissed, pushing your head deeper. "shh, shut the fuck up. don't need you to talk." he grumbled under his breath. "She's so tight, man." theo gritted his teeth. one of his hands went around your waist, meeting around at your stomach. smirking, theo spoke. "shitt cara, 'can feel me inside you."

you blushed, feeling how he pushed inside you, pushing down on the bulge in your lower stomach. you controlled a moan, looking up at mattheo with half lidded eyes as he brushed a strand of hair away from your face, brushing it past your ear with his free hand.

"didn't know you were such a slut," mattheo chuckled, theo chuckling as well. the both of them were enjoying this tremendously, you knew they were. you didn't even know why you agreed to this, well, you did. they were two of the hottest best friends in your house, how could you just resist?

"y'know, i always saw you walking around with that little skirt of yours, showing yourself off, damn.. always thought about how pretty you'd look bent over. now i know." theo smirked, his calloused hands tracing all over your body.

"she's a pretty thing, theo. sweetest we've had." mattheo talked about you like you weren't even here, sporting the same exact smirk on his face, pushing your head deeper as he met theo's gaze.

"she's so damn tight around me, you want my cock that bad?" theo only received a nod and whines in return, "shh, okay shut up." mattheo pushed your head deeper once again. "ah fuck, 'm gonna come." theo bit his bottom lip, tightening his hold against your hips.

only a few minutes later, you felt warm liquid fill your throat, along with the feeling of something warm entering from behind you. you whined, mattheo letting go of your head as theo held you close to him, back against his chest as he rode out his high.

"Shit bella, you did so amazin.'" theo breathed into your neck, planting a few kisses here and there as mattheo frowned. "'S not over yet, i needa come in her ass too."

[nottswitch]

need us having a guy over and hooking up with him while sister’s bf!theo is there and he can hear. how would he react?

꒰ sister’s bf!theo hears you fucking his bsf mattheo ꒱

cw: 18+ mdni, voyeurism, masturbating (m), implied unprotected p in v, implied creampie, hair pulling, cursing, mentions of cheating

a/n: well hi there. we’re fucking his bsf matty here, i hope you don’t mind. i’ve been waiting to write this for so long, and finally we’re getting to it, so buckle up !!

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the sound of music coming from of your room is pretty much a habit at this point. theo isn’t surprised when he hears a faint sound of some chase atlantic song, chuckling to himself – god, you’re annoying with this band, much like his best friend, who always puts them on when he’s on aux duty. theo places his spare keys on the small vanity at the door – he’s come to wait for your sister, who had to run some errands this afternoon.

but as he walks further into the apartment, planning to make himself some coffee in the kitchen, he has to stop and listen closer. the music is suddenly not the only thing he can hear. his eyebrows knit together as he starts to distinguish… moans? he’s never heard you moaning like that before, that freely and loudly. whenever you were with him, under his mouth and fingers, your sounds were always low, stifled, always under threat of being exposed. now… you were unashamed and loud as hell.

despite himself, theo starts walking in the direction of your room. he can’t help being drawn there, and he curses quietly as he feels his cock starting to harden in his jeans – you sound that good. however, as he closes in, he hears something else, something that makes his frown deepen significantly. another set of moans and groans, male. there’s no fucking way.

surprisingly, or not, the door to your room is cracked open. of course, theo is a weak, weak man, and he has to know, has to confirm his assumptions. as he peers into the crack, he nearly chokes on air. there, on your bed, you’re in a very delicious position, ass up face down, your hands fisting the sheets as a guy pounds into you from behind, his fingers firmly digging into your hips. and not just any guy – theo’s very best friend, mattheo.

fucking chase atlantic. should’ve been a dead giveaway.

theo feels a wave of pure jealousy wash over him as he watches his friend take you in a way that theo could only dream of. he’s gonna kill him, he thinks – mattheo is fully aware of everything going on between you and theo, and still, he decided go against every single variation of bro code in existence… he almost groans aloud, having to bite his bottom lip to silence himself. the scene in front on him has no business being this hot.

without really thinking, theo unzips his jeans and pulls them down along with his boxers, his hard cock eagerly springing out and already leaking at the tip. his hand closes around the base, his breathing turning shallow as he watches mattheo grab a fistful of your hair to pull your body up against his chest.

"you feel so fucking good, baby," he hears his friend growl into your ear, thrusting deeper and eliciting a sweet, high-pitched moan out of you. theo grits his teeth as his hand starts stroking his cock, the rage he feels towards mattheo mixing with his burning arousal. precum drips down his length, his fingers smearing it all over, and he has to be slower than he wants to be in order not to give himself away by the slick sounds of him jerking off.

"my mate is a fucking idiot, missing out on all this." mattheo’s words make theo’s free hand curl into a fist, the desire to punch his friend overridden only by the pleasure he’s feeling as he starts pumping his other hand faster. he knows mattheo is right – theo has been the one refusing to fuck you so far, because apparently that would be cheating on your sister, and him dry humping you into oblivion every chance he gets isn’t. but this realization doesn’t make it easier; it makes it harder, in more ways than one.

mattheo’s pace inside of you grows quicker, the sounds of skin slapping against skin filling the room, and at this point, the entire apartment. theo’s lips part as he watches your body move along with his friend’s thrusts, your tits bouncing up and down and making his mouth go dry. his cock twitches in his hold, and he feels his orgasm inching closer and closer with every moan you let out.

