#harrypotter smuts

[slytherinslut0]

mattheo riddle. let me fuck you.

PAIRING: Mattheo Riddle x Gryffindor!Reader

SUMMARY: worried that mattheo was just going to use you for sex and leave, you had him agree to courting you first until you felt you were ready to take it to the next level. after months of this, mattheo finally can’t take it anymore, and lands himself on his knees at your feet.

WORD COUNT: 4.1k.

TAGS: 18+, SMUT MDNI, Degradation, Praise, Absolute Feralism, Begging, Exhibitionism, Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasm, PIV, Semi-Public Sex (implied cloaking charm), Dirty Talk, Swearing, Oral (f receiving), Body Worship, Slight Breeding Kink.

Courage. Bravery. Honesty--all traits that your house, Gryffindor, valued and honoured.

However, conspicuously absent from that list, was stupidity. A trait that you certainly seemed to posses a fucking abundance of these days.

To delve into the specifics, you possessed stupidity in the form of pure idiocy that took root when you began messing around with a certain curly haired Slytherin boy. This curly haired Slytherin boy just so happened to come from a group of assholes who seemingly detested your friends as well as your own bloody existence, having been nothing shy of full blown enemies for majority of your time spent at Hogwarts.

And yet, somehow, one thing led to another with this certain boy, and before you knew it you'd found yourself in a certain situation you'd never have imagined in a million damn years.

A courtship.

Securing Mattheo Riddle's commitment to court you exclusively, with a firm agreement to abstain from sex until you felt unequivocally ready, baffled your understanding. This arrangement was meticulously crafted out of a deep-seated concern that, left unchecked, he might merely try fuck you and then vanish without a trace.

He was known for doing that.

The rules of the courtship were a safeguard for your heart, a decision rooted in self-preservation, rather than any preoccupation with your virginity or lack thereof.

The harsh reality was simple – you desired Mattheo Riddle, despite every instinct screaming that you shouldn't. To shield your heart from potential wreckage, you implemented a set of rules governing the extent to which Mattheo could advance in your relationship. The decision to progress to the next level, if and when you deemed him deserving, rested solely in your hands.

It was a fool proof plan. No way for you to get hurt.

However, to absolutely no one's surprise, Mattheo wasn't a fan of this plan –not when he reluctantly agreed to it, and certainly not now. Not as you were seated across from him in a dimly lit corner of the library, the top buttons of your white button-up uniform shirt straining against the curve of your tits, your tie a loosened mess around your neck, and your burgundy pleated skirt way too fucking short for any bloody blokes sanity to remain intact.

Mattheo had counted the fucking days since the two of you started messing around, each instance of shared intimacy without crossing that final threshold chipping away at his restraint like relentless erosion. He wasn't fucking sure how much he had left in him.

"Did you finish this one, Matt?" Your voice rang out as a soft whisper, the hum of it snapping Mattheo from his wandering thoughts.

Forcing himself to meet your eyes and not linger on the buttons of your shirt just begging for fucking relief, he nodded. "Yeah. This one too."

Mattheo lifted a divination book, a testament to the exhaustive night the two of you had spent cramming for tomorrow's exam. Weary, you gave a nod, pushing up from the desk.

"Let's put these away, yeah?" you suggested gently.

Mattheo's throat parched as he observed you tugging down your skirt, a belated realization of how perilously high it had inched past your hips. With an innocent effort to conceal the expanse of those enticingly thick thighs – the same thighs he enthusiastically found himself nestled between every damn night – you fueled a growing heat within him. Mattheo cleared his throat awkwardly, giving a nod before pushing himself up as well.

As the two of you retreated into a dimmer, more secluded section of the library, you bent at the hips to return your book to its shelf. Unmindful of Mattheo's intense gaze, exhausted yet persistent, you began chattering. "I think there might be one more we can skim through, if you're still up for it-"

That thought abruptly dissolved as two sizable, calloused hands sought out your body, gripping anywhere and everywhere they could. An instinctive flinch involuntarily escaped you, but the sensation of those hands delicately tracing your thighs swiftly eased your tension. A trail of burning flames surged up your torso, and you instinctively straightened against him.

"For fucks sake." Mattheo's voice resonated as a low, deep growl in your ear, so intense you questioned whether he meant for you to hear it. His fingers clawed at the buttons of your shirt, nearly tearing it open in a frenzy. "What the fuck are you doing to me."

"Matt-" your hands came up, finding his. The two of you had certainly messed around in a lot of questionable places, but the library? At midnight on a weekday? "W-what are you-"

That sentence was abruptly cut short as Mattheo's lips attacked your neck at the same exact moment he slipped a hand through your now unbottoned shirt and roughly cupped one of your tits, twirling his thumb over your nipple. An entire body shudder rumbled through your limbs and the softest of moans escaped your lips, filling the charged air between you.

Music to Mattheo's fucking ears.

"Let me fuck you." It wasnt necessarily a demand but more of a plea. The desperation in his tone was fucking palpable. He sunk his teeth into the side of your neck as he pressed his hips against your ass, the entirety of his erection jabbing into your back. "Let me fucking fuck you."

You gasped, lids fluttering in an involuntary response as his hand switched to your other breast now, kneading and groping and squeezing with just as much fervour, more even. When you moaned again, he growled against your neck, pulling off you momentarily just to spin you around to face him.

His hands seized your hips, pressing you back against the shelf. "What is it, princess? What the fuck do you need from me?"

You scarcely had a moment to absorb the question, accompanied by the raw, desperate vulnerability in his tone, before he surged into action again. Long fingers slipped beneath the waistband of your skirt, while the other hand ascended to your jaw, gently tilting your head back to meet his intense gaze.

"I've been so fucking good, have I not?" His fingers inched excruciatingly slow over your mound, taking his time to tease you for all he could, watching every subtle ministration of your face as he went. "I've stayed out of fights. Haven't partied. I've been so fucking loyal..."

You swallowed, acknowledging the sincerity in his words. Yes, all those things were undeniably true. Mattheo had transformed into a different man in recent times. While you were drawn to him for the chaotic soul he was, the fact that he willingly opted out of party nights to spend time with you hadn't escaped your notice in the slightest.

Mattheo noted your silence. "Was it the drugs? Because you know I quit those."

Long fingers crept toward your slit, one finger gliding along and coating itself in your slick. Gods, if you weren't already fucking dripping for him.

You tried to shake your head. "No, Matty..."

His hold on your jaw tightened as he felt how fucking wet you already were. He snuffed a groan in his throat. How a little fucking Gryffindor could manage to have him in such a chokehold was beyond his comprehension.

"Is it the smokes?" He tilted his head, watching your eyes. "Because, fuck--I'll light every last one into flames right here in this fucking isle. I'll use the ashes to sear your fucking name onto my skin--just give me the goddamn words."

As his finger connected with your clit, drawing quick frantic circles over it, you mewled, your hands squeezing his biceps as your brain could only muster the comprehension to say one fucking word.

"Mattheo-"

"Mhm." Mattheo groaned, pressing his lips to your temple, his hand on your jaw slithering down to clasp a firm hold around your neck. "Yeah, baby, that's my name, fuck...say it again."

His pace on your clit increased, your head spun with carnal lust. Intoxicated. "Mattheo-"

"Yeah, good girl. Fuck--so fucking good." The reply came within seconds, along with the release of your throat, his hand gliding back to tangle in your hair. "Come on, baby, you know I'm not in this for the sex...you know I want way more than that."

If you hadn't already been rendered helpless and speechless from his relentless pace on your clit, you would have scoffed at that. But instead, all you could do was attempt to breathe the words out between your moans.

Your lids squeezed shut, fingernails digging into the fabric of his uniform. "I-I don't know that, actually."

"Fuck." Mattheo dipped low, his finger thrusting into your cunt before you could even realize it had, his thumb continuing the pace on your clit. The way your wet walls gripped his finger as he pumped it in and out of you was enough to send him into pure fucking desperation. He sucked in a deep inhale, gathering himself. "How do you figure that, hm?"

"Because-ah-here you are practically fucking begging me to let you fuck me." Your back arched, your legs trembling. If it wasn't for Mattheo's looming frame practically pinning you against this shelf, you were certain you'd be a pile of limbs on the floor at his feet. "You're just...t-telling me what I want to hear, Matty."

"I'm not." His pace increased, his brows knit tight. He didn't like that response. Not one fucking bit. His lips found your ear, his grip on your hair intensifying. "You don't understand how fucking bad I want you--how fucking bad I want every single last inch of you. Your laugh, your smile, your wit, your heart, your fucking soul. You haunt me every moment I'm awake. Even when I'm asleep you're there, fucking torturing me. I dream about waking up next to you. I dream about growing old with you. I dream about worshipping you, pleasuring you. I dream about pumping this perfect cunt full of my cum. No woman has ever fucking done this to me. I'm insane for you. For fucks sake please let me fucking fuck you princess. I need you so fucking bad. All of you."

"Gods," was all you could say, not a single shred of coherence left in your brain, not as those words bounced around inside your head in rhythmic hums synced with the movement of his fingers. You were right there. "Matt--fuck, I'm gonna cum-"

"Mhm, go on baby," he cooed with a softness that seemed to fray against the edges of desperation, his voice nearly shredding against his vocal cords. How he was keeping himself together was truly fucking impressive. "You're so fucking good for me. Such a pretty fucking pussy, hm?"

"Yours," you breathed out just as your vision blurred, your entire body shuddering around his fingers. "It's all yours!"

A choked gasp slipped from your lips, swiftly muffled by the plush entirety of Mattheo's mouth. His tongue invaded past your teeth, meticulously exploring your gums as if etching the details into memory. The sound of his groan reverberated through you, but it soon became a mere echo as your ears rang and your orgasm charged, coursing through every inch of your being, leaving your head spinning and your body trembling against the shelf.

Mattheo withdrew his lips from yours, sensing the aftershocks of your orgasm rippling through you, sure in the fact you had regained enough composure to remain quiet without his help. He grazed his teeth along your jawline, warm breath bathing your skin as both of you panted in unison, bodies pressed and fighting for breath as he slowly pulled his finger from your cunt and teased over your clit with slow, sensual swirls.

"Let me fuck you," he repeated again, softer this time, his voice a whisper as light as a feather in the air. "You said it's mine...you said this pussy belongs to me."

"Yes," you panted, squirming against his hold as he continued his slow teasing strokes over your clit. "I...I did say that...it does..."

"Mm," his dark eyes lingered over your lips before he leaned in slightly, resting his forehead against yours, erratic breaths intermingling. "Please. Fucking please, let me take what's mine."

Mattheo Riddle had gone by many names over the years; an asshole, a delinquent, a rebel--but a man with manners? A man who'd ever had to beg and plead for something he wanted? That was not something you would have ever included in his description. Seeing him like this, completely and openly vulnerable, did something to you. Something you knew you could no longer resist. This was a man you knew you were willing to take risks for, willing to risk getting hurt for. It'd been fucking months. You wanted him. Just as fucking badly as he wanted you.

"I dunno, Matty," you grinned, unable to fight it off even if you tried. "Maybe you should say please again...maybe you should say it on your knees..."

Mattheo huffed, a groan accompanying it.

"Dirty, dirty little thing..." he whispered, pulling his hand from your cunt entirely now, both hands shifting to your hips, gracing them with a feral squeeze. "You really fucking are mine, aren’t you?"

As Mattheo Riddle dropped to his knees at your feet, you were certain the entire world had faded away. You were certain that time no longer existed and that there wasn't a single other living being in the entire expanse of the universe--all there was, across all existing planes of reality, was you and this messy, curly haired boy at your feet, looking up at you with dreamy chocolate eyes, poised to beg and fucking plead for release from his torment.

"Fuck, you're beautiful," his hands trailed a steady path from your hips down your thighs, squeezing and grabbing every inch of flesh he could. "You know that, right?"

You pulled your lip between your teeth, unable to peel your eyes off this boy before you. He was mesmerizing, In all his glory. Every last fucking molecule of him.

"Yes, Matty..." you breathed, your hands clutching at the wooden bookshelf behind you, steadying yourself. "You tell me a thousand times a day."

"Only a thousand? I was aiming for way more than that." Mattheo hummed, wetting his smirk-adorned lips as he brought his mouth to your inner thigh, softly nipping at it. "Guess I have to step my game up, huh?"

You blinked, pulse pounding in your ears. “I-“

“Please, princess…” Mattheo shifted, snapping himself back to the task at hand, nipping at your other thigh now, his voice so soft you almost missed it. His eyes never left yours. “Fucking hell.”

In one swift movement, his hands gripped your thighs and spread them apart, one leg slung over his shoulder as he brought his lips to your already dripping cunt, placing a vulgar kiss to it, tongue delving into your slit, a trembling groan echoing in his throat when he swallowed your wetness.

Your lungs sputtered, head falling back against the shelf--his eyes, in the pits of perversion, watched you, soaking in your speechless delight while he explored each tiny crevice of your cunt. Bliss built inside of you for the second time, blocks of white hot energy, stacking with every second those velvety, full lips massaged your folds. Your mouth fell in an open pant, your hips rocking into his face--his hands moved, sticking your wrists to your hips as he gripped you there.

You struggled to find your breath--oxygen had left the room--and you squeezed your eyes shut, desperate to keep your moans quiet. Your previous orgasm still had you tingling, the stimulation almost, almost too much--but you found yourself climbing toward your second with little effort. Your eyes rolled back, pleasure crashing over you, tiny moans leaving you while he sucked slowly on your clit, engorged and throbbing at his lips.

"Fuck, Mattheo-" you whined, your nails digging into the flesh of your own thighs as his strong grip kept them pinned there. "I'm gonna-fuck-"

Your core thumped with a demand to cum--Mattheo was reining you to a cliff, your desire a wild animal, bucking with abandon and ecstasy.

"Mhm, that's it," he muttered into your flesh. "Let me fucking taste you."

His tongue swirled over your nub, slipping wet circles around it before he groaned and sucked it hard between his teeth. You wailed, cracked, orgasm gushing through you, a geyser, a cascade of ecstasy that left you quaking, your walls spasming at his chin.

There was no more holding back your moans. "Oh--f-fuck!"

Mattheo swallowed your release hungrily, releasing your wrists and clutching your hips to his head, as if the evidence of your pleasure sustained him, laving at you until you squeaked and jerked from sensitivity. With a satisfied gasp, he released you entirely, slowly rising back up to his full height, watching with tethered emotion while you descended from your high.

Without even giving you the chance to process it, he reached down and swiped two fingers along your slit, collecting your cum before bringing it up to your lips and urging it past your teeth.

"That's what I do to you, baby," he cooed, his eyes far less intense than they were before. His free hand brushed the sweat dampened hair away from your forehead, watching as you wrapped your lips around his fingers and worked them clean. "You like that?"

You nodded, heat flashing your face, and Mattheo groaned appreciatively, slowly pulling his fingers from your mouth. His gentle grip found your chin now, drawing your eyes to his.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, "you don't have to-"

You cut him off. "Fuck me, Matty."

Mattheo blinked, and you reached for his belt.

"Please, Mattheo," you clenched, body quaking with need. Even after two orgasms you still wanted more, needed more. You needed him, and now you were the one willing to beg for it. "Please, fuck me."

Almost immediately, Mattheo's eyes darkened, his gaze glossing over with a hunger that spoke volumes far louder than any words ever fucking could. He leaned in slightly, your scent still lingering on his breath.

"You want me inside you? Hm?" He purred, lips grazing over yours. "You want me to fuck you here? Open and exposed for anyone to see?"

You smirked knowingly. The cloaking charm he had cast didn't escape your notice. This boy always had a knack for thinking one step ahead. Yet, the exhilaration of the prospect was just another facet that had initially drawn you to him.

You nodded. "Yes, Mattheo...I need you..."

Mattheo pressed his lips to yours, not wasting another singular second of time as his hands moved to the clasp on his belt, fumbling with it, a low groan escaping him as he pulled his throbbing cock free, gliding his fist over it a few times as his tongue hungrily fought with yours.

