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I pretty please request a little fic abt Enzo being jealous, you write him so well 🙁

“I’m your brother’s best friend, I'm allowed to be jealous.”

A jealous Enzo Berkshire x Nott!reader imagine 

Cedric asking you out has innocent Enzo freaking out.

Warning: a little bit of smut, little bit

“Doesn’t it bother you?” Blaise asks as he looks at Theodore who stares at you and Enzo entering the great hall laughing. “What?” Theo asks lazily. “That Enzo’s drooling over your sister?” Theodore snorts. “No, it doesn’t bother me. Rather Enzo than Matt.” Mattheo’s brows furrow as his eyes roll to Theo, raising his hands offended with his mouth still stuffed with food. “What’s wrong with me?” Mattheo says after quickly swallowing his food, but is quick to add: “On second thought, don’t answer that question.” Blaise chuckles but returns his focus on Theodore, asking silently to answer his earlier question seriously. “Enzo’s a good guy.” Theo explains. “I kinda hope they’ll end up together. He’ll be good to her and she’ll be good for him. Enzo doesn’t get into fights and he’s not a possessive psycho. He’ll treat her right.” Mattheo’s eyes knit together again. “Why do I feel so attacked?” Theodore ignores him and continues with a hushed voice since Enzo and you are approaching. “I kinda hope he’ll finally make a move.” Blaise raises his eyebrows and shakes his head. “Don’t hold your breath mate.” Enzo plops down next to Blaise. “Hold your breath for what?” Theodore smirks. “For Dumbledore to give slytherin points for something.” A soft laugh leaves your lips. “Never happening.” Enzo’s eyes focus on your smile as you fill your plate. That smile. 

Enzo was madly in love with you, but you were Theo’s little baby sister so he assumed you were off limits for him. However, Cedric Digory wasn’t friends with Theodore so there was no reason for him to stay away from you. You and Cedric had been good friends for years, much to Enzo’s dismay and every year you got prettier and every year Cedric showed more interest in you and every year Enzo ended up hating Cedric more. 

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“Oh all bowtruckles in a tree! He asked you out!” Luna's eyes go wide, not believing what she had just heard. You nod and smile, leaving the classroom. “Yes, I know, crazy, right?” But your joy instantly disappears when you see Enzo approaching, his soft demeanour changing with every step he takes. Enzo was the best, but every year you noticed how he got more and more annoyed with guys showing interest in you. He also had made it very clear that nothing would ever happen between you two because bro code and stuff. Honestly, the most ridiculous thing ever, especially since your brother had the hottest friends ever. Right now, you were seriously getting annoyed with Enzo, what did he expect of you, to stay single forever? Not happening. “Who asked who out?” Enzo forces a smile as his eyes move between you and Luna. You sigh. “Cedric asked me out.” You say, bracing yourself for whatever irrational argument Enzo was gonna throw at you. “Ah, yes, that ‘good’ friend of yours that I’ve been warning you about since forever. I told you that guy is only after one thing-” You make eye contact with Luna and raise your eyebrows, before interrupting Enzo. Leaning a bit his way you whisper: “Well, I hope so, because honestly Enz, I’m only after one thing as well.” Your voice sounds bittersweet to Enzo and he watches you and Luna walk away giggling. He clenches his jaw as he considers his options. Talk reason into you, impossible. Punch reason into Cedric, not my style. Or be a tattletale and spill the news to your brother...

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“She’s going on a date with Digory!” Enzo yells as soon as he enters the slytherin common room and spots Theodore. Theo looks up to see a fuming Enzo approach. “You should do something.” Enzo says, calming down a bit, but also annoyed by the lack of response from Theo. “Like what?” Theodore asks eyebrows knitting together as he folds the newspaper he was reading before Enzo stormed in. “Tell her not to go. The guy’s bad news.” Theodore lazily stares at Enzo. “The guy’s a Hufflepuff, he’s barely news, let alone bad news. And tell her not to go… You obviously don’t know much about siblings, but let me tell you this: they don’t listen.” 

“What! You’re just gonna let her?” Theodore was getting a little frustrated with Enzo’s tone and Mattheo could barely keep himself from laughing at seeing Enzo so upset. “Yeah, as long as she doesn’t date Mattheo I’m good with it.” Theo says with a bit of a sterner voice and Mattheo frowns feeling offended a second time today, but Enzo’s clearly angry with Theo and shakes his head. “You rather have her date someone like Cedric than one of your friends?!” There’s silence but Enzo’s just so terrified of you going out and falling in love with someone while he’s left pining, that all his feelings boil over into anger. “What kind of a shit brother are you!”  At those words Theodore gets up in a second, almost pressing his head against Enzo’s to make sure Enzo gets the message. “I’m not a shit brother and I never said that I'd rather have her date Cedric than one of my friends, just not Mattheo but trust me Berkshire if you keep this crap up then you’ll be out of my sister’s life in no time.”

Enzo’s so angry that he can barely process what Theodore is saying, but he’s sane enough to walk away and not pick a fight with his friend and the brother of the girl’s crushing on. 

“Why always use me as the definition of trouble?” Mattheo complains, making Theodore roll his eyes. “Cause you are, I just hoped we had at least one sane friend in our group, but apparently Enzo’s just as dysfunctional as the rest of us.” Theodore sighs, unclenching his fists and sitting back down.

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You leave your classroom to find a shaky Enzo pacing the hallway. When he spots you he immediately walks over to you and you can see the nervousness in his eyes. “What's wrong?” You ask as his hand firmly wraps around your arm. “We need to talk. Now.” His voice is urgent and his eyes avoid yours. “Enzo calm-” “No, it’s important.” Enzo snaps at you and pushes a door open, shoving you into a broom closet. “You can’t go out with him.” Enzo states as soon as he closes the door behind him. There’s a dim light that lights his pained face just enough for you to see. “Enzo-” Your voice is soothing, but Enzo’s too afraid of what you’ll say so he continues to rant. “It physically hurts when I think of you being with someone else, loving someone else. So just, I beg you, just don’t go out with him.” He sighs and moves a hand over his sweaty forehead. “I almost had a fight with your brother, because I’m freaking out and I’m freaking out because I know Cedric is a good guy and you like him and you’ll love him and forget about me and I- I-.”

You grab his face and place an urgent kiss on his lips, hoping you’ll keep Enzo from spiralling any further, but to your surprise he suddenly spirals into a whole different direction. Eagerly kissing back, one hand finding the small of your back as he takes a step towards you pushing you against the wall of the small closet you’re in. “I need you.” Enzo breathes lips only inches away from yours and his eyes piercing you, silently begging you to let him love you. “Let me have you.” His husky hungry voices make your knees go weak. “Have me, Enz.” You whisper, meeting his lips with an equal amount of hunger. What took you so long. He kisses you until you're out of breath then he leaves sloppy kisses on your jaw, before sucking at the flesh of your neck like you taste divine to him. His hands lustfully trace every inch of your body, squeezing the flesh of your thighs and ass. “I’ll make you love me.” Your eyes roll to the back of your skull at the sound of his determined voice. Not that you needed him to do anything, you had already fallen for him before he had even seen you as someone more than just Theo’s sister. However, you were more than enjoying Enzo working for your love. 

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You straighten your skirt and do your best to comb your hair with your fingers to look as decent as possible after what Enzo had just done to you in that tiny closet. “You look fine.” Enzo ensures smiling at you adoring your beauty as you stand there nervously watching if anyone has seen you two leave the broom closet. You force a weak smile and Enzo can’t help but get nervous as well. Though not about getting caught with you, but about whether or not he had convinced you to not go out with Cedric. Even having you moan and cry his name wasn’t enough to reassure him that you were his. He needed to know. “Are you still going out with him?” Enzo blurs and your eyes meet his. Is he for real? “Was this really all because Cedric asked me out?” Enzo shrugs, a bit embarrassed about how he had acted. A soft chuckle leaves your lips. “Really Lorenzo Berkshire you got jealous?” His hands sink into his pockets and he stares at the floor, thinking of a good response. “I’m your brother’s best friend, I’m allowed to be jealous.” 

You frown at his silly excuse. “Pretty sure Matt’s my brother's best friend and even if you were that’s not an excuse at all. Neither does it excuse what you just did to me in that closet.” Enzo takes a step closer to you and meets your eyes. “What do you want me to say?” Your eyes drown in his. “The truth Enz.”

He takes a deep breath, before confessing. “I’m so incredibly jealous, because I’m in love with you.” A happy smile tugs on your lips and Enzo’s delighted at how happy you are with his confession.

“You know… I never said yes to Cedric.” Enzo’s eyes widen and his mouth almost drops. “What?” A sweet laugh escapes you at the view of his shocked face. “I only ever said that he asked… I wanted to say yes, but I couldn’t because I’m in love with you.” Within a split second Enzo’s lips crash onto yours. You had just made this man the happiest in all of Hogwarts.

Word count: 1771

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LOVE THE CONCEPT ! LOVE THE WRITING !