"you close, baby?" he hears mattheo’s ragged whisper, and your frantic nod is almost all it takes to bring theo over the edge. he can’t believe himself – he’s jacking off to the sight of his best friend fucking you, and he’s about to witness you cum on his dick. no wonder you will, he’s seen mattheo’s dick himself, it’s a goddamn fuck machine…

when your whole body shakes, and your voice grows hoarse from the pleasured moan you let out at your orgasm, theo can’t hold himself back – he spills into his hand, bracing himself against the wall by leaning on his forearm. the sticky mess of his cum seeping through his fingers is a shameful reminder of what has just happened – he jerked himself off watching his best mate fuck you. god, was it really worth it? the post-nut clarity is strong, and it only gets worse when he witnesses mattheo not even thinking of pulling out when he cums. this fucking bastard…

theo decides for himself right that moment that he absolutely needs to fuck you, his pride be damned – not like he has much of it left anyway. and maybe punch mattheo a couple of times.

au. more.

[iamgonnagetyouback]

fogged-up glasses ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ●ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ theodore nott

you’re not sure what it is about theodore nott in glasses, but you swear it's ruining your life.

you don’t mean to be distracted. truly. you opened your textbook with the purest of intentions, quill in hand, ink ready, brain switched on. you had plans—big, studious plans. but then theodore nott had to show up in his stupid, soft jumper and stupid, sleepy eyes and those stupid glasses that keep sliding down his nose like gravity has a personal vendetta against him. completely stupid.

the two of you are supposed to be studying for an upcoming exam, sprawled out in the quiet corner of the library where hardly anyone ever goes—probably because theodore glares at them until they leave. but instead you’ve spent the last twenty minutes pretending to study while actually staring at him. well, mostly at the way he keeps pushing those damn glasses up, every few seconds like clockwork, jaw tightening each time like it’s the greatest inconvenience known to man.

it’s so distracting.

“you need a string or something,” you mumble, flicking the end of his quill playfully.

he says in a flat tone. “i’m not wearing a glasses chain.”

you grin. “would look cute.”

he grunts. doesn’t argue.

“well, then,” you say, voice low and lazy, “you could at least try not to look like a tortured victorian poet while i’m trying to focus.”

he doesn’t look up. “maybe try focusing harder.”

“can’t.” you lean your chin into your hand, smirking. “too busy being madly in love with you.”

he finally glances at you then, unamused. “we’ve been dating for months. this shouldn’t still surprise you.”

“it doesn’t,” you grin. “i just think it’s adorable how grumpy you get when i say it out loud.”

“i’m not grumpy.”

“you literally just growled at me.”

“i did not—”

"yeah, you did."

he pushes his glasses up again with a long-suffering sigh. “you’re insufferable.”

“yeah, but i’m your insufferable.”

he tries so hard not to react, you can see it—the tight set of his jaw, the way he goes suspiciously quiet.

and so, because you’re weak (and also a little bit obsessed with him), you lean over your shared stack of notes and kiss him.

soft. sweet.

his breath catches, but he kisses you back like he’s been waiting for you to do that all afternoon.

and then—

“damn it.”

you giggle as his glasses fog up instantly, steam clouding the lenses until he’s blinking behind them like an irritated cat.

“i told you this would happen,” he mutters, snatching them off and wiping them with the hem of his jumper.

“and i told you it’s the cutest thing i’ve ever seen.” you reach for him again, thumb brushing his jaw.

“you’re ridiculous.”

“ridiculously in love with you, yeah. you're too cute, it's your fault actually."

he puts the glasses back on and glares at you through the remaining smudge on the left lens.

then—softly, almost too quiet to catch—he says, “you’re the one who kissed me."

your heart flips.

“yeah,” you say. “i’ll probably do it again. what are you gonna do about it?" you challenged.

his lips twitch again. “nothing. but next time i’m taking the glasses off first.”

“nope. fogged-up theo is my favorite." you grin. "so, you gonna kiss me again, nott, or do i have to fog ‘em up myself?”

he groans. “merlin help me.”

but he leans in anyway.

because for all the brooding and grumbling and eye-rolling—he’s just as whipped for you as you are for him.

a/n: everyone please thank (and lightly blame) @lov3notts for this one—she read it first, sent me glasses!theo edits to keep me going, and basically held my hand while i spiraled into this. i was normal before this (i wasn’t). love you mora, this is your fault ‹𝟹

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[nottsluvv]

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he places his hands on either side of your head and you hold his wrists tightly as he rubs the head of his cock against your clit, making you whine and moan under him. “sei pronta, bella (are you ready, beautiful)?”

theo leans down to capture your mouth with another kiss, his tongue slipping into yours as he explores your mouth. he pushes the tip of his cock into you at the same time, and you whimper into his mouth at the sudden contact. 

he slowly pushes into you, inch by inch, dragging his cock against your walls before finally bottoming out, the head of his cock pushing up against your cervix. you arch your back, his name moaned out loudly as you grip his wrists tightly.

“theo!”

theo ceases his movements, letting you adjust to his size, your body writhing underneath his. you could feel him everywhere, and you couldn’t remember the last time you had felt more full. 

“cazzo—so fucking tight, so fucking good f’me,” theo bites out, his head falling down, his forehead resting against yours as he groans. he starts to slowly pull out and push in, thrusting in gently, letting you feel his cock along your folds deliciously.

whimpers of his name fall from your lips as you cling to his wrists, his fingers digging into the sheets next to your head. with each slow thrust, he kisses you softly, slipping his tongue into your mouth, swallowing your pretty moans.

he continues at this pace for what seems like forever, leaving you a whining, moaning mess under him as you roll your hips against his weakly, eyes rolled back at the overstimulation. you can feel his hard cock everywhere inside you, making you feel overwhelmingly full.

theo smirks against your mouth as he feels you clench around him, and he quickens his pace, pounding into you a little harder, your tits bouncing lightly underneath him.