Mattheo's hands shifted to your shoulders, spinning you around, your own hands grasping at the shelving in front of you. You felt the warmth of his thick length gliding between your thighs, teasing you, slicking himself in your wetness.

"You're sure you want this?" Mattheo's voice was a soft growl in your ear, his hands grasping at your hips with enough force to bruise. "Fuck, princess, please be fucking sure."

The reaction was immediate. As though he asked you if you needed oxygen to breathe. "Gods, I'm fucking sure, Mattheo. I'm so fucking sure."

"Fuck," he muttered, pressing his face into the crook of your neck, fingernails digging into your flesh, pulling your skirt higher up your torso. "You've got me so fucked up, princess..."

As he slicked his length over your core once more, teasing your entrance, you whimpered. He was so smooth and silky and fucking big...you knew this was going to sting, even after two orgasms, even after he had you dripping down your thighs. Just that thought alone made your pussy clench, you'd do fucking anything to get him inside of you.

"Mattheo..." you whined, your body tensing with each false thrust. "Stop teasing me."

"Shit,” he breathed, easing the head of his length into you now, before slowly pulling out. "I'm teasing myself, baby...I don't know if I'm going to be able to control myself-"

You groaned, shuddering. "Please!"

Mattheo matched your groan with one of his own, and with one smooth movement, he tightened his grip on your hips, tugging you closer before he drove his dick into your cunt, splitting you open with one deep, slow thrust.

"Oh..." he moaned, paused, froze, entire body seemingly turned to stone. The only outward sign of his consciousness was his rapid breath washing over your neck. "...fuck."

You gripped the edges of the shelf with such intensity your knuckles were pale, doing everything within your power to keep quiet. The feeling of him seated inside you like this was everything you'd fucking imagined it to be. Better even. Your entire body was tense with bliss, your walls moulding around him.

Mattheo's lungs sputtered. "Relax...fuck-relax around me, baby..."

"I-" You weren't sure what he meant, your body trembling, your heart pounding in your throat. "Matt-"

"I'm not going to fucking last," Mattheo growled into your ear, the strain in his vocal cords more prominent than ever. "...if you keep squeezing me like that."

You mewled, head falling back against his shoulder as you fought to suck oxygen into your lungs. Mattheo finally began to move inside you; slow, easy strokes in an effort to give you a chance to adjust, feeling your tight walls relaxing around his thick girth, before he pulled out entirely and slammed back in, stuffing you full, groaning as you pulsed around him with each brief pause.

"Fuck...tight fucking pussy...so fucking wet..." he whispered, lips pressed against your ear. "All fucking mine."

Any ounces of restraint Mattheo had managed to maintain prior to this clearly had now been entirely annihilated as he increased his pace, fucking into you like a savage, as though he'd never get to fuck you again. He panted into your ear, groaning, fingernails bruising your thighs while he hammered your cervix with thrust after thrust after thrust. Sputtered curses left him under his breath and he attempted to silence himself with your neck, biting and nibbling at your throat. You stifled every single noise that threatened to leave your lips, body bouncing with the power of his hips, air hiccuping in your lungs as he pounded you.

"This little pussy is mine...you're mine..." he growled, fingers snaking down and brushing over your clit. "Fuck, you feel so good...I can't believe you kept this from me for so fucking long..."

Rapture numbed you, at the edge of your skin, a typhoon ready to wreck you witless. Your lids fluttered, teeth biting your lip with enough force to draw blood. He was going to make you crack. Make you fucking scream. There was no way you could continue being quiet when he was fucking you this good.

"M'sorry, Matty-" you weren't even sure what you were apologizing for. "So good...so deep...I-"

"Cum for me." Desire had consumed you both, his pace embodying complete desperation, a frenzied, urgent need to bring you both to orgasm. "Cum so I can fucking breed you...pump this little cunt full of my cum like I've dreamed of doing for months..."

Mattheo increased his pace on your clit, thrusts deepening even further--which you didn't even think was physically possible. He was slamming you deep, panting with every snap of his hips, your pussy hot and slick and pulsing with your oncoming climax.

You couldn't hold it back anymore--"Oh Gods-Mattheo!"

You shattered, exploded into flames, spectrum of colour blazing through your mind, a string of sobbing wails fleeing you as pulsed and spasmed on his dick, third climax shuddering through your veins. Mattheo groaned, clamping his palm over your lips as he continued to drill into you, holding off his own climax for as long as he could until he was physically unable to control himself--and he cursed, lungs sputtering as his hips slowed, cock twitching inside you as he poured his cum inside your cunt.

The room itself seemed to shudder, a tremor rumbling in the hardwood until he had finished and slowly pulled out, a deep, satisfied sigh leaving his chest.

After you collected yourself enough you spun around and watched as he tucked himself away, brushing his dampened curly hair back from his forehead. He straightened out, tucking the soft white fabric of his uniform shirt back into his pants before doing up his belt.

The second his eyes met yours, you reached for him. "I'm sorry for making you wait-"

"Don't ever be sorry," he cut you off, pulling you into him and placing a soft kiss on your forehead. "You were more than worth the wait, baby."

[angelfrombeneth]

LET ME BE THE JUDGE OF THAT - T . NOTT

Mature Content Ahead

Theodore Nott x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and Enzo are best friend, you have a bi-weekly gossip session at the astronomy tower during your bi-weekly smoke break. During said gossip, Enzo drops some juicy goss about a certain slytherin boy and how he's 'packing', iygwim ;)

Warnings: SMUT, Switch Theo and Reader, Mentions of Smoking, Graphic descriptions of sex, Slight Male!Receiving Oral, Squirting

A/N: I apologise for any spelling mistakes or slightly off sentences. I did proof read but I am dyslexic with acrylics on so my spelling gets progressively worse.

Theodore Nott. The man he was. He was one of your friends, he was in the group of the original slytherins from day dot. You always harboured something towards him - you just didn't know if it was feelings or pure lust. The man was an absolute pantie dropper. He just got even hotter with puberty.

Though he wasn't as much as a whore as Mattheo, he definitely stuck his dick in a few things (stupid bitches). There were many rumours about him but no one knew it was real, no one kiss and told with him. For all you knew he could've been an absolute virgin. But one of the rumours was true, Enzo mentioned over your bi-weekly free period cig break in the Astronomy tower.

"Oh! I've got some goss for you" Enzo chuckled as he pointed his slender fingers at you. His cigarette perfectly slotted inbetween his index and middle.

"What?" You looked over at him intruiged, as you stayed sat against the railing of the tower, your feet dangling over the old cobble below.

"Theo" He smirked. If you were a dog your ears would've perked up. The way your body instantly sat up straight away as you looked over at him more alert than ever. Your hand paused infront of you, the cig butt burning out. "Its big" He winked.

"Oh fuck off 'Zo" You took a puff from your cig, letting it hit your throat before exhaling. "You're full of shit, I'm not sitting here and listening to you bullshit another stupid 'Big Dick of Hogwarts' again. Do you know I actually got with Adrien just to fucking see" You rolled your eyes.

Enzo laughed "Did you actually?!"

You nodded as you inhaled the smoke from your cigarette, flicking the end as ash fell from the tip. "Well embarassing too, was so turned off at the.. what 3 inches I had to work with, just walked out" You groaned.

Enzo snickered but collected himself. "I'm serious though, it's literally huge. He sent a picture to the lads groupchat-"

"Why?" You cut him off

"We wanted to compare dick sizes so we measure it against our DADA text books" Enzo shrugged.

"You lot are fucking stupid..." You shook your head. "But.. out of interest where abouts was it? Would you say centered with the authors name in the centre or? I know the book is 15 inches tall" You spoke, putting out your cig on the metal bar.

"Jesus fucking Christ you are a freak" Enzo laughed putting out his cigarette beside yours. "But it was to the title lettering"

You stood up in shock. "You're saying Theodore Nott has a 9 inch penis.."

"How do you know the size- Wait I'll just show you" He pulled his phone out of his pocket, pulling up the groupchat and showing you the picture. Now with Enzo, if you couldn't guess it by now, he was the male gay of the group - him and Pans representing the rainbow together. You all thought it would be Blaise he turns out he ended up hitting it off well with Luna Lovegood.

"No.. fucking way" You gripped the muggle phone as you stared at the picture. "This makes me want to fuck Theo even more 'Zo. I've been toying with the idea but fuck this solidifies it"

Enzo laughs "Well he's been having a 'dry spell at the moment' said he can't get it up because of an 'inconsistency' he said but he won't tell anyone. Sounds like he's seen something that'll only make him hard".

"Inconsistency? Pfft, I'll be the judge of that" You smirked.

"Oh I bet you will" He snickered.

"Jesus, this cig break was crazy" You laughed, giving Enzo his phone back and the two of you walked down the steps of the tower.

"I'll update you if I hear anything more from Mr 9 inches" Enzo winks.

You shook your head bidding him a goodbye.

Later that day, You made your way into the dungeons, walking to Enzo's dorm to tell him about the crazy fight between Astoria and a random Ravenclaw over Draco.

"Zo you'll never fucking believe it. Astoria ate shit today and got her ass handed to by a Raven...claw-" You flung open the door, looking up and locking eyes to chest with a very naked, towel covered sadly, Theo.

"My eyes are up here bella" He smirked.

You gawked at him, shocked to see him, especially how chiseled he was... as your mouth practically salivated at the sight of him.

"Bella?" Theo chuckled at your frozen figure.

"Respectfully Theo, I've always found you so fucking hot. But now I'm going to have to definitely suck you off" You smirked up at him.

He snickered as he gazed at you. His tongue running across his bottom lip before biting it. "You really dont play around... Come on then"

You slammed the door behind you as you lunged yourself at Theo, crashing your lips onto his. His hands roaming your body as your slid from his shoulders to his damp chest. Your fingers working through the crevasses slowly.

"My.. my.. So eager" He laughed as you pushed him back against a bed while yanking at the towel watching as he caught himself with his hands on the bed, sitting up as he supported himself completely naked.

You bit your lip as you dropped to your knees. "Fuck.. Enzo wasn't lying" You placed your hands on his thighs.

"What?" Theo froze.

"Enzo showed me your dick pic.. Its even bigger in person though" You bit your lip.

"Fucking Enzo.. So you saw my cock and now wanna suck it because of a picture?"

"Yeah pretty much" You licked a stripe up the base of his shafts to the tip as you peered up at him smirking as he let out a shaky gasp.

"You are a weird one Y/N.. Now hurry up before I fuck your face with it" He groaned slightly agitated at being teased.

"He also said about your inconsistency to get it up Nott.. you seem to not be having an issue" You smirked as you took his length into your hands as you jerked him off slightly as you kissed up his pelvis.

"Don't act so suprised bella.. We both know it was because of you and that cheeky thong of yours. Why'd you think that was OK?" Theo sighed as he bit his lip peering down at you.

"Me?" You questioned.

You peered outside your door, looking left and right before slithering out. You really wanted to grab some water from the kitchen but it was so late and you couldn't be asked to wait till breakfast.

You snuck out the common room, running down to the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water but also stealing a few biscuits while you were at it.

You had successfully made it back to the common room, slowly walking down the stairs before turning to walk up the stairs to your dorm. You felt a presence near you but you, looked around and saw no one. So you shrugged it off.

Third POV

"Fuck-" Theo hissed as he flicked his cigarette out the window as he stared at your figure stood at the end of the stairs.

The way you stood in your little black knee high socks, paired with an absolute ravishing black lace thong - leaving nothing to Theo's imagination. Not only that, a tiny crop top with underboov practically spilling out. Theodore was spoilt by this view. He noticed you didn't notice him as you crept back upstairs. The growing tent in his joggers as he stood up to readjust but ending up moaning at the slight friction of the fabric.

What you didn't know, is that night Theo went and jacked off 6 times thinking about you. He'd never came so much, let alone been so weak for anyone. You were all he could think about for weeks. Even when he came to the situation of fucking a random ass Ravenclaw after a party, he couldn't get it up. It wasn't until he thought about that night. You. He could. He ended up ploughing the fuck out of that poor Ravenclaw imaging the girl was you. After that he vowed to celibacy until he could get his hands on you.

"What are you talking about" You laughed as you kitten licked his tip, staring up at him as he fought back his moans. His fists whitening as he clenched then tightly.

"I.. saw you" He gulped, submitting and sitting on the bed as you shuffled closer. "Two weeks ago- You went somewhere I don't fucking know. But you were in a tiny fucking thong and- there was just so much boob and ass.." You tilted your head as you stared at him. "Y/N- I fucked my shit so hard- I fucked a random bitch- I nearly fucking moaned your name" He was pratically begging for you at this point.

You stood up, straddling his hips as you smirked at him, caressing his cheek. "I'm flattered Nott, if you wanted to fuck me you should've just asked" You bit your lip.

"God- S'bad.. I want you so bad Y/N" He pratically whimpered as his cock twitches up against your thigh.

"Who knew Theodore Nott was a begger.. especially with all this" You chuckled, running your hand up his whole length. You lifted your thong to the side as you lined up his dick with your entrance as you slowly sank down on it. Sighing softly as the poor boy whimpered under you.

"Good boy" You cooed, ruffling his hair as you slowly rocked your hips back and forth, biting your lip at the feeling of his dick moving inside of you, hitting your G-spot every. fucking. time.

"I fucking hate.. how weak you make me" He whines, a soft pout upon his lips as his hands grasp at your clothed breasts through your uniform.

You capture his lips, kissing him softly, speaking between the breaths- "You're so.. fucking.. hot.." You sighed as you arched your back, throwing your head back as you gripped his shoulders as you sped up the pace as you rode him. Your hips buckling against his chest as you left out soft whines and moans. Supporting yourself by your arms but you were growing weak. As much as it was hot to see a submissive Theodore, his dick was perfectly hitting your G-spot every fucking time that you were crumbling.

You threw your head forward, looking at Theo as you panted, your mouth open agape as you stared down at him. Lust in your eyes. "Ruin me Nott" you gagged out.

It was like a code word or something. In that moment, Theo pulled out and flipped you over. Ripping off your uniform but leaving your tie on. Slapping your ass harshly as he theusted his dick back into you, tugging on your tie, choking you slightly as he began to piston into you from behind. You gasped, a moan catching in your throat as your head leaned back slightly at the tug of the tie as you felt Theo's hand grip at your neck tightly as you gasped.

"Good girl.. Be good for me.. principessa" He whispered lowly as he let go of your tie, wrapping an arm around your waist as he yanked you up, leaning your back against his chest. You moaned lightly, gritting your teeth as his dick absolutely crushed your insides. His lips upon your neck, biting and sucking on the skin, as his free hand gripped your left breast.

"Fuck!" You whined out as you gasped. The overwhelming feeling of his dick and his touch was driving you insane. "I'm co-" You screamed out as he sped up his thrusts. You gripped his thighs, digging your nails into them as you screamed out. Your eyes rolling back as you let out a low groan as you came harshly against his dick.

Theo let go of you, letting you fall forward against the bed as you panted heavily, breath shaky as you gripped at the sheets below you. His dick still in you as he stared down at your twitching body.

"I'm not done yet, amore mio" He smirked, slapping your ass as he pulled out. Flipping you over as he leaned over kissing you softly. Your arms snaked around his neck, pulling his closer as you sucked on tongue as he gasped feeling him enter you once again.

"Theo- I don't think I can take anymore" You panted, giggling softly, slightly scared.

"You will" He smiled at you, kissing your cheek as he slowly dragged himself in and out of you. "I need to cum too, and you need to come atleast 2 more times" He winked.

His lips captured yours as he kissed you passionately. You wrapped your arms around his neck, your hand finding it's way through his curls as you tugged on them with each pummel into your G-spot. Theo definitely knew how to use all inches of his deadly weapon. You did question why you left it so long.

He pulled away, peppering kisses down your jaw, neck and collarbone, nibbling and sucking lightly occasionally scattering hickies and marks. "So. Beautiful" He growled as he grit his teeth. His grip on the headboard directly above you tightened as he thrusted harder onto you.

