#dom harry potter

[knittedjumpersandleatherjackets]

Notoriety - Drarry

Harry Prefers to be known for some things more than others.

Warnings - a/b/o dynamics, alpha!harry, omega!draco, pwp, p in a smut, begging, slight d/s dynamics, i'm wary of tagging tbh don't want it taken down

Harry Potter is known for a lot of things. He has been since shortly after his first birthday.

He's known for defeating the Dark Lord twice, for fighting in a Wizarding War, for winning said war, for being the youngest Professor in Hogwarts, and for being Witch Weekly's most eligible bachelor for eighty-three consecutive weeks.

He's also known for being the coolest godfather ever, the best friend a man could have, and for being the most awesome professor ever. All three of these are the accomplishments Harry relishes in having, clinging to those compliments when the others attempt to be too heavy to carry.

He's been accused of many other things.

Never this. Never in his wildest dreams had he hoped or even allowed himself to hope for this.

Draco Malfoy was willingly in his company, willingly stepping between Harry's spread thighs with flushed red cheeks.

Things were tentative, still just new to them both.

"You have to be the most self-restrained Alpha I've ever come across," Draco murmured, lowering himself to his knees.

No one had ever accused Harry of having self-restraint. Especially not Hogwarts' newest Potion Master. The second youngest Professor to ever be employed by Hogwarts.

"Is that so?" Harry's voice had dipped several octaves, coming out closer to a growl as Draco rested his hands on Harry's thighs. He smelled overbearingly sweet, the scent resting on Harry's tongue and reminding him of Honeyduke's most decadent chocolate.

"I've never had the issue of having to beg before, Harry." Draco looked up through his lashes, biting on his bottom lip. "But if that's what it will take then I'm willing to."

Harry freed Draco's lip with his thumb, smoothing the teeth mark gently. Draco's eyes were almost black as he slipped the digit into his mouth, letting his tongue brush the pad of Harry's thumb.

"Isn't there a three-date rule?" Harry chuckled, pressing down on Draco's tongue, trapping it so he couldn't speak, could use the usual Malfoy snark. "I'm trying to be a gentleman, to court you."

In truth, Harry had wanted to bend Draco over the hardwood of his office desk that day he had approached Harry tentatively on his first day in Hogwarts. He had come to make amends as if Harry could hold a grudge against the man.

As if Harry had a choice. As if he hadn't been half in love with him since they were children. The obsessive stalking, the dreams that had plagued him since he had first presented at sixteen.

There was something confusing about wanking yourself raw every time he spotted the man he was supposed to hate so fervently. Especially in the midst of a war where they had fallen on opposites sides.

But this Draco Malfoy, Professor Draco Malfoy, was no angst-ridden teenager. He was for all intents and purposes, the most attractive Omega Harry had ever seen.

Long graceful limbs, hair that had been grown out just long enough for Harry to wrap his fist in, and an arse that Harry had a hard time taking his eye off.

Harry watched saliva pool along the sides of his thumb, dribbling down Draco's chin as Harry kept his thumb in place, keeping the Omega silent.

Draco mewled, his hands sliding further up his thighs to the button of the Alpha's slacks. Harry allowed Draco to undo his button but caught his hands with his free one when they moved to his zipper. He stared Draco down when he swallowed roughly and dipped his head slightly in deference.

"I'm trying to treat you as I should. Trying to be chivalrous, walking you back to your door every night, buying you flowers, and treating you like a proper Omega should be treated." Harry reminded him. He pressed harder down on Draco's tongue when he attempted to speak. Instead, a garbled moan fell from his lips.

Harry arched into Draco's hands, pressing them tighter to his crotch with his own hands. "Coming back to my own chambers and fucking my fist thinking of that tight little hole."

Draco's eyes rolled in his head as he began to suck on Harry's thumb in earnest, flexing his hands. "You don't want to be treated right, do you?"

Draco blinked, attempting to focus on Harry's words but he was too far gone, his arousal permeating the air like a vat of Amortentia. Harry inhaled deeply, his cock throbbing. Draco flexed his hands again.

"You don't want me to buy you flowers or drop you off at your chambers every night, do you? You want me to drag you back to my own chambers and fill that tight little hole, don't you?" Harry released Draco's hands, batting them away to undo his own zipper. He freed his cock with a hiss.

Draco's hands fell down by his side as his breath heaved and his eyes locked on the almost angry-looking tip of Harry's cock like he was a starving man. "So here's what we're going to do. You're going to prep yourself, get that tight little hole all wet and loose for me. I'm going to stroke my cock and if you're ready before I come then you can sit on my cock. If not, well then I guess it's your hard luck."

Harry released Draco's tongue, spreading the saliva on it over his cock and groaning to himself. Draco watched with rapt attention, quivering in place. Harry smirked, stroking himself from root to tip before Draco spurred into action.

He vanished his trousers and pants, rather than move from his kneeled position, and his scent's potency increased tenfold. Harry groaned again, speeding his hand up and twisting his wrist just how he liked it.

He'd had a lot of time to perfect his wanking ability, none more so than in the last three months since Draco had joined the faculty. He was surprised he hadn't given himself carpal tunnel with how often he had found himself thinking of Draco exactly like this.

The man in question was moaning loudly, bouncing on the fingers he had unceremoniously shoved inside himself. He was sweating, a red flush spreading down his chest. Harry had missed him vanishing his shirt.

"That's it, baby. Just like that." Harry grunted, fucking up into his fist. "Show me how you fuck yourself while thinking of me."

Draco's eyes rolled in his head but he focused on Harry's cock again, adding another finger if his moan was anything to go by. Harry pressed his thumb against the gland that ran the length of his cock and bucked up again, clenching his jaw.

Draco appraised him with hooded eyes before deciding he'd had enough and scrambled up to straddle Harry's lap. When Harry attempted to push his trousers down Draco shook his head, one hand replacing Harry's and dropping himself down on Harry's cock.

"Let me get these off." Harry insisted, hand on his trousers again. Draco shook his head, freezing on Harry's cock as he bottomed out. His arse clenched and the tight heat had Harry restraining himself from thrusting up.

"Leave 'em on. It's hotter." Draco insisted. Harry smirked at Draco's very obvious interest in this power play, leaving him at Harry's mercy. before he could tease Draco about it his words were cut off by a loud growl as Draco began to bounce on Harry's cock.

"So good, so fucking good." Draco whimpered, falling forward to press his face against Harry's bonding gland, inhaling deeply.

"So fucking tight, Jesus Draco." Harry couldn't fight the urge, wrapping an arm around Draco's waist and fucking up into him. Draco was babbling incoherently now, every second word was Harry's name.

Slick dripped down Harry's cock, a sticky mess on his balls and thighs and he was sure that he'd smell of Draco for days to come, all of which drove Harry to fuck into Draco harder and faster.

"Please, please," Draco begged against Harry's neck, his hot breath making Harry's hair stand on end. "Knot me, knot me, knot me."

"That what you want, baby? You want to be the perfect little Omega, taking my knot, huh?" Harry growled against Draco's shoulder before biting down on the soft flesh.

Draco howled, babbling incomprehensibly again. Harry could feel the beginning of his knot, that familiar heat that had his eyes clenching shut. "Don't know if it'll fit, if you can handle me."

"Please, I can. It will fit." Draco wailed desperately. "I'll be so good, I promise. Alpha, please."

Harry tilted his head back as he thrust up, pushing the knot into Draco who screamed. Harry thrust shallowly, pulling at Draco's abused rim. "Please, please."

Three more shallow thrusts had Draco clenching down impossibly tight and cumming between their bodies. He sagged against Harry, hitching sobs as Harry continued to fuck into him, chasing his own release.

"Wan' it, Alpha. Please." Draco whimpered, clenching around Harry's knot. Harry gave in, allowing the sensation to pull him under, his hands clenching into Draco's hips as his vision whited out and he came.

When Harry blinked his eyes open again he smiled gently down at the Omega who was purring contentedly in Harry's arms. Hary stroked a hand up and down Draco's sweat-slicked back and the Omega sat up, clenching accidentally around Harry's knot.

He wore a soft smile, bashful after everything. Harry raised a hand to cup his cheek and pulled him into a sweet kiss, more than aware he hadn't kissed Draco since they were leaving the restaurant they had dinner in.

"Sweet boy." Harry hummed when he pulled away. Draco groaned, attempting to hide his smile in Harry's hand. "How do you feel?"

"So good." Draco stretched, clenching down on Harry again. This time it wasn't an accident. "Think you can go again, old man?"

"You're older than me." Harry protested with a laugh. "'sides, maybe we should let this knot go down first."

"Why?" Draco asked, bouncing himself shallowly. His own cock began to stir with interest and Harry felt his breath catch as he looked over his Omega.

His head was thrown back, one hand against Harry's chest for balance and the other on his own cock. "Alpha, my Alpha."

That one might be Harry's favorite thing to be known for these days.

[ratatouille-us]

Drarry Fanfic

The fanfic is set for a couple of years after hog warts and Harry is an assassin, Ron and hermione are also part of it. Harry is tasked with protecting Draco ( I can’t remember why). I remember one scene where they were at a party and Harry had been with the host of the party before and Draco got jealous and they got in a fight. Harry is very dominant and kind of mean.

[theheartbrokenones]

Me & My Demons

Okay sooooo I was like hmm this little plot won't go away, it caught me and held me hostage so I Have to share it with everyone. There will be Harry point of view of everything and let me say, you def want to look at Blaise point of view in his story and explaining of things. But let me give you a look into Harry's Introduction. ❤️❤️❤️

You are my first Hello. My hated Goodbye. The first person I think of in the morning and my desired dreams. You're never too selfish, my love because if your love is selfish then I am the greediest man there is to live. I want to own you not just in mind body or soul but in everything in your life. I wish to hide you in away so only I can lay my eyes on your beauty, to be blessed with your smile and hear your laughter. — Unknown

Harry looked at his ‘aunt’ Petunia as if she was but a bug that he was going to dissect. She was shaking while making breakfast for her family under his watchful eyes looking for a mistake. He was tall for a seven-year-old and filled out. 