“does that feel good, cara mia?” he coos, smirking at the dumb face you were making, your eyes rolled partway back, your mouth open, glossy red lips parted.

you let out a strangled moan in response, making him smile at you and kiss the tip of your nose. “i know it does, principessa. look at you, taking my cock so well, hm? like you were made for it.”

his words alone make a pressure appear deep inside your core, growing with every thrust of his cock and every word he speaks. “così bagnato per me, così facile scoparti (so wet for me, so easy to fuck you),” theo mumbles between grunts as his hips snap against yours.

the only sounds in his room are his whispers and the wet noises his cock makes when he pushes deep inside of your pussy. theo drives his cock slowly into you, making sure that he feels every single inch of your pussy around him, and that you feel his cock everywhere inside of you. and you do. the pressure inside you increases significantly as he finds an angle that makes his cockhead rub right up against that spot, making you moan out unintelligibly, your whole body shaking with intense pleasure.

“‘m so close theo, so so close,” you manage to mumble out quietly, pussy clenching around his cock as he maintains that angle and continues drilling into you.

your orgasm moves through your body in waves, leaving your legs shuddering around him, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. 

theo grunts as he pulls out and pushes back in slowly, a soft squelching sound as he buries himself in you, emptying his cum deep inside your pussy. he continues his pace, speeding up with each thrust, until you’re completely overstimulated, legs shaking, tears falling from your eyes, eyelids half-closed.

“c’mon bella one more. one more for me, yeah? i know you can take it, baby. that's right, cara mia,” theo mumbles into your ear as you let out a weak yelp, creaming around his cock for the third time that night.

he pulls out all the way, leaving on the tip of his cock teasing your entrance, before bottoming out inside of you with one rock of his hips, sheathing his whole length until his cockhead rubs up against your cervix. warm strings of his cum explode inside of you as you orgasm at the same time, eyes closed as your breathing hitches.

"sei così carina, tesoro (you’re so pretty, baby)," theo murmurs into your ear as he rocks his hips against you, making sure all his cum stays in, his voice barely above a whisper, "non ti meriti niente di male (i’m not letting anything bad happen to you)."

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[surfingrealities]

It started with a drunken one night stand.

You and Theodore swore it was just that. You slept together because you both were absolutely hammered and didn't know better.

Your friends would've believed that explanation and went on with their days, if they didn't notice the way you two began disapearing into empty broom closets together at the random. If they didn't notice the bedroom eyes you two gave one another, the way you two began spending more and more time together.

The fact you two were hooking up was obvious. Like you weren't even trying to hide how obsessed you were with eachothers bodies.

Yet you two thought you were being secretive about it. You thought nobody knew.

The group was sick of you two sneaking around, wanted nothing more to catch the both of you in the act so you would have to admit to actively sleeping together.

So they did.

- - -

The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed throughout the dorm room. The green comforter of your bed pushed to the floor, sheets all jumbled up.

"F..Fuck!" You practically screamed, as Theodore thrusted particularly hard into you. Your back arching against him as your hands desperately gripped your sheets. Face stuffed into your pillow.

Theodore's hands gripped your ass, purposely trying to leave handprints. The idea of marking you always got him so worked up.

"Thats it.. Take my cock just like that, princess."

He growled out, grinding his hips into yours with every thrust.

The head of his cock kissed so perfectly against your g-spot it drove you mad. Everything was so fucking perfect. You felt that coil in your lower abdomen tighten.

"So close.. Mmm.. Oh! I'm so-.."

You tried to warn, causing him to rub one of his hands up and down your back to sooth you. Not once slowing his pace as he felt you tighten around him.

"I know, pretty.. Let go for me."

He mumbled, knowing just a few more thrusts would take you there.

The dorm room's door creaked open, causing Theodore's head to cock to the side and look over. His pace hesitated for a second, before he scoffed at the sight of your friends and focused on you again.

Noticing you hadn't heard the door, he picked his pace back up, one of his hands sneaking down to play with your clit.

He didn't care if your friends watched, infact, good for them. All he knew was the fact nothing was going to stop him from making his girl cum.

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I really should stop writing at night. Tired drabble, just wanted to get the idea off my mind.

[nottsangel]

love island!theo desperately craved some privacy with you, which was nearly impossible with the cameras rolling at all times. that’s why he decided to drag you out of the villa in the middle of the night for some alone time in the pool.

“so… why couldn’t you just fuck me in the bed?” you giggle, your arms wrapped around his neck and your legs secured around his waist as he holds you up against the pool’s edge. his fingers eagerly tug at your bikini strings underwater, and you can tell he’s growing impatient, his hard erection firmly pressed against your throbbing cunt.

“because there’s no night vision in these cameras here.” he explains in a low tone, a sly smirk tugging at his lips as subtly nods at the cameras pointed right at you. curiously, you glance around, suddenly hyper-aware of them, but you trust him—and quickly forget about the cameras as desire fully consumes you.

you feel his hand creeping towards your dripping core, fingers tantalisingly teasing you over the fabric of your bikini bottoms, drawing a soft, needy whimper from your parted lips as your brows furrow. his other hand possessively squeezes your ass, enjoying how you respond to his touch as he gazes down at you with an amused, cocky expression on his face, knowing exactly how to turn you into putty in his arms.

“don’t want anyone seeing you when i fuck you— not even the other islanders.” he adds, his thumb now gently rubbing circles on your swollen clit, the ache between your legs only growing stronger. the hunger and desire are evident in theo’s stunning blue eyes, illuminated by the moonlight as they linger on your lips, his head slightly tilted.

“possessive much, huh?” you tease, eyeing him with that seductive gaze he can’t ever resist. this side of him—raw, possessive, dominant—turns you on more than you’d like to admit, your breathing becoming rapid and uneven and your hips eagerly grinding against him, earning a low, needy groan from him.

“mhm, ‘course i am. don’t want anyone hearing those pretty moans.” he growls against your neck, trailing wet, open-mouthed kisses along your jawline as his hand dips inside your bikini bottoms, a soft moan escaping you. his digits tease your soaked entrance, your cunt fluttering around emptiness as your arousal builds with each second, desperate to feel him deep inside you.