"T-Theo" you yelped, scratching down his back harshly with your sharp acrylics. Gasping as he cocked his leg up slightly hitting into you at a tilted angle driving you insane.

"Doing so good, darling. You look so beautiful" He pecked your lips as his grip tightened on his bed frame, thrusting faster as the bed below the pair of you began to creak with each movement. "Good girl.. You are doing so well" He kissed your cheek softly as you let out a soft string of moans.

Your eyes rolled back slightly as your panting became erratic, your toes curling as you shrieked, digging your nails further into his back. "Fuck! Fuckfuckfuckfuck- I'm cumming!" You screamed out as you arched your back, your legs twitching as Theo continued to relentlessly pound into you, showing no remorse for your sensitive state. You yelped loudly, throwing your head forward, locking eyes with him as the knot harshly unwrapped in your stomach as you came harshly against him. He continues to fuck you through your high causing you to squirt. Everywhere.

You threw your head back, squinting your eyes as you gritted your teeth whining as your hands fell from his back to the sheets as you fisted them. It took you a moment to come round, you were seeing white during your high. You noticed Theo slow down, but still continuing to slowly pump into you. You felt his hand caress your cheek as he chuckled softly.

"You alright bella? Thought I lost you there" He smirked softly as he kissed your forehead.

You looked up at him, panting softly, pulling his neck as you placed a soft kiss on his lips. "You're going to kill me Nott.. How have you still not came-" You groaned.

He laughed, hooking his arms under your thighs, he lifted you up causing you to shriek. The boy stood up, lowering you once against fully on his length. His hands gripping your ass as he thrusted into you. Your body recoiling against him as your skin slapped harshly against his.

"Fuck- There-" You gulped biting your lip as your hands gripped his shoulders.

"Love making you feel good.. I could make you cum all day, I don't care if i do too" You groaned, his jaw tensing as you noticed his dick twitch inside of you. He walked across the room, your body rebounding every thrust back into him as you whimpered lowly. He pushed you up against the door, his pace quickening once he leant u against it.

"Fuck yes! You're so tight for me bella, just for me-" He moaned softly into your ear as his face buried into your neck. Soft whimpers leaving his lips turning you on even more. Your hips bucked against him as you tightened your core as you began to lift yourself to bounce up and down. Soft moans leaving your lips as he bit at your neck, whining into your skin.

"M'close!-" He yelped, gulping as he kissed your roughly. You pulled him as close as you could as he continued to plough into you against the door. The pair of you gaining closer and closr to your releases. His thrusts progressively becoming more erratic.

Suddenly, Theo halted before he drop you to your feet, pulling out as you gasped at the sudden lack of pleasure. He pulls you to the bed again, pushing you face first down as he climbed ontop of you. You had no time to compute what was going on or question him. It all happened so fast. His legs eitherside yours trapping you down as he slaps your ass. A soft yelp leaving your lips as he spread your ass and thighs with his hand as he pushed back in. The boy was fucking mounting you like a horse.

He kisses your shoulder messily as he bites down on it, his thrusts becoming messy as you gripped at the sheets again. "Tell me if your- uncomftable" He groaned in your ear. His thrusts growing messier and messier as he sped up. His poor bed frame screaming for a break, constant creaking and slamming against the wall as you both moaned. You were worried for the dorm next door, the pair of you didn't think of a silencing charm.

His whimpering driving you over the edge as you screamed into the pillow. Theo knew you were close, he could feel it as you tightened around him.

The boy chased for his high along with you. You both letting out some rather unattractive groans and whines as you drew close together.

"Sei cosi' sexy" (You're so sexy) He groaned, nibbling at your shoulder as he continued to whimper softly in your ear. His pants become erratic as he continued to thrust into you, at a wildly animalistic pace. "Mio, tu sei mio..~" (Mine, you are mine..~) he whined out, pushing your hair aside as he sucked at your neck. His pants becoming gasps as his dick twitched inside of you. You had no clue what he was saying, but his Italian accent was making you even more wet.

"FUCK!-" you screamed as you sobbed into the pillow, biting the plush object as you harshly came against his thrusts as he sped up one last time, before delving deep inside of you, practically burying himself and his cum deep inside of you.

"Porca puttana, cosi' stretto! Tutto mio. Ti amo, cazzo-" (Holy shit, so tight! All mine. I fucking love you-) He groaned as he held himself above you, his arms shaking as he panted heavily. "Holy fuck.." He collected himself before pulling out and crashing beside you, pushing his hair out of his face.

The pair of you had a few minutes of silence, panting heavily and collecting yourself together.

You lifted your hair out of the pillow as you turned to look at his fucked out face beside you. You let out a soft snicker as you moved to cuddle him, putting your head on his chest.

Theo didn't know you knew a bit of Italian not much, but enough to know he just professed his love for you.

"Ti amo" You smiled up at him. His face shot to you, his eyes wide and his cheeks flushed.

"You understood?-" He gulped.

"Only slightly but, I love you too Theo" You kissed his cheek.

He shook his head, laying a soft kiss on your lips.

The two of you cuddled a bit longer before you retreated to the shower where you went another round. You don't know how you did it. Your legs certainly hate you at this point. He decided to leave some nasty bite marks and hickies on your thighs. He even drew blood a few times but that's something the two of you can toy with later...

Later you stumbled down the stairs in one of Theo's tshirts. Your hair very messy and skin peppered in hickies and bites from neck to thigh. Theo followed behind you.

You noticed your friends sat upon the couches in the common room.

You looked to Enzo "Can confirm it is definitely 9 inches" You both laughed as your friends look at you confused.

"Who-" Draco questioned before gasps came from them all as Theo walked downstairs, covered in scratch marks, bites and hickies as he stood behind you ruffling his hair in just his trackies.

"Oh my god" Pansy gawked.

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brother’s best mate | draco malfoy

pairings - draco malfoy/reader’s | brother’s best friend!au |

sypnosis : when your older brother's best friend finds out about your date with Diggory—he decides to give you a piece of his mind.

word count : 3.4k

warnings: smut, established siblings, weed, choking, pet names, minor girl fight, size kink, not proofread so sorry

authors note: the reader is 18 in high school and graduates in less than a few months!! no minors are sexual in this one-shot. draco is 19 and only one year older than the reader. this was fun to write but lowk got lazy at the end. hope you all enjoy its very smutty.

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You walked alongside your class mate, Ginny Weasley—a fourth year just like you. A Gryffindor with fiery bright red hair and the personality of a lion, freckled marks littering her nose. She had been your newfound best friend, usually sticking within your own house which had been Slytherin up until recently.

Some drama that had occurred in third year, so you began to seek friendships from other houses as well. You never really cared, but your older brother insisted you hang out with your true kind. Whatever that meant.

Ginny paused as they strolled past the Great Hall. “Say, _ _—Oh!”

You felt someone run into you from behind, a brute force slamming into you full force. Your knees wobbled and collapsed as your palms shielded your face, stinging as they slapped the concrete floor. Blinking with wide eyes, your eyes snapped up to meet a pair of narrowed blue eyes.

“Parkinson,” Ginny called from behind you, storming past you. Your arm shot to reach for her wrist as you held her back. “Chill Gin, it’s cool.”

The dark haired girl smirked, crossing her thin arms over her chest, where her tits practically spilled out. You almost gagged at the sight as Pansy chuckled,

“Sorry, _ _. Didn’t see ya.”

“Bullshit!”

“She’s not even worth it. Come on,” You rolled your eyes, thankful Ginny had your back in the back of your mind. Pansy’s smirk faded as you spun around, reaching out and shoving you from behind. You fell forward once again, Ginny calling out your name as she kneeled beside you. Both of you send the laughing girl a glare.

“What is your problem?” You hissed, standing up on your feet. “I haven’t—“

“He broke up with me. Neville broke up with me—for you. You fucking cunt. And now, I’m going to beat you and that Gryffindor’s ass.”

Your brows knit together. Neville? But you hadn’t spoken to him in months, ever since last year. When he had broken up with you for Pansy Parkinson.

A smirk crept onto your lips, still on the ground. Her cheeks reddened at your next words, “Huh. Isn’t that ironic.”

“You bitch,” she gritted her teeth before slapping you across the face. Your eyes widened as you smiled in shock, not believing that this whore was fighting you over a man. When you had found out that Neville, who you dated for a solid two months, decided to cheat on you with Pansy Parkinson. The new, shiny exchange student from Beauxbaton Academy. She spoke French and was the only girl to show off cleavage.

She had been the talk of most of the boys in each house for months.

Apparently, the French liked to get down and under. Real quick. Half the boys went through her by the time summer rolled around. You remember your older brother mentioning her, saying if his best friend hadn’t fucked her before he graduated then he most definitely would have “tapped”. All he had earned from you was an eye roll.

“You crazy slag!” Ginny shouted, but before she could step in—a deep voice interrupted.

As you stood from the ground, picking up your book that you had dropped, you froze before quickly facing the voice. A warmness flourished in your chest as a familiar smirk was given to Pansy, by a blonde Slytherin that had graduated last year. Your brother, Alex , stood beside him, “Parkinson. Please don’t tell me your shoving my baby sis because of one of your personal wankers.“

Draco chuckled to himself, his head shaking before shoving his hands into his pockets. His hair had been combed to the side, a single strand falling over those piercing eyes of his. A black long sleeve tightened around his muscular back, a pair of black slacks to matched. You could almost smell his cologne from here.

“Can it, Waters,” she snapped at your brother, shifting her scowl into a smile when your sights landed on Draco.

“Draco—I didn’t know you were back. I would have looked for you.”

“Exactly why I didn’t,” he replied quietly, rubbing the back of his neck before clearing his throat.

Parkinson blushed a deep red, looking away from Draco. Ginny threw her a brow. “Didn’t you and Longbottom just break up?”

“Longbottom, Pans? The kid looks like a human piranha—bless his soul,” Alex chuckled, but you shook your head.

“No, he looks better. He got surgery.”

“No wa—!”

“Both of you shut up!” Pansy spat at both your brother and you, causing you all to just look at her with expecting looks. After her eyes swept back and forth across all of yours, she groaned before spinning around and stomping away. Alex tilted his head at her, “What’s with her?”

“Neville broke up with her for _ _,” Ginny replied, an knowing smile on her face as she nudged you. “But she happens to fancy someone else.”

“I would be mad to if a bloke that looked like that broke up—“

“Who?”

Your eyes found Draco’s. He was looking at you, with something new flickering in his eyes. His jaw was clenched as a soft smile played on his lips for you. Ginny nor Alex responded, waiting for you to respond.

“Urm, just some kid I met at a party.”

You were talking about Cedric Diggory. He was the golden boy of Hufflepuff, with those dreamy eyes and charming smile. Your heart soared whenever he passed you in the halls, sending you his specialty wink. You had to bite your lip to hold back a smile for the rest of the day, almost drawing blood. And last night, you had both texted non-stop.

Tonight you were supposed to meet him in Hogsmeade. Spring Break was coming up, which is why your brother had came in the first place. You always spent Spring Break with your brother—and Draco just always happened to be with him. They were inseparable. Ever since first year.

“You go out with him yet?” Draco asked another question, narrowing his eyes. His head tilted as he studied you.

“No.”

“But she’s meant to tonight,” Ginny added, throwing an arm around you. You threw her a stare but she wasn’t paying attention to you, sending heart eyes to Draco. She always a massive crush on him, and you were sure he knew. Especially when he sent her a boyish smile right now. “Thank you, Weasel. Though, you don’t look much like a weasel anymore.”

She tucked her hair behind her ear as Alex rolled his eyes. “Gross, bro. Don’t flirt with my baby sis’s friends, ight?”

Draco chuckled as you groaned, “Ginnyishelpingmepackokbye,” you rushed out before grabbing your giggling friend.

You stood outside your favorite restaurant in Hogsmeade—The Flying Dutchman. They had the best burgers in town, and you’re the one who actually proposed to come here when Cedric asked you out. Your brother, Draco, and you always came here for dinner when you rented out your hotel room. Like every Spring break. A faint smile wore on your lips at the memory as the spring breeze pressed warm kisses onto your flesh.

But as more time passed by, that smile began to fade. Cedric had been more than thirty minutes late.

Ginny texted her that about after an hour, you should call it quits. And so you kept checking your phone, tapping your glossy heel against the concrete of the sidewalk. Your heart banged on your rib cage as blood rushed to your ears. Everything was slightly muffled as embarrassment overcame you.

And when it hit nine o’clock, you began to walk to your hotel.

Anger coursed through your veins. How dare he asked you out then ghost you completely?

You pulled out your phone and sent him a few messages cursing him out before shoving it back into your purse. With glossy eyes, after about ten minutes, you had reached the hotel room you were to be having alone. Your brother and Draco would be sharing the next one over. Approaching the entrance, where green glass pillars cascaded over a tall, lavish building—you hummed as the cool air conditioning welcomed you.

“Welcome,” a faux customer service voice rung in your ear. Your eyes landed on the front desk attendant, a young man. “Do you have a reservation?”

“Yes. Under Waters.“

“The single queen bed with a walk in-closet?”

You blushed, “Yes.”

“Perfect. Will that be cash or credit.”

“It’s on file. I come like, every year,” you explained, and he nodded firmly before clicking his mouse a few times. He was short and chubby—hair receding slowly from the sides. You didn’t know that was possible. “Have you found it?”

“Yes. It went through and….perfect. You’re all set,” he bent over, opening a drawer and a pair of keys jingled in your ears. He pooped back up whilst kicking the drawer back closed—handing you your card and the wifi password. “This here is your room card for room number 67 as well as our wifi and password.”

“Thanks,” you sent him a smile before making your way inside. As always, the halls were the same. A green carpet with beige walls, random paintings everywhere. It smelled of old paper inside your room, a bed with red covers and white pillows rested on the large bed. A walk-in closet, as promised, was lodged in the corner next to the bathroom.

You decided to shower, still in a sour mood about being stood up. Taking off your makeup with a cleanser, you stripped off your clothes and hopped into the shower. Craving to feel the warm water soothe your tense muscles, you moaned as it happened moments later. Digging your vanilla shampoo into your roots, you used your net to scrub off the dirt and dead skin from your body.

After finding everything off, you wrapped a towel around your figure and opened the door to your bathroom. A scream tore from your throat at the sight of someone sitting on the corner of your bed.

“_ _. I’m high as fuck,” Draco ran a hand through his hair, a red hue glowing from his eyes. His eyelids hung low as he smiled lazily—flickering his gaze over to you. “Alex is passed out. He took too many edibles.”

You scoffed, “And I assume you were the more responsible one and maintained a decent amount of sobriety?”

“Big words, _ _. Big words for a little girl,” Draco taunted, your eyes rounding at his words. He had never seemed this laid back with you, always being the more poised and dignified out of him and your brother. Hair always slicked to the side, clothes looking tidy and clean cut. But his hair had been messy due to him running his fingers through the strands, and his black button up he had changed into had been unbuttoned halfway.

His gold chain glistened against his pale skin, your thighs clenching at the thought of it hanging in your face while he—

“How was the date?” He questioned, his eyes darkening. You gulped.

“He didn’t show.”

“What?” He rose his voice, standing up from his seat. You flinched at the intensity of his tone as his eyes narrowed. “What do you mean?”

“Why do you care so much?”

“Dammit, _ _,” he balled his fist, storming over to you. Your back hit the wall, clutching your towel to your body, as his palmed slammed against the wall and staid there. His scent of peppermint and marijuana, which led you to believe he had smoked instead of taking the edibles with your brother. His eyes swirled with a hidden emotion as breath fanned your lips. “Why can’t you just answer a simple question?” He scoffed,

“You never do what you’re told.”

“And you’re too high,” you mumbled, placing your hands on his chest to push him back. But he caught them, “Draco.”

“_ _,” He whispered, “I can’t watch you get heartbroken over these little fucking boys anymore.”