 “I will be visiting the Ibrahim family.” My real family was left unspoken making her flinch at the name of the family that lived down the street from them. 

“Y-yes, that is fine.” A smile crossed his face, enjoying the fear he was seeing. “I expect you and others to behave without me having to remind you.”

A whimper fell from her lips, they couldn’t afford if Vernon lost another finger or toe to an ’accident’. “Then I shall take my leave.” With that he spun on his heel walking away, it was summer break and wanted to see his Ahki and Okht. 

Harry walked down the street, he narrowed his eyes seeing curtain movement across the street. That women is always watching me… I’ll tell bābā about this. With that he moved faster before pulling his own personal key out to unlock the door for private drive Seven.

“Marhaba Hashim.” He hears from the kitchen as smell of delicious breakfast that makes his stomach growl. He steps out of his shoes and place them in the cubby in the corner. He shuffles to the kitchen looking at the woman he consider his mom, the one who took him in as if he was her own child. 

“Hello Omm.” He greets back, today she was wearing a black dress with golden leaf embroider in the dress. Her hair was hidden by her by hijab that matched her dress, today fashion style was the al-amira. 

“Sit down, the others will be down. Today we will be going over your lessons and practicing wandless magic before visiting the bank.” Her lip slightly curled up slightly before smoothing back out was the only indicator of visiting the creatures at Gringotts bank. 

“Of course Omm, I will be sure bābā and I will be as quick as possible.” He did not want his Omm to be in presence longer than she needed. They were beneath her after all.

The others soon came down greeting him as he waited for them to sit down so they can eat. While they didn’t follow all the rules of their people they still tried to blend both worlds together for the children so they didn’t stand out. 

He was comfortable listening to everyone speak, eating a salad and occasionally scooping up hummus with a piece of the flatbread. “Hashim, have you finished reading book on meditation I lent you?” Aamaal spoke, she patted her lips with her napkin. 

“Yes, Okht I have. It was enlightening as always, you have blessed me.” He smiled emerald eyes glistening. They used keywords just encase anyone was listening. “The Dursley enjoyed the meditation very much so as well, they were quite in bliss.”

He liked the book, while it was fun to watch them bleed, he had to be careful to make sure they looked fine or they could pass it off as an accident. But Aamaal was skillful in breaking someone or dragging out torture of the mind. She wrote it in a book that only family can access and let Harry borrowed it and the Dursley were just so willing.

“Good Hashim, I should stop for a visit.” She smiled back ruby red lips pulled into a poisonous smile. Aidan smiled ruffling Harry hair, “Good job.”

Harry ducked his head, while he is used to praises it was different with his family. They were different an exception to the rule, their words meant more to him than the sheep outside the door. “Ahki stop you are flustering him.” 

Aamaal saving him from further embarrassment that Aidan would no doubt inflect with his words or worse affection. Aidan laughed yet flicked his wrist to stop the knife from hitting him. Harry watched in amusement how the knife moved as if a drill yet held in the air. 

“No practicing at the table, wait till we begin lesson and Hashim good work I almost didn’t notice the new tea.” All three of them straighten up hearing Ahdia spoke her. While her voice gave nothing away her eyes held a love and affection for her children.

“Sorry Omm.” “Thank you, Omm.” Choired out from all three of them. “Relax, Ya Hayati.” Harisah reached to place his hand over his wife. “Your sweet, Rohi. But if the children break another dish then you will be the one dealing with my anger.” Harisah lost some color turning back to them. “Listen to your mother.”

After that everyone went back to talking and planning for after lesson, Hashim tilted his head as if listening to something. His magic was stirring and receding as if a tsunami under his skin as if something was calling it from a distant but still far. How odd it hadn’t done that in a while, he will have to look into that later.

With breakfast done and helping his Omm because he wasn’t lazy. Still he kept an eye on his magic wondering what this phenomenon is. He would find out what caused it and get his answers.

With that in mind, he headed for his room to change into his clothes for their lessons with his siblings, going to the basement that stood on the mats. Today they were to practice hand-to-hand combat then weapon training before using their magic. He watched Aamaal with slight envy she moved like a dancer, graceful and flexible like water hard to get a hold of before slipping thru your fingers. 

Aidan was the different he was like a storm that snuck up on you and was fast as lightning overwhelming his opponent with his attacks not giving them room to think or try to predict his attack. He made their focus on his next hit and not what he was doing till it was to late. Harry watched with bated breath as Aidan copy Aamaal move of slight of hands with a blade. 

Aamaal and Aidan were always amazed by Hashim, how he picked up training like a sponge and truly was like them. He was a raging inferno that drew life in before snuffing it out, he was silent as a shadow moving with the grace of an apex predator and just as vicious. How he toy with his opponent before sinking his blade thru them and only frown as if disappointed with the lack of a true fight.

They were trained to take over the guild or league depending on who was asked, like their father and mother and their ancestor before them. They were the equalizer to take down threats of the world to get rid of the corruption and make it look like an accident. The training was brutal some don’t survive to see the next day but those who did were loyal. 

There was no leaving the guild, to leave was to be hunted around the world always in hiding and if you had family they were targeted till you returned to the guild and accept your punishment. Harry made it clear he wasn’t leaving, it was his home and he would be the next Head as Aidan made it clear he doesn’t want the position content with training the new recruits. Aamaal was busy with information gathering to care for the spot saying it would be to distracting for her.

To be official and recognize member one must finish fifty missions thru extreme climates, no help or resource beside what you had on you while wearing magic damping cuffs. If capture one either must escape on their own while enduring torture which they all should have learned to endure thanks to Aamaal and Omm or use the escape they all carry on them. If they escape then they must start over again while the Guild erased what ever capture them.

Harry was aiming to be the youngest to ever accomplish becoming a member of the guild, and he had a perfect little dummies to test out anything he learned or study in the books at his aunt’s home. The training was brutal but left Harry feeling the ever comforting thrill under his skin, his magic buzzing at with the hunger of blood as he flicked his blade clean, ready to be used on any target in his sight. He gripped the handle tighter looking at his bābā. 

“Your training is going to be cut short Hashim, we need to go or else we will be late for the meeting with your family accountant.” Harisah spoke looking down at his son, Harry nodded before bowing to his father. Disappearing from his sight as soon as Harisah looked to his remaining children and members using the guild portals in the basement. 

Harry took a quick shower before dressing in the suit his Omm must have laid out. The jacket button went up from his left side then curved before buttoning up his chest a unique design for him to hide his blades. It was black with golden leaf embroider with a dragon going up his right arm it covered a bit of his legs, but the slacks covered that before sliding on his shoes over his socks.

He headed downstairs after making sure he tamed his hair a bit. His Omm stopped to lock him over before nodding approving him. “Good, He is waiting for you out back. I need to continue your sibling's lessons so I cannot go. Behave my little one.”

She caressed his head, it was the most affection she dear displayed out in the open before turning to leave. Harry missed the warmth but masked it behind his walls and moved to where his bābā wait. He closed his eyes as they apparate to the point before gracefully moving to the bank. 

Letting his magic leak out, the people parted like the sea, they might not know why or that they did it but their magic while feeble sensed a predator amongst them. He looked at them with barely contain disgust, how pathetic they are weak fools who let themselves go doing nothing but the bare minimum not trying to get strong or work to learn rather railing behind someone stronger. Yet they look down on muggles but at least they advance themselves creating new things since they lack magic and work their bodies and muscles truly the wizarding world in Britain is weak.

Yet his grandfather wanted something that was stolen from them and he will retrieve it, He was going to be the one to find it. He amused himself daydreaming of ruling this little community building it to greatness before dismissing it as he enter the bank, he liked watching the goblins they interest him. They were warrior and treated them as such yet they were weary of his family something about one of family ancestor assassinating them leaving only leaving their calling card behind as a warning to not betray them.

“Lord Ibrahim, Heir Potter.” Griphook acknowledge them before guiding them to a office, they never had to wait. His family didn’t want to risk anyone getting a look of his scar even with it covered under makeup it was better to be cautious and paranoid than be taken by surprised. They went over his account seeing his money being payment to a Dumbledore, payment to his aunt Petunia for child care, and payment to a Weasley family. 

That wouldn’t do he didn’t know any Weasley, nor a Dumbledore and well he would just have to get every bit of money off his Aunt and Uncle they should of told him about it sooner. He smiled at the though of what games he could play only mildly disappointed he wouldn’t be able to do anything to Dudley. “What can you tell me about the Weasley and This Dumbledore character and why they are getting paid if I never met them or authorize this transaction?” 

Griphook looked at him before shuffling some paperwork around till he found what is needed, a frown gracing his face.

 “Well Heir Potter it is stated That Dumbledore is your magical Guardian so he has access to some of your money not all. Odd…” The goblin frowned reading father as the paper crinkled under his grip.

“It seems Heir Potter some other things need to be discussed as well.” Griphook spoke sitting the paper down, “I never met this Dumbledore person a day in my life. How can he be my Magic Guardian? If so I would like to remove him and have Lord Ibrahim as my new Guardian and have it done discretely.” 

Griphook made a face but nodded, “There is a payment for that. 150 should be fitting.” Harry narrowed his eyes. “90 since it was an obvious oversight since no one asked if I approved of this.” Griphook leaned forward, “95 and we will take care of getting your money back.” 