“and that face you make when you cum?” he whispers right into your ear, his hot breath against your skin sending a shiver down your spine. “that’s for me and me only.” your manicured nails press into the skin of his shoulders in desperation and yearning, your body silently pleading for more— signaling that you need him. now.

“theo… please—”

“so needy, hm? i got you, baby. i’ll fuck you so good, you won’t even think about coupling up with another man after i’m done with you. you’re my girl and i’ll make sure to keep it that way.”

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[lov3notts]

hot tub

Theodore Nott x F!Reader

Summary: Theo can't keep his hands off you after seeing you in a swim suit, but lack the privacy to really show you how much craves you, I guess the the hot tub will do for now

warnings: smut, semi-public, cream pie, use of pet names, kinda both point of views?? idk

a/n: had the sudden motivation to write!! also I've made a library blog(consists of me only rebloging all of my work)

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Theodore's eyes darken with desire as he watches you approach the hot tub, your figure accentuated by the revealing swimsuit. A slow smile spreads across his face as he takes in the sight of you, his gaze lingering on your curves. 

As you slip into the hot tub, the warm water envelops your body, sending a shiver of pleasure through you. You settle in next to Theodore, the heat of his body radiating against your skin.

His hand finds your thigh, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your smooth skin, softly massaging you. You tilt your head back, your eyes fluttering closed as you relax into his touch.

"Mmm, that feels nice baby " you murmur, a soft smile playing at your lips.

God the way his hands hit all the right spots

Fuck, he was hard. He was so hard. It'd be so so easy to tug you into his lap and fuck you senseless , but no. He wasn't gonna go that far. not yet anyways

Luckily, the bubbling of the hot tub made it difficult to peer under the surface. Everything was warped and bubbly, and only slight silhouettes were visible. Theo was about to take that shit to his advantage.

"Come here, amore" he murmurs, his voice low and seductive

Before you can respond, he tugs you onto his lap, your body settling against his in the warm water. You gasp, your hands instinctively gripping his shoulders for balance

Theodore's hand slides around your waist, tugging you closer until you're straddling his lap. You gasp as you feel his hardness pressing insistently against your core through the water.

"I need you so fucking bad" he groans, grinding his rock-hard cock against your core. "Need to be inside you. Need to feel your tight little cunt squeezing my dick."

His lips find your neck, trailing hot, wet kisses along your skin. You moan softly, your head falling back as you surrender to his touch.

Theodore's hand continues its torturous exploration beneath the surface of the water, his fingers dancing along your sensitive skin.

His touch is maddening, alternating between feather-light caresses and firm, purposeful strokes. You squirm in his grasp, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps

He captures your lips in a searing kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth with a hunger that steals your breath away. You moan into his mouth, your fingers tangling in his dark brown locks.

His fingers tracing the curve of your breast. You bite your lip, trying to stifle the moan that threatens to escape. The heat of the water and the intensity of Theodore's touch are almost too much to bear.

Around you, his friends continue their conversation, seemingly unaware of the passion simmering just beneath the surface. They laugh and joke, splashing each other playfully in the cool water of the pool.

Theodore's hand slips lower, his fingers skimming over your stomach and towards the waistband of your swimsuit bottoms. You gasp, your hips instinctively lifting to give him better access.

"Theo" you breathe, your voice barely above a whisper. "We can't... Not here."

But even as you say the words, you can feel your resolve crumbling under the weight of his touch. The risk, the thrill of possibly being caught, only serves to heighten your arousal.

Theodore's hand cups you intimately, his fingers stroking your most sensitive spot. He nuzzles your neck, his teeth grazing your sensitive skin as he whispers,

"Relax, tesoro. No one's paying attention to us. They think we're just a couple being affectionate."

His fingers dip lower, slipping beneath the fabric of your swimsuit. You gasp, your body tensing at the intimate contact. Theodore chuckles, the sound low and seductive.

"See? Nothing to worry about. Just enjoy it."

"Theo, please" you whisper, your voice trembling. "Not here. Someone might see."

Theo’s hand slips further, his fingers delving deeper. You cry out, the sound muffled by his lips as he captures your mouth in a heated kiss. His tongue plunders your mouth, matching the rhythm of his hand's movements.

Theodore's hand slides lower, his fingers tracing the curve of your hip. You bite your lip, your body responding to his touch despite your best efforts to resist. The game, the thrill of the chase, it's all so intoxicating. You can feel yourself being drawn in deeper and deeper, unable to resist the pull of Theodore's touch.

His tongue delving into your mouth with a hunger that steals your breath away. You moan into his mouth, your body pressing closer to his.

Around you, the party continues, the music pulsing and the laughter ringing out. But in your little corner of the hot tub, it's just you and Theodore, lost in a world of your own making.

you let your own hands start to explore his body. Your fingers trace the defined lines of his chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath his skin. He groans softly, his head falling back as you tease him.

"That's it, amore" he encourages, his voice low and husky. "Touch me. Make me feel good."

Your hand slides lower, skimming over his abs and down to the waistband of his swim trunks. You can feel him twitch beneath your touch, his body responding to your boldness.

Theodore's hands grow bolder, tugging at your swimsuit until the fabric is pulled aside, exposing your most intimate parts. You gasp, your body tensing at the sudden exposure.

"Theo, wait," you whisper urgently, glancing around to make sure no one is watching.

"Someone might see!"

But Theo just smirks, his fingers teasing your sensitive flesh. "Let them see. I want them to know that you're mine."

His words are like a spell, and you find yourself surrendering to the sensation, your hips lifting to meet his touch. Theodore positions himself, his hardness pressing against your entrance. His body slipping inside yours with a breathy gasp.

“Fuck theo-” You moan softly as he fills you, your body stretching to accommodate his size.

Theodore leans in, his lips brushing against your ear as he murmurs,

"That's it, bella. Take all of me. god you feel so good."