Your throat went dry. Had Draco liked you?

That didn’t make any sense. He had been the most popular boy at school. Him and your brothers were the two most crushed on guys at school, Draco running through a number of girls throughout his years. He always paid attention to you, never leaving you out. “What? You think it’s a coincidence that every dude you have a date with bails on you?”

Your eyes widen, “You’re the reason Cedric—?”

“Back when I was in Hogwarts,” he continued, his boyish smirk returning to his lips. “Looks like you don’t need my help in that department after all.”

He had been your brother’s best friend, and if you didn’t know any better, his high self just confessed to scaring off other guys to date you. Out of all the girls he could have had, tonight, it appeared he wanted you. And one thing about Draco Malfoy—

He always gets what he wants.

Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip as his piercing eyes bored into yours. His thumb reached out, shocking you, as it took place of your teeth. An animalistic look flashed in his eyes, “Relax, kid. It was a joke.”

“Don’t call me kid.”

Draco released a chuckle, taking a step back before shaking his head. He ran a large hand the lift his pale hair again, “Fuck. You’re Alex’s little sis,” he sighed, letting out sarcastic chuckles. “I’m turned on by my best friends sister.”

His words caught you by surprise. Your lips fell open in shock, eyes bulged and skin flushed. He tugged at his strands once more before muttering fuck it, turning around and walking straight towards you. You flinched say Draco grabbed your arm, pulling you into his chest before slamming his lips against yours.

They were smooth and plump, sucking on your own as his hand flew to your cheek. At first you hadn’t kissed back, in shock, but when his thumb began to rub the flesh of your face—you melted. Your lips fought against his as you completely surrendered to him.

His fingers found your hair, lightly tugging on the strands. A soft moan left your lips, causing him to hum, “You like when I pull your hair, little one?”

The nickname caused a shiver to run down your spine. A pool of wetness shot down your core, a pleasurable sensation overcoming you as he continued to kiss you. His scent overcame you as he spun the two of you around, laying you on the bed before crawling above you. His lips didn’t part from yours.

Pulling away, you panted as he observed you from above. Your hair had probably been a mess and completely damp. The towel wrapped around you had been the only thing separating you from the Slytherin above. His eyes were clouded with the drug, “You’re fuckin’ breathtakin.”

You blushed. You didn’t think you would ever hear him say that. Considering how much of a fan girl you used to be for him back in primary.

He dived down to close the gap between you two. “I wanna fuck you. Show you how it feels to cum around a grown dick like mine,” Draco breathlessly panted against her lips. His fingers dove to her towel, tossing to to the floor before looking down. His hair tickled her nose,

“Looks like every inch of you is perfect, _ _. Can’t wait to have you fall apart on my tongue.”

“Next time. I—want it now,” you breathed, craving to get fucked by Draco. Your arms wrapped around his neck as he grabbed one of your tits, popping it into his mouth before swirling his tongue around the bud. His eyes crossed at the taste, “Fuck, that feels so good.”

“YehBaby?” His voice was muddled by your mounds. You giggled as he founded the other one before doing the same. Your hips began to arch and he smirked,

“My horny little one,” he teased, sitting up straight. You chewed on your lower lip, clenching your thighs as his eyes staid on yours. Unzipping his slacks, he tossed them to the side along with his trousers before hooking his arms around your thighs. You shrieked as he yanked you to the edge, grabbing his cock, “You sure you can take it? A big dick like mine?”

You grabbed his bicep, which bulged under your hand. His arm had been twice the size of yours. Rubbing his swollen pink head against your clit, peering down at you. Your eyes widened up at him, all innocent like, pinching your nipples. His lips reached to kiss your feet before resting them both on his shoulders, “You sure about this, _ _? Because once I start, I can’t stop.”

“Please,” you pleaded, reaching for him. He chuckled before bending down, letting you wrap your arms around his neck. His thick cock began to slid into you, making you squeak his name, “Draco! Oh my—urgh.”

His red rimmed eyes looked down at you. As he inched deeper, the more your mouth dropped. He pecked your lips before moving more fluidly, more and more spikes of pleasure adding to your tummy. You weren’t a virgin—every guy you’ve been with always made you do all the work. So the fact that Draco had expertly began stroking his hard cock into your gushing pussy, you noticed more moans escaping you.

The blonde grunted, working half his cock inside. And then he pushed it all the way in, making both of you cry out in unison.

And then he chuckled darkly at your blissed out expression, a wicked smile curling onto his lips as he angled himself. His hips rammed into yours, holding your knees against him, as your tits jiggled before his eyes.

Cries and pleads babbled from your mouth.

“Yes! Please!”

“Draco—it feels too good.”

“My Merlin—I can’t—“

“Yeah?” He cooed, brutally snapping his hips against you. His thick head pushed into your walls, his abdomen rubbing against your puffy nub. With a tender voice, his hand flew to your throat, as he continued, “Just like that, little one? Move my hips like this?”

He gave her two harsh strokes, giving her a bruising kiss. Draco’s hair fell over his eyes as sweat glistened over his abs. Ring clad fingers snaked to your pussy, his thumb pressing circles into your clit. It began to pulse, meaning you were going to cum, making Draco raise his brows.

“It’s so warm, _ _. You gonna come on this dick?”

“Yes,” you whimpered, “Yes yes yes YES YES—“

Draco chuckled, kissing your lips to silence you. You came on his dick, being completely lost in the trance of your orgasm. It felt like a million glasses had broken in your ear, earth shattering before you as euphoria paused time. Never in your life had you came that hard.

And then he pulled out, sitting against the headrest on the bed. You sent him a look, still calming down from your high, as he tapped his thigh, “Come take a ride on this dick for me, baby.”

Without time to waste, you crawled over. He smiled at you evily as he guided you, “Sit with your back-good girl,” he instructed, making you face your back to his chest. He lifted your feet and stood them on his thighs, “I’m going to play with your pussy. Throw your arm around my neck and take this dick, that’s all you have to do. Okay little one? Can you handle that?”

To answer his question, you instantly grabbed his cock before sliding down. You cried out, “Ah!”

“That’s it. Juuuuuuust like that,” he shushed, rubbing three fingers on your swollen pussy. You jerked in his hold as he nipped at your ear, “I got you, baby. I got you.”

And with that he began rapidly thrusting up into your clenching pussy. You screamed out as his fingers fastened their pace, your back arching against his chest. Your arm shook as it clung to his neck, his lips attached to your nipple. The crude licking sounds edged you closer to your high.

His hand covered your entire stomach, “So tiny, baby. You like when I fuck this little pussy?”

Your tummy began to contract. Draco licked his fingers, tasting your juices, before rubbing them against your creaming pussy once again. Your brows rose in pleasure as a scream came from you, “I’m gonna—ah—“

“Come on,” he urged, “Come on come on come on—there it is! Just like that, _ _. Allll over my fucking dick.”

Your body twitched as you came on top of Draco. And when he felt your tight pussy gush around him, he grabbed you by your waist, prolonging your orgasm by animalistically rutting up into you. “Fuck, I’m gonna, fuck fuck fuck—“

“What the fuck?” Alex’s voice screamed in the air.

[beegomess]

They dreaming about you || Slytherin boys

Summary: The boys being surprised by hot dreams with you, even without being in a loving relationship. These dreams take them by surprise, but maybe not so much, since you had been noticing some stealthy looks from them for some time on your body. Warnings: A little spicy, +18.

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Blaise Zabini

That scene seemed too good to be true, but it was. At least in Blaise's head it was...

His body lying on the sheets with his skirt raised and legs open gave him the view of paradise. What only improved with the fact that your fingers slowly went in and out of you while your face squirmed in pleasure and your mouth spilled a few moans, from time to time, with his name.

In the dream, Blaise just looked, almost as if waiting for the right moment to touch you, and it was certainly wonderful to see you in that position.

However, Zabini's brain was awakened thanks to the roar of the bathroom door being knocked by his roommate who had just entered. His eyes opened slowly, feeling a violent frustration taking over his body followed by shame of himself. In addition to, of course, having something he had to solve in the shower before class.

At breakfast, you were there, laughing with Pansy. As soon as Blaise's brown eyes hit you, an embarrassment was felt. However, this embarrassment was soon replaced by a desire and vivid memories of his dream, which made him ignore you during the following days, because the dreams did not stop. They even happened in naps during the day. It was crazy for him, his time in the bath had to increase considerably in the last few days. Blaise didn't know what else to do with himself.

Draco Malfoy

Oh, no. Draco really didn't use to be that kind of boy. He, in fact, was used to receiving this kind of report from other girls. So when, at his sleep, he found himself dreaming of you with his lips around him, this lit an alert in his mind.

You were the sister of one of your friends, that wasn't right. He could swear that he consciously never wanted you that way, but in fact, he was only in the phase of denial by Theo's constant warnings not to look at his beautiful sister that way.

He avoided you as much as possible for the rest of the day, you two didn't really use to be very close, but you were almost always in the same places.

The attempt to avoid you during the day worked, but during dinner he couldn't do the same. What made you look the most lascivious way at your mouth while you ate dessert and talked to your friend. It was then that he realized that maybe he was not as calibrated in relation to you as he imagined.

Lorenzo Berkshire

Enzo saw you in your pajamas several times throughout your childhood, this was common among best friends. However, something seemed to have changed in you lately, he was starting to notice more about what his body looked like now. However, he thought he had stopped there, just a common physical attraction.

Good, but that's not what happened. One morning he just woke up with a big problem in his pants thanks to a dream in which you simply kissed him on his lap.

In the dream, you were wearing those very short pajamas that you loved to wear, but that Lorenzo hated because it made him look like any pervert. His body was on his lap, using the friction between the two of you to satisfy yourself in some way. His low moans muffled by his lips caused Enzo's smiles during the dream.

However, he woke up at some point with you, already dressed for class, knocking on the door of his room. His body that was hot and thirsty freezes immediately when he hears his voice calling him and he jumps out of bed in despair.

- Enzo, is everything okay? - You ask because of his delay in opening for you.

He answered anything, just to mislead you for a few hours. It was almost impossible to avoid you during the day, you surprised him, he was always with you and suddenly he was full of commitments that didn't include you.

Enzo just didn't know what to do, since whenever he saw you, he received scenes from his dream.

Mattheo Riddle

His body was beautifully folded over a table in some classroom, his hands grabbed the wood tightly while his skirt was raised and his panties were slightly dragged to the side to give him passage. Mattheo smiled as he hit his hips against his own and saw his face, pressed against the wood, writhing with the moans and sensations he gave you.

Everything was perfect, really everything. Until he simply woke up, without any interruption, his brain simply turned off the most beautiful scene he had ever seen and woke him up out of nowhere.

He opened his eyes and began to fall for himself about the dream. Why was he dreaming that about you? You didn't even talk, nor did you have friends in common besides Astoria, who was not exactly his friend, just a friend's girlfriend.

But that's okay, he did what he had to do so he didn't have to show all his tight pants and went on with his day. For him, that was unusual, but not a total astonishment. Mattheo really liked to see his body whenever he could, but he never did more than that.

Riddle's day went on normally. Girls throwing themselves at him, Draco complaining about his father, Theo agreeing and telling about his... Until you passed next to his table to yours ahead.

Coincidentally, you were wearing the skirt of that dream, the exact same skirt. All right, it was the uniform, but you were wearing that specific model, with pleats and more round and a little shorter.

Mattheo felt warm up, not with shame, but with a sudden desire. What only got worse when he realized that his dream happened in that same classroom. The class simply dragged on to Mattheo, who decided to go out in the middle of it to be able to relieve himself minimally and try to ignore you for the rest of the day, getting frustrated about the way he felt close to you from that day on.

Theodore Nott

Theodore's night had been great until he lay down, he had lost sleep and went to the Astronomy Tower to smoke, in an attempt to fall asleep again. And when he got there, he found you doing the same as him. You two talked and laughed at nonsense while smoking, something that became common over the weeks, it was something that happened coincidentally, until Theodore started going whenever you went.

He always slept better after hearing his laugh and that day was no different, he lay down and fell asleep quickly, and everything only seemed to get better when an image of him invaded his dreams: his hands leaning on Nott's chest while his breasts shook as you slid over him, his suggestive smiles and moans filled Theo's eyes, making him think he was finally in paradise for having her.

Anyway, his paradise was quickly interrupted by Mattheo's noises when leaving the dorm. Theodore was face down, but as soon as he turned around, it was visible to see his condition through the sheet itself, which made him rub his eyes in frustration, but not out of shame but out of necessity.

Theo was the kind of boy who was not ashamed of things like this, in fact, it only encouraged him to look for you, even if it meant having to deal with the insistent scenes reappearing in his mind.

Tom Riddle

You were simply stunning with your ankles hitting Tom's shoulders as he increased the pace of the beats on you. It was almost angelic for him to see you that way. The way he got lost in you in his own mind seemed like a weakness when he woke up.

Tom thought he was bewitched by you, after all, he was the one who should get into people's minds and not the other way around. So, when this happened, he was intrigued and obsessed with you. The two of you were not close, much less had already talked more than a brief question about school subjects. And that's why his obsession with you.

Even though he was a different boy, in a more focused and studious feeling than worried about girls, he can't help but perceive you in the libraries and how the dim lights contoured his body and curves perfectly. He didn't avoid you the next day, in fact, as the days went by, Tom approached you. He never ran after girls, but he seemed willing to watch you from afar whenever he could.

He felt like an idiot, futile to say the least. But he couldn't take away from himself the curiosity and the desire to see you really squirm under him.

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[mastermindmiko]

The Ear that wasn't

pairing: George Weasley + reader

word count: 1,312

warning: injuries, death and it's a bit angst

Summary: After the battle of the seven (eight) Potters, George becomes distant, and you decide to find out why

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After moving to the Burrow, things have changed. Everyone’s more sombre, and the world seems a little darker. The impending doom of Voldemort’s terror a bit more real. Madeye died and Hedwig as well when we were attacked while moving from Privet Drive to here. It was fun pretending to be Harry for a bit, the polyjuice potion wreaked and tasted awful, but looking like someone else was amusing, that was before death eaters started throwing spells left and right at least. 

The most noticeable change in my life was the distance that George has been placing between us for a month since we came here. The first two days I stayed by his side while he was recovering from becoming ‘holey’. We couldn’t bring any medics to the Burrow, so we all had to make due with our collective medical knowledge; finding spells to ease the pain, recalling how to put on a proper bandaid, and how to stop the blood from gushing. 

Fred and I were riding together, and went to the Burrow via another route along with the others in order to confuse the death eaters as to who was Harry while George was getting hit with a sectumsempra. We arrived at the Burrow and there seeing Hermione’s sad expression looking at me and Fred made my heart lurch to my throat. I couldn’t recall a time I’d run faster inside to find George lying on the sofa. 

I spent the first few days tending to him, and spending as much time near him as possible, mostly due to the nature of our relationship and also to take care of him. We’d only gotten news about his ear when we finally reached madame pomfrey (a trustworthy person) who told us that George wouldn’t be able to get his ear back. I’d expected it, but George seemed heartbroken. 

I stayed behind after dinner, tidying up the table at a slower pace than usual, watching as George cleared the cups too. His movement is precise but never without a little whimsy. The bandage is still wrapped around his head, and he starts shoving cups between the crook of his elbow to hold more in one go. I clear my throat, “How do you feel?” 

“Well.” 

I sigh, knowing how curt all his replies have been. He heads into the kitchen and I continue to stack the rest of the plates before waving my wand, sending them into the kitchen. I walk behind them and point my wand into the sink, allowing them to gracefully pile up inside. The magical tools get to work and start rinsing. 

I look into the living room first looking for George, and I see him sitting on the couch twirling around his wand, and staring off deep in thought. Madame Pomfrey had informed us that his (additional) lack of focus could occur due to the concussion and spell, as well as some loss of balance. I gulped, “Do you need anything?” 