Read it twice. Will probably read it again and again! Definitely a masterpiece!

Needy

Theo Nott x f!reader - almost 1k Warnings: nsfw!, fingering, dry humping, riding, drowsy reader (consented)

A/n: This came to me in a dream (hence the no dialogue), of feeling needy for your boyfriend in the middle of the night.

Warmth consumed you, the hot fiery sensation leaving your skin rapturous as you stir in the sheets, your body craving more of the feeling. It seems to have more clue as to what was happening than your mind, with it instinctively increasing the pressure of your grinding, your cunt searching for that alleviation. Small shaky breaths release from your lips, eyes still shut half asleep, face buried in between the crook of a warm neck. 

The feeling was becoming familiar, the more your body moved in rhythm against the firmness of fingertips. Your mind raveled in the concept of this very vivid dream, now growing more aware of the fingers that worked their magic. Whimpering from the teasing way your clit was being rubbed, the sensitivity of your bud heightening. Soft hands wrapped themselves around your hips, steading your stability as your hips restlessly bucked, your body nearing combustibility with every second.

You were animalistic, more erotic moans were drawled from your lips laced with your airy breaths, hips grinding harder. A deep groan elicited blends in with yours, evoking the half consciousness of your mind grasping at the reality with each brash movement. Your boyfriend’s head laid, rested on the pillow, watching carnally at your every reaction, the lustful desperation you were displaying was sending his head spinning. 

His fingers etched their way under the fabric of your undies, plunging deep into your soaked slit, pulling another deep satisfied moan out of your pretty tired mouth, your lips attacking his warm skin. Your hips are antsy and eager for more, rocking harder, riding on his finger, chasing you high. 

Though definitely awake now, your eyes remained closed, relishing in the darkness that helped capture the bliss of your sleepy cocoon. You don’t know what time it is, but you know it must be well into the early hours having remembered going to bed. It didn’t matter to you, your attention too focused on the pleasure pulsing through you. 

You flex your own hand, noticing it already wrapped firmly around Theo’s hard shaft, instinctively pumping it over his boxers, eliciting another throaty groan from him. His head tilts back as you hungrily apply sweet sloppy kisses to his neck, a constant flow of whimpers heard as his hand thrusts his digits skillfully, his thumb continuing to rub circles on your clit. 

The feeling of your rising pleasure is revoked momentarily as Theo whispers something to you, though you can’t make it out, too dazed in your drowsy state. Strong arms enfold around you, shifting your body onto his lap, a soft moan evoked by your sensitive clit brushing against his hardened cock. 

Theo, who's itching to get you out of your PJ pants, makes light work at tugging them down, your lips still pressing softly at his skin. Helping to abide, you kick them off completely, his fingers working to slide your undies to the side, his hand tugging at his own boxers. 

Your body lifts from the crook of his neck, meeting his eyes as you open them finally tiredly, a subtle smirk spreads on his face as he grips his cock, aligning it with your entrance. He teases it, running his tip between your soaked folds, before pulling a sharp moan that vibrates off your chest at the fulfillment of him entering you. Firm hands fall into their natural position, gripping your hips, a satisfied grunt leaving his lips as he moves, snapping up into you from beneath.  

Body pressed up against his heaving chest, your face falls back into its earlier position buried on his shoulder, your own hips struggling to keep up now that you’re getting what you want. The sweet desperation for your release makes you swirl your hips and bounce on his cock ardently, the room filling with the mix of your moans and his grunts. 

The sensations from this angle make you scream as you're definitely awake now. Nails digging into his shoulders as he fucks harder, burying further into your tight pussy, brushing, hitting against your g spot. 

Your hands grip his own hips, pulling at the skin, the familiar coil feeling bubbling inside your stomach, listening to Theo’s sweet breathy praises at his own rising climax. It’s only a matter of minutes before you're falling apart with a sensual moan coaxing his cock in your cum. Theo groans, holding you closer, his hips speeding up rapidly before he ruts deep inside you, spilling his own seed. 

Collapsed on top of him, you sigh, him still buried inside as you rub your eyes. Catching your breath, the two of your hearts colliding together as one singular beat. You sit up looking down on him, giving him a grin. “That was pretty cheeky, starting at this hour.” You reach for your watch, seeing that it’s 3 am. 

His hands rest gently on your sides, stroking the tops of your thighs. He quirks an amused brow. “What do you mean, bella? That was all you.” His eyes light up, watching your reaction. 

“Huh, wait what I started it?” Your hands move, running through your hair, giving him a confused look, your own brows now raised, feeling the flush of your cheeks grow, embarrassed now. 

He chuckles, noticing the look on your face, his hands rubbing gentle circles on your skin. “Yeah, you were grabbing me and grinding up against me, you don’t remember?” His face changes into a teasing smirk. “Needy girl.” 

Sliding off him, fixing your undies back into place, you shift lying down beside him, sighing in realization. You laugh, giving him a cheeky smile. “Huh, must have been some dream.” Theo tucks himself in and then turns, pulling you into his chest, kissing your cheek. Sleep quickly retakes over your tired body, lulling you back into a sweet and satisfied slumber. 

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James: We never argue. He speaks French and I shut up.

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Thanks for the mention, always an honour 💛

And I love fic recs, ideal way to find some good fanfics for the weekend 🥰

hp fanfic recs!!

hello all! i feel like i dont interact enough with this community, so here's some recs for you all (i do follow these people, on my main blog @emptytakeawaycup) give them a follow too!

mattheo riddle;

we aren't over (18+) - @slytherinslut0

summary; fwb gets jealous seeing you kiss another guy at a party after the two of you had called things off

this love - @wordsarelife

summary; mattheo finally asks you to be his girlfriend

let me ruin fuck you (18+) - @slytherinslut0

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

theodore nott;

the cat chronicles - @obsessedwithceleste

summary; five times theodore nott *accidentally* stole your cat

darling socialite - @fangisms

summary; you are talkative as all hell, and theo has dubbed himself your devoted listener

just like your boyfriend - @angelfrombeneth

summary; you and theodore are the new it couple in hogwarts. theo's known for always causing up a stir but never you. at least 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

too many nights - @priniya

summary; theodore nott spent too many nights, smoking and hanging out with matt’s little sister to not make her his girlfriend

second hand smoking - @evergone

summary; a short one where theo teaches the reader how to smoke

i'm [nott] a bad person - @evergone

summary; the reader and theo are accused of causing a fight, but they swear they didn't do it

an unintended double date - @papercorgiworld

summary; enzo doesn’t want you ruining his date so he calls in back up to keep you busy, which leads to an interesting date

fred weasley;

something that we're not - @sergeantbuckybarnes

summary; you and fred are friends. best friends. who happen to cuddle and sleep in bed together all the time

anything - @ibbythebee

summary; fred would do anything to see you, "hogwart's strictest prefect", loosen up

first time (18+) - @frenziedfireworks

summary; you've been trying to figure out how to bring up sex to your boyfriend...

george weasley;

blindsided - @desideriumwriter

summary; as the gryffindor quidditch team celebrates their win on the field, malfoy begins to openly throw insults in front of george and fred towards them, their parents, harry, and you. george isn’t able to ignore and shrug off his mockery. it only ends in a shocking altercation between the redheaded gryffindor and sneering slytherin

blaise zabini;

everything i'll ever need - @slytherinslut0

summary; your boyfriend whisks you away from the enchanting yule ball, blindfolding your eyes in mystery, alluding to a secret spot. though he suggests it's merely to show you something, what unfolds is a testament to his deep appreciation for your love of nature and a showcase of his genuine gentlemanly demeanour

a night at the museum - @pizzaapeteer

summary; where your boyfriend blaise takes you for your birthday to your favourite place

draco malfoy;

an unintended double date - @papercorgiworld

summary; enzo doesn’t want you ruining his date so he calls in back up to keep you busy, which leads to an interesting date

remus lupin;

remus can tell you have a crush on him - @luveline

remus and you exist in your own little bubble - @luveline

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you need to calm down | theodore nott x reader

song; you need to calm down [taylor swift] pairing; theodore nott x fem!muggle-born!reader genre; e2l, smut, angst word count; 5,9k timeline; subsidiary 8th year warnings; swearing, alcohol consumption, implied drug consumption, hook-up, drunk sex, piv, oral sex (male and female receiving), discrimination (muggle-borns), smoking, violence, blood, mentions of the war, arguments, yelling summary; after returning to hogwarts for a subsidiary 8th year to make up for the loss of 7th year due to the war, you are a completely different person, and muggle-born-hating theo finds himself obsessed with you

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"stressing and obsessing about somebody else is no fun."

MINORS DNI!!! 18+ content.

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In the time that the Second Wizarding War had been going on, you had been absent from Hogwarts, attending a muggle school under a fake name. Also in that time, you had changed significantly, partially to help your cover, but also because you had made muggle friends with similar styles and decided that you loved it. There were no uniforms at muggle college, so you were able to explore. These days you loved having black hair, having both your septum and nose pierced, and dressing almost entirely in black.