His words send a shiver of pleasure through you, and you start to move, your hips rocking against his. Theodore groans, his grip on your hips tightening.

He starts to move, his hips rocking against yours in a slow, steady rhythm. You gasp, your fingers digging into his shoulders as you try to muffle your moans. 

the music and laughter fading into the background as you lose yourself to the sensation of Theodore inside you. You cling to him, your body moving with his, meeting each thrust with your own desperate motions.

he groans, his voice low and strained.  "You feel so good. So tight and wet around me."

He groans softly, his fingers digging into your hips as he guides you down further. You moan, your nails raking down his back as you adjust to his size.

"That's it, tesoro," he breathes, his voice strained with desire. "Be a good girl and take all of me. i know you can & i know you want too"

& you do want to. More than anything. But the fear of being caught, the knowledge that anyone could stumble upon you at any moment, only serves to heighten your arousal.

Theodore captures your lips in a kiss. His tongue plunders your mouth, matching the rhythm of your hips. You cling to him, your body arching into his as you lose yourself to the pleasure.

you find yourself moving faster, your body craving release. Theodore meets your every movement , his hands roaming your body with a hunger that matches your own.

As the pleasure builds, you can feel your climax approaching.

”theo-  i - fuckk, feels so good” You bury your face in Theodore's neck, muffling your moans as you teeter on the brink.

"What's the matter, baby?" he murmurs, his voice low and seductive. "Can't handle a little fun in the hot tub?"

He punctuates his words with a particularly deep thrust, his hips rocking against yours in a slow, steady rhythm. You gasp, your fingers digging into his shoulders as you try to muffle your moans.

Theodore chuckles, his breath hot against your ear as he continues to move inside you.

His thrusts are slow and deep, designed to bring you both to the brink of ecstasy without drawing too much attention. His breath coming in short, sharp gasps. your body moving with his, meeting each thrust with your own desperate motions.

“god- I love watching you take me," he groans, his voice strained with pleasure. "cum for me. Let me feel you tighten around me."

As Theodore's thrusts grow faster and harder, you feel your own climax building, a coil of tension winding tighter and tighter in your core. Your moans grow louder, your body trembling with the intensity of your pleasure.

Theodore's hand slides between your bodies, his fingers finding your most sensitive spot.

He rubs in tight, circular motions, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

Suddenly, you cry out, your body convulsing with the force of your release. Wave after wave of pleasure crashes over you, your inner walls clenching around Theodore as you ride out your orgasm.

Theodore groans, his hips jerking as he spills himself inside you, his own release triggered by yours. You cling to him, your body shaking with the aftershocks of your climax.

Slowly, you come down from your high, your breathing slowly returning to normal.

You blush, your heart still pounding in your chest. The thrill of what you've just done, the risk you've taken, it's all still sinking in.

Theodore chuckles softly, his hand sliding up your back.

 "Don't worry, Amore. Our little secret."

He presses a soft kiss to your temple, and you find yourself melting into his embrace, your body still tingling with the aftershocks of your forbidden tryst.

He nips at your earlobe, his teeth grazing your skin and sending a shiver of pleasure down your spine.

"But don't think this is over" he continues, his voice low and seductive. "I'm going to want more of you, Dolcezza. Much more."

His hand slides lower, his fingers teasing the sensitive skin of your inner thigh.

"In fact," he purrs, his breath hot against your ear "I think I've got a few ideas for how we can spend the rest of the night. Ideas that don't involve a hot tub or an audience."

He pulls back, his dark eyes meeting yours, a promise of pleasure and mischief dancing in their depths.

"What do you say, baby?" he asks, his voice a low, seductive purr. "Let's get out of here, shall we? I've got a few things I want to show you."

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[leeny-leens]

"Please, don't leave"

But it's Theodore Nott horrified at his own anger, the one he's gotten from his father. The anger that has him growing horns and fangs that bury deep into the flesh, claws that rip everything apart.

It's Theodore Nott scared that even the most marginal bit of anger will turn him into a monster like his father was and begging you to please see past it, see him as you always have because if you of all people stop seeing him, was he ever capable of being anything more than a rotten clump of evil and dark?

And so against his better judgment, he sinks to his knees and holds onto you for dear life, begging and babbling through his tears asking you to please not leave him, he doesn't know what to do if the only person who's made him feel remotely human were to leave.

And you can't help but cry at the sight of the boy who thinks his anger makes him a monster, the boy who thinks any sort of reaction or emotion means he's like his father, damned to hurt anyone he loves.

Therefore you just pull him up and take his hand, hugging him tightly as you comfort him, reminding him that while his anger might be scary to him, he isn't scary, he isn't monstrous and he isn't bad. He asks you if you'll leave, and you reply asking him if he wants some space. He can only shake his head in silence, his hands tightening around you like you're his anchor in the raging storm. His voice is hoarse when he asks you to stay the night, stay by his side because he can't bear waking up to see you gone like everyone else.

And that night, you don't leave. Not even when night turns into morning, or when evening comes around. You stay by his side, steady and calm and he thinks that maybe, just maybe, he isn't a monster after all.

[winnie1emon]

✧.* what happens if you see your ex-boyfriend, theodore nott, at a halloween party?

ex!bf!theo x fawn!reader (fem pov)

word count: approx. 2.7k

cw: MDNI!!, smut, dom!theo, innocent!reader, piv, unprotected sex, creampie, tit sucking/fondling, oral sex (f receiving), praise, rekindling

a/n: last minute, sleep deprived, and not proof-read halloween treat ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

You stirred awake as you heard your dorm room's door click shut and saw a glimpse of your roommate's hair disappearing from view. She was undoubtedly headed to the infamous yearly Halloween party in the Room of Requirement.

You had previously declined her offer to go with her, deciding to spend most of your time moping over your ex-boyfriend, Theodore Nott.