“No.” He grumbles, and leans back sinking into the sofa. I walk closer to him and take a seat beside him. He doesn’t bother to spare me a glance. I bit my lip and hesitantly said, “We can go take a nap for a bit in the room if you’d like?” 

“I don’t need you fussing over me.” George snaps, and I purse my lips, used to this attitude from him over the past month. I shuffled closer to him, and confessed, “I’m not fussing over you, I just want to spend time with you.” 

He sets his wand aside and sighs. He puts his head in his hands, hunching over his thighs. The fire crackles and fills up the silence between us. I place a comforting hand on his back, stroking his skin, feeling the soft material of his shirt and his vertebrae. He sighs once more, and deep in thought he whispers, “Why?” 

“Because you’re my boyfriend.” I chuckle at the absurd question, even when he wasn’t I loved spending time with him. He looks at me, palm holding his cheek, and my amusement dies down from seeing his miserable eyes, and wrinkled eyebrows. My hand lifts from his back and moves to his hand. I ask, “What’s going on, George?” 

“I-” he stutters, and looks away. I squeeze his hand supportively, and he closes his eyes. I let all the thoughts that have been jumping around in my head stay for a second of all the things he could say, the most prominent being: I don’t love you anymore. He sucks in a breath and turns back to lock into my eyes. He mused, “I’m not good-looking anymore, and I don’t want you to not want me.” 

I blink, and process. George, the ever confident, forever handsome, cocky and funny George Weasley doesn’t think he’s good-looking anymore. What would even make him think- oh…the accident. I say, “Is this about your ear?” 

He looks away once more and I know that it’s the truth. I start rubbing comforting shapes over the back of his hand, and I reach over to grab his other hand. I protested, “I don’t think you’ll ever stop being good-looking, not to me.” 

He scoffs, not believing my words. I could see his eyes begin to have a slight shine to them. I pout at his expression, and I drop his hand to reach over and cup his cheek. I turn his head towards me, and brush my thumb over his cheekbones. He let out a bitter chuckle before he smiled, sputtering, “I’m practically deformed.” 

I smile at him, and give him a look. I lean into him, smelling his familiar scent that I haven’t been able to smell in a while. The wood and biscuits engulf my senses. I kiss his lips, and his eyes flutter momentarily to a close. I let my lips linger near his before pulling away and watching his closed eyes as he sighs before looking back at me. I whisper, pulling his face to mine, “Even if you were a troll, I’d still love you George.” 

He gulps and checks my eyes for any glimmer of a lie. He leans into my hand, and pouts. He relaxes looking at my face before slowly turning his head to press a kiss to my inner palm. His lips linger and he cups my hand with both of his. He kisses it again before adding, “I don’t want you to not be attracted to me.” 

“You’re plenty attractive George with or without two ears.” I commented. He squeezes my hand, the warmth of his fingers spreading to mine, providing a comforting head during the dead of winter. I convince, “And I believe that there’s more to our relationship than just your looks, George. There’s your wit, and your kindness, and your humour- and I could go on for so long, so you’ll have to stop me, and your smile and laugh, your courage-” 

“I get it, I get it.” George chuckles, and pulls our intertwined hands back up to his lips to press a kiss on each of my knuckles, feeling his warm breath on my hand and the softness of his lips on each of my knuckles. He gazes at me sincerely and says, “Thank you.” 

“It’s only the truth.” I state, and he pulls me into a long and deep hug, resting his head into the crook of my shoulder, giving me kisses whenever he sees fit. My arms still reach after him when he pulls away to say, “I’d also still love you even if you were a troll.” 

“Thank you, that’s good to know.” I laugh, and I finally see that wonderful humorous grin of his. He stands up and encases my hand to pull me up beside him. He presses his lips to mine then suggests, “How about that nap?” 

a/n: I really wanted the gif to be the scene when Harry and Ginny are kissing and he goes "Good morningg", but alas I couldn't find one, so this will have to make do. Hope you liked this one.

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You Belong To Me || Hermione x f!reader

prompt: you get turned on by a game of spin the bottle with you friend group and Hermione so you show her who she belonged to

“Okay, who’s next?” Dean rubbed his hands together as he looked around the circle.

Ginny, Hermione, You, Harry, Ron, Dean, and Seamus all sat in a circle with an empty beer bottle in the middle. Harry had come up with the idea of playing spin the bottle out of pure boredom and here you all were.

The game was going well with Harry and Ginny having a small make out session and Dean and Seamus practically on top of each other before you had to physically pull them apart. The only thing that was pissing you off was your girlfriend and how she turned you on. You bet it was on purpose. She was biting her lip and giving you seductive glances while making you place your hand on her thigh but not letting you go any further.

Neither you or her had a turn yet and so Hermione raised her hand.

“I’ll go.” Hermione smiled and looked at you before going to spin the bottle. You watched as it spun, the bottle make three full revolutions until it turned and pointed to the boy across from you. Ronald Weasley. You internally groaned when you knew how much Ron liked your girlfriend. He was practically head over heels for her and was furious when he found out you two were dating.

You saw Ron smirk at you as Hermione made her way over to him. She was so unnecessarily slutty about all of this. As she made her way over to Ron, you cringed as you saw an obvious growing boner from his pants. Hermione sat on his lap, cupped his cheek, slowly kissed him. Ron kissed back, putting his hand on her cheek as well. Pretty soon enough they were having a pretty heated but slow make out session.

Dean and Ginny both looked at you, see if you were going to do anything about this. And yes you were. You were positive it was on purpose and Hermione was trying to get you jealous but you didn’t care that it had worked.

You got up on your feet and grabbed Hermione’s wrist. She followed your actions and got up on her feet, bearing a sly smile. Ron looked really upset which made you proud.

“We’re leaving.” You whispered lowly so only Hermione could hear. And without saying goodbye to any of your friends, you held onto Hermione’s wrist as you angrily dragged her to your dorm. You opened the door, pulling Hermione in, and locked it.

“Real cheeky.” You said with a low voice as Hermione sat herself on the bed, ravenously looking at you. She was biting her bottom lip as she felt a pool of wetness surrounding her core just by seeing you so jealous.

“You’re hot when your jealous.” She said as she looked at you with hunger. You rushed over to her as you felt your own wetness emerging and climbed on top of her.

“I’m going to make you wish you hadn’t even laid eyes on that redhead.” You whispered and crashed your lips onto hers. She let out a small moan at this gesture and wrapped her arm around your neck as you viciously attacked her lips, letting your tongue invade and take over.

“Fuck, Y/n,” groaned Hermione as she moved her neck over to allow you suck on it. You knew you immediately found her sweet spot when you heard her let out a loud moan. You sucked, making sure to leave a mark, as your hand traveled down her body.

You swiftly unbuttoned her shirt and exposed her bra. You quickly unclipped it and sucked on her breasts, moving from one to another. You felt like you had superpowers by how much you could make Hermione moan.

“Oh merlin, please Y/n.” She ground her hips on your leg as you slowly licked her nipples, purposely slowing down to tease her. She was craving your touch but you wanted to hear her say it instead.

“Please what?” You smirked as you looked up at Hermione.

“Please touch me. Please, I want you to make me feel good.” She whimpered and pleaded. It’s what you wanted to hear so you obliged, however you weren’t going to let her get exactly what she wanted.

You kissed down her body the inside of her thigh, making her jerk her covered cunt towards your face. You chuckled. “Slow down, sweetheart. Just let me do what I do best.” You pulled down her undergarments and revealed an absolutely soaked pussy. You smirked at the sight and slowly ran a finger down her folds. She was absolutely soaking

You pressed your finger onto her clit and began moving it as fast as you could. Hermione jerked her hips forward and moaned loudly at the sudden contact. You couldn’t hold it in and met her clit with your tongue.

“Oh fuck! Y/n keep going.” Hermione was a mess. Her hair was all over the place as her hips moved up and down from her heavy and fast breathing. The sight was so attractive.

Hermione’s hands shot to your head and pushed it into your cunt as she grinded into to your face. This was a signal that she was close. Very close.

You smirked and quickly pulled your head away. Hermione was in shock.

“What the fuck, Y/n?”

“Not so fast,” You chuckled and met her eyes. “What do you think you were doing during that spin the bottle game, huh? Trying to make me jealous?” You held her thighs and held her down from squirming around.

“No, I wasn’t. I’m sorry.” Hermione was tearing up a bit. She needed to finish so bad.

“Really? It looks a lot like you were trying to seduce me. But with Weasley out of all people? You could do better than that.”

“But you still got jealous didn’t you?” Hermione retorted, smirking.

“Fine. I guess we’re done here.” You began to stand up but Hermione whined.

“Okay, I’m sorry. Yes, I was trying to make you jealous. You’re mine, Y/n. I belong to you.” Hermione was giving you those doe eyes that you fell for every single time.

“Damn right you belong to me.” You dropped down onto your knees and attacked her clit, determined to give her the best finish of her life.

“I’m so close! Oh my god! Y/n I’m cumming!” Hermione’s eyes rolled to the back of her head as she moved her cunt all over your face. Her juices spilled out as she rode her high.

You laid down next to her as she breathed heavily.

“That’s to teach you who you really belong to.” You kissed her on the lips.

[rainydayathogwarts]

Me and you - Harry Potter

This came to me fresh out of the shower and it was so cute in my head I couldn't not write it. Summary: You keep on telling Ron to just 'ask her out' so he challenges you to ask your crush since it's oh so easy. Somehow, you both end up with dates. 0.8k+ wc

"It's not that hard Ron, just ask her out!" You complained, sighing in annoyance. Your legs were swung over the side of an armchair in the living room of Sirius's parents' old house, holding your book in one hand, you index finger dipping into the middle of it so that you didn't lose the page you were on. You'd been reading, or rather, trying to read for the past hour, and for half of that time, Ron Weasley, one your best friends, sat right in front of you on the carpet, making shapes on it with his finger while whining about his silly crush on your other best friend.

"You'll never know if you don't ask her!" You added, opening your book once more, hoping he'd get the hint. Sirius and Remus sat on the couch amusedly, matching grins on their faces at your constant bickering. You reminded them of a young Sirius and Lily, with Lily trying to frustratedly get back to her book, telling Sirius to finally ask Remus out from pure annoyance. "Right well if it's so easy to just ask your best friend out, who you've had a crush on for years, why haven't you done it?" Your eyes widened at the comment, eyes pausing on the words on your page and you slowly looked up from the book at Ron's retort, mouth open in shock with your eyebrows raised as if to call him out for his audacity.

"Go ahead, if you're so brave. Ask him out and then I'll take your words seriously." You were painfully aware of the pairs of eyes glued to you as you clamped your mouth shut, eyes quickly glancing towards Remus and Sirius to confirm your suspicions. Their jaws were slack, their silence speaking volumes. You scoffed, putting your book aside and rolling your shoulders back. If there was one thing that would gain your old Professor and his epic boyfriend's approval, it would be this. You shot one last glare at Ron before clearing your throat, watching as his eyes widened in realisation.

"Hey Harry!" You called out cheerfully to the other side of the room where Harry was playing - and losing - a game of chess against George. Hermione and Fred watched their game, adding comments where necessary, but at the sound of your voice, all four of their heads snapped towards you. You had to will yourself not to look at any of their faces other than the boy you were talking to, instead continuing "What do you say we go to Hogsmeade together the weekend we get back at Hogwarts." You swallowed nervously, adding "Me and you." for good measure.

Your eyes trained on Harry, who nodded, smiling shyly as a blush painted his cheeks rosy. "Yeah, yeah of course." He looked back at the board before turning to you once more. "Wait as friends or-" You shook your head, abruptly cutting him off "No. Not-not as friends" You adjusted yourself on the armchair, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as Harry's face darkened even more, and he nodded again, stating "Yeah, I'd like that. Okay." You inhaled deeply, nodding your head with him as you felt your face heat up. "Okay." You grinned timidly, sinking into the chair before looking at your best friend, feeling giddy.

Without taking any time to recover, you raise your eyebrows at Ron, nodding your head in Hermione's direction. Cursing, Ron stood up from the floor, mumbling under his breath before mimicking your movements and calling out "Hermione?" When the girl looked up, her locks falling perfectly around her face with an expectant look on her face, he asked "Do you want to go out? With me?" He gulped loudly, observing as the girl's cheeks flushed darkly, a grin engulfing her features. "Sure, Ron." She replied, giggling at the end of her sentence. "Oh thank god!" He exclaimed, turning away from her immediately to collapse on the empty space on the couch behind him, clamping a hand over his heart.

A loud silence overtook the big room, with the exception of a "It's your turn, Harry." From George. You and Ron stared at each other, wide-eyed, before you finally said arrogantly. "I did it better." The reply from him came instantly "No the fuck you didn't. Me and You?" He mocked, his voice going exaggeratedly high pitched. "Uh, with me?" You imitated gruffly, ducking to avoid the pillow Ron threw at you. "Hey! You started it!" You shrieked, picking your book back up, promptly hiding your face in it to cover your flushing cheeks and excited smile.

"Holy shit." Sirius commented. "Look at them go." Remus hummed from beside him, ignorant to the fact you could hear them perfectly. "It only took you and James months of convincing each other to ask us out. Took them two minutes." On the other side of the room, Harry and Hermione shot each other excited looks, grinning at the loud conversation you had with Ron. "I think she did it better." Harry whispered, hitting his shoe against Hermione's. "Oh yeah, she definitely did."

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for the love of God make more tom riddle smut

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I posted the english translation of my One Shot!! Hope you like it ❤️

[angelfrombeneth]

JUST LIKE YOUR BOYFRIEND - T . NOTT

Mature Content Ahead

Theodore Nott x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and Theodore are the new IT couple in Hogwarts. Theo's known for always causing up a stir but never you. Atleast you do yours in private. It isn't until your faced with Skylar Snaggle, the one girl you can't stand that you break that streak.

Warnings: Girl Fight, Smut talked about but not in detail, Blood kink Theo if you squint, Fluffy Theo and Reader, Soft boyfriend Theo

A/N: This isn't a huge fic more of a short. Merry Christmas to you all and those who don't celebrate it, I hope ur having a lovely day anyway!

Y/N Neveah. Many people loved you, many people didn't.

You were always the talk of the school for being so nice yet being in Slytherin. Boys fawned over you, some girls loved you but most hated you. School bitchiness was not for the faint hearted and you learnt that early on.

Skylar Snaggle, a ravenclaw who always had it out for you. It's like she was jealous of you and everything you did. Constantly side eyeing you and digging at you. You ignored her didn't let it get to you but fuck, was she a bitch. It only got worse when you starting dating your boyfriend.

You were in 6th year now, the past two years everytime you'd come back boys again would fawn over you how you've 'blossomed' over the summer but you belonged to one man. And that man was.

"Cara mia" You turned around smiling as Theo stood beside your locker. You took his hand smiling as you pecked his lips softly.

"I missed you... all of you" He raised his eyebrows as you rolled your eyes and hit his arm.

"Don't be crude" You fixed your tie before shutting your locker and holding his hand and walking down the corridor.

You and Theo were the hot new goss at Hogwarts. The current IT couple, consisting of the hot brood of Slytherin himself, Theodore Nott and the much desired but never achievable Y/n Neveah.

"Here's the lovely couple now" Blaise clasps his hands as the group turn to you both.

"Do we have to announce it" You grit your teeth, grimacing at Blaise. You felt Theo chuckled beside you, his soft laugh filling your ears making the corner of your mouth turn up slightly.

"You did that yourself, sucking face in the back of charms" Enzo snickered.

"True- Anyway we were planning on heading into Hogsmead. We need to stock up on fire whisky with the game against Hufflepuff fast approaching we'll need alot for our celebrations" Blaise smirked, nudging at Daphne as she scoffed at his cockiness.

"You guys might not even win" She panned.

"Don't be ridiculous Daph, when has Hufflepuff ever fucking won" Draco let out a genuine laugh at Daphne's wild assumption. The other boys laughing along with him too.