Your witch friends hadn't recognised you when you showed up at the Summer party you had received an invite to, after Voldemort was defeated and you were able to come out of hiding. The party you were attending was for seventh and eighth years— eighth year being introduced as a subsidiary for the education lost last year. Even most of those who had attended seventh year elected to return, as the final exams had never taken place, and what they had learned had been heavily rooted in the dark arts.

The party was booming, the walls of the massive house shaking with the sound of the music. You had consumed your fair share of alcohol, amongst other things, and had enjoyed catching up with everyone you had missed so dearly.

And that was when you saw him watching you.

Theodore Nott, a Slytherin boy in your year, who was from a wealthy pure-blooded family. A cigarette hung from his lips, and the smoke billowing around him sent a shiver up your spine. He was a sexy man, personality aside, and intoxicated you conveniently forgot about his attitude towards muggle-borns. Fuck, maybe he had changed?

He started approaching you, eyes raking up and down your accentuated figure, and he lingered a while on your fishnets. When he was close enough to talk, he said a simple statement, "I've never seen you before."

Theodore Nott hadn't changed. Not one bit. While he had never wished death upon muggle-borns like Voldemort, he had despised them— viewed them as lesser than he. He had seen you, laughing with your friends and seductively moving your hips, and assumed you were from the year below. You knew in that moment that he didn't recognise muggle-born goody-two-shoes Y/N L/N.

But, you were too drunk to ignore the red flags.

"No?" you murmured, "What are your first thoughts?"

He smirked, "I think I'm in for a very interesting night."

You chuckled, "I'll say."

His hands found your hips, and he began swaying with you to the music, which made you move your body closer to his. Even in the warmth of the room, the heat of his body hit you like an electric spark, coursing through you— straight to your core.

He moved even closer, his hot breath fanning against your neck as his hands moved round to your back. Then he lifted his head, his lips close to yours, and you let your eyes flutter shut as the kiss began. It was passionate: a hazy, powerful passion that had every hair on your body standing on end. His hands lowered to your ass, and squeezed, bringing a gasp from your lips, which he took as an opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth.

All of a sudden, he pulled away, only to whisper in your ear, "Wanna find somewhere more private?"

"Lead the way," you said breathlessly, and he took your hand in his.

Neither of you knew whose bedroom you had ended up in, but it was empty and had a lock on the door, so it was ideal. Sure, a little unlocking charm could get someone in, but hopefully they would realise what was going on inside if the door was locked.

Theo wasted no time in pressing his lips to yours again, pushing you back until you fell on to the bed, pulling him with you. He moved down to your neck, kissing and sucking in a manner that would definitely leave hickeys, before he returned to your lips. You tugged at his shirt, and he let you pull it over his head, revealing a toned chest and arms that had you drooling.

He smirked at your loss of composure and beckoned towards your shirt, "Your turn, miss."

This time, you smirked, and held up your arms to allow him to remove your upper body clothing. First your tight black mesh top, and then your bra, freeing your boobs for him to gaze at. "Look who's drooling now."

Your statement made him snap out of his shock: clearly the sight of your nipple piercings had been a new experience for him. He attacked your lips with a new fervour, then moved down to suck on your nipple and its barbell. Gasps escaped you at the sensation, and you arched your back up instinctively.

"You're so sexy," he stopped for breath, complimenting you, "How have I never seen you before?"

Your breath hitched, and for a moment the reality of the situation came back to you. Just as quickly, though, it left again, as he began work on your other nipple. It was a wonderful feeling, but you needed more, so you pushed him over until you were on top and began unbuckling his trousers.

His dick was big and thick, and you could tell by the glint in his eyes as he looked down at you that he knew and was proud. You shook your head, bringing your lips to the tip and pressing a gentle kiss. Your teasing didn't last for long, however, as you soon gave into the urge to take it into your mouth. He groaned deliciously in response, and you took that as your cue to lick a strip up the side as you began fondling his balls.

"Just like that, baby," he moaned, making you realise he hadn't even asked for your name.

You took him in your mouth again, this time going as far down as your throat would allow, feeling the urge to gag building up in you. His louder groans made the effort worth it, though, as you deepthroated him. Pulling away for breath, you looked up at him with doe eyes and said, "If I'm sucking your dick, you might as well eat me out." And with that, you pulled your tights and panties down, leaving only your skirt on, before sitting on his face assertively.

The action made him groan more, and you leaned down to continue work on his dick as you felt him find your clit almost immediately. His tongue ministrations had you moaning around his dick, making you begin grinding on his face out of reflex. If you weren't drunk, you wouldn't be nearly this shameless and forward.

To his credit, he ate you out like a man starved, and it wasn't long before the pleasure became so much you had to give up on his dick and give in to the sensation.

"Fuck, Theo, I'm gonna come," you moaned, and his movements only got quicker, until you felt your core tighten and then release. Your body convulsed as he rode you through the high.

Eventually, you got off his face.

"D'you have condoms?" you asked, knowing he hadn't yet finished and also that you weren't yet satisfied.

"Always." He reached for his trousers over the side of the bed and pulled a condom out of his wallet.

You took it from him, tearing the packet with your teeth whilst making eye contact, and carefully sheathing his dick. His breath hitched once you were done: the only warning you got before he got up and pushed you down on to all fours, lining himself up behind you. The push in wasn't difficult, since you were quite well prepared, but it was still sensationally tight for him.

"Fuck, baby," he grunted, pushing in the last couple inches, "You feel so fuckin' good. So wet for me."

In reply, you moaned, and he took that as his cue to begin moving.

He pushed up your skirt to slap your ass, leaving a red imprint on your cheek, before gripping your hips and picking up the pace. You became a mess beneath him, even more so when one of his hands snuck around to begin rubbing circles on your clit. The bedsheets were crumpled in your hands with how tight you were gripping them, but Theo didn't stop.

"Oh, fuck, I'm gonna-" he cut himself off with a grunt.

"Me too," you squeaked out.

"Come with me." The assertive way in which he said it had you falling apart yet again, and by the way his movements were becoming sloppy, you could guess that he was too. When he then collapsed next to you, you knew that your guess had been correct.

Turning to lay on your back, you let out a content sigh.

"You know my name," he said.

You chuckled breathlessly.

"Who are you?"

You shrugged, deciding that you had given yourself enough time to regain your composure and getting up off the bed to clothe yourself. "You'll see," you said as you pulled your final clothing item back on.

And, with that concluding comment, you left Theo speechless on a random bed of the host's house.

***

You told no one of that night, deciding that you didn't need to hear your friends say what a stupid idea it was for you as a muggle-born to fuck a pure-blood supremacist. You already knew that yourself, but that didn't stop you from dreaming about how his tongue felt against your pussy, or how his hands felt on your body. Merlin, it was the best sex that you had ever had, and it just had to be with someone who would never want you again after finding out the truth.

It was on the train to Hogwarts that you saw him next. Despite how excited you were to return to the castle after over a year, the anxiety of your next meeting with Theo had been consuming you. And, in a lit up train in your classic school uniform, you were a lot more recognisable than in the dark in your own clothes. Especially considering you were with your friend group.

You stared at him as he stood in the doorway of you and your friends' compartment, with Mattheo Riddle and Lorenzo Berkshire stood behind him. They were likely on the hunt for some younger years to belittle.

"Well, Miss Goody-Two-Shoes has certainly changed a lot, hasn't she?" Riddle chuckled from behind Theo, who was simply staring at you with widened eyes and a clenched jaw.

"Theo? Mate? You alright?" Berkshire asked, snapping his friend out of his daze.

"Yeah, yeah, fine," he said dismissively, "Let's go."

His friends appeared confused, but didn't question it.

Your friends, however, did.

"What the fuck was up with that?" your best friend, Elena, asked, "Is the man scared of a couple piercings or something?"

She didn't even know what she was saying when she said that, you thought to yourself, thinking back to his reaction to your nipple piercings. You simply shrugged at her, "He just hates to see a muggle-born succeed."

Everyone agreed with hums, and the conversation shifted to other subjects.

***

Theodore Nott had spent the last two weeks of Summer wondering what the fuck the mysterious girl he fucked at a party meant by, "You'll see," and then following that up with a wank using memories of you. But, in that moment, stood in front of you on the Hogwarts Express, where you were in better lighting and more recognisable attire, he felt the world crash down around him.

How had he fucked a mudblood? The one thing that was ingrained into his brain since childhood to never do? Ever? The worst part is, he hadn't just liked the sex, he had loved it. He had already had numerous wet dreams about your lips and your boobs and your ass. And now? Now he had to push all of that aside because he couldn't ever fuck you again.

He just couldn't.

"Theo- Earth to Theo," the voice of Lorenzo next to him brought him from his thoughts.

"What?" he snapped back.

"What's got you so worked up?"

Mattheo chuckled, "Can't you see him staring at mudblood L/N? I can't tell if you wanna kill her or fuck her."

That statement earned Mattheo a glare from Theo.

"Maybe both?" Lorenzo suggested, making them both laugh.