Two weeks prior you had your heart broken when you called things off with him. Your peers had convinced you it was the right thing to do at the time as he never paid you any attention, seemingly avoiding you constantly for no good reason, sometimes days at a time. Although you initiated the separation, you wasted no time in mourning the early stages of your relationship; the moments where you would be alone with him, talking to him, kissing him, and the times you guys almost said you loved each other.

You fluffed up your pillows, preparing yourself to lay down and think of Theodore until you slept like you had been doing for the past week when you heard more shuffling outside your dorm room. It seemed like everybody would be attending the Halloween party.

Dreading the idea that he'd probably be wooing someone new, you sat back up and groaned, forcing yourself up onto your feet and into your bathroom. You stared back at yourself in the mirror; puffy-eyed and your nose tinged pink. You felt the sudden urge to go, feeling your time would be better spent seeing a few familiar faces and dancing out your blues.

You had a small problem though.

You vaguely recalled seeing the bustling students leave wearing costumes, but given the spontaneous nature of your new feelings, you had nothing to wear. You tentatively looked around your bathroom and then at your full dorm, hoping for a costume to spawn from thin air. Biting your lip, your eyes landed on a headband of fuzzy deer ears and short plush antlers.

Theodore had bought you the headband in Hogsmeade during your first date as a way to poke fun at your meek demeanor. You contemplated wearing the headband, allowing yourself a quick Halloween if you simply did the makeup. Against your better judgment, you put it on before propping yourself in front of your vanity to do the deer makeup you so saw often on your Pinterest feed. Luckily, your closet consisted of many warm browns with white accents, granting you the ability to not have to freak over finding matching clothing.

You took a final breath before walking out the door, headed towards an evening of branching out.

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Theodore's gaze lingered around the room, his face stoic, as he seemingly tried to look for someone.

"Someone missing his girl?" Draco teased, pinching his cheek.

Shoving him lightly with his shoulder, Theodore turned his face towards his pestering friend. "Don't smudge m'fucking makeup." He groaned inwardly as he saw no sign of you after his eyes finished their fourth round around the room. "I'm not looking for anyone either. Don't got a girl."

"Ohh yeah, we forgot," Lorenzo snorted beside him. Theodore seemed unamused, brushing past him and bumping his shoulder on the way.

"Seems angry," Blaise said, stifling a laugh.

"Would be too if I lost what he did," Draco shrugged.

Theodore Nott stalked around the perimeter of the large crowd, avoiding the large wings and costumes present. He took a swig out of his red solo cup, about to give up before seeing you walk in.

Seeing your face illuminated in the party's dim lighting, his lips parted slightly, soaking in the way you looked so graceful when entering, yet so lost.

Your headband piqued his interest. His brows furrowing, he tilted his head slightly to get a better view. Definitely his.

You walked around the room, the heel of your shoes clicking. You caught a glimpse of someone with their face completely obscured by their skeleton makeup, but there was no mistaking those eyes.

No way were you going to purposefully talk to him, the sting of your breakup still apparent. You headed towards the drinks, acting as if you were in your element when truth be told, you didn't care for drinking. You stood awkwardly at the table, looking for your friends to no avail.

You saw him striding towards you in the corner of your eyes and quickly scattered to an area with a larger crowd. Planning to circle back to the drinks table to throw him off, you weaved through the people, getting small peeks at different costumes; an American cowboy, a devil, and a very strange furry octopus.

You grabbed a red cup from the table, bringing the emptiness to your lips to fake a sip, your eyes scanning the room intensely, relieved that you lost him.

Your heart was beating faster than usual, a small bead of sweat forming on your forehead. You adjusted the headband to not fall off and straightened your top.

Coming was a mistake. The dark lighting made it difficult for you to locate your friends, Theodore was looking as handsome normal as ever, and the room seemed to shrink with each step you took.

A bit jumpy from nervousness, you started to fill a cup of oddly green punch before feeling a large hand clamp down on your wrist. Flinching, you immediately looked at the one responsible and met their piercing blue eyes.

"Avoiding me?" he said.

The way he said it like he didn't really care, only bothering to use two words like you both hadn't been pretending not to stare at each other for two weeks made you uneasy.

Pulling your hand away, you swallowed before answering. "No."

Your voice made him smile, his face clearly finding humor in your denial.

God, he looked so handsome with the skull makeup.

He placed his hands on both of your shoulders, pulling slightly away from you to get a better view of your face. "I missed you. Did you miss me?"

Unconvinced by him, you looked at him suspiciously, your body taut. "No," you said again. Frowning slightly, he dropped his hands to his side and said,

"I'm serious. I really did."

Your face started to heat up and you bit the inside of your cheeks to contain yourself. You knew that if you didn't restrain yourself, you would immediately jump up into his arms and embrace him like old times.

"Okay," you said quietly. "That's cool." You tried to sound casual, pretending like you didn't notice his gaze flickering to your deer ears and antlers.

"I like the uh, the makeup," he complimented you, gesturing towards his own face.

"Same to you. Skull-- very nice." You nodded slowly, unsure of the conversation's direction.

"Thanks. That mine?" he asked you, pointing at your headband.

Turning pink, you gave a small chuckle. "Uh yeah, just you know--" you said dismissively. "No costume..."

"Ah, I see I see. So, you here with someone?"

"No, no I'm not." You felt a bit surprised by his question, it seemed somewhat bold in a way. You both stood around some more, staring at each other and then looking away only to subtly shift your arms together.

"Alright well, I'm gonna ask you again," he suddenly spoke up. "Did you miss me?"

You didn't want to answer him truthfully, yet you didn't want to just lie to him.

"I did."

It seemed as though those two words were all he needed to hear to do what he did next. Immediately moving his hands to your face, he leaned into a kiss, wasting no time in slipping his tongue into your mouth. It was far more different than the kisses you guys shared before, this time it felt like your mouths were on fire and the other person's was water; the only way to extinguish it. Your hands were still at your side, allowing him to do most of the work.