Harry hummed before nodding, “Acceptable. What else is there to discuss?” Griphook smiled showing his teeth it would make a lesser man flinch but it only amused harry. 

“It seems your parent's Will was sealed but nothing shows why it was sealed. It will take some time to unseal it of course. It also shows that you were also made the Heir of the Black family by your godfather who appears to be incapacitated at the time. Of course if you take that heir ship you would need to do some blood test and magic test before receiving the ring and talk with their family accountant.” 

Harry tilted his head, he has a godfather? His birth parent's Will was sealed without view? This seem to be getting stranger by the minute, glancing at his father he could see his father was thinking about something putting together pieces that Harry himself couldn’t see. 

“I will take it, find out why my godfather is incapacitated and why my Parent’s will was sealed. When will I need to do the blood test and magic test?” He was curious while he may not feel anything for people he didn’t know like his birth parents he would honor them by figuring out something like this. And he wanted to see if this person who they chose as his godfather was worthy if not he could cut him loose.

The discussion moved on to making appointment for the test and haggling reasonable price for everything before leaving out of the bank whispering to his father. When he felt it his magic stirring as if pulling at something when he saw the most beautiful person. An Angel amongst the mortals, He looked the other over noting how they made him think warm yet dark caramel as they moved under the sun, their outfit was all black with appears to be a beautiful white snake wrapped around him.

He watched from the corner of his eye how the other danced between people not touching them he could understand something that beautiful shouldn’t have such filth touch them. How the other tried not to draw attention to himself as he got closer to the bank yet as soon as he was close the other paused looking at him. Did he feel it to?

He couldn’t help but turn to look back, he notice the full lips set in a small pout the strong nose and then brows with lashes that framed the unique Lilac eyes. The other kept their face blank, but Harry noted the twitch of fingers and crinkle of eyes the other was bothered by something, but what. He couldn’t feel or sense something what could bother his angel?

The snake lifted its head, huh, so it wasn’t decoration how cute. ‘$ Leave my hatchling alone you demon! $” He couldn’t help but look at her in amusement, he could behead her but it would probably upset his angel. He kept his eye on his angel when he felt it.

It was like a siren song, yet the call of battle. Soothing yet thrilling it made him want to relax yet boiled his bleed for the next fight. So intoxication He wanted more to sink his teeth into it and drink all down and it was coming from his angel, how perfect. He watched how the other hurried and he wanted to stop him but he was quick and blending in with the people. 

Its okay he can still feel the other, reaching out with his own he tried to grasp the other location when it vanished as soon as he touched it. He cursed in his mind, vowing to find and hunt down his angel to make him, his. “Hashim?” He heard his father call for his attention noting the amusement in his papa eyes. “He got away.”

He heard the soft laughter, “If I am correct that was Heir Blaise Zabini, his mother is Cecilia Zabini.” Harry smirked a little Blaise Zabini. He found more with less. With that they hurried home, he excused himself from dinner as he had something to handle at his Aunt house.

[iloveinej]

Unquenchable

Theodore Nott x reader

Catagory: Fluff, Smut

Warnings: Handjob, dom!reader, they're in looove

Summary: Theodore and her venture down a path they'd never stepped upon. Because of Theodore's insatiable desire and her new night dress.

Words: 3,7k

AN: I have nothing to say. Enjoy.

She could feel his eyes on her, even if he tried to hide them by reading the book resting between his fingers. She didn't know why he was so inclined to always have his eyes on her. Especially when she was only brushing her teeth, lather covering her lips and running down her chin. She didn't look attractive at all.

But what she didn't realize was that the silky, skintight nightgown she wore gave Theodore the perfect view of the behind of her thighs. And the fabric ended right below her behind, teasing Theodore's poor old heart to death.

It was the first she had ever worn something so revealing, especially in front of him. Usually, she buried herself in her brother's old clothes and rags, finding them to be the most comfortable clothing.

And not that she didn't look dashing in those, but this was new territory for Theodore, and he wasn't taking it very well.

His heart was increasingly picking up speed and the apples of his cheeks were burning with either shame or lust, which one he didn't know. He was lucky that the duvet was covering the lower part of his body, otherwise, his desire would be much harder to hide than it already was.

(Name) threw a last, suspicious glance in Theodore's way, noticing his clenched jaw, before leaning over the tap and spitting the remains of the toothpaste out before washing it off her lips. Then she sauntered out of the bathroom, closing the door and absentmindedly rubbing her eye out of exhaustion.

Theodore's eyes were glued to her face as she floated around the room, blowing out the warm candles that were scattered on her many shelves and drawers, slowly inciting the room into a solace of darkness. The only thing helping her see being the last candle on the nightstand, which she waited to blow out.

Instead, she lifted her side of the duvet and crawled under, glowing at the warmth it provided. As an extra procedure turned over to Theodore and efficiently latched onto his bare side, her arm hugging around his torso and her head being buried in between his neck and shoulder.

It wasn't often that they got a chance to be with each other during the night times because of Hogwarts rules and the partition between the boys, girls, and different houses. This is why these moments are always highly appreciated, no matter where, how, or when.

Her nose, lips, and forehead rest comfortably on his pulse point, ears perking at every beat of his heart and bathing in the comfort of being so close to him. She doesn't think about how fast it is beating, or how Theodore's breathing is slightly uneven. Before, when she lay down, she didn't notice how he directed her legs when she wrapped herself around him so that she wouldn't accidentally grace his, at the moment, very sensitive area.

"Are you done reading soon?" She asked, his skin muffling her words and the air tickling his neck. And he raised his arm which he formerly circled her and stroked her hair back, his eyes stuck on the pages. "Only two pages left. Then I'm all yours."

A girlish smile lit up her face and she buried herself even deeper into his neck, not letting Theodore see how easily he made her insides melt and her face heat.

And as promised, after reading the last two pages of the chapter, he closed the book and put it on the floor. And (Name) took the honor of leaving his side and blowing out the last candles, this time letting the room be cast in a shadow.

Theodore eyes were glued on the back of her body as she leaned forwards, and painfully remembered the hard piece of trouble that throbbed between his legs. Before, when she was pushed up against him and his eyes actually could focus on the words in his book, he had forgotten how turned on he was. But it seemed everything she did right now made his pent-up mind turn to the less innocent part of his brain.

(Name) stopped all her movements when a large palm placed itself between her shoulder blades and gently pressed. Not to push her, but to feel her skin, how her muscles moved beneath his hand. The hand travels from its place in the middle of her back, up to her neck. Her arms gained goosebumps when Theodore cupped her neck between his fingers and thumb, fingertips almost reaching to her throat.

A sigh of delight is all she can muster when he rubs circles into her neck, carefully turning her head towards him. His black pupils had taken over his iris, only leaving a rim of his brown-stained, lust-blown eyes. Those eyes were something unfamiliar, something (Name) had never seen before. Not even in their most passionate moments, which to his dismay had only been the hidden snogging in the corner of the school library where she could guarantee that none of her siblings were watching.

The hand behind her neck traveled to her shoulder, and she swallowed when he gently pushed her down into the pillows. And she held her breath and watched with bug eyes as he crawled on top of her, positioning himself between her legs, and laying his arms on either side of her face to keep his body from crushing her.

And he stared at her, intense eyes locking with hers as if they were trying to tell her something, to imply something. And she didn't understand, but the tension in the air made her crazy and she longed to snap it like a twig between her fingers.

She let her hand travel from her side, up to the back of his delicate neck. She mimicked the hold he had on her before, and gently pushed him closer so that she could claim his lips with her own

Warmth and relief spread like wildfire in her stomach when Theodore returned her kiss with more eagerness and power than she had ever seen him do before. A sigh of delight escaped her nose, and she basked in the love Theodore provided for her every day, every minute to every second.

Her arms encircled his neck, and she slowly pulled him closer, letting him rest all his weight on her body. He moaned airily into her mouth, and (Name) saw it as an opportunity to let her tongue invade his mouth. She could feel how he melted against her body as she took control, forcing the kiss to become deeper, more sensual as she massaged his tongue with hers.

Theodore didn't know what to do with himself, for he had never experienced someone taking such control over him. Both body and mind were completely devoted to her and he had no longer any wish to think for himself, only to let her lead him through.

Slowly but surely, she slowed the kiss down, and Theodore found himself frowning when she disconnected their lips entirely. Spit collected on her bottom lip and without breaking their intimate eye contact, he leaned down and sucked the liquid off her lip. A sweet, closed-mouth moan echoed in her throat and Theodore felt how his hardness throbbed in his boxers.

"If you only could understand how absurdly amazing you make me feel." He mumbled with lidded eyes.

Her chest was heaving against his bare one, and she looked at him as if he was the reason for all the good in the world and all the good in her life. His skin erupted in flames and he, once again, leaned down although this time connecting his lips with the column of her throat.

A hand buried itself in her locks and she had no choice but to close her eyes as his lips traveled along her neck, at first only planting innocent pecks, letting his rosy lips leave invisible prints on her skin. Before he found the point right under her jaw and sucked.

"Oh, Theo." She simpered as he sucked, licked, and kissed the space, abusing it as a way of showing his love.

Her words made his hand tighten in her hair, and whilst she loved the attention she was receiving, she wanted to have more control. Theodore needed to be the princess for once. The one who would just stand there and accept the kisses and love. So she slowly enclosed her legs around his hips, squeezing him with her thighs as her hand traveled to his hair.

"You're always so good to me, taking care of me. And I love you so, so much." He sighed shakily into her neck, both because of the praise and also because of his crotch that was now pressed up against hers, and he needed almost all of his control to not grind into her and provide to his inextinguishable thirst for her.