"Who was it again that you hooked up with at the party?" Mattheo asked before shovelling food into his mouth.

"He didn't say, remember? Said she never told him her name."

"It doesn't matter," Theo spat.

Lorenzo and Mattheo exchanged looks as realisation dawned on them, and they both slowly turned to Theo who was still glaring daggers in your direction.

"No, you didn't..." Mattheo said first.

Theo said nothing.

"You fucked a mudblood," Lorenzo stated, finishing Mattheo's thought.

"You didn't realise it was L/N," Mattheo continued.

"She'd changed a lot, okay?" Theo said angrily, "I thought she was from the year below or something."

His two friends began howling with laughter, meanwhile Theo sat brooding in silence at the Slytherin table.

***

Saturday rolled around, and you were relieved to be able to shed the school uniform and tug on your clothes that had become an important part of you. Thankfully, Hogwarts hadn't been too strict about your piercings, in fact you had even received compliments from some professors. But, honestly, the rules weren't all that strict since it was still a sensitive time with many grieving from the war.

The Summer weather was still lingering, and you basked in the sunlight as you walked down one of the open hallways, watching first years giggling amongst themselves as they played with their new magic skills. It brought a smile to your face, to see things returning to normal; you had missed Hogwarts dearly while you had been away, not knowing how long you would have to remain in hiding. You had even begun applications for muggle university— because, really, how could you have known whether it would be one year or ten before you could freely be a witch again?

You turned a corner, and in your drifted thoughts, didn't notice the person walking around the other way until it was too late and your shoulders had shoved against each other.

"Shit, sorry," you muttered, realising all too late that it was Theo. He was glaring at you, just like he had at every meal and every class you shared all week.

"Watch where you're going, mudblood," he snapped.

Rolling your eyes, you mumbled, "Wasn't a problem three weeks ago."

"Never speak of that," he said lowly, his voice threatening.

"Why? Annoyed sex with a mudblood was good?" you retorted, and then you found yourself pinned up against the wall.

"Watch your mouth, miss."

"Don't you mean 'baby'?" you smirked, relishing in the way his eyes darkened.

You almost missed the way his gaze flicked to your lips, but then he pulled away, refusing to look at you.

"Fuck you, L/N," he spat, storming off, and you watched in amusement with your back still against the wall.

***

Theodore Nott was livid. Absolutely livid. You wound him up in the worst way possible, only for him to try and scare you- fail- and then find himself wanting nothing more than to smash his lips on to yours. When you reminded him of the pet name he used while you were fucking, the blood in his body rushed straight to his dick: the feeling of his arms gripping yours and the close proximity had felt electric. Your very presence set him on fire in every single way possible.

He hated every second.

With previous hook-ups, he had hooked up a few more times with them until he had gotten bored and moved on to the next. Before he found out who you were, he had been planning on doing the same, and now the fact he couldn't was driving him crazy. He thought about you every minute of the day, every minute of the night, and- unfortunately- whenever his hand was wrapped around his dick. And, after his interaction with you in the hallway, he knew that he needed a good fuck from at least a half-blood, if not a pure-blood.

Yes, that was all it was, his body was desperate for sex and as you were the last person he fucked, his thoughts simply went to you first. That was all it was.

Definitely.

***

Potions lesson on Monday rolled around quicker than you would have liked, but it wasn't all bad, as Slughorn was a nice enough professor. You sequestered yourself next to your best friend, ready to begin the lesson. He had promised you all your first practical lesson today, and you were excited to use a cauldron again after so long.

The only real downside of the class was that Theo was in it, and he seemed even angrier (if that was possible) than he was last week. His eyes were pinned on to you like you had murdered his family. You shrugged it off, setting up the work station while Elena went to fetch the various ingredients that you required.

Meanwhile, Theo sat across the class from you, feeling incredibly frustrated. Saturday night, he had tried to fuck another girl, but he couldn't get himself hard until he imagined that she was you. And, even then, he couldn't finish. His imagination couldn't go as far as making her feel and act like you, after all. Now, all he knew, was that you were his enemy, and his remedy. And you had the audacity to act so calm and unbothered all the fucking time.

"Your obsession isn't healthy," Mattheo spoke from next to him, dumping the potion ingredients on the table.

"It's not an obsession."

"What is it, then?" his friend scoffed, "Love?"

Theo furrowed his eyebrows.

"Yeah, that's what I thought."

Mattheo watched as Theo rose to his feet and began haphazardly chopping ingredients, the tiny knife taking the brunt of his anger.

"If it's affecting you so bad, just fuck her again."

"She's mudblood."

"It's not like you're impregnating her," Mattheo reasoned.

Theo sighed deeply, "It's not that simple. I've had it trained into me since birth that we don't associate with mudbloods."

"Well," Mattheo shifted on his feet, "Parents aren't always right."

"Since when did you sympathise with them?"

"I don't- I just," Mattheo muttered something inaudible to himself, and then said, "I don't want people to think I'm my father."

Theo said nothing.

"I'm just saying, mate, your mother's dead and your father's in prison for life— who gives a fuck what they think?"

"It's the principle."

"What even is the principle?"

"What would Draco think? Lorenzo? All of our friends?"

"Draco's not the man he was before the war," Mattheo said quietly. He knew better than anyone, being Draco's cousin, he had grown up with him due to his parents' absence. "I'm just saying. Maybe we should leave some beliefs in the past."

"You've gotten soft," Theo grumbled, "Just last week you were shitting on me for fucking her."

Mattheo shrugged, "Force of habit, I guess. I've just been doing a lot of thinking lately."

"That's rare."

"Shut up."

***

Truth was, despite all of Theo's dick behaviour and discrimination of your kind, you still found yourself waking up in a sweat thinking about his hands roaming your body. That goddamned Slytherin was the bane of your existence and the reason for your catharsis. He had diseased you, plagued you. He was a parasite that you couldn't get rid of, that was eating away at your sanity. What happened to your self respect? To your pride? You got fucked into heaven, that's what. And now your sexual urges were spreading like fire all throughout your bloodstream.

Wanking didn't feel the same anymore— your fingers didn't hold the electricity and passion that Theo's did. You craved him like a drug: and that's exactly what he was. He was something you shouldn't do, something that was bad for your health, but something that could have you seeing stars. Why did he have to be a blood supremacist?

But would it feel this intense if he wasn't? Maybe you two being forbidden, being star-crossed, was the reason that it made you feel so alive. You loved the fact he stared at you, even if it was with fury so powerful it made his whole body shake. It made you feel as if you had gotten to him the way he had gotten to you.

Just one taste of heaven had left you wanting to experience it a thousand times over.

"Get your shit together, Y/N," you cursed to yourself, forcing yourself out of bed.

"What was that?" one of your dorm mates asked.

"Nothing," you replied, "Just going crazy."

"Aren't we all?" she agreed.

***

"Party in the Slytherin dungeons tonight," Pansy stated to you one hellish week later.

You blinked at her, "And I'm invited?"

The girl nodded, evidently feeling awkward, "A lot of us are trying to- uh- make amends with mud- muggle-borns."

You raised an eyebrow at her near slip-up.

"Look- I'm- I'm sorry for how I treated you in the past," she said, actually appearing genuine, "It wasn't right."

"Um, thank you," you replied hesitantly.

"I know I don't speak for all the Slytherins, but a lot of us have done some thinking over the Summer," she continued, "We've lived in an echo chamber for too long."

That you agreed with.

"And, honestly, I think you're really cool- and I hope we can be friends."

You were taken aback by her words, never imagining that a pure-blood like Pansy Parkinson would be saying such words to you. But, maybe, forgiving her wouldn't be such a bad thing. "I... forgive you, I think," you said slowly, "I hope we can be friends too."

She gave you a small but warm smile, "Thank you. Will I see you there?"

You nodded cautiously, "Yeah, I think so."

"Great, uh, come say hi when you get there."

And with that, she disappeared, leaving you in a state of shock and confusion.

***

"Why are there so many mudbloods here?" Lorenzo asked irritatedly, sitting down on the sofa next to his friend group.

"Be civil, Enzo," Pansy gently scolded, "They're witches and wizards just like us."

"But they're not, though. Right, Matt?"

Mattheo shrugged slightly, "I'm with Pansy on this one, I think."

"See, Enzo? Even the Dark Lord's son agrees with me."

Mattheo grimaced at being reminded of who his father was.

"What about you, Theo?" Lorenzo asked.

But Theo wasn't listening, too busy glaring at you with his jaw clenched as you entered the common room, dressed up in an annoyingly similar way that you were back at the Summer party. Lorenzo followed his gaze, but he already knew where it would be leading to.

"Theo is not the person to ask," Blaise chuckled, appearing out of nowhere and sitting next to Theo, "I reckon he's about two interactions with L/N away from saying 'fuck it' and accepting his fate."

"What fate?" Theo snapped.

"The fate of falling in love with a muggle-born," Pansy said with a giggle.

"I'm not falling for her."