"As much as we'd love to come to Hogsmead. Daph, Pansy and I were planning on meeting with Astoria to have a little girlie evening swim" You smiled to Pansy and Daphne as you all smiled at eachother.

"Boring" Draco yawned.

"Hardly boring Draco, they'll hardly be wearing anything" Mattheo smirked. A alight blush appearing across Theo's cheek at the thought.

Pansy smacked Mattheo hard with her wand into his chest, earing a sharp 'ow' from the boy. "Don't be disgusting"

"Have fun at Hogsmead though!" Pansy giggled as the three of you began to walk off.

"Wait-" Theo grabbed your hand as you turned to him.

"Have fun, be safe" He smiled before pecking your lips.

"Aww cute" Daphne cooed.

You ruffled Theo's hair softly before walking off with the girls.

"You and Theodore are so cute, I'm so jealous!" Pansy whined as the three of you walked down the hall.

"Blaise isn't even cute like that, it sucks!" Daphne groaned.

"Stop it" You shook your head.

Later in the evening you and the girls relaxed by the black lake taking a light swim with eachorher, gossiping and catching up on the latest with one another.

Finding out that Luna and Pansy have been flirting. Astoria is finally willing to settle down with Draco and stop keeping him on his toes. Daphne describing in great detail her intimate life with Blaise which - to be fair you didn't expect to be so spicy between the two of them. The girls wanted to know all about you and Theo but you'd just been taking your time. Despite the slight hook up the night before. But they knew all about that.

"What about Skylar" Pansy questioned as the four of you walked back inside the grounds. All wearing damp tshirts over your swimsuits.

"Don't even- I don't know her fucking problem. Her big mouth is always yapping about something" You snarled.

"Me? Big mouth?" You four snapped your head to see Skylar and her little minions at the top of the stairs inside the entrance.

"Oh fuck off Skylar" You scoffed, reaching the top of the stairs. As your about to walk of you hear-

"You're always running your mouth about something. Maybe focus on the fact your.. I don't know.. a stupid fucking bitch" Skylar smirked to her friends.

You turned to her. Astoria whispering "Lets just go its not worth it"

"Wow Skylar, you really ate me up there" Yiu gasped dramatically holding your heart like you'd be stabbed. "Maybe stop being so fucking obsessed with MY boyfriend. He doesn't want you and your.." You tapped your lip before speaking again. "Well, your little infestation" You smiled.

"INFESTATION? You fucking bitch. THEO IS MINE" She suddenly lunged at you pushing you back harshly.

"Yours? I don't remember him stating that while he was manhandling me last night" You laughed in her face.

It was like it was all in slow motion. As you turned around to walk away, you watched as your friends faces widened staring behind you. You couldn't react fast enough. You felt your ponytail being dragged back as your body harshly recoiled against the pressure.

You turned, locking eyes with Skylar a smirk upon her face as she tugged at your ponytail, lifting her fist to sock a direct punch in your face, splitting your lip.

After that you reached up, grabbing her hair as you yanked at it, swiping at her legs as she dropped on the floor below you, screaming. The corridor was suddenly not so peaceful as both you and Skylar hurled abuse at one another while Pansy, Daphne and Astoria were trying to yank you both apart along with Skylars friends.

You climbed ontop of the girl, stabilising yourself as you socked a punch into her face as she clawed at yours.

"YOU BITCH!" she screamed as she yanked your hair again.

"OW-" you lifted your leg planting your good right in her face as you swung your arm round once more punching her before you heard tons of footsteps yelling and scrambling towards the both of you. You watched as her tooth cracked and slid across the floor as she spat blood up in your face.

"BEAT HER ASS Y/N!" Pansy yelled from behind. Daphne scolding her as the three continued to try and pull you girls apart without falling in the firing line.

Both of you were clawing at one another. You were landing way more than her let's say. Her face was full of blood as you dug your acrylics into her cheek.

You felt yourself harshly being yanked off the girl as you scrambled towards her but being held back. "LET ME AT HER! WHORE!" You screamed.

"MY FACE! YOU.. YOU.. SLUT!" Skylar screamed at she ran off down the hall with her friends.

You felt hands on your face as you turned to be face to face with Theo. You watched as he analysed every aspect of your face, checking if you're ok.

"Teddy- I'm so-"

"Shhh" He placed his finger upon your lip as he took your hand into the bathroom leaving all the rest of your friends stunned at the scene from before.

He sat you upon the sink as he took off his shirt, dampening it before wiping all the blood from your face.

Theo chuckled at the thought of cleaning up after you having a fight. "Look at my girl, getting into fights like her boyfriend" He smirked as he pecked your lips softly.

"I can't help it- she's so obsessed with you Teddy. It's annoying" you scoffed. "Are you sure you didn't fuck her"

"Bella, I told you. You were my first and you'll ne my last" He caressed your face softly.

You smiled at his words as he finished wiping your face up and smiled.

"You did good, only a cut lip. Atta girl" He squeezed your thighs softly as he leaned forward, kissing your nose.

"Learned from the best" You smiled.

"Amore mio.. I love you" He snickered before capturing your lips in his. Softly kissing eachother as his hands held your waist softly. You wrapped your arms around his neck as you locked your legs around his waist pulling him in closer.

He pulled away, softly sucking on your bottom lip before pulling away and licking his lips before wiping yours with his thumb.

"My little vampire" You cooed as you ruffled his hair chuckling.

"In future if you get in fights let me be there. You looked so hot, but ill always step in after a while. Can't let you actually get beat up" He smiled.

You hit his chest shaking your head as he pressed a soft kiss on your forehead.

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pairings — draco/reader | captive au! | “_ _ = Y/N |

word count: 6k 😯

sypnosis: you were a captive in the war, captured by one of the most vicious death eaters. his wife goes on a trip, unable to comfort him as he fails another mission. when he gets drunk..and pays a visit to your room…things take a drastic turn.

warnings: dirty smut at the end, angst, cheating, infidelity, mostly proof read, fingering, oral

authors note: this is based on my fanfic on wattpad, but it’s wayyyyy darker on there so if u f with this or want a part two check out my book cuz i only do one-shots on here whoops. but if lots of ppl want a part 2 then mayb cuz i love this plot. its called dissonant if ur interested ! okok enjoy byee

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You tapped your nails against the cool chains tightened around your neck—the end being attached to the corner part of the wall. A yawn tore from your lips, arching your back as you sat up from the sheet less mattress. There had been only one blanket, which you used to cover yourself due to it being the freezing temps of winter. A long peasant white gown was your attire on the daily, hair shielded away from your features in a high ponytail.

Being a captive in the Malfoy household hadn’t been as horrible as it sounded. You kept to yourself, always in the room, only reason being here because you were forced to prove Astoria Greengrass company.

She was kind, yes. But she had a horrible spending problem, if you recall correctly from the married couple’s arguments. His voice would boom throughout the manor, but she would just shush him and go on with her night. And on top of that, the only thing she would talk about is herself and her accomplishments. No one could stand her. Which is why you had to be her friend, by force.

As you combed your hair with one Astoria had given you, one of her old ones, you hummed to yourself. It had been purple with white gems glued onto the handle. Placing it onto the wooden desk inside your room, you flinched as a knock sounded at the door.

“Come in,” you muttered quietly.

Astoria stepped inside with her glossy red heels. A red dress, with puffed short sleeves—wrapped around her thin waist. A red lipstick painted smile curved onto her lips, “Hello, dear,” she sighed, the scent of perfume filling the area. Her large blue eyes flickered to you, “I shall be leaving for a a few days. It’s fashion week in Paris,” she explained, an excited tone laced in her voice.

You faked shock. You could care less. You had to be stuck here, anyways. Away from your family.

“Wow, that’s amazing!” You decided to sweeten it up a bit, grabbing her hands and sending her a tight smile. “Do tell me allll about it when you come back.”

“Of course, dear.” Astoria’s eyes flashed with approval. Pulling her hands away from yours, you spotted her wiping her palms onto her dress whilst nervously laughing. Irritation rumbled in your chest, your smile twitching but staying on your face, “Now—don’t miss me too much. And try to do something with that hair of yours, darling. You’re a woman, embrace it!”

You held back an eye roll as she clapped her hands, “Very well! Au revoir, Janet!”

Janet. The name that she had given you. You didn’t realize how shallow she had been until now. Her hips swayed as the door shut behind her, leaving you alone once again. Her perfume lingered, causing your nose to wrinkle. She treated you like a peasant, not even asking what your real name had been. She didn’t even care.

She probably thought she was better than you. Just because of her high status and designer handbags. And with those snobby remarks of here, how could anyone stand her?

Rain pattered against the window of your room. It was fairly large, your mattress lodged in the corner. A green window pane was used as one of the walls—leaving a refreshing outlook to the room. You sat against it now, hand pressed against the cool glass as you counted the droplets.

The lock clicked to unlock your door. You snapped your head to see someone walking inside. Well,

…falling more like.

The drunken man, who reeked of alcohol, happened to be Draco Malfoy. Your captor. The Mind Reaper.

He infiltrated people’s minds, using their fears to kill and torture them. It was absolutely cruel, but it also meant he had been a very gifted Legilimens. You had never seen his face before, though. Always covered by a red skull mask, unlike now. He hadn’t been covered in blood, and looked the complete opposite of threatening.

His blonde strands fell over his eyes. Red rings around his eyes, his sharp features almost making him look unreal. A black t-shirt tightened around his bulging biceps, probably twice the size of yours. His muscular thighs were hidden by a pair of black jeans, a silver chain glinting beneath the faint torch light.

“Fuck,” he growled, accidentally ripping the door handle off as he used it for leverage to get back onto his feet. You gasped as he tossed it behind him, into the hallway. Narrowing those stormy, baby blue eyes at you. “Well, well, well. Why do I keep a pretty little thing like you locked away in here?”

You gulped. Didn’t he have a wife? Had they fought again? But from the look in his eyes, he wasn’t even thinking about her, studying your figure. He had only interacted with you once, when he had captured you. But he had a mask on, and was also sober. Every since that day, Draco stayed clear from you.

But he now had barged into your room, telling you he wanted you. This mysterious man with protruding muscles and a sadistic smirk had kidnapped you. It turned you on, for some reason. It was shameless. Out of the months you’ve been here, you finally felt excitement. Even if he had been a mass murderer.

But he was a horrible person. You couldn’t betray your moral ground. He had killed thousands of The Order members.

“Would you fancy a drink?” Draco raised a brow, stepping closer to you. Slowly approaching. You licked your lips as your chest rose, “Scratch that. You’re my property—and I order you to have a drink.”

The tension doubled, room shifting to a different energy. It felt like he had been a predator, waving his hand to hold another bottle of whatever he had been drinking. Fire Whiskey printer on the bottle in golden letters. He handed it to you, “Go on.”

Your eyes flew to the bottle, then flickered back to the man before you. His smirk had been sadistic, yet so alluring. His eyes looked expectant.

“I—“

“Go. On.”

He repeated, his smirk fading. Being replaced by a firm look, piercing eyes boring into yours. “If you hate my bitch of a wife as much as I do, you’ll drink with me.”

Without a second thought, your hand shot out and grabbed the bottle. Draco watched with glinting eyes. Whipping your head back, you let the acidic tasting liquid slide down your throat without ease. Coughs followed after.

You heard clapping. “Good girl!”

The praise made your thighs clench. A severe wave of heat sparked into you lower area, keeping your distance between the both of you. “One more for me.”

You wanted to protest. But the way his teeth sunk into his plump bottom lip, with lit up eyes, slightly hooded with something unknown swirling in them. Your chest felt like it had dived off a thirty story building with the look he was currently giving you.

Clearing you throat, you nodded, before taking another swig. This time you kept coughing, Draco taking the drink from you as the alcohol left a sour trail down your throat. Deep, guttural chuckles rumbled from his chest.

“You obey me so well,” he muttered, running a large hand through his strands. “Rather have married you than that cunt. A blood traitor is more tolerable than a pitiful existence like her.”

You didn’t say anything, staring at him with wide eyes. He sloshed around the alcohol in his hand before bringing it back to his lips. His sharp jawline became your view, the sight of him pouring the alcohol down his throat without flinching and then back to smirking at you making you even more turned on. You had never seen someone so..manly.

Perhaps you could seduce him. To convince him to let you leave. It appeared he was extremely keen with you, a hungry look in his eyes. You needed to get back to your family, wondering if they had even been alive. The thought haunted you.

It had only been your father and sister. Your entire life. And you never fought, you weren’t much of a fighter in the war. But your sister was, and when she got injured out on the field—you ran from the bunker underground to help her. Unfortunately, by the time you had gotten to her, a Death Eater got a hold of you. You shouted for her to run, which is what she did.

She ran.

And left you.

You both knew you couldn’t leave your father alone for himself. It was a mutual agreement in the matter of seconds.

Besides, your sister was far more valuable than you. It was for the best. You risked your life for your family, and you would’ve done it again. And again.

“How do you stand her?” Draco questioned, setting the bottle down onto the desk. His fingers swept across the furnace as he titled his head towards you, knitting his brows. “You must be a sweet little thing, huh?”

“I’m not sure if this is appropriate. Madam isn’t here,” you finally spoke up, your words hypocritical to how you actually felt. You couldn’t possibly be a home wrecker. “I think it’d be best—“

Feeling a strong hand grab your throat, all in one moment, you cried out as your back slammed against the wall. Cool, silver fingers that shined under the moonlight melted against your flesh. With bulged eyes, you breathing stuttered as Draco chuckled darkly. His scent of faint cologne and musk wafted up your nostrils.

“You’re so loyal to her. How cute. If only you knew how horrid she speaks of you.”

You blinked at him. “What…kind of things?”

Your voice had came out quiet. Small. Considering his bulky hand was still wrapped around your throat, barely squeezing. His eyes flashed to your lips before meeting yours.

A wolfish smirk crossed his features, “How you’re a no good mute—and she feels sorry for how ugly and poor you appear. She believes her presence gets infected with yours, so she even showers then meditates after your meetings. One time, she even asked me to fetch a new girl to forcefully befriend her. And when I told her you’d most likely be killed…”

His smirk grew.

“..she told me that you could meet her in hell.”

Your jaw clenched at his words.

That…bitch!

You had been nothing but kind to her, and she talks shit to her husband about you? How could anyone tolerate this woman?

An unhealthy amount of rage consumed through you. Your eyes only saw red. You didn’t think she liked you that much, but to talk so crudely about you and not even blink an eye if death was thrown your way. When she had the power to save your life. It made you feel used—pathetic.

Your body slightly shook. The alcohol began to warm your body, a slight buzz growing in the center of your brain. Your vision became more glossy and bright, a pulsing in your lower abdomen growing as Draco looked down at you.

He must’ve been six foot something, your shoulders reaching his abdomen. Slightly hunching so he can be eye level with you, he faked worry, “Oh? You don’t like her very much anymore do you?”

The feeling was growing. Lips inches away from yours, hot breath fanning your face. His throat fell to your cheek.

“You smell divine.”

“That’s not the topic of discussion.”

“But it’s still a topic I’d like to delve into,” he murmered, leaning in to whisper into your ear. Shivers ran down your spine as his smooth voice filled your senses, “Tell me, _ _, are you as innocent as you seem?”

He knew your name.

And his question, it made you tingle.

“How—“ You breathed,

“How do you know my name?”

Another chuckle blessed your ears. Your anger had flooded away, feeling sensitive everywhere. Goosebumps covered your neck as a pair of soft lips gently pecked the side of it. Shutting your eyes, a soft moan played in the room.

His fingers dove back behind your neck, pushing you against him. Draco’s hips dug into yours, a hard bulge rubbing against your core. It caused another moan to slip as he soothed the ache between your legs. Teeth sinking into your skin, your hand flew to his shoulder for support, “Oh!”

And then his lips trailed up your neck, using his other hand to grab your ass. He smacked it before pushing you onto him, being able to feel his chiseled body under his clothes. So much adrenaline. Like if you had pulled away from him, you would get burned.

And you didn’t want to get burned.