"You own me, you own my body and you're the only thing on my mind." Theodore sucked harder on her neck, teeth grazing the blue area.

"And I own you, Theodore." And it was his downfall. He couldn't help himself but let his hips grind into hers and he grunted at the immense pleasure that spread along his stomach. And after that, he couldn't stop. Like he had been cursed, he continued to push himself against her, a secret fantasy of being inside of her, feeling her walls around his cock pushing him to continue.

"Please." He begged." Please let me make love to you." She almost choked on her tongue at his confession, and that accompanied by the pressure of Theodore's hips grinding into her made her mind foggy.

"I would to have you." A breath got caught in her throat as pressure once more ripped through her body. "But I don't want our first to be in the same house as my parents." The movement of his body came to a slow halt, trying to control himself and respect her wishes. A few playfully pecs were placed on her collarbones and a giggle escaped her lips at the tickling of his lips.

He pulled away from her body and met her eyes, intense gaze making her confidence waver and her body heat soar. Just for a moment, she contemplated to let him have her right in her childhood bed. To let him have his way with her. But with the ounce of self-control left in her body, she stayed in her decision with the knowledge it could bring more problems than pleasure. For him, her, and the rest of the family.

A hard kiss on her lips broke her out of the daze, and Theodore gently rolled off her body, settling at her side with him facing her.

"You sure it's alright?" She asked lightly, fingers tracing the shape of his nose. Her eyes did discreetly look down his body lightly gesturing to his crotch. With fingers under her chin, he lifted her face to his again, this time placing a lighter pec on her forehead.

"I'm sure, I'm here with you that's all I need. Nothing more."

"Are sure? Otherwise, you can-"

"I'm sure, never been more sure." With a gentle smile on her lips, she nodded, eyes fluttering shut when Theodore continued with her previous movements, fingers tracing her nose. "Go to sleep."

But she couldn't sleep. It was impossible. Butterflies were racing against her inner organs, in her belly and other places she had never felt the tickling feeling in. Her entire body was buzzing. Just the thought of her making the boy next to her so troubled, in a good way, was thrilling. Because he's Theodore, the attractive, brilliant, and kind Slytherin who everyone wanted to be or to be with. And he chooses her.

The boy next to her shuffled in the bed, body turning so his back faced her. She played as still as possible so he wouldn't notice her being awake, or to wake him for that matter.

But just when she was sure he was sound asleep, he sat up in the bed, throwing his legs over the edge and her heart beat in worry when his head hung lowly into his hands. She was about to lay a comforting hand on his back but he stood up before she had the time.

"Theo?" She asked and he turned around, startled by her voice. "You okay?"

A smile lit his face and he kneeled before her, kissing her lips quickly. "Just going to the bathroom." Even though her room was dark, the moonlight revealed an unmistakable redness on the apples of his cheeks and she looked down to see his problem still present, and once again her body erupted in a buzz.

Before he could walk away, she grabbed his hand, stopping him. He looked at her with a question in his eyes, and she looked away in shyness.

"I can- I can help you if you want?" Her big eyes raked over his face, waiting for an answer while his face displayed a handful of different emotions.

"You don't have to, I don't want to force you." She flushed at his gentleness, but couldn't dismiss the new, lustful edge in his voice.

"I want to help you. Alright? I want you." When he didn't say anything, she tugged his hand towards her, enough so one of his knees met the mattress.

"Do you want me too?" Her voice took a change and her eyes searched in his. As an answer, Theodore grabbed her throat and pulled her into a searing kiss, tongue licking over her lips when he pulled away.

"I want you to, need you, truly." And he was about to go into a second kiss, but she stopped him with a finger to his lips.

"Good. But on one condition." He listened idly, lips kissing on the pad of her finger. "You have to be quiet, at all cost. You can't make a sound, if you do I'll have to stop."

She gently positioned him on his back, brain going ten miles on hour at the newfound confidence, at the newfound domination. He nodded slowly and his eyes were hooded with the lust of anticipation.

Thedore was a naturally dominant person per se. In their relationship, in his life, and in his friend group. With a hand on her back, he guided her the way he wanted, and with the preeminence in his voice, she found it hard to deny him. But now, with his panting chest and pleading puppy dog eyes, she wondered where Theodore went, without complaining of course.

With shaky hands and Theodore's eyes intently on her, she reached for the edge of his underwear, fingers picking at his waistband. Her knees clenched together when Thedore put both his arms behind his head, face shining with confidence. And in the most loving way possible, a small part of her wanted to break it down.

Slowly, she pulled the underwear down, with the help of Theodore raising his hips. When she laid eyes on his crotch, she swallowed and looked at Theodore, who had his lip in his teeth.

As if he could see her hesitation, he gave her a nod. "It's okay, Lovie, you can touch me."

And in pure curiousness, she let the tips of her fingers run up his length, feeling the warmth emitting from his body. A gasp made way from his mouth and he threw his head into the pillow. In fear of believing she hurt him, she pulled back, hand landing on his thigh.

"Theo? Sorry did I hurt you? I didn't mean to." She stressed, massaging his thigh in comfort. But he only shook his head, trying to slow his increased breath.

"No, no don't stop." His voice cracked pitifully as he pleaded, but she wasn't convinced.

"Theo Im not su-"

"Please for the love of Merlin, touch me. I swear I'm going to explode." The doubt was replaced with fire in her entire body. And she did the same movement again, running her fingers up his length.

Once again, a gasp escaped his lips, and a rare, blissful expression covered his face. His eyebrows scrunched upwards and a small smile on his open mouth.

And she wanted more of this reaction, craved it even. So she continued to run her fingertips up and down, biting her lip to hide her smile at his panting and puffing.

"Come on, love, I know you can do more than that." He didn't. But she could do more. She met his eyes, who were intently, expectantly staring into her. Like he was daring her. Holding his eye, she took a loose grip on his cock, doing an experimental stroke.

His eyes snapped to where his body met her hands, and a small, low moan forced itself from his lips. So low she almost missed it, but she's glad she didn't. She forced her thighs together, rocking back and forth as she began to twist her wrist to give Theo relief along with herself.

He only continues to stare at her moving hand, his stomach and thighs flexing with pleasure. And she notices, of course, she does, and lets her free land on the place connecting his pelvis and thigh, slowly massaging it to get him relaxed. It does quite the opposite.

He throws his head back, straight into the pillow. "Fuck." He whispers as one of his hands clenches around the sheet.

Without even meaning to, she speeds up her hand movements, her body reacting automatically to his pleasure. And he bucks into her hand at the new feeling, a groan, louder than before resonated pleasantly in her ear.

"Merlin, shit what the fuck are you doing to me." He moaned desperately, taking satisfaction in her warm palm, in the intense feeling in his pelvis and length. In his entire body. It was like he was high.

She giggled lightly, bashfully continuing her stroking without a notion of how the sound affected him.

An idea formed in her head, a memory of a knowledge Theo himself revealed not long ago at all. She took her other hand, which was stroking his thigh, and gripped it above the hand on his lenght, and let her thumb run over his tip, using a little pressure

And Theodore let out a moan, a borderline whine. And it didn't stop.

She continued the abuse on his tip, along with rapid strokes of his length, and different types of whines, groans and moans left him, one after one. And they were loud, too loud.

"Shhh, Theo you need to quiet down." Deep down she knew he wouldn't, especially with her continued stimulation of his cock.

"Can't- Fuck. I can't, I can't." He cried head tilted down to take a peek at her hands. Bad Idea as his length throbbed in her hands, sending him into a new fit of moans.

So she stopped. Only as an attempt to quiet him.

But it left him unsatisfied and searching for stimulation, violently continuing to buck his hips for any kind of friction, sounds of complaint echoing in the room.

"Theo you said you could be quiet, so be quiet!" She whisper-yelled desperately, pushing his hips to still with one of her hands. But he just couldn't be quiet.

Now, he was instead whining over the lack of stimulation, thrashing his head from side to side at the lost feeling.

"Theo for the love of good shut up." At the sudden stern tone, he shut his mouth and turned to her, big puppy dog eyes staring at her with admiration.

They sat quietly as she listened after a single sound. But luckily, there was none. And she could let her shoulders relax.

"Good job Theo." She smiled, and pecked his lips, him chasing after her when she sat straight again.

The pace of her hands picked up again, and Theodore tried his utmost to keep his sounds down. But it was so difficult.

And he thought he would be able to hold himself quiet until her hands sped up greatly.

She watched with awe in her eyes as his eyes rolled back into his head, his hips vigorously meeting her wrist as he fucked her hand, moans of her name and whined curses fleeing his pink lips.

"Fuck. I th-think." His head arched into the mattress, interrupting his sentence with a moan. "I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna-im-" She panicked as his voice took a turn for the loudest, and without thinking she slapped her hand over his mouth, although with a force that pushed his head further into the pillow.

His entire body twitched violently at the harsh gesture, and his eyelashes fluttered when white-hot pleasure overtook his entire life.

Without meaning to, he threw his hand over the one covering his mouth, gripping it tight as the other squeezed her thigh in a bruising grip. And he came with a long, guttural moan, straight into her hand as she continued to stroke him through his high. And she didn't stop, not until his body had stopped convulsing completely.

When he was done, his chest was heaving as he chipped for air, and she placed a concerned and clean hand on his chest, rubbing it slowly.

"You need to slow your breathing, don't need you to faint on me after that." He nodded lightly, head too heavy for anything else. He took her hand and bullied his breathing to a normal pace, even if it burned his lungs.

He forced his eyelids open, and her body, once again, flushed at the half-lidded look he gave her. As if she hung the moon and stars for him.

But, what he didn't know was she had a last trick up her sleeve. She raised her dirty hand to his lips and slowly and carefully licked every bit of him left on her hand.