"Yeah, you just think and talk about her all the time," Draco, who had been quiet the whole time, spoke.

"Do you not have a problem with it?" Lorenzo asked Draco.

The blond boy shrugged, "I have a lot of regrets regarding muggle-borns. I don't want anymore."

Lorenzo groaned.

"Times are changing, Enzo," Pansy said gently, "I think you should change with them."

The man scowled and stormed off.

Meanwhile, you had finally spotted Pansy across the room, surrounded by the Slytherin boys— including Theo. You took a deep breath, deciding for the sake of a potential friendship you would have to bear it and fulfil her request of saying hi. You arrived at their group moments after you had seen Berkshire leave angrily.

"Uh, hi," you said to Pansy.

"Hi," her face lit up, "Have you got a drink? I'll get you one."

"Oh, thank you."

"It's no worries— make yourself comfortable," she then turned to the boys, "Play nice."

Mattheo raised his hands in mock surrender, but all Theo did was keep his eyes glued on to you.

Zabini shifted along the sofa, gesturing for you to sit in between him and Theo, which you cautiously accepted. The second you felt the warmth of Theo's thigh brush against yours, sparks jolted through your body, and you nearly jumped. You could have sworn you heard his breath hitch, too. This was the first time in two weeks that he wasn't looking at you, instead his eyes were trained ahead like he was retaining every ounce of self control within him.

"The sexual tension is suffocating," Mattheo remarked, standing up to go after Pansy.

His statement seemed to fuel the flame that you had desperately been trying to keep dim inside of you, and suddenly staying sat next to Theo seemed like an entirely impossible task. You were not nearly drunk enough for this. Thankfully, Pansy returned quickly with Mattheo lingering behind her, and she handed you a glass.

"Firewhiskey and coke," she said simply.

"Thanks," you accepted the glass, and downed the entire thing, "I'll get another one."

You left them all, hearing Pansy scold Theo for scaring you off, but you could still feel his eyes burning holes into your back. Just a couple more drinks and then you would join the dance floor, you decided.

And there you soon were, grinding up against a Hufflepuff boy with liquid courage flooding through your veins. You had just about managed to push Theodore Nott to the back of your mind, but you knew that it was only a temporary fix. This Hufflepuff boy was attractive, but he didn't set you alight.

"Someone's jealous," Blaise chuckled, watching as Theo glared daggers at the boy you were dancing with. Ever since you had joined the dance floor, he had been necking back drinks like his soul depended on it, and it just might. With every gulp, he was feeling more reckless and dangerous. "Accept it, mate, you're in deep."

Theo let out a sound that bordered on a growl.

"The only thing stopping you is yourself."

And as Blaise's words sank in, and the Hufflepuff boy appeared to be going in to kiss you, something snapped within Theo. In a flash, he was on his feet and taking large purposeful strides in your direction. Then, the Hufflepuff boy was torn from your side and being punched directly on the nose with such a force he toppled over. He didn't even get a chance to fight back as Theo continued to hit him, merciless in his moves.

You stood in shock watching the scene unfold before you. After what felt like forever, Mattheo and Lorenzo showed up, pulling Theo off the poor boy who had done nothing wrong.

"What the fuck was that for?" the boy yelled, blood pouring down his face.

Theo said nothing, glaring at him as he finally stopped fighting his friends' grip.

"You need to calm down, mate," Mattheo said sternly, digging his fingers into his friend's bicep.

"Theo." You said, unaware what your intentions were when the name slipped out of your mouth. Regardless, his eyes snapped to yours, appearing to soften slightly as he observed your fearful stance.

What was stopping him, really? Did the purity of his bloodline really matter to him that much?

"I think you two need to talk," Mattheo said firmly, "And I think one of you in particular- not naming any names- needs to get over his own bullshit excuses and give into what he wants."

Theo's bloodied hand wrapped around your wrist, tugging you in the direction of the Slytherin dormitories. You didn't fight him, strangely feeling your fear slip away despite what you had just witnessed Theo be capable of. When you were stood in his empty dormitory, face to face, you knew that you would have to be the first to say something.

"You were jealous," you said it as delicately as you could.

He said nothing, not even looking at you. This made you angry— enraged, even.

"Fucking look at me, Theo!" you screamed, "You haven't had any difficulty with it all week— staring at me like I'm the shit on your fucking shoe!"

His eyes locked on to yours.

"If you regret fucking me, just say it!"

"I don't regret it," he said, his volume low but tone dangerous, "Everything I've been raised to believe wants me to regret it but I can't."

You stood, stunned at his confession.

"I need you like I need water, you're an itch I can't scratch," he was stepping closer to you, making you step back, "You make me feel fucking ecstasy and misery all at once."

Your back hit the wall, and he grabbed your wrist again, bringing it to press against his crotch.

"Do you feel what you do to me?" he said darkly, "I've never been so hard in my life."

You gulped, "I'm not just gonna be another of your bitches, Theo, so forget it." Even though you wanted it so bad, and you were dripping from your core.

"That's the thing, L/N," he chuckled sinisterly, "I don't think I could ever get enough. I don't think anyone else will be able to satiate me ever again."

You jaw dropped.

"I think..." he continued, "...that you're a drug I got addicted to after only one hit."

You closed your mouth, looking up at him expectantly.

"And I don't think I ever want to be sober from you."

"But, I'm a muggle-born-"

He cut you off by slamming his lips on to yours with such furious passion your mind became hazy as you eagerly returned the kiss, lifting up your arms to wrap them around your neck. For a moment, he pulled away, just to whisper, "I can't believe I'm saying this, but I don't think I care. I think I just want you in every humanly possible way."

"Then have me," you murmured.

It became a blur as his lips crashed on to yours yet again, and he picked you up by your thighs with his blood stained hands, leaving imprints on your bare skin through your fishnets. He moved you over to his bed, kissing down your neck while he blindly reached for the hem of your top. He wasted no time in pulling it off, along with your bra, so he could continue kissing down your body.

You relished the sensation— savouring it— feeling like you were the only girl in the world. Theo was treating you with such roughness and yet such care, like he had tunnel vision for you and only you.

He pulled off his shirt, before moving down to pull down your skirt, fishnets, and panties all at once. You watched breathlessly as he dived into your leaking pussy and ate you out like a man starved. He groaned, murmuring, "I've missed this taste so fucking much," before continuing his ministrations, eliciting the filthiest moans from you that had ever been produced. This felt even better than the last time.

"You are my goddess," he licked up your pussy, "And my devil."

He began sucking on your clit, and your body felt as if it was lifting from the bed as your orgasm hit you like a shockwave, coursing through your body and sending you to places you had only brushed against before.

"Fuck, Theo," you moaned, "Please fuck me."

The man didn't need telling twice, unbuckling his belt and kicking off his trousers. He didn't waste any time going to his bedside table to grab a condom out of the drawer, tearing it open and pulling it on in record speed. You would have helped him, but your orgasm had you borderline paralysed.

And, then, he was lining up in front of you— for the first time in his life, all he wanted was to fuck missionary. He wanted to see your face (and your nipple piercings that had him drooling) and he wanted to see your expressions as you came undone below him. To him, this was the most intimate that you could get in sex, and he only wanted that with you.

He groaned louder than he had ever groaned when he let himself push inside you, knowing that no other pussy would ever feel as magical as yours. Knowing that he should never have even considered depriving himself of this for some stupid blood purity reasons.

"Fuck, baby, you feel fucking amazing," he breathed out. You reached your arms up, gesturing for him to come down closer to you.

Theo obeyed, kissing you as he began thrusting, while his bloodied hands explored every inch of you, leaving a trail as they went.

"I'd rub your clit, but I don't want to get blood there," he said through heavy pants. You couldn't help but let out a small giggle, moving your own hand down to aid yourself along.

Your moans increased tenfold, as did his pace, and it wasn't long before he was biting down on to your neck in order to contain the groans that were fighting their way out of him. Who would have thought that such plain love making could make him feel so on top of the world?

"Theo- I'm gonna come," you choked out, and the way his teeth sank deeper told you that he was going to as well. As you both reached heaven in unity, he gave up suppressing his moans, and gave you the most melodious earful that you had ever heard as his movements became sloppy and tingles spread through your veins.

Eventually, he collapsed on top of you, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, stroking his hair gently as you lay in a post-sex haze.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled, making your brain short circuit.

"You what?"

"I'm sorry for being a pretentious asshole."

A smile creeped on to your face, "So, is this just a sex thing, or...?"

"Fuck no," he snapped, "I need you all the time. You're mine."

"So, it's a girlfriend boyfriend thing?"

He froze, but then relaxed, and said into your neck, "Yeah, I guess it is."

"You guess?"

He sighed, "Well, you've ruined me for anyone else."

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written; 07/04/2024 —> 08/04/2024 published; 10/04/2024 edited; —/—/——

[papercorgiworld]

Thanks for thinking of me @amongemeraldclouds @obsessedwithceleste @musingsofahufflepuff @pizzaapeteer @thatdammchickennugget

AND I AM SO SORRY FOR BREAKING THE RULES! 🫣 BUT I REALLY CAN ONLY HAVE ONE CRUSH AT A TIME!