Pulling away, you swallowed thickly, trying to process what had just happened. He gave a small, amused huff before dropping his head down to face the ground as you stood there dazed.

"I don't think we should..." you started, trying to find the words. "Like just not here right...?"

Theodore looked at the lively party and nodded as he looked back at you. "You're right. Let's find someplace else."

He grabbed your hand lightly, walking you out the door, and leaving the party. You weren't sure why, but you let him, trailing behind him, trying to keep your steps light in the corridors.

"Come on, there's this classroom-- always unlocked," he smiled at you. "Bit far though," he added. You didn't mind. The anticipation and excitement of getting back with Theodore fogged your mind, shooting out every other piece of information that ever resided in your brain.

He brought you to the stairs and you started to descend, but your heels echoed loudly. "Careful, it's past curfew," he said, bringing a finger to his mouth.

"Sorry, sorry!" you whispered. "I can't it's my shoes."

Theodore stopped mid-step and so did you. His head darted around in all directions looking to see if someone was approaching. "Up you go," he said. Before you could possibly protest, he picked you up off the ground, allowing you to wrap your legs around his torso. He placed one of his hands around your back to support you, the other on your ass.

Despite the extra weight, he seemed to have no problem walking at his normal speed, quickly going down the many flights of stairs until you both reached the ground floor. He opened the door to a classroom, shutting it behind you guys before placing you to sit on the teacher's desk in the front of the room. You observed the classroom, your mouth slowly growing wider.

"Theo-- this is McGonagall's room! She's going to fucking kill us!"

He shook his head to reassure you. "She's not going to find out, don't worry."

You looked uncertain and he said nothing, trying to give you some time to believe him.

"Theo?" you piped up.

"Mm?" he answered, leaning on his hand placed on the table you sat on.

"Why did we break up?" you asked him.

He had a smirk on his face, but you could tell he felt as bad as you did. "What do you mean? You broke up with me."

"No I mean, why did we break up? Why did you start acting like that?" You drew invisible circles on the desk, adverting eye contact.

"I was an idiot," he scoffed. "I just- I just got scared. Always felt bad you were too good for me," he said, starting to get agitated with himself. "You're so sweet you know. I'm," he shrugged. He cupped your face with his hands, making you look at him.

"Didn't wanna drag you down with me."

You opened your mouth again to argue, but he brought his finger to your lips before leaning back in for another kiss. You felt his hands all over your body and you brought yours to his jawline. The kisses started soft, clean. But they became sloppy as he went down to kiss your neck.

"I'll be different now," he breathed out. "I promise."

His kisses grew more intense and you couldn't help but let out low whimpers as he reached the top of your chest. He took your shirt off, taking a step back to admire the view of you in your lacy white bra. He unclasped your bra, hanging it on the handle of McGonagall's closet next to her desk.

Never having gotten this far in your previous relationship, he gave a low gasp, cupping one of your tits in his large hands. Fondling you lightly, he then pinched a nipple between his fingers, suppressing his laughter as he watched you squirm on the desk. He bent over slightly taking the other nipple in his mouth.

Having his hand on your tit, combined with him gently sucking the other, you gave out quiet moans, clawing at the edge of McGonagall's desk. Pulling his head away, a string of saliva still connecting his lips to your nipple, he stood back up, bringing his hands to your waist.

He pulled your skirt down your thighs, letting it fall to your ankles. He kneeled down on the ground, shuffling closer to you.

The sight of his face between your legs, his face with the skeleton makeup on, practically had you shaking in excitement. He kept his eyes on you the whole time; as he moved the underwear sticking to your wet cunt aside, lightly trailed a finger over your wet folds, and as he moved his head closer, slipping his hot tongue into you.

"Mmm, T-theo..." you whined as he brought his tongue deeper inside of you. He flicked his tongue around, exploring freely, the sounds coming out sounding far more erotic than what you were used to.

His tongue slipped out of your cunt, and he used it to circle around your clit, eliciting shaky moans from your mouth as you bought your hands to his hair. Your eyes began to water and you felt your orgasm nearing. About to crush his skull with the way you wanted to squeeze your thighs together, your legs shook against the sides of his head.

Theodore placed his hands on your knees, spreading your legs further apart, continuing to travel around your folds with his tongue with increased speed. Before you could orgasm, he pulled away suddenly, making you whine loudly in surprise.

"Theodore..." you said, tugging on his hair. He stood up and began to unbuckle his belt, slipping his pants off.

"Be patient sweetheart," he smiled. His boxers fell down his legs next, his glistening cock springing out. You placed your hands behind your back on the desk to support yourself as you stayed seated and he guided the tip of his cock with your entrance.

You felt a bit afraid, this being your first time having sex with Theodore, and it seemed like he could tell because he tilted your chin up softly and said, "I'll go slow okay?"

You nodded sheepishly, letting him push into you slowly. A tear rolled down your face, some of your deer makeup coming off. He let out a guttural moan as he inserted his large cock fully into your cunt, beginning to move slowly in and out of you.

"F-fuck," you whispered. He found your reaction cute when you looked wide-eyed at him, face contorting with pleasure.

"Got it?" he asked you. You nodded quickly, giving him the message that you were okay. "Yeah, yeah... you can take it," he whispered in your ear.

He went at a moderate pace, not wanting to overexert you for your first time.

"Theo-- Theo!" you huffed out. He stopped, backing away so that only the head of his cock was still in your sopping cunt.

"Yeah, what's up? Are you okay?" he said in concern.

"Faster..." you requested meekly. "Please?"

Surprised but not complaining, he gave a lowly chuckle, practically grinning from ear to ear.

"If that's what my good girl wants."

He increased his pace, thrusting into you quickly. Your soaking folds allowed him back in every time he pulled out. He took your tits into his hands again, twisting and pinching as he simultaneously pumped in and out of you.