Theodore let out a small gasp, and his handanded on her thigh massaging it to the erotic picture, fighting another hard-on with his life.

She leaned down and was about to connect her tongue to his lower abdomen, ready to lick the cum of his godly body. But she only had time to graze him before he took her cheeks in his hands, squeezing them while lifting her head in distress

"No no no!" He stressed, and she started at him with, big, questioning eyes." Fuck. I love you, but you're gonna get yourself another piece of trouble if I let you continue." A laugh of surprise jumped in her chest, looking down at her lap, her body warm and humble.

"Youre seriously amazing, you know that right." He breathed out, a smile in his voice. And a chuckle bumbled in her throat, head hazy with bliss.

She kissed his palm. "And I love you, lovie."

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So... That happened

[coryosbaby]

Thinkin’ about Fred Weasley with a breeding kink<3

content warning . 18+, mdni

I feel like at first when Fred fucks in your relationship, he does it gentle and slow. Some people might disagree because hes so unserious all the time, but when it comes to you, he’s so passionate and caring. He loves to have you in missionary, with his palms splaying over your much smaller hands. He holds you down that way, his hips rutting into yours with precision, his lips glued to yours as he murmurs soft praises.

But when he discovers his new found love for breeding you, it awakens something in him. He goes absolutely feral— always trying to get you anywhere, during absolutely anything, his hands becoming exceptionally rough (with your permission, of course). He goes from fucking you sweet in missionary to fucking you like an animal in doggy. Instead of splaying across your hands, his palms are splaying across your ass cheeks as he pounds into you relentlessly. He leaves little slaps in his wake, as he watches the plump flesh smack back against his hips. He lets out the most sinful groans, his hair plastered to his forehead as he moves in and out of you.

“Such a dirty girl, aren’t you? Letting me fill up this little cunny like this?”

Your nails dig into the sheets.

“Freddy…” you whimper, your eyes rolling back.

“I know,” he breathes. “I know, darling. Such a good girl, so good f’me.”

You let out a cry, your hands reaching back to grasp his wrists. He grabs them instead and pins them behind your back, pressing you harder into the dingy mattress.

“Can’t wait to fill you up,” he pants, low and throaty. “Can’t wait to get your tummy swollen. Would you like that, pet? My children inside you?”

You choke, your pussy clenching, your lashes beginning to pool with tears.

“Yes, Freddy!” You cry. “Yes! pleasepleaseplease, needa’ make you a daddy, need it, need it..”

He lets out a chuckle, one that you will most definitely save into your mind for later, and you feel his cock twitch.

“You want to be bred, is that it? You want me to fill up all of these tight little holes with m’cum..”

It’s all he talks about, when he fucks you like this— how tight you are, how good you look, how much you want his cum, his kids. You absolutely eat it the fuck up.

And when he does cum inside you, warm spurts of white sticky liquid filling up your guts, he lets out the most guttural moan. His ginger hair hangs off of his shoulders as his head tilts back, his thrusts becoming stuttery. When he pulls out, his spend pools out of your raw fucked cunt and onto the bedsheets. He uses his fingers, presses them up against your sloppy cunt. He pushes his cum back inside with a grin on his face.

“Keep it all inside, my love. Stay just like that.”

And you don’t know how you haven’t gotten pregnant yet, because birth control be damned, the boy has creampied you so much in the past few months that you’re surprised you aren’t already in your last trimester— however, a few weeks from now you will be pleasantly surprised, shocked.

Because the pregnancy test, ladies and gentleman, will come back positive.

[urwhorecrux]

Hi I really love your account! I was wondering if you could do a harry potter x fem!reader smut please?

yes <3 and thank you so much!

⊹。°˖➴ 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 - 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘱𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳

pairing. harry potter x fem!reader.

warnings. smut, nipple play, established relationship.

summary. reader has a wet dream and harry helps out.

word count. 0.6k

materlist

your body lay out against you boyfriend, harry potter. wearing nothing but silk shorts and a matching tank, your mind raced with filthy thoughts - a clouding daze filling your thoughts.

harry’s cock, buried inside you, thrusting with every second, breathless moans escaping your mouth. your legs shook at each thrust of his hips, each one completely wrecking you. his soft eyes glanced at you, filled with innocence yet - they were the only eyes that could ever hold this, an angel yet so corrupting.

you threw your head back as you let out a coaxed cry, “fuck harry—“ you cried, his cock repeatedly hitting the best spot.

“fuck, doing so good f’ me”, he grunted, his eyes were full of lust and dominance.

was this really his dominant side or was it just in your head?

you began stirring around in your sleep, your arms and fingers intertwined with harry’s. your body rolled trying to adjust the feeling, softly aching.

harry awoke, hearing the soft calls of his name in your sleep. “y/n, wake up love” he softly shook you awake, before he realized the whimpering.

his eyes began to trail across your body, while his hand trailed down your inner thigh beneath your silk shorts. the moment he realized there had been faint wet spots he smirked, moving a hand down your clit. a stirring began down your cunt, softly taunting it, making him flustered at how needy you are.

you slowly peeled your eyes open, as the brunette had sun shining on his soft skin, while lewd moans softly came above you.

“harry- what are you doing?” you giggled, his fingers curling softly inside you.

“just taking care of you baby, heard you calling f’ me in your sleep”

you grinned, letting your head rest back on the pillow once again. he began planting soft kissed down your neck, onto your jaw, and eventually to your lips.

your hands found their way to his messy, fluffy hair, gently combing through it while pulling him closer to you. his hand pulled your face closer to his, while his other slowly teased at your nipple, gently nibbling against it.

pulling his head up, your lips collided with eachother’s within seconds, as he gently pinched your bottom lip with his.

his hand began traveling down to your soaked lace panties, fiddling around your cunt. “take ‘em off” he whispered.

you instantly followed, pulling them off slowly, teasing while he waits.

his chest was now pressed against yours, beginning to remove your silk shorts as he pushed your panties aside. “so wet for me, baby.” he muffled against your neck.

taking his leaking cock from his boxers, he began letting you know it was so fucking hard only for you.

he took his cock and began slowly stroking it, slowly indulging it into your needy pussy.

“oh fuck- harry,” you whined, teeth clenching your lips.

he began rolling his hips thrusting even harder into you within every second. his hands intertwined with yours, as the other held a firm grip on your hips, digging in your skin.

you submerged your cunt onto his cock, wanting his cock buried into you with every desperate thrust.

both of your bodies shuddered with pleasure, sweating and tangled together. you felt every moan, pant, and cry among each other’s skin.

harry felt his high nearing, along with you. the sloppy jerks of his hips signaled he was close and so were you. both of your hips began falling a bit, which each thrust becoming lazier, harry yearned for both of your release.

your hands dug in his back, leaving faint red marks across it. whines leaving your lips every second with every last thrust.

“harry- fuck, fuck, ‘m gonna cum.”

“make a mess on m’cock baby”, he pleaded, he wouldn’t even finish until you did.

you came on his cock, your juices mixing together.

you lazily smiled as he pulled out, looking at you with adoration.

likes, reblogs, and feedback is appreciated <3 short fic but its alright.

[lyworth]

What better way to solve an argument?

Part 2 of dialogue tropes I love: "Make Me," is forever going to be a part of my heart, my soul, my psyche. Mix it into Ominis x MC and I'm weak at the knees.

[leighbaylee]

💲₊˚⊹ — make up

parring ➵ draco malfoy x m!reader

summary ➵ you like to fuck with him, just to make up with him.

warnings ➵ slight suggestive language/content!

age parring ➵ 17 - 18

extra ➵ slytherin & dominate reader. credits to @cafekitsune for banners!

many peers from any house can presume that your relationship with malfoy was endearing. unexpected definitely, but truely endearing.

dating draco was a bit difficult, he is arrogant, stubborn, has an extremely high ego, one prejudiced son of a bitch, and he constantly refuses to be manhandled in front of his fellow slytherins’.

one particular day, you had just entered the familiar common room after a long day of studying for a upcoming exam coming up later that same week.

you had also made the trip for another reason other than to study, to get your mind of your brat of a boyfriend.

but we aren’t gonna tell him are we?

you entered slumping on a arm chair, pulling our parchment after parchment of notes splattered with jet black ink.

around this time of the year, the common room being not full was expected due to exams.

you sighed and rested your chin on top of your hand. draco locking eyes with you as he came up to you.

❝ hey (l/n) ❞ he whispered as he sat his pretty little self on top of the arm rest.

you only looked up at him and raised your eyebrows as you got back to reviewing your work.

he began blabbing about harry potter, as usual. that would’ve never gotten you bothered but it was almost as if he was more interested and concerned about him more than his own boyfriend.

you groaned, proving that you weren’t listening to him.

❝ hey, what in merlin’s name is wrong with you? ❞

you scoffed as you discarded your parchments and dragged him down onto your lap, wrapping your arm around his waist. he yelped in looked around the room in habit.

❝ you constantly talk about harry, it pisses me off draco. ❞

he gulped, eyebrows furrowed, and looking down at your lips moving as you had more to say.

❝ besides you did the thing, where you check to see if anyone is around when i try to be affectionate with you! ❞

you began scolding him, he tried touching you to see if that were to able to calm you down. to no avail.

you snatched his wrist before he can touch your face.

❝look at you now, all hot and bothered.❞ you smirked as he huffed and tried to get off you.

that resulted in you propping him up, holding him up with you hands on his ass.

❝ h-huh? ❞ he gasped in response, wrapping his legs around your waist. also holding you tightly around your neck not wanting to embarrass himself anymore longer.

❝ stop it, your being annoying right now! ❞ he yelped out in a whine.