I am a simple simp… he’s on my mind 24/7… only this guy

But I’m still in denial… It’s just a guy… Right?!

I am very normal about him…

👀

And as for the np tags: @leviosatothestars @allurearia @aussiehufflepuff @mrsslytherin00

lil tag game | show me your top 4 current fictional crushes

curious to see who everyone picks as their top💕🥹

(also, it was super fun to put them in a collage like this and make my feralism skyrocket so you should too🤧)

moderate pressure tags: @musingsofahufflepuff @pizzaapeteer @slytherinslut0 @jayybugg @suugarbabe

[papercorgiworld]

Don't be so underestimating

Mattheo x f reader. Based off this kind-of request, a little subby mattheo. a/n: also ty to @mattyriddlesbitch for helping first discuss the idea with me.

Warnings: nsfw 18+, male receiving oral, cursing, praise, ravenclaw house mentioned.

Mattheo was happy to play along with your little suggestion, finding it admirable that you even had the courage to propose such a bold idea. There was a clear understanding of who was more dominant between you, and so he found no harm indulging in your notion. Finding hilarity in your sweet determination in convincing yourself that you could tie him down, and he’d just sit back and let you take control. 

He had only raised a brow when you straddled him, pushing him back with a gentle shove, his body falling back against the headboards. An amused smirk rested on his face as he watched your intense level of focus at slipping the soft fabric gently around his wrists. “You know sweetheart, I don’t know if these will really be able to hold me,” his voice is edged with a teasing tone as he complies with your actions.

His eyes meet yours, loving the playful raise of your brows you give him while you continue bounding his wrist, the knot feeling hardly durable but he mentions nothing, just a small chuckle amused by your clear delusion at this actually working. When you're done, you move, running your hand under the underside of his chin, cupping it, you lift his jaw, pausing for a moment as you drown in the swirls of his brown orbs. 

“Not underestimating me, are you now, baby?” your brow stays arched, as you gently caress the side of his cheek. It was hard to contain your excitement at what was about to happen, already feeling your body grow hot in anticipation of the unveiling. A project that had taken a few weeks to put together, but one that would be worth the work of knowing your boyfriend would be vulnerable and at your mercy. 

He watches you with dark, curious eyes, his tongue flicking over his lips as you nestle back in between his legs. It’s just a matter of time before he interrupts, having no intention of letting you actually go through with whatever you're planning. A sarcastic smile appears, his eyes gleaming with hubris, not buying into your endeavor. “Of course not, sweetheart.” 

At the feeling of your hands palming his member, he releases a breathy moan, his muscles tensing slightly. You glide your hand, rubbing along his length, feeling him harden more under your touch. Biting your lip, you struggle to hold back the devilish smile reaching to pull his boxers down, your eyes unable to look away. 

Leaning your head down brushing your lips against the tip of his cock, slowly giving him gentle kitten licks. Another shaky moan is breathed out, his eyes gazing downwards, watching you taking your time to tease him. Your tongue swipes around his tip, swirling around the head as you lap at the leaking precum. 

He watches, allowing you to have your moment of dominance, though that doesn’t last long as his hands are itching to grip your hair, his urge for control growing stronger. Feeling done with your teasing already and not wanting to endure this ‘submission’ any longer, he moves his hands to slip out of the restraints. 

“What the -” his head flicks up to the pink coil as it tightens around his hand, binding him more firmly. His playful attitude drops instantly, feeling frustrated as he struggles to get out of the harsh grasp. His head snaps back to you, his eyes narrowing, lowering down onto your sadistic smirk, his jaw clenching at the situation he’s now trapped himself in. 

With your head raised peering up at him, you chuckle, watching him struggle, your own eyes gleaming with satisfaction at having beguiled him to your will. “Aw, looks like you got a little problem there, baby." You mock teasingly, your lips still continuing to lap at the head of his cock, prepping kisses and small sucks. 

His eyes flicker with a sense of irritation, inhaling sharply as you continue your torturous teasing, growling lowly, “sweetheart, whatever you're planning, it's not a good fucking idea.” 

You ignore his warning, not taking your eyes off his heated glare, eyes penetrating into you so hard it sends ripples of heat down to your core. You lick a stripe up the length of his cock, relishing in the small grunts he’s trying hard to contain. You can’t believe you could even get him into this situation, your ego growing with every shaky breath he heaves. 

Lapping at him for a bit more, you decide to stop the teasing slightly, sliding him into your mouth, only partly enjoying being in control. His hips lift instinctively, thrusting a little, attempting to push his cock further in your mouth, the urge to grab your hair and hold you becoming stronger the more you taunt. His eyes never drop his glare on you, though the small moans that tumble out of his mouth make it clear how much he’s enjoying this. 

“Come on, don’t be a brat, baby. You're really pushing the line now.” His voice was husky and low, on the verge of cracking as he attempted to maintain his dominant tone. Your soft lips continue their slow, tortuous pace, inching further down his length. Sliding your hands up his toned thighs, rubbing your fingers down the inner skin, grazing them slowly against his balls. 

A deep groan vibrates through his chest, his hands twitching in their tight grasp, feeling the ribbon squeeze his hands more, not enough to cut off any circulation. Still fuming at himself for letting himself even end up in this situation, unsure how this had even happened. 

“Fuck, what did you do to these binds?” he chokes out, his hips lifting more, trying to gain any sort of friction from your plush lips. Oh, he fucking craved you in unimaginable ways, wanting to snap those binds, and stuff his cock deep down your sweet mouth, wiping that smug grin off your face. 

You laugh at his attempt to take back control, sliding your lips down, taking him fully in your mouth. Still at a slow, merciless pace, you take him till he hits the back of your throat before sliding back up. You repeat the action, pausing at the bottom to let him rest in the warm embrace of your mouth. 

Mattheo was fucking restless at your taunting attitude, wanting, needing you now. “Fuck baby, don’t do this to me. Just be a good girl for me and take me a little faster,” he pleaded, desperately trying to persuade you. The rope burned as it pierced at his skin the more he tugged on them. His breath hitches more, as he bites down on his lower lip, suppressing a whimper not wanting to fully submit and give into your control. 

You smiled smugly, replacing your lips with your hand listening to the sharp exhale that leaves him, his brows scrunching together, frowning at you. You move to grip his base, pumping him antagonizing slowly, his hips jut, thrusting up into your hand, a low groan tumbling from his lips. You tilt your head, peering up at him with your lust blown eyes. “Your squirming won’t do anything baby, there’s only one solution for your little, or should I say, big, problem.” 

You giggle at his earlier question, your hot breath hitting his sensitive skin as you lean forward, before answering his question you marvel at his hard cock, the tip red covered with your saliva, twitches as he groans frustratedly. “I had a little fun experimenting with devil snare. You pay attention in herbology, don’t you, Matty?” 

His brows shoot up, eyes widening momentarily as he listens to your herbology enthused project, a bit surprised by how you had pulled this off. He was impressed, to say the least, but also itching for more finding the way you had deceived him so incredibly hot. 

He loved whenever you outwitted him, though often his pride didn’t let him admit that. But caught tangled up in the tightness of the binds, a small whimper escapes him unwillingly, wanting to praise you for your impressive effort, “God, pretty girl, I fucking love your mind. Please, I need you.” 

You release a satisfied moan as you retake his now painfully hard cock back in your mouth, enticing his own deep groan, no longer teasing him. Your pace increased, spurred on by his praise and plead. “Oh, that’s it baby, fuck yeah…taking my cock so well. Such a smart girl, love my fuckin smart raven.” 

You whine at his words, your head bopping more, cheeks hollowing out as your nose repeatedly presses against his pelvis. Mattheo is unable to stop the fall of whimpers leaving his lips, feeling you deep throat him, his hips twitch, hands gripping the binds. Watching you take the lead, teasing and edging him on, had turned him on more than he thought possible. 

As his climax rises, his hands move again and he whispers as the restrains tighten once more, his cock fucking hard and achy for some release. His head is thrown back, brows scrunched as he struggles to focus his eyes on your movements. “Baby, fuck…gods I’m going to fill your pretty mouth.”

He loved watching the way his cock disappeared behind the plump fullness of your lips, the sweet warm embrace of your mouth, tongue lapping and swirling around him. It was too much. It was driving him mad, his muscles convulses as he bucks his hips spilling a gag from you. 

It’s not long before he’s coming with a loud groan, his hips lifting, shaking as he releases, spurting his seed down the back of your throat. His eyes rolling back, head leaning back against the headboard. Your mouth stays wrapped around him, your eyes burning with tears as you swallow his load. Your tongue swirls, licking him clean before you release him with a pop.

Your eyes gleam up at him, taking in the masterpiece of a mess you had made before you. Beads of sweat glisten on his forehead, the few front curls sticking to it. His face is flushed a pretty scarlet, not a colour you often saw adorn on those sweet cheeks. You can’t help but admire how pretty he looks, laying there hung so helpless, the sounds of his whimpers still ringing in your ear, etched in your brain forever.  