Your legs opened for him as he lifted you, your back against the wall once again as he held you in his arms. Your arms wrapped around his neck, grinding against him with whimpers and cries being muffled against his relentless lips as he slammed his against yours.

A hint taste of cigarettes and alcohol was what you tasted. His warm tongue swiped across your bottom lip, before taking a nip. He growled at as you cried out, pulling his strands. He sucked gently on the sore area before shoving his tongue inside.

“Been wanting to do this since I first saw you. That’s why I took you,” he groaned against you. A sharp thrust against your core, his cock deliciously rubbing against you, made your eyes roll back. “You were always going to be mine. Ever since I saw you on that battlefield, _ _. I just had to have you.”

His words should’ve disgusted you. Repulsed you. But they didn’t, they made the wetness grow between your thighs inside your gown. But it did slap you back to reality.

He was married.

And this was wrong.

You couldn’t.

“Stop,” you breathed, opening your eyes. Draco pulled away, narrowing his eyes. Your hands flew to his chest, pushing him away. Your feet landed on the floor as the man furrowed his brows, “I’m sorry. I just—I can’t do this. You’re drunk—“

He stepped away. Without a word. You watched as he swallowed thickly, letting out a sigh before glancing at the window.

“Forgive me. This was a mistake,” he muttered, rubbing his eyes. He didn’t look at you, a stoic expression crossing his features as he cleared his throat and walked out the door. It didn’t close properly, a door knob missing, but you were sure Draco knew you weren’t planning on leaving your room.

Well, that was quick. You were almost bummed he gave up so quickly.

Astoria had been gone for a few days now. You staid in your room, so no, you hadn’t seen Draco either.

You weren’t sure when she was coming back, but whatever had happened between Draco and you must have been a one time thing—because he never came to your room again. The door had been unlocked, the knob never being fixed. Which confused you, because if Draco wanted to he would’ve.

And so, after four days, you decided to explore.

Stepping out horrified you. After being here a few months, you never managed to step outside. There had always been a lock. But now, you were free to do what you pleased. You couldn’t escape, unfortunately, due to their being wards and charms casted around the house.

But exploring was better than nothing.

You were tired of sitting in your room.

And so you wandered. A long black hall, filled with paintings of all sorts. One room was lit at the end, a light illuminating the open door. It smelled of burning wood, realizing a fire place must’ve been left on. It smelled wonderful. Holding up the ends to your white peasant gown, with peering eyes, you carefully made your way to the light.

As you reached closer, your hands slid on the walls. A smooth, non-rough paint was applied on them, a black color. It made the manor look much more creepy at night.

Tilting your head, you craned your neck to peek past the doorframe.

And that’s when you almost gasped.

Covering your other hand on your mouth, your eyes continued to watch as Draco Malfoy pleasured himself on his office chair. As you presumed, a fireplace was in the center wall. A bottle of Fire Whiskey, the one you drank from, was on the desk along with a laptop.

Glasses rested on the desk, discarded and forgotten whilst his large hand tugged at his pink cock. The tip was flushed, blonde patches of curls at the bottom. It looked delicious as pre-cum dribbled out the thick head, peeking out his hand everytime his wrist flicked.

You licked your lips, knowing you were going to touch yourself later to this. Draco’s head had been thrown back, low deep moans passing those parted, plump lips of his. You craved them against your mouth again.

This had been wrong, but you didn’t care. Not at this moment.

And then his moans began to quicken. A white button up with his sleeves rolled up halfway, was now half way unbuttoned as his strands once again fell over his eyes. You noticed his abs, glistened in sweat, begin to clench as he neared his high.

“Fuck, _ _.”

Your name fell from his lips. You couldn’t believe your eyes, cheeks turning pink like his cock as he began to come. White ribbons shot from his head as he tossed his head back, showing off his adams apple. Your core had been drenched at this point, a sticky mixture of your juices moistening your inner thighs.

You wanted to go in there and lick the cum off his tip, hopping onto his cock and making him cum again. His large, strong hands gripping your ass as he guided you with praises in your ear. Thick fingers wrapped around your throat, making you—

“_ _?”

Your eyes snapped open, locking eyes with Draco. He had a small smirk playing on his lips, cum still on his stomach, as you jumped in your spot.

“I’m so—sorry!”

Blurting out the words, you spun around and retreated back to your room. You were never exploring again.

You had been absolutely morrified.

Not only had you walked in on Draco touching himself, you had also touched yourself afterwards. Later that night you shook on your fingers, wishing they were his—guilt consuming your chest. The sight of his cum spurting from the tip, head thrown back as groans left his throat burned your brain.

Another few days had rolled by. Not a knock at the door, until Astoria had returned. You had to remain on good graces with her, otherwise she could have you possibly killed. Just like Draco had mentioned. She held the authority.

So when she came into your room, knocking of course..you began to panic. You didn’t know how to face her, when a couple nights prior you had shamelessly kissed her husband. In this very room. Drunken and sloppy. But it had also been the best kiss you ever had, without a doubt. You could taste his scent on your lips, hands squeezing your as—

“Janet!” She called, “I hope you’re decent. I’m coming in,” she didn’t wait for you to reply. You were standing in front of the door, with wide eyes, and a tight lipped smile. Your cheeks felt like they had been on fire. Astoria’s brows rose, “Darling! How much did you miss me?”

You held back bile. You wanted to slap that smile off her boney features, “Very much so.”

She giggled, clapping her hands. “It was amazing, dear. The flight was a bit long, and I was absolutely fami—“

You zoned out at her words as she began to provide details of her trip you couldn’t care less about. Keeping a simple smile on your lips, you couldn’t help but imagine Draco kissing her. Had they been intimate? Surely not recently if he had been touching himself. And he had said your name, not hers.

You felt your chest swell with pride.

Even with all her makeup, dresses, and fancy perfumes—Draco wanted you. The prisoner who hadn’t touched makeup in ages and wore the same dress everyday. It was washed of course, three times a week by the house elves. You had two of them, the dresses. And as for the house eleves, you never ran into them. They usually left your food at the door but that was about it.

And by the time they dropped off the food, they would apparate away with a crack.

You wondered if what Draco told you what Astoria had said about you was true. But you could believe it, noticing an empty look behind those eyes of hers. It almost seemed eery how invested into herself she was, the more she talked—the worse it became.

No wonder Draco thought she was a cunt.

After a few more minutes, she finished finally. “—but yes—thank you for asking. I had a wonderful time as expected.”

You didn’t ask.

Astoria furrowed her perfectly plucked brows, “Darling…have you bruised your neck?”

Your eyes bulged.

Covering the hickey, you stuttered as cold waves of ice kept washing over you. “I—uh—well, you see Madam, I was looking out the window and slipped like the idiot I am. And my neck, it—crushed into the window ledge.”

That was the worst fucking lie you ever gave.

But for an airhead like Astoria, it worked.

She hummed, “I see. Perhaps we should schedule a screening test for your brain. It appears your growing worse with your words,” she smiled sweetly at you. Your nostrils flared as she patted your shoulder. “Anywho—I shall surprise Draco now. He doesn’t know I’m back yet.”

Biting back a curse, she sent you one more look before shutting the door behind her. And that was when you noticed—

The door still hasn’t been fixed. And she didn’t even notice.

With an angry grunt, you stalked over to the mattress. Lifting it, you uncovered the original bottle Draco had left in here before he had stormed out. You hadn’t drank since, but decided to wash away the anger this devil of a woman kept causing you. How could someone be so—

Ugh!

Throwing your head back, the alcohol burned your lips and throat as it slid down. Staring out the window, you blinked as the world began to grow more clear once again around you.

Everything had been glossy. Shiny. Moving in fast forward. How many shots had you taken?

Five..? Six…?

And everytime you kept thinking about Draco, and those plump pink lips of those—you took another shot. Gagging and coughing out. Until the bottle had finished.

“Fuck,” you whispered to yourself, forehead leaning against the chilled glass. Your core had been pulsing again. Alcohol seemed to make you care less about consequences, and more about what you got in the moment. And currently, you wanted to fuck the shit out of your captor.

Draco Malfoy.

Flashes of his hands running across your figure flickered in your mind. The way his voice spoke your name. Abs drenched in his cum. You wanted to cling onto his large bicep as he slipped his face between your thighs, devouring every inch of you until you turned to ash. To feel his hair between your fingers as your heels dug into his shoulders, begging for his cock.

Tossing the empty bottle onto your mattress, your drunken mind sought to find the blonde. It had been night time, and you didn’t care if Astoria was with him. It would be a plus if the bitch could watch.

Everything wobbled. You kept your hands on the wall as you made your way down to his office. The office door had been closed, so you finally noticed the large wooden platform. It had gold accents in the corners, and noises came from behind it. In your drunken mind, you could’ve sworn they were moans.

And then more.

Pressing your ear to the door, a woman began to cry out, “Yes! Faster!”

Your heart twitched.

Draco had been fucking her.

When he was supposed to be fucking you.

And like a fool, you had finally realized he only missed his wife. He probably had an argument before with her before she went to Paris, and now that she was back, he could have her again. Most likely made up with sex.

You hated that bitch.

But you hated him more.

You were glad you didn’t have sex with him. He had been The Mind Reaper after all. He wasn’t a good, honest person at all. He would kill people with their deepest, darkest thoughts. A man like that couldn’t possibly care about anyone other than himself.

How could you have forgotten?

A knock sounded at your door.

Standing up from looking out the window, you decided to open it. And your mouth almost dropped.

“Draco!”

His eyes slightly widened. Holding a finger to his lips towards you, he grabbed your arm before pulling you out your room. You remained quiet, with a pissed and confused look, as he stepped inside his office down the hall and slammed the door behind the two of you.

Furrowing your brows, you stared at him as he released his grip on your arm. You heard Astoria’s heels click against the wooden floor of the manor, annoyance creeping within you. Draco had on his all black suit, appearing he had just returned from business. “What the hell are you doing? She’ll find us.”

“You don’t leave your room. I didn’t fix the lock on purpose,” he replied with a stern tone, earning a scoff from you. He looked a bit taken aback at your demeanor as you placed your hands on your hips. Draco clenched his jaw, “For your sake, I hope that was a sigh and not an attitude.”

You remained silent, unable to hold his piercing stare. He could crack a glass with one glare. Feeling small beneath him, you simply aimed to spin around and walk away. But when you reached for the knob, his chest slammed into your back. His hand flew to your chest to stop you from falling against the door, pulling you into him as his lips graze your ear, “Why do you keep fighting it? I know you saw me, dove.”

He held amusement in his voice, large hands gently squeezing both of your breasts through your gown. You shook your head, knowing he had just touched that wench just before you. You turned your body to face Draco and pushed him off, him not even stumbling back. His eyes did form into daggers though, sending you a scowl.

“What do you take me for?”

Draco was unamused. His upper lip curled, “I beg your pardon?”

“You like having multiple women, is that it? For different times of the day?” The words held a sour taste in your mouth, stepping back from him. Draco stared at you intently with a blank, firm look. “After saying such horrid things about your wife—I figured you hated her—“

“I do hate her,” Draco hissed.

“Oh really? Was that before or after you fucked her right here in this office?”

“Impossible.”

“Oh? Really? How so?”

“Because—my wife and I haven’t had sex in ten months,” Draco growled, grabbing you by the throat. A gasp tore from your lips as he captured them with his. His taste was sweet and held a hint of whiskey, as well as that familiar sprinkle of cigarettes. It was warm and rough, sending you sparks of arousal down to your core.

He bit your lower lip, smirking down at you. “I’d rather come to my hand thinking of you then lay with my wife—as you can tell. Perhaps you are a stupid girl.”

And then he was back on you. Holding your small face in his huge hands, forcing your lips onto his. Both of your tongues swirling against one another. Your feet felt like they weren’t even on the ground, wrapped in his warmth as he savors your taste.

“Draco!”

He ignored the call of his wife, peppering kisses down your neck. Your hair fell to his strands as he kissed down your gown, handing the bottom to you. You blushed as your fingers gripped the fabric, his eyes falling onto your pussy. He appeared to be an animal, licking his lips and pupils growing dark and wide.

No one had ever been down there before. Not like that.

Seeing a man as powerful as him at his knees, felt absolutely euphoric. Your chest swelled as he looked up at you through his lashes, setting kisses on your hip bones. Your flesh lit on fire as he neared you core, until he pecked your pelvis.

“Shall I feel you come undone on my tongue, dove?”

You could’ve came during that moment. A knock sounded at the door, causing you to flinch. “Draco? Honey?”

He delivered a flat stripe up your pussy, reaching the clit to suck on. Your eyes bulged, and without thinking—a moan fell past your lips.

Radio silence rang on the other side. Draco didn’t seem to care his wife had heard you, more happy to have heard the banging stopped. Your brows furrowed as your fingers dove into his hair, hips leaning into his mouth, “Draco,” you breathed, his warm tongue licking at your bud. “Draco I think she heard us.”

He hummed, grabbing one of the rings on this fingers before letting it fall to the floor. And then slipped it inside—sending you a wink.

“Moan for me. That bitch fucked some bloke in my office, so I want you to fucking scream my name.”

His words were naughty and cold, finger stretching your walls. As it sunk into your dripping pussy, you felt your walls stretch, “Ah! Draco!—“

“THE PRISONER? DRACO! DRACO!”

He chuckled against you, the cool medal of his rings inside your hot pussy feeling absolutely delicious. Plump lips wrapped around your swollen, abused clit. You began to thrust your juices onto him, riding his tongue while his wife continued to bang outside the door. You were surprised she hadn’t broken it down by now, a hint of guilt hitting you. But it fled away quickly as you squealed on his awaiting tongue.

Your tits jiggled as you bounced. He added a second finger, eyes locked on yours, “Just like that! Oh my god—fuck. It feels so good, Draco.”

He smirked, licking your pussy up and down. Astoria screamed, the pounding growing harder. Your eyes almost crossed as he kept licking from your entrance to your clit, repeating the motion. You grabbed your breasts, pinching your nipples, as Draco’s hand held your ass to push your pussy onto him.

His other hand was busy fingering you, “You like when I eat this little pussy, dove? It tastes so fucking sweet—I might catch a toothache.”

Your giggle turned into a cry as he added a third finger, stretching you out more. Your eyes squeezed shut, “Draco! I’m gonna—Oh!”

He growled against you.

“Let me taste it, _ _. Fucking let me have it,” it was almost animalistic. Your hands pushed his head away, but he kept a firm grip, ravishing your pussy as he slurped loudly.

His fingers mixed with his tongue sucking on your pulsing clit threw you into your climax, jolting above him as your hips stuttered.

“I’m coming! Draco? I—“

“That’s if. Ignore her, and focus on my tongue.”

And you screamed. If the door had been made of glass, it would have shattered and broke down. Your stomach clenched as you released everything onto his tongue, your orgasm almost knocking you over. If he hadn’t been holding you from behind, you would have. When it slowly began to fade out, Draco tapped your thigh. “Hop on, dove.”

Smirking, you let him pick you up and lead your way to the desk. Astoria had continued to pound on the door, her screams turning to cries. You were surprised she hadn’t stopped. Draco gently laid you on his desk, spreading your legs and sliding between them.

Your bruised lips parted, panting with red cheeks as you observed Draco. His blazer was tossed onto the chair, lifting his black t-shirt to reveal his muscular torso. Every ab was sharp, so sharp you were sure they could cut you. Black ink trained across his entire chest, as well as the back of his neck and hipbones. Your body turned warm as he removed his trousers, revealing his huge cock.

His skin was so fair, as if he hadn’t even been human. Like a doll, absolutely unreal.

You wanted to trace his tattoos, but the ache in your eyes had been urgent. And with the animalistic lust he had been looking at you with, you knew he felt the same.

His soft, yet cold skin pressed against yours as he knelt down to kiss you again. Grabbing your thighs, your behind hung off the desk as he didn’t waste time. Both of you moaned in unison as he his cock stretched inside you for the first time, his head slowly inching inside.