❝ draco’s so cute when he’s angry isn’t he? ❞ you teased him as you made it to your dorm dropping him into your bed getting on top of him in the process.

❝ stop it now! ❞ he growls.

you yanked on his blonde locks, forcing him to face you and you began.

❝ stop mentioning potter like he is your boyfriend you bitch boy malfoy. ❞ you scoffed at him, using his surname for extra measure.

his gaze softened as he looked up at you lips trembling, nodding profusely not wanting to anger you anymore.

❝ mhm! ❞ he whimpers, expressing his discomfort with your hair pulling.

you let go and grab his chin, adoring the cute little features draco was blessed with.

❝ you’re gorgeous yknow that? ❞ you smile at his watering eyes.

you turn him over, now him on top of you, your hand roaming under his robes.

you grabbed his chin with your other free hand and kissed him. draco melted.

he leaned forward accepting the kiss, heat rushing down his cheeks. your chests pressed together.

you only escalated by placing your hands on his ass, as you groped them.

let’s just say he never brought up the chosen one again.

୨⎯ 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡 ⎯୧

[junipermonkey]

Subjames ¹⁸⁺

|Needy After Practice|

Subjames, making out, No!mommy kink, p in v, dryhumping, male moans, hair pulling, rough, slight noncon (maybeidk), dacryphilia, cream pie, overstimulated, multiple orgasms, size kink?

James had just finished his long quidditch practice. Already showered in the locker rooms and eager to make it back to his single head boy dorm knowing you would be there waiting for him. You had promised before he left that afternoon to be his room when he finished practice.

When James came in you were already sitting there pretty on the chair of his desk looking through a muggle magazine. Your legs on display with your boy short underwear on and baby tee. At the notice of James’ presence you stood up the closing the door for him as he was unable to with his hands full with quidditch gear.

“Hey Jami-” When you closed the door he dropped the gear in a clutter, taking your hips in his hands and kissing you only allowing a second for you to kiss him back before he pulled away ducking he head down. His lips hovering beneath your jawline and teeth against it roughly kissing the your neck. You took a sharp intake of air.

“You’re gonna leave a mark” you breathed but standing slightly on your toes to give him more room.

“Mhmm” James mumbled against your throat.

His hands moved up to your waist and gave a harsh squeeze before letting go of your neck and moving up to your ear. “Need you” James said throatily with desperation in his tone bringing you body to lay flat on him and a gentle unintentional thrust on your hip in need.

You moved his head level with yours and crashed your lips against his. James let you take all the dominance in the kiss. Your hands reaching into his damp hair and wanking it as if to bring your faces impossibly closer. You smirked against his lips as he hummed meekly into you mouth. Both of you walked in union still making out until you knees touched the edge of the bed. Moving your hands away from his hair and down to his waist you allowed yourself to fall back into the bed bringing him down with you.

Your knees bent and legs open to let James rest his clothed cock snug in your center. James continued on kissing you, unable to refrain himself from rocking his hips into yours. He only stops when you push his shoulders up letting him rest above you. His look was innocent as if waiting for instruction though his eyes still hooded in lust.

“Take it off” you said and watched as James frantically stood pulling off his shirt and fumbling with his pants and underwear trying to jump out of them as fast as possible, kicking off his shoes before climbing onto the bed sitting on his calves.

Watching as you took off your shirt and bra. Listening as you told him to take off your underwear. Lifting your hips and narrowing your legs to aid him.

The second your panties were gone you wrapped your legs around his waist causing him to fall over you. His only support being his elbows in line with your head.

Your lips met again and this time with more need. James lips were sloppy against yours. Your bare cunt and his hard cock rubbed together. His precum lubricated head catching onto your clit with each rock.

Grabbing his waist you position him so his dick pushed into you. His head fell into the crevice of your neck at the movements letting out breathily moans.

“Please, please” James didn’t know what he was asking for as your hands on his waist guided him in thrusting into you. The thrust were slow making him pull out almost completely before sliding in so deep that it was as if he was trying to get balls deep into you. Your hot skin pressed close onto each other, you boobs smashed by his toned chest.

You let him use you as he deperatly rutted in trying to milk his cock into you pussy. You moaned at how deep he was and the intensity of the moment.

“Pleas- I just- let me” he sounded as if he was crying in pleasure.

It happened in a second you were to close to even understand the movement. James pulled out off you, your hands falling from his waist. His big hands grabbed onto your waist almost incasing your stomach whole and flipping you over to lay on your stomach. His having a iron grip on your lower waist pushing you impossibly in to mattress. Your word muffled by the pillows. He pushed back into your dripping pussy with a chocked moan.

Though his movement should have held dominance. They did not. His overwhelming pleasure and need to feel you deeper over took him. The slow thrusts not meant to tease him did just that.

James overwhelming emotions consumed his trance of need to fill you, need for release, need to be closer to you, need. And guilt filling him of using his strength against you to take you in such a way.

“I’m sorry , I just mfmm…” he was quivering above you. His mind in a haze. He was pounding into your cunt with pure animalistic instinct. It was all to much for him. His cock destoring your hole.

You came the first time in a haze your pussy cleching and spasming at his powerful thrusts. James continued unable to stop himself rutting into you pussy with desperation. The overstimulated was. To much. For you and your body thrashed to get out of his hard grip. Your cheching only causing him to pin you even more painfully into the bed.

James was had tears brimming his eyes. Moans leaving his mouth loudly and broken apologies. He trying to pound into you harder, push himself deeper into you, get impossibly closer. You were filling all his sense. The tightness of you cunt was far to much for him.

James let out a loud wine as he fell on top of you biting your neck. “M’sorry” you could feel his harsh thrust stuttering and falling into a feverish pace. His cock twitching inside of you as you let your self cum for a second time around his cock this orgasm longer than the first.

His moans didn’t stop no pauses in between them that sounded more like cries. His cum filled you to the brim as if it couldn’t stop coming and his thrust had to stop at how tight you were squeezing him. He breathed out unable to pull out of you at the overstimulated of any moment to his cock.

You let out a sigh as he pulled away laying next to you. Finally taking in his appearance and his red rimmed eyes he couldn’t stop himself letting the tears fall. You reassured him you understood as he held you tightly.

Requested are open!

[ednamode1]

I’m obsessed✨ and you will be too😮‍💨

[lionizingheathen]

Precious- D.M

Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader

Draco finding release after a day in the office

Smut under the cut, hope you enjoy

Warnings: Smut, Pegging, Anal Fingering, Dom!Reader, Sub!Draco, Praise Kink, Petnames, Begging, Mommy Kink, Strapwarming, Spanking

The only sign you got from Draco that he was home was when he stepped out of the floo, shaking the powder off his arms with a soured expression on his face.  You didn’t pay him much mind, choosing instead to stay focused on your book.  If he was going to be as much of a bitch as his face suggested, you didn’t have the patience for it.“I need you to fuck me.”  You looked up from the book you’d been reading and set it aside, your interest piqued as you watched your boyfriend shrug off his cloak and set down his wand.  He looked stressed… maybe angry.  You could fix that. “Why?”  You asked, and he glared over at you.  Oh.  Angry, that was for sure.  You sat up the rest of the way before raising an eyebrow at him, as if asking him silently if he was sure he wanted to pull that attitude with you.  Last time he had he’d been stuck with a vibrator taped to his cock for two hours.

“Do you ever really need a reason?  It’s enough of an ego boost to you that I permit you to fuck me-.”  You stood up in a heartbeat, gripping under his chin to make him look down at you, pushing him back enough that he bumped up against the door of your flat.  He widened his eyes with surprise, gripping onto your wrist.  He knew better, you’d fucked most of the wanker right out of him when you’d started dating, but today seemed like it was a special case. “Watch your tone.  You’ll regret it if you don’t.”  You warned him, and his gaze softened as he loosened his hand after you dropped yours.  He fell into your arms, tucking his face into his neck as you walked the two of you back to sit down on the couch.  You ran your fingers through his hair, letting him breathe you in.  He lifted his head up for a moment, looking listless. “... Right.  It’s just been a rough day.”  He said, and you cupped his cheek softly, running your thumb over his cheekbone.

“Tell me.”  You said, keeping your tone gentle.  He let out a long sigh and tucked his head onto your shoulder, pulling his knees up to his chest, the same way he’d used to sit when he’d just gotten a bad grade when you two had still been in school.  It made your heart ache a bit, seeing him so distraught. “... They gave my promotion to Zabini.”  That solved that.  He’d been up for that promotion for a month, and it sounded like it was going to him the whole time, that’d be enough to upset anyone.  You sat up and pulled him into your arms, holding his face to your chest. “Oh, Dray… I’m sorry.”  You sighed, and he let out a huff against your chest, balling his hands into the fabric of your shirt. “I don’t want your pity, I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk right.”  He grumbled, and you smirked into the top of his hair.  God, he was always so hot when he got needy. “Really?” You shifted him so that he was facing you and pressed a lingering kiss to his lips, feeling him frantically reach out for your waist.  Angel.  “That’s what you want?” You asked, and he nodded eagerly, digging his fingers into your hips.

“That's all I’ve been thinking about.” He said, and you kissed him deeply, pushing him back on the couch as you tangled your fingers into his hair, tugging hard at the strands.  His moans were sweet against your lips as you felt cold fingers slide into the waistband of your sweatpants and into your panties, making rough circles on your clit.  Draco leaned his head back and groaned, sliding a finger inside you.  You couldn’t help grinding down on his hand when he hooked his finger, making you whimper.