You grabbed your wand and cast the spell, “Lumos Sumon," watching the binds unravel and roll back up into a small, neat ball. He rubbed his wrists a little glad at the feeling of his release, his chest still heaving as he wiped the sweat from his forehead. You move nestling further between his legs, your voice now laced with concern, “Didn’t hurt you, did I, baby?” 

He shakes his head instantly, his hands reaching out to grab your chin, bringing it in for a sweet kiss. “Of course not, you never could,” he grins, placing another kiss under your jawline, relishing in your soft moan. “But you, on the other hand, you're in for some fucking punishment, raven."

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Hiii!! Don’t know if you take requests. What about Sirius x reader doing it on a piano . Can’t get the image out of my head. Only if you are okay with writing it.

In theory I still don't take new request because I still have to finish some other ones, but since I'm short on time and inspiration I decided to go with whatever works and it was this very random but lovely request. Big thanks for sending in, sending you lots of love and I hope that you like this!

“No, I did not ruin the piano.”

A Sirius Black imagine

Sirius and you have been frustrated with each other for a while, leading to a surprising situation where you both deal with those frustrations.

Warning: smutty

“You’re such an ass.” You snare at Sirius as he drags you away from the horrible dinner party with all the filthy rich families. He again had managed to ruin everything. You understood why he was acting the way he was. His family and their pureblood mania upset you as well, but you still managed to be diplomatic about it, contrary to Sirius. “Can’t you just behave for once.” You continue and Sirius rolls his eyes annoyed that you’re lecturing him again. You’re both startled when you hear someone snicker in the back of the apparently not so empty room after all. 

“You two argue like a married couple that’s not having enough sex.” Your eyes meet Regulus’ smug ones as he passes you both, gently patting his brother on the shoulder before leaving the room. “Maybe deal with those frustrations rather than bothering everyone else with it.” Regulus smirks as he closes the door behind him. 

Your eyes stay focused on the door through which Regulus had just left. “He's such a stuck up little shit.” Sirius growls and your eyes snap to Sirius. “No. He’s right and you just hate it when other people are right and you’re wrong.” Your tone has Sirius’ blood boiling but he only quirks a brow at you. You purse your lips and lift your chin, before explaining. “It isn’t just your family. Something else is causing you to be this frustrated and you should work it out and not bother others with it.” You cross your arm and stare Sirius down.

Sirius remains calm on the outside while actually raging on the inside. You were not blaming him for everything again, when you were the one driving him insane. “I’m sorry.” His voice is sassy and twisted as he takes a step closer to you. “I’m the frustrated one.” And another step closer, so now he’s towering over you. You take a step back to give yourself some space to come up with a witty comeback but you startle yourself when your behind touches a piano key, sending a single tone through the room.

You look back at the black elegant piano behind you, almost angry that it stood there. When you bring your eyes back to Sirius his smirk makes you roll your eyes. “You’re vibrating with annoyance and frustration. So don’t tell me I’m the problem.” The man in front of you argues and your tongue moves over your lips as you try not to lose your cool. “You. Are. Unbelie-”

Sirius wasn’t thinking. He was sure of it, because no logical thought would have let him do this. In less than a second his hands were on your hips and his lips were hungrily moving over yours. He didn’t want you to start another empty argument, because lately that was all the two of you did and there was never a good ending, never a release. He craved that. All of those frustrations out. Almost feverish both of you move closer to one another, clawing at each other's flesh and clothes, wanting more out of every touch. “What are you doing?” You manage to say in between heavy breaths and animalistic kisses as you move a hand through his hair. “Do you want me to stop?” Sirius’ low voice against your neck in between kisses has you question your sanity. You didn’t want him to stop. Quite the opposite, you wanted more, much more and asap. Your lack of response makes Sirius chuckle in between sloppy kisses. “Then shut up.” He says with a hushed voice, pushing into you and making your ass hit another piano key. 

Sirius pulls you against him and away from the piano. He doesn’t need his family barging in here to demand he play the piano, while all he wanted to do was play with you. Holding you pressed against his chest Sirius leans to close the fallboard, only to place you on it. Seated with Sirius between your legs there is nothing for you to do except for letting the man ravish you. He pushes up your long dress so his hardening bulge is pressed against your soaking panties. His hand grip and almost tear the fabric of your dress covering your chest, exposing your breasts to his sucking and nipping. Soft sounds coming from your lips only encourage him to continue, not holding back any of the lust he’s feeling.

You let yourself rest on the piano, while lazily pulling his shirt in an attempt to get him to take it off. All Sirius had done for the past few weeks was get on your nerves, it was only just that he would be the one to calm your nerves by presenting you with a good view and some release. Finally getting your hints Sirius pulls his shirt over his head with an urgency to have his mouth back on your flesh. Your hand moves over his muscular chest and abdomen. Merlin, his looks make up for a lot of the dumb stuff he says and does. 

His fingers push your panties to the side and enter, working your clit like he’s on a clock, but to him it was the view he was working so hard for. Your face filling with pleasure, your back arching against the piano and your lips slightly parted, just enough to have your moans vibrate perfectly. Gods, I need more of this woman. 

***

You made your way back to the party first, immediately mingling in some pointless chitchat, like you never left the room. Sirius arrived a little later, hoping to not raise any suspicion about your absence. His fingers combing through his hair, hoping it looked as it did before you had moved your fingers through it and tugged at it while he had rushed you to an orgasm, crying his name as he eagerly slammed his hips into yours, eyes never leaving your beautiful and blushed face. 

“Can I still play that piano or did the two of you ruin it?” Regulus whispers only loud enough for Sirius to hear his concern about the piano. Sirius stares his brother down as he offers him a glass of champagne with an amused grin gracing his lips. “No, I did not ruin the piano.” Sirius answers dryly, looking around the room and resting on your figure. “So, you just ruined her.” Regulus states, before taking a sip from his glass, while meeting his brother's annoyed, but confused eyes. “I don’t know why I did that? Why she let me do that?” Sirius obliviousness makes his younger brother chuckle. “Yes, why? So bizarre...” Regulus mocks before leaving his brother to stand alone and wonder about what was really going on between you two. It was only when you looked at him from across the room that he knew.

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Whipped for their tutor II: A Reward

Mattheo, Theo and Enzo

Tutoring the Slytherin boys isn’t easy, so you use the fact that they’re absolutely whipped as a way to motivate them. 

Find part one here, but you don’t have to read it. There’s not that much plot.

Warning: suggestive and a little bit of smut

This took longer than necessary just because it took me a week to come up with something for Enzo. Also, little announcement, I'm gonna mix requests instead of work chronological because I'm struggling with inspiration and I wanna write things I can instead of stay stuck on the things I can't, because I'm short on time atm, but I should get to all of them eventually. Happy readings! Have a lovely weekend!

“Mate, quidditch practice, remember?” Blaise’s face appears by the door as he looks at his friend.

Mattheo

He looks up from his book and nods at Blaise. “Right, I gotta go.” Mattheo says, turning to face you as he slams his book shut. 

“Your work isn’t finished yet.” You state and meet his eyes, a small smile tugging on your lips as you play to win this situation. Mattheo looks at Blaise and back to you, he smiles at your silly comment, quidditch was way more important than studying. “I can’t miss quidditch training.” Mattheo argues.

You pout and your teasing eyes lock with his. Blaise notices Mattheo’s face going red, but what Blaise doesn’t know is that it’s because your hand is resting on Mattheo’s crotch. Softly your hand moves and you feel his member twitch. Such a sensitive boy. “On second thought,” Mattheo’s voice comes out almost squeaky and he forces a cough to regain compose “I’m not allowed to play the game if I don’t pass tomorrow’s test so I better study.” 

Blaise knows better than to ask questions and simply nods before leaving. “Such a good student.” The words drip off your lips as Mattheo’s eyes land on your lips. “If you put in a few more hours of studying then you’ll nail tomorrow’s test. And Matty, if you get an A I’ll give you a little reward.” Your words are a seductive whisper and you know you’re doing it right when you feel Mattheo get harder. Your hand moves over the bulge in his pants and like the good student Mattheo is, his eyes fall from you to the pages of his summary. 

You notice his blush and his hard swallow. He was trying his best to focus, but struggling with hardness in his pants and your hand. Seeing him like this, you couldn’t deny it, it turned you on a little as well. He was so fun to play with. “Maybe it’s best I let you study alone for today.” You whisper close to his ear and his puppy eyes meet yours. He doesn’t want you to leave. “I feel you’re … a little distracted.” You say lips almost brush his ear as your hand strokes him member one last time before moving away. “Good luck.” You say and you kiss his cheek, staining his face with your lipstick. Maybe she didn’t notice… Mattheo stares down at his crotch. Who am I kidding! Why am I so sensitive to her? Salazar, she drives me crazy!