“Fuck,” he growled, watching his cock spear your pussy with stormy eyes. “Cunt so warm and tight.”

Astoria had finally stopped shouting, most likely either left or listening. Whichever it had been—you didn’t care.

Draco was inside you, using his grip on your thighs to fuck your harder. His eyes pierced into yours, a wicked smile hanging off his swollen lips as he watched you cry out ever few seconds. Your hands grabbed his forearm as he continued to plow into you. His cock felt large inside you, almost ripping you apart.

Pleasure began to consume you.

Your mind was hazy.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!”

“Yeah, baby? Yeah?”

“Oh,” your eyes crossed as he grabbed your throat, completely fucking you onto him. Your cries and squeals intensified, as well as the burning wave in your pussy. Your body began to shake as he reached deeper inside, almost exploding from ecstasy. Draco kissed your heels as you came down.

And then it slapped you in the face. Your orgasm blindsided you, Draco watching you with hooded eyes as you creamed on his cock. Praising you with how wonderful you looked shivering on top of him, he gave you a kiss before grabbing you. Carrying you to his chair, he sat down as you remained in his lap. Hands still on your ass, he peered up at you with admiration, “Put it in, _ _. Let me tell you come on my dick again.”

Your body jolted as you nodded, eagerly placing your feet on the chair before slipping his head inside. He grabbed your back, holding your hands behind you as he began to thrust up into you, “How’s that baby? Am I fucking you good enough?”

“Yes!” You screamed, clawing at his back as your pussy spasmed from his speed. “Draco! I’m going to come again soon!”

“Sounds like a fucking plan,” he spat while continuing to pound you. He had also been growing close to you—you could tell. His chest began to clench as he held you in his arms, completely ravishing your figure. “I’m going to come too, dove. In this tight fucking pussy.”

“Draco, we aren’t marr—“

“Shut the fuck up,” he growled, thumb reaching your clit. Your eyes widened down at him as he smirked wickedly. “Why don’t you just come for me and give me those pretty little moans again?”

And that’s exactly what you did.

Hot flashes shot through you, and if he hadn’t been holding your body against his—you would’ve toppled over onto the ground. His cock rubbed your walls as your orgasm flew you threw the roof, sobbing out against his lips.

He came with a shout, looking down at your push as his brows furrowed. You felt warm cum deep into your pussy as Draco finished inside you.

“Your wife,” you panted, smirking down at him. Your hands landed on his chest as he pecked your breast, sweet dripping down his forehead. “—is a lucky woman.”

[beegomess]

How others see you as a couple || Slytherin boys

Summary: Just other people's impressions of you as a couple. Warmings: None. Requests are open!

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Blaise Zabini

You have a bond that everyone envies;

Everyone comments on how you are the definition of "soulmates";

You are the couple that inspires others to believe in true love;

Your friends ask you for love advice;

You have such a deep connection that it seems like you can read each other's minds.

Draco Malfoy

The affection between you was evident in every gesture;

The connection between you was palpable, even in silence;

It was impossible not to notice the undeniable chemistry between you;

Other people felt attracted to the energy you emanated together;

The trust you had when you were together was seemingly unshakable.

Lorenzo Berkshire

You were the example of genuine and pure love;

Everyone saw you as a dream couple;

Your happiness was contagious to those around you;

The simplicity of your love was charming to everyone;

The way you cared for each other was admirable.

Mattheo Riddle

You were always a recurring topic in the hallways;

The jealousy was evident, but no one could ignore the chemistrybetween you;

The most talked about and envied couple in school;

The teachers were often bothered by the intensity of your relationship;

No matter where you were, you always drew attention;

The gossip about the two of you was constant, but it never shook the relationship;

Disapproving looks from teachers who caught you in empty classrooms were also not uncommon.

Theodore Nott

Everyone noticed the intensity of the feeling between you

Many girls felt a pang of envy when they saw you together;

It was impossible not to notice how you completed each other;

The few times Theo showed joy, it was because of you;

Theo's smile was more frequent when you were around;

You were the couple that everyone talked about and admired.

Tom Riddle

You were watched with cautious, if discreet, eyes;

Dumbledore and other teachers showed a special interest in you, given your affinity for dark magic;

You rarely showed affection in public, maintaining an aura of mystery around your relationship;

To outside observers, you seemed indecipherable, hiding your true intentions and feelings.

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[mysmuttyy]

LISTEN; MATTHEO RIDDLE SMUT

stalker mattheo knows a lot about you, stuff nobody else knows.

MY BACK IS PRESSED AGAINST A TREE, thick book resting in the palm of my hands, pages flicking over in the wind. I haven’t been able to focus for the past five minutes, all I’ve done is stare out at the water, watching the leaves move with the wind.

The wind blows against me, fly aways falling into my eyes, repeatedly. I huff, tugging the strands behind my ears, but it’s no use.

I get close to getting up and leaving, but the sound of leaves crunching a little behind me steals my attention. Not many people know about the black lake, which is pretty odd because you’d expect the exact opposite, right?

My eyes focus on a tall figure, curly hair, muscular body. I can’t quite pinpoint who he is - til he gets closer, not noticing me under the big tree closest to the water.

I exhale a deep breath, about to get up and leave, again, but he steals my attention away. Slipping his black shirt over his head, tossing it by my feet.

His back muscles stare right at me and I can’t help but slam my thighs together, hoping he didn’t hear the slap of my skin. I breathe heavily, eyes wandering down his well toned figure.

Thick thighs stand out to me, sending wild thoughts running through my brain. A wet patch forms on the front of my lace panties, clit throbbing for him.

Mattheo Riddle, the dark lords son, someone they say is extremely dangerous. One they avoid in the halls, never daring to make eye contact with him. In my honest opinion, I think they’re over exaggerating. If he was a dangerous person, he would’ve done something by now and he hasn’t.

He keeps to himself and minds his business.

It kinda breaks my heart. He doesn’t have any friends, because people would rather judge him than get to know him. Stuck up rich kids with slyly torment him, trying to rile him up, but he ignores it.

“Are you done staring at me, y/n?” His deep voice speaks, making my stomach flutter with a flock of butterflies. That’s the first time I’ve heard him speak in two years.

The last time he spoke, he was apologising for getting in my way. If he was so dangerous, why would he apologise?

He clears his throat, pulling me out of my messy train of thoughts. “S-Sorry..Um, I’ll leave!” I exclaim, but he shakes his head at me, running his wet hand through his, now wet curls.

I push my thighs together once more, my face growing red at the way his stare makes me feel. “Did I say you had to leave?” He asks, raising his brows at me.

My heart beats even faster, so fast I fear it might pump out of my chest. “Well what do you want me to do?” I question, trying my best not to sound scared of him. It’s not that I’m scared of him, he’s just incredibly gorgeous and it makes me nervous.

Too nervous to speak.

“Take your shirt off.” He smiles, crossing his arms over his chest. My breath hitches, eyes widening at his words. His brown eyes stare into my blue ones, something glistening in them, something I can’t figure.

“My shirt?” I test, raising my brows, a smirk crossing over my face. He laughs, looking down at his chest. My body lifts, back no longer pressed against the painful back that was digging into my skin.

I slowly pull my shirt up, over my head, dropping it on top of his. He looks back up, face growing red when he looks at my cleavage. My smirk grows as I put my hands out, waiting for him to help my body into the water.

He takes my hands into his, turning me into liquid with just his touch. All of my confidence evaporates, on the spot, hairs that lie on the back of my neck sticking up. “T-Thank you.” I mumble, looking away from his gorgeous face.

Now that I’m in the water, the wetness of my arousal is easier to ignore. Mattheo and I’s hands are still touching, intertwined. The tension between us quickly grows, his eyes flickering down to my lips.

“Fuck, this is bad.” I speak, bursting the silence. He raises his brows at me, tilting his head in confusion. The curls on his head flop to the side, making me almost giggle at how cute it is.

“What’s bad?” He asks, confused look quickly turning into a excited, yet evil look. “Maybe you getting wet at my muscles, slamming your thighs together in hopes the throbbing dies down?” He ponders, letting my hands go, stepping closer to me.

I quiver, eyes widened, face tomato red. “Or maybe it’s the fact that you want me to fuck you right now?” He continues, fucking with your mind.

Anger boils in your chest as you step forward, slamming your hands against his wet chest. “First of, fucker! It’s considered rude to invade my mind without consent!” I shout, glaring up at the man with audacity probably bigger than his dick.

He scoffs, grabbing my throat in his veiny hand. “You must be really horny to be thinking of how big my dick is, huh?” He laughs, leaning down to my face.

“You’re thinking of fucking my tits, Mattheo. Don’t act so fucking innocent.” I retort, glaring harder at him. He lets my throat go, a look of shock on his face.

The two of us remain silent, our eyes locked, deep diving into one another’s brain. I grow tired of it, leaning up to finally smash my lips against his.

He kisses back, wrapping his arms around my body, pulling me to his chest. My breast press up against his chest, causing him to grow hard against my body.

“Tsk, tsk. You just got hard because of a stranger, that’s gotta be a little embarrassing.” You tease, not expecting him to say what he says..

“You’re not a stranger baby.”

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A/n; I really don’t know what this is, but I’m really obsessed with the quiet kid trope. Mainly because I’m obsessed with a quiet kid at school 😃😃

Anyways, please send in some suggestions for what smut to write and who it’s ab!! Should I do pt 2?

[mastermindmiko]

Milestones

Pairing: Fred Weasley + fem!reader

summary: A small blurb of a night at the burrow in bed with Fred

Word count: 762

Warnings: none, but lmk

Requests are open

I wrote this in a grand total of fifteen minutes at 1am, so if there's any mistakes please don't mind them, and let me know

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"I'm sorry about my family" Fred whispers so low that I almost don't hear him. I move my head to the side to face him with a frown. I ask, "what?"

"They can be a little much sometimes I know." Fred continues and I find myself even more confused. I place one of my hand's to his face and I ask, "what makes you say that?"

He doesn't say anything, but I don't press, hoping that he will say something anyway. I rub my thumb in soft circles over his cheek, and I shuffle a bit under the covers. He holds my wrist, taking my hand off his face to press a kiss to my palm. Even after dating for a while now, I still get butterflies.

"I've been told that my family comes on a bit strong. Mom with her affection, dad with all his muggle gadgets, Charlie with the dragons-" Fred starts but I cut him off, unable to hear him say anything else, "Fred, no don't say that. I love your family."

"Really?" Fred asks, hesitantly. I nod my head eagerly, and ask, "what made you think that Fred?"

"I wanted you to like me- I didn't want my family to freak you out." Fred replies with a small blush on his cheeks. I smile at him and say, "if you haven't noticed Fred I do like you, that's why I'm your girlfriend."

"Hopefully it stays that way." Fred mumbles as he pulls me closer to him. I nuzzle my face into his chest as he wraps his arms around me. He rests his chin on my head and I don't think I've ever felt more relaxed. He asks, "well aside from my family, how was your day?"

"It was good, I read a new book, it was great." I say as I recall the events of what I'm sure is now one of my favourite books. Fred says, "you can tell me all about it tomorrow."

"But nothing else really, what about you?" I ask him lifting my head up so I can look at his gorgeous brown eyes. He smiles and says, "George and I found a good location for the shop, it's in diagon alley and above it, there is a good apartment-it's all within the budget of course."

"Fred, that's great. I'm so excited for you." I beam at the wonderful news, and I can see that mischievous and excited look in his eyes, the same one he always had when he was about to prank someone, except that this time it was bigger.

"The apartment is great too, two bathrooms, two bedrooms- that is if you don't mind us sharing the apartment with George" Fred rambles, and I blink for a second before realising. I tease, " Fredrick gedion weasley! Is this your way of asking me to move in with you?"

He rubs the back of his neck, sheepishly. He says, " I kind of hoped that you wouldn't notice and just say yes. Things have been going well, I just thought that it was time- unless of course you don't want to-"

"Of course I want to, you idiot." I cut him off and nuzzle my head back into his chest. He wraps his arms more tightly around me and he presses a kiss to the top of my head and whispers, "good."

"Its got a big kitchen too since I know you like to bake." Fred says like he's still trying to convince me to move in with him, I would move in with him into a swamp if he asked me to. I reply, "Just some anxiety cookies no big deal."

"It doesn't matter what's their cause what matters is that they're damn good and by the way I love you" He says quickly that I almost don't catch it. My goes go wide and I look up at him and tease, "Crossing off a lot of big milestones today, Fred. What's next you're gonna pop out an engagement ring then tell me you're pregnant"

"Haha very funny" He replies, sarcastically, avoiding my gaze. I continue with a wide grin, I still can't believe he said it, "No seriously should I buy baby clothes, get you my ring size-"

"Go to sleep, love." He whispers before turning to the side to close the bedside lamp. I'm still smiling when I say, "Okay."

I wait a few seconds before pressing a knee to his cheek and wrapping my arms around his torso. I say, cheerfully, "I love you too by the way, goodnight."

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Teach me [Theo nott]

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝘁 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀: 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗼 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲𝘀 𝘄𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆/𝗻 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱.

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁:

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁/𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: Brief 𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁, 𝗶𝗻𝗻𝗼𝗰𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘆/𝗻

𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝘆 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝗼𝗻 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝗼 𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗯𝗲 𝗻𝗶𝗰𝗲. 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗿𝘂𝗰𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗰𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗶𝘀𝗺 𝗶𝘀 𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗿𝗰𝗶𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 :)

(𝗡𝗦𝗙𝗪 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁)

Theo loved watching his girlfriend read.

He couldn’t help but stare down at you through his thick lashes as you read “ The Handmaid's Tale” by Margaret Atwood out loud to him. The way your eyebrows scrunched together in concentration at the start of each new page made his belly do summersaults. It was a sight, really.

There you sat in between his legs, your back pressed up against his chest, on his bed, with a book in your hands. You had discarded your red robe and tie long before you arrived in Theodore's dorm room, making him silently thank Merlin himself.

Every time he looked down at you, he could see the tops of your breasts peeking through your white button-up since the first three circles were already undone. He smiled to himself, his face contorting with all sorts of mischief. You were reading down the line when you felt one of his hands come down to your thigh and start to draw small shapes on the meat while the other rested on the small of your stomach, fiddling with the hem of the white shirt.

The small movement made your pulse rate increase tremendously. You struggled to pay the minor gesture no mind, making an effort to focus more on the pages in front of you, but his wandering hand kept inching higher and higher towards the inner part of your thigh.

Theo smirked when he heard the slight tremor in your voice, “Theo.” You said somewhat shakily.

“Yes, love?”

You closed your eyes briefly, a sigh leaving your mouth as you leaned back into his chest, “what are you doing?”

“Nothing.” He murmured, feigning innocence, “just listening to my beautiful girlfriend read her favorite book to me.”

You emitted an okay, continuing to read even though your voice was now smaller and slightly weaker.

This strange feeling was all new to you. You had never felt this way before and it honestly kind of frightened you a little. you and Theo had never gone further than some light kissing and touching. You were a reserved girl, and Theo knew that. He was your first everything. Your first crush, first kiss, first boyfriend and it pleased him to know that no one had ever made you feel like this.

An unpretentious gasp escaped from the seeds rooted in the back of your throat when one of his large palms nipped at the flesh again, but this time his fingers tracing higher, teasing the hem of your cotton underwear, dipping his finger into the band that had a tiny pink rose stitched on the front with purpose. “That's not nothing.” you swallowed greedily, moistening your arid lips.

He hummed in acknowledgment, leaning his head down to meet the crook of your neck comfortably, lightly kissing the area. You couldn't help but melt into his touch as it was almost impossible to withstand his touch, his scent. No matter what Theodore did, you couldn't help but fall compliant to his demands. Maybe it was his natural charm or maybe it was your persistent need to please him. You didn't know nor frankly cared at the moment.

Your head seemed to automatically lull over onto his firm shoulder, fitting him more access to your sweet spot as you inclined to what seemed like to be even closer to his chest, the large book falling closed at her side.

Pt2?