“I can take care of you first… You’re really wet.”  He murmured, and you shook your head, gripping his wrist to pull his hand out.  This wasn’t about you, if he’d asked to fuck you, you would’ve let him, but he asked you to fuck him, and so that was what you were gonna do. “Strip down and go to the bedroom, okay? I’ll be right back.”  You insisted, pushing off of him.  You dug through a drawer in your bathroom cabinet before locating your harness.  It did take a moment, and even longer to switch out the toy on the end, and you knew Draco would be impatient by the time you were back in the room… but that was half the point.  As you were leaving the bathroom, you snagged a towel off the shelf and draped it over your arm.  Sure, you could clean up the bed with a charm, but you preferred to clean Draco off yourself.

“Are you always this slow?  Honestly, I could’ve fucked myself in the time that it took you to-.” “That mouth of yours is gonna get you in trouble, Dray.” You chuckled, tying your hair back in front of the mirror.  You watched behind you as he sighed and looked up at the ceiling, looking the farthest thing from apologetic.  That was the problem with dating a trust fund baby, they never learned how to have manners.“... Sorry.”  He said, and you chuckled.  Who would that have convinced?  He sounded less sorry than he ever had. “You’re not, but that’s okay.”  You turned to him, giving him a wicked sort of smile which he returned. “I hope you know that if we’re doing this, you’re taking the whole thing.”  This confused him as he sat up on his elbows, looking at you. “I always take the whole thing-.” You cut him off, shaking your head as you tightened the straps.  He had no idea what he was saying.

“No, babe.  I got a new one.” You said, and you saw his face drop at this, all cockiness he normally exuded gone in a heartbeat as he saw the new toy attached to your harness.  You smirked at him, walking closer… it was going to be a birthday gift, but he seemed like he could really use it right now. “... What?”  He asked quietly, and you hovered over him, kissing him deeply as you ran your hand down his abdomen and gripped his cock, feeling him moan into your mouth as he thrust into your hand… God, he was already so needy.  You pulled back and felt him kissing desperately down your chest to your tits, sucking a nipple between his teeth as he stared up at you.  You chuckled at his attempt to switch your focus and pushed him back down, sitting up. “Gonna stretch you out real nice, honey.”  You flipped him onto his stomach with ease, tapping his hip.  You watched his back flex as he tensed, anticipating.  It was beautiful to see, but not what you needed.  You needed him to work with you.  “Ass up.”  You said, and he got up onto his hands and his knees, the pace of his breathing increasing as he heard you mumble an incantation and felt the lube on his hole. “Wait, I don’t know if I can take that-.”  You cut him off by sliding two fingers into his ass, making him gasp as you scissored them inside of him, stretching him out.  You pressed your body against his back, reaching around with your free hand to grip his cock again, jerking it in time to your thrusts while you listened to him moan. “Shhh, mommy’s getting you all prepped, love.” You murmured, kissing the shell of his ear before biting down on the lobe.  You straightened back up after that, letting go of his cock in favor of increasing the pace of your fingers. “Shit…” He whined, falling from his palms to his forearms.  You looked up and smirked into the mirror at the foot of your bed, smirked at the way that this man, so powerful and prestigious to the outside world, was in your bedroom waiting to take your strap.  It was dizzying. “You’re taking my fingers so fucking well…”  You murmured, and Draco’s head fell onto his forearms, groaning as you slid another finger into his tight ass.  He always took them so well, making it look so easy to be fucked.  You smirked at this thought, smirked at what a whore Draco Lucius Malfoy really was. “More… Please…”  He whined, and you nodded.  He was ready, he could take this whole thing without a problem… and you were looking forward to hearing him scream while he did, that was always the best part.

“So polite.”  You slid your fingers out of him, making him whine with frustration before you lined up your cock with his hole, resting a hand on the small of his back as you guided the tip in, watching his head jerk up.  “You love feeling full, don’t you?”  You asked, and as he was about to answer you thrust the strap in the rest of the way, bottoming out in one movement.  You watched in the mirror as his eyes rolled back and his mouth dropped open as he shuddered against you, pressing back to see if there was anymore… Fuck, he was so good. “Yes mommy, I love your fucking cock!”  He cried, and you let out a laugh.  There was no way your neighbors hadn’t heard him screaming.  They never met your eyes when you went outside, you knew there was a reason behind it, and you were fine with their reactions. “You’re such a whore, Dray…”  Your whore. “The whole neighborhood knows it too.”  They did.  They had to.  He’d never been good at being quiet. “Good… want ‘em to.”  He whimpered, and you practically glowed at this.  God, he was always good at making you feel good… and in turn, you made him feel amazing. “That’s it, babe.”  You leaned down and bit his shoulder.  He looked delicious. “You were made to take mommy’s cock, weren’t you?”  You asked, and he groaned as you bottomed out deep inside of him again, pausing there before pulling all the way out and thrusting in again, probably wiping his mind clean.  Not an excuse to ignore a question that you had so politely asked. “Fuck…” He didn’t answer your question, so you delivered one hard slap on his ass, knocking him forward and causing him to cry out.  Don’t be such a fucking baby.  He could take so much more, he was just always a pussy. “I asked you a question.  Answer it.”  You snapped, and he was apologetic in his answer, frowning slightly as he tried to get the words out.  Cute. “Yes mommy!”

“You love being my cocksleeve, don’t you?”  You asked, and he nodded frantically, fucking his hips back into you.  God, he’s always such a fucking whore. “Yes!” “No one would believe me if I told them you begged for this… My own personal whore, hm?” You groaned, sitting up on your knees as you gripped his hips, slamming into him quicker now, making him whine.  He looked immaculate, his face buried in the blankets and his fingers scratching at any parts of the bed he could find. “Yes mommy.”  You smiled at this, scratching your nails down his back, making him groan.  You wanted to mark him in some way, but you couldn’t leave any more on his neck, his boss had sent a letter home about it… so this would have to do. “Good boy… you love this shit, don’t you?” You ripped his head up, using the back of his hair like a handle.  “I asked you a fucking question, answer me!”  He nodded frantically, biting his lip. “I love it mommy, I love it!  Harder!”  He begged, and you let out a dark laugh, but obliged.  He wasn’t going to be able to walk, but that was what he’d asked for -begged for, more accurately-. “You’re gonna be so fucking sore tomorrow, babe.” You kissed down his spine, biting at his ribs. “You’ll be thinking of me all day.”  You reminded him, and he didn’t respond for a moment, just for a moment. “Already do…” “Look in the mirror.”  You rolled your eyes at the way that he moved.  So lazy.  “I said look.”  He did then, and you saw the hint of a smile in the corners of his mouth.

“You look so pretty…”  God.  

“Mmm, you do too… So good like this, getting all fucked out.”  His whines got higher as you continued to thrust into him, increasing the force behind each one.  You picked his head up by his hair, looking at his face in the mirror.  Honestly, it was almost enough to make you cum untouched, seeing his furrowed brows, dropped open mouth, and flushed cheeks as he moaned your name.  “Close?  Yeah?” You sat up on your knees, bringing him with you as you wrapped one hand tight around his throat and brought the other down, jerking his cock as quickly as you could. You saw his thighs begin to tremble after a few moments of this brutal treatment and dropped him back on the bed, pressing his face into the mattress.  You loved using him like this, something in you sang when you reminded him of his place. “Cum for me then.”  You snapped, and it was almost like flicking a switch, you saw every muscle in his back tense as he gripped hard on the sheets. “‘M cumming mommy!  Fuck!” He cried, shaking as he ground his hips down onto the mattress, no doubt covering your blankets and his stomach with cum as he shook.  You continued to pound into him, holding his face against the mattress until his arms gave out, at which point you carefully shifted to the side and cast a cleaning charm on the bed.  You grabbed the towel from it’s place a little higher on the bed and gently cleaned up Draco’s stomach and cock before laying beside him, pressing soft kisses across the expanse of his shoulders.  Such a sweet boy. “You need to watch your fucking mouth when you do that, baby…”  You murmured into his ear, and he let out a tired chuckle, scooting closer to you.  You placed a hand on his back, wanting to ease the toy out of him before he fell asleep, but he brought a hesitant hand back to your wrist. “Can you… can you keep it in?”  He mumbled, and you raised an eyebrow, but complied, wrapping an arm around his waist before pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Of course, love.  Whatever you want.”

[subsathogwarts]

Harry Potter having a crush on Bully!Slytherin!Reader

Warnings: Quite suggestive at the end, sorta enemies to lovers, Harry is clearly the sub, bullying, and ofc a mention of smut. Minors don't read pls pls 🥲 be innocent for a while longer --

(headcanons under the cut)

Harry:

• You first met Harry when you and Draco were rounding up the first years and teasing them to no end throughout the day. You were making them kneel in front of you and other Slytherin Seniors. Harry, being the ever so heroic Gryffindor that he was, decided to step in. It didn’t end well.

• “Let it go, Malfoy, (Y/L/N)! They’re just kids!”

• You would smirk and raise your eyebrows, “Kids? More like crotch goblins, eh, Potter?”

• Despite your fearful reputation as a well known Slytherin and pure blood, Harry wasn’t afraid.

• “Let it go, (Y/N).”

• Draco would chuckle, teasing you. “Ooh you’re on a first name basis with Potter, eh (Y/L/N)?” And you would nudge him back and say, “Potter wishes.”

• Eventually, Snape stepped in and split the three of you up, the first years running off.

• “Come on Draco, it’s not worth fighting with Potter. Scum like him…”

• You walked over to Harry, gripping his chin. “only deserved to be used.”

• There it was - that defiant look. It drove you crazy. Most boys in your year were putty in your hands once you showed them a little attention. But Harry Potter…this boy would be a challenge.

• Your next encounter would be in the Gryffindor common room. Hell knows how you got in, being a Slytherin and all, but there you were, on your knees, sucking some Gryffindor Quidditch player off in the middle of the night.