Both of your moans filled the room; his low and paced, yours messy and uncontrolled.

You neared an orgasm again and you could tell he was about to come as his hair became mussed and a light layer of sweat glistened on him.

"Shit... Do you want me to come inside? Is that what you want?"

"Y-yes!" you answered desperately. Your legs shook and you threw your head back as your orgasm washed over you, his following suit right after.

His ropes of release filled your insides, beginning to seep out. He pulled out, looking at the mess he made you. He readjusted the headband on you.

"I love you."

You looked at him, mouth somewhat agape before uttering, "I love you too."

He grabbed your head, planting a kiss on your forehead before helping you off the desk and onto your feet. You looked at him hesitantly.

"Does this mean I'm your girl again?"

"Well..." he feigned uncertainty, giving you a gallic shrug.

"Don't tease..." you complained, leaning into him.

"Sorry, y'know I can't help it," he grinned. "And you never stopped being my girl."

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[ahqkas]

Theodore who wakes up to the lack warmth in the bed from gf!reader, he’s confused on where she is but sees a light in the bathroom. As he opens the bathroom door, he figures out that his gf actually has curly hair and she was just straightening her hair. He’s now intrigued and shock at this little secret his girlfriend’s been hiding from him

BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE BEAUTIFUL PROBLEMS ; theodore nott

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THEODORE NOTT STIRRED AWAKE, IMMEDIATELY NOTICING THE ABSENCE OF YOUR WARMTH BESIDE HIM. The soft morning light peeked through the curtains, casting a gentle glow across the dormitory. Confusion prickled at the edges of his sleepy mind as he reached out, only to find the bed empty.

Sitting up, he rubbed his eyes and scanned the room. A faint light seeped from under the bathroom door, accompanied by the soft hum of your voice. Curiosity piqued, Theo swung his legs over the side of the bed and padded quietly across the room.

As he approached the door, he heard the unmistakable sound of a hair straightener and your humming. Puzzled, he gently pushed the door open and peeked inside. There you were, standing in front of the mirror, your expression focused as you ran the straightener through your hair.

It took Theo a moment to realize what he was seeing. Instead of the sleek, straight hair he was accustomed to, he saw the natural, curly texture of your hair peeking through as you worked on the next section. His eyes widened in surprise and intrigue. This was a side of you he had never seen before, a secret you had kept hidden until now.

For a moment, he simply watched you, captivated by the sight. The curls framed your face in a way that was both endearing and beautiful, giving you a softer, more natural look. It was a revelation, this glimpse into your morning routine, and it made him fall in love with you all over again.

You glanced up, catching his reflection in the mirror. Your eyes widened in surprise, a hint of embarrassment coloring your cheeks. Before you could say anything, Theo stepped into the room, a warm, affectionate smile spreading across his face.

"You look beautiful," he said softly, his voice filled with genuine admiration. He reached out, gently touching a curl that had yet to be straightened. "Why didn't you tell me about this?"

You looked down, a shy smile playing on your lips. "I didn't think it mattered," you replied, the tone of your voice barely above a whisper.

Theo shook his head, his hand moving to cup your cheek. "Everything about you matters to me," he said, his tone earnest. "I love seeing all the different sides of you."

Your eyes met his, the initial embarrassment fading into something warmer, more intimate. You put the straightener down and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into a tender embrace.

In that quiet, early morning moment, surrounded by the soft hum of the straightener and the gentle light of the bathroom, Theo felt his love for you deepen even more. You were his everything, with all your little secrets and quirks, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

[rafesslxt]

✧.* 𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐍‘ 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐄 | 𝐭.𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐭

જ⁀➴ tik tok trend that drives your bf Theo insane

: ̗̀➛ warnings: none

"Oh cara mia no, the last one wasn‘t funny. Please don‘t torture me again.." he sighs frustrated.

I giggle and and pull him after me towards the table with all the drinks on them, the rest of our friends already standing around it.

"I am not! I just wanna show you a tiktok trend."

He rolls his eyes way too dramatic for my liking but I ignore it and smile when I see everything I need in front of me.

I take a wine glass, his eyebrows raising at the sight and he whines. "Oh noo don‘t ruin the wine I am begging you amore!" He grabs the wine bottle and holds it out of my reach.

"Theo! Give me the bottle, I just wanna show you something!" I argue, trying to reach the wine bottle and sigh dramatic too now. "Pleeeease.“ I look at him with the best puppy eyes I have to offer so he gives in.

"Please don‘t make me questioning your brain again. Please." he almost begs and lets his right hand glide over his face in frustration and fear what I am about to do to his beloved wine.

"You‘re gonna drive him crazy some day." Enzo giggles and watches what I‘m about to do like the rest

I pour some wine into the glass and grab the little shovel for the ice and put some of them into the wine. "No love, no! You don‘t put ice in your wine."

"And theeen you take some sprite.." i start to pour some of it in too now and swirl the glass a little so the two liquids mix.

"Oh tesoro, qual è il punto, è un peccato!" Theo starts throwing hands into the air and curses as If I killed someone he loves.

"Wait that actually looks good, let me try." Mattheo says, taking the glass out of my hand and and taking a sip. "Damn this does taste good!" he laughs after swallowing down.

"Oh stai scherzando!“ Theo groans when he see‘s all of his friends trying it too and actually liking it. "Baby please try it, I promise you it is good." "Oh no principessa not in a million years." he says disgusted.

"Fineee but you are missing out." "Please don‘t do this when you meet my parents for the first time." he begs me in a still frustrated tone. "No don‘t worry Theo. I‘ll drink my espresso together with my pasta like a pro." "WHAT?! Oh caro dio aiutami per favore.."

i would love to do something like that with him omgggg this would be so funnyyy

also i love short little things like that, should i do them more often? 🤞🏻

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