• To say Harry was shocked would be an understatement. He was watching at the top of the stairs…confused. Was he actually into this stuff? He was painfully aware of his growing erection.

• Although you were facing away from him, you called out. “Oh, Harry.” He almost fell down the stairs. “You made it.”

• It was this moment that Harry Potter crumbled. He was so embarrassed, his cheeks heating up rapidly. He stuttered, unable to comprehend the situation.

• “I- erm - (Y/L/N)…w-what are you d-doing here?”

• It was the most adorable thing you’ve seen. You wanted him. Now. You stop touching the other student’s cock and get up, half naked, tits out, and walk over to Harry.

• “Enjoying the show, Potter?” You’d mock him. “N-no…no! Thats absolutely ridiculous. I’m going to Professor Mcgonagall.” Sighing, you twirled your hair in your hand with one hand, while the other was against the wall, trapping Harry.

“You’re going to tell on me, right? That’s right, good boy, Harry. Tell the Professor that you caught me having sex with another student, in the Gryffindor common room at that…and that you, Harry Potter, had been standing there, watching, wishing that boy was you.”

• Harry was too stunned to speak. He began to open his mouth but you took that freedom from him by crashing your lips onto his.

● He never did tell the professor.

[3d-wifey]

i would love to see some not sub reader! (in the context of marauders) i <3 subby ass males

YASSSSSSSSS

Omfg I feel so seen!!! Like when I say all there is is sub!reader, I mean hard sub-shit. Like "controlling what you can do and say in and out of the bedroom" and it's genuinely so unimmersive. I mean, when it's with Marlene, Lily, Beatrix, Narcissa, etc, it's like chill. But something about the boys is making me look at my phone like

[peterparkeeperer]

enchanting (Draco x reader)

There had been something extra ravishing about Draco recently. They didn’t know what it was, but their eyes had been hopelessly drawn to his long piano fingers and the slope of his waist between his pants and tucked in dress shirt for days now.

He’d probably noticed, as y/n was anything but subtle. They didn’t even try to be. They were usually a good student, having to focus solely on the professors speaking as to not get distracted (as they easily tended to be if they didn’t put effort into concentrating) but now they shamelessly sat turned to their partner as he wrote down notes with his rather expensive looking quill.

“What?”

He whispered to them harshly, before noting a quick dot at his paper and turning to them.

“What?”

They whispered softly, a grin tugging at their lips.

“You keep staring at me as if I’m some dog.”

Draco in a collar, they mused. Absolutely unheard of, but the image managed to send heat barrelling through their stomach.

They said nothing at first, instead inching a hand forward to smooth down a pale piece of hair that was falling out of place. Draco might’ve leaned away from this public affection, but they happened to be sitting in the very back. So he only sat still and let himself be coddled.

“Nothing, you just look very enchanting.”

Their hand, done from smoothing back his hair, trailed down the length of his jaw. He shivered. Either from the touch or the indescribable look in their eye. Or both.

“‘Enchanting’? Are you sick?”

They smiled, before turning back to their own quill and picking it up.

“What was it we were supposed to write about? Dragons?”

Draco spoke absentmindedly, “goblins.”

-

It continued, but it got worse. Y/n was beginning to wonder if they had some sort of werewolf gene, as they were acting rather animalistic.

They couldn’t help it. The protectiveness was strong. They sat next to Draco whenever they could, had a hand on his lower back whenever they were walking.

It didn’t stop. He still looked gorgeous. They were beginning to wonder if someone was spiking their food with love potion: but that wasn’t possible.

Why was no one else staring at him constantly? At this beautiful star of a boy who’s beauty clashed with every flower and mythological creature meant to lure people with their looks?

It didn’t matter what he was doing. When he was writing he looked so endearingly thoughtful, when he ate they felt nothing but satisfaction at the thought of him being nourished.

It hit a wall one afternoon when someone was actually looking. Pansy. She wasn’t competition by any means, Draco and y/n were in a committed relationship and communicated well enough, but they way she looked at him like he would ever look back, like he didn’t belong to someone…y/n grabbed dracos arm.

“I need you for something, come.”

He sneered, annoyed at being pulled away in the middle of conversation.

“Alright, you don’t need to rip my arm off.”

Y/n looked around subtly, still having a steel grip on dracos arm despite his tugging, before they entered a broom closet.

“What’s wrong with you?”

They smashed their lips together, hands immediately grabbing onto that cursed waist.

“How are you this gorgeous?”

“I..gorgeous?”

He was astounded. Never had he been treated like this. He had always been expected to be the man, to open doors and take the lead, but it was non existent here. Y/n handled him like he was something delicate, like he was some sort of girl.

“I’m not a girl, you know.”

They knew what he was referring to immediately, and the glint in their eye and the hand on the rim of his pants said ‘oh, I know very well.’

“No, you’re not. But can’t I treat you like something precious? Because you are.”

They looked down on him, a hand coming to his cheek, not much unlike how it had days ago in class. The look in their eyes wasn’t indescribable now. It was patient, adoring. Amused, and devoted. It was a lot.

He felt lost for words, swallowed, and their eyes caught the movement like a shark in love with a particularly small fish.

“I haven’t been able to concentrate.”

They said, and slowly pressed wet kisses to his pale swan neck. He trembled, but snorted to the best of his nervous ability.

“Have you ever?”

They tugged at his waist in tease. “That’s not the point,” they stopped by his ear, breath low and hot, “I love you, more than anything. I love everything you do. I wish I could…crawl inside you and live there forever.”

Draco shivered, and the heat in his gut was making him dizzy, “you sound crazy. Demented.”

“Only for you, my love. Only for you.”

[eddiesbug]

imagine best friend!james coming back from a really bad night out/date/hook up/idk stuck in subspace and going to ur house so you just tease him until he's crying and begging for you take care of him so you do :((

this is so much longer than i intended i’m v sorry😭😭

James sniffles quietly as he stumbles through your front door, crashing into the table and knocking over a vase before he even gets his shoes off. You rush down the stairs, eyes softening as you take in his state. His whole face is flushed a brilliant red and his eyes are drooping. He’s well and truly gone.

“Jamie,” you murmur, “What’s going on?”

“‘m sorry,” he says, frantically rearranging the flowers in the vase - peonies, a myriad of whites and pinks - and setting them down.

“That doesn’t matter. What happened?” You hold your hand out, letting him tentatively clutch your fingers before you lead him to the sofa. You nudge him until he’s sitting, settling cross legged beside him and brushing the damp curls from his face. “C’mon, talk to me.”

“It was so bad,” he whimpers, “She l-left me there after she was done. Feel all bad.”

“She didn’t help you out? Didn’t let you finish?” you ask. You’re seething on the inside but remain composed for his sake. The last thing you want is to push him further into subspace. He shakes his head, pawing at your chest and leaning into your touch.

“She wasn’t even nice. Not like you,” he mumbles, nuzzling your neck, “You smell good.”

“Thanks, Jamie,” you breathe, resting your forehead against the very top of his head. He nearly passes out when you start running your fingers through his locks, thumbs rubbing soothing circles into his forehead. “That nice?”

“Mm,” he agrees, climbing into your lap. “D’ya know I love you?” he asks suddenly.

“I love you too, sunshine,” you giggle, “You know you’re my bestest friend.”

“No,” he whines, “Love you even more than that!” You kiss his head.

“We’ll talk about that tomorrow, alright?” He immediately assumes the worst from your statement, eyes welling with tears. His arms wrap around your waist and he rests his face in the crook of your shoulder, seeking comfort from you even when you’re the one causing him distress. You stumble over your words to soothe him. “No, sunshine, that’s not what I meant! I just wanted to wait until you felt better to talk about it. Of course I love you, Jamie. How could I not?”

“Promise?”

“Promise. Now, what do you need, baby?” Your hands graze his sides and he murmurs unintelligibly, not even aware that he’s grinding into your lap. “Needy thing,” you laugh, “You want me to help you?” He nods, pressing himself into you harder.

“Please, please.”

“Words, baby,” you tease. His lower lip quivers as he desperately tries to hold the tears in.

“Please. Please touch me,” he whimpers. You trail your hand down his body agonisingly slow, your only real motive to see him squirm. “Fuck, please. I’ll be good!” He grunts, head lolling as he bucks his hips towards you. Reaching into his trousers, you push them down just enough for his erection to spring free; you spit into your hand, gripping his cock in your fist and pumping a couple of times. His reaction is beyond perfect; he moans, thrusting into your hand and grasping at your t-shirt wantonly.

“Shh, shh,” you hush, carding your free hand through his curls. He’s already close, he’s throbbing in your hand. “‘s alright, sunshine. Just relax f’me.”

“Don’t stop,” he chokes, keening as you run your thumb over the head of his dick. “O-oh my merlin. Fuck!” Before you can get another word out, he’s shuddering and spilling into your hand. You coax him through, murmuring sweet praises to him all the while.

“So good f’me, baby. Such a good boy.” He wraps his arms around your neck, needing your comfort. “‘ve got you. Let’s get you to bed, alright.” You stand, giggling as James wraps his whole body around yours, even as you walk to the bathroom. You clean him up with a wet flannel, peppering him with kisses and affection as you do so.

“You so much nicer than h-her,” he hiccups, holding his arms up and pouting. “Want you.”

“You have me,” you say as you replace his clothes with clean ones; you always keep spare clothes for him at your house, seeing as he’s there so much.

You get him settled in your bed, holding him close as he grumbles and gripes. You massage his neck and shoulders until he’s putty in your hands, eyes closed in complete bliss. You really do love him; he’s the sweetest, most caring person you’ve ever met. You gaze down at him - he’s out like a light, dozing against your neck - and kiss his head. He’s your sunshine.