***

Mattheo was really excited when the professor returned his test a few days later. When he spotted you talking to your friend in the hallway that same day he wanted to offer you his test but worried he would look like a fool he decided against it, cursing himself for being so needy for you. He needed your praise, he thought about it almost every night, but his ego kept him from begging for it.

So he eagerly waited for the next tutoring session and his eagerness was obvious to you since he was early. You walk into the classroom and are surprised to find Mattheo seated with his books out on the table. When he sees you walk in he gets up and smiles at you and you can’t help but smile at how whipped he is. “I got an A.” He blurs out before you even get the chance to sit down. You lick your lips and Mattheo feels his face heat up. Salazar, I sound desperate. I can’t even think with her around. You take a step closer to him and you lean suggestively close. Mattheo tries to meet your lips but you teasingly avoid the kiss. You chuckle softly, making him flustered, moving to whisper in his ear. “What did you think your reward would be?” 

Mattheo swallows and his eyes lock with yours. “You.” He breathes, not hiding his desire for you. While waiting for you in this classroom filled with sexual tension Mattheo’s mind and body had gone wild with anticipation for what his reward could be. Every possible fantasy of the past weeks had shot through his mind as he had waited for you, for his reward.  “You think that you can have me because you had one good test?” You raise an eyebrow. “An A+.” He specifies and he immediately feels embarrassed by how pathetic he must sound, trying to impress you with his grades. However, he manages to snap out of his embarrassment and regains some of his composure. With a slight teasing tone to his voice he speaks up. “You said I would get a reward.” He does his best to sound confident and you’re almost impressed by how good he sells it. 

Your hand moves over his chest and lower, pressing your chest against his. “Well, as a reward you don’t have to pretend like you’re not rock hard, you can take care of yourself.” He’s baffled. His mouth opens to say something but nothing comes out. “Sit.” You command and he does so without thinking. You sit down as well and slowly unbuckle his belt, knowing that you’ll find his cock hard once again. “Now, there, treat yourself.” You say almost mocking him. His eyes stay focused on yours as his hand slowly and hesitantly moves towards his member. Your eyes meet his and you feel yourself drawn to his pretty eyes. You lean in and Mattheo’s eyes fall to your lips as his hand slowly strokes his dick. He was so turned on by you, but he barely dared to make a move, afraid that you would reject him if he didn’t play it right. 

Almost brushing his lips you halt and let your eyes fall down to his hand jerking his rather large size. You let your hand rest on his thigh, making him bite his lip. “You’re quite impressive.” You whisper and Mattheo grips his cock a little hard. You loved how needy he was for your praise, for you, but he hated how much control you had over him.

Theodore

You sit opposite of Theo and don’t see Blaise, but still roll your eyes. How dare he interrupt your tutoring session. Obviously your tutoring was more important than quidditch. Theo gathers his papers and you tilt your head, when he looks up at Blaise to say something you quickly move your leg. Theodore’s eyes widen as your elegant heels move between his thighs. Your tongue slowly wets your lips as the slytherin’s eyes meet yours. You notice how his chest heaves and you have to keep yourself from smirking, but you play it professional and look at him through your lashes. Blaise coughs as he waits for a response from his friend. “I can’t.” Theodore finally answers, but there’s a hint of reluctance in his voice. He hated giving into you, but he just could not help himself. He needed to stay and see if he had a chance with you. 

Blaise nods and disappears, making you smile proudly at Theodore. You don’t say anything and remove your high heels from between Theo’s legs, making him relax a bit. When he doesn’t return his attention to his pages but rather continues to stare at you, you get up from your seat and walk over to him. Your hands rest on his shoulder, massaging them gently before letting your hands slip down under his loosened shirt to his chest. “You really need to pass that transfiguration test so you better focus.” Your taunting whisper makes Theo lick his lip as his mind wanders to all the things he would rather do than focus.

When you still don’t get the right response you lean down so your lips brush his ear. “Be a good student. I like good students. If you work through all chapters by tonight you might earn yourself a reward.” You let a hand rest just above his belt as your other hand grabs his chin, making him face you. “Can you do that for me?” You're toying with him and he knows it, but he wants to be your toy so badly. The last bit of protest within Theo disappears and he nods. You let go of his pretty face and he returns to his summary. 

“If you’ve finished your summary, come find me so I can check it for you.” You say and quickly grab your stuff. “You’re leaving?” Theodore blurs and he gets flustered by how desperate he sounded. You chuckle. “Yes, I do things outside of tutoring, but you can come and find me in my dorm when your summary is done.” You turn on your heels and he watches your beautiful figure disappear, but as soon as you’re out of sight he starts working on his summary, eager to have it finished and see you again.

***

A knock on the door has you turn your head. Before you can say anything the door slowly opens to reveal Theodore and you smile when he shows you a small bundle of papers. “My summary.” He states still not entering your room, but rather leaning against the doorframe waiting for permission to enter. Theodore knew better than to go into a girl’s room without her invitation. He learned that from Pansy, the hard way. You're amused by his good behaviour and get up from your seat to take his summary. You flip through the pages and Theo watches you with anticipation. Your hair fell perfectly, your eyes were engaged with his sloppy handwriting and ever so gently you bit your plush bottom lip. He was about to adore the rest of your body, but you speak up and meet his eyes. “This is actually really thorough. I’m impressed.” A smug smile forms on Theodore lips, but as smug as he tries to act he’s blushing as well, touched by your compliment on his work. 

“If you put your mind to it, Theodore, you can get much better grades.” You continue and Theo chuckles. “I’m just rarely motivated, but you changed that.” You're surprised by his confidence, but you can’t deny that you like it. “Someone’s after his reward.” You quip and Theodore feels himself heat up. It was obvious there was no need to deny it, he wanted you and you both knew it. “You promised.” Theo says as he leans his head back a little in an attempt to look nonchalant about the whole situation.

You lay the papers down on your desk and side eye him before nodding as a silent invitation to enter, which he quickly does. He closes the door by pressing his back against his, eyes never leaving your body. His hungry eyes make you chuckle. “Just out of curiosity, what do you think you’re going to get for doing something as basic as writing a summary?” You elegantly walk over to him and seductively trace a finger over his chest. “I want a chance to dig my face between your legs.” Theo’s determined voice in combination with that phrase has your eyes widen. There’s a moment of silent tension as you stare deep into his eyes. “Don’t disappoint.” You tell him as you move your hand to his shoulder to guide him down to his knees.

Enzo

Your eyes slowly move from Blaise to Enzo who smiles bright at his friend, but shakes his head no. “Can’t, mate, I really gotta finish this or I won’t play at all.” Your eyes get all shiny when the slytherin’s eyes fall back to the books in front of him. When Blaise is far enough not to hear anything going on you scoot a little closer to Enzo. “I must say, I’m impressed at how dedicated you are to our tutoring sessions.” Enzo looks up to see your sweet smile focussed on him and he has to keep himself from drooling as his mouth parts a little. You purse your lips to keep yourself from laughing at how lost he is, staring at you. Eventually a soft laugh does escape your lips. “You know, if you keep studying like this you might get a reward.” Now Enzo’s jaw drops a little more and you can’t resist putting a finger under his chin to close his mouth. 

You hadn’t said anything about what this reward would be, but he sure as hell wasn’t thinking about cookies, then again neither were you. “If you work hard like the good boy you are, I’ll treat you to something sweet.” Lorenzo was unsure if it was your honey voice or the way you softly bit your lip, but his pants suddenly felt a little tighter and his heart was racing at an unhealthy pace. 

***

For weeks Enzo Berkshire had been the perfect student. Always on time for his tutoring lessons, working from start to finish, engaged with his work and his grades showed it. Yet the praise from the teachers or even the girls in his class, it all left him cold because he was only after one thing and that was the sweet reward you had promised him. Striptease, lapdance, blowjob, sex… just a piece of lingerie would be fine. Next lesson, probably… However, you had kept him waiting. Since there was never an exact agreement on when he would receive his reward, Enzo was left to guess and hope every week that this would be it. You on the other hand benefited from waiting for two reasons: Lorenzo was incredibly motivated and Lorenzo was insanely cute when he tried hinting at his reward, not really daring to ask for it.

You were surprised by how long he had played along, but he really couldn’t keep it to himself any longer. He was exploding of desire for you and the thought of getting anything from you as reward drove him mad. So he had to ask. Though the question didn’t come as a surprise, the timing was. 

You were explaining the importance of distance when using certain conjurations, when Enzo suddenly spook up. “I work hard. I’m a good student. I deserve my reward. I deserve you.” Your eyes move from the page you were pointing at to see a blushing Enzo stare at you. You sit a little straighter and Enzo swallows, terrified that his impatience had caused him to screw up with the prettiest witch to ever walk the earth. “What do you mean with that last bit, ‘I deserve you’?” A nervous chuckle leaves Lorenzo’s lips and he even starts fidgeting with his fingers, making you raise an eyebrow. He went from demanding daddy to whipped mamma’s boy real fast. “What I meant to say was… uhm… I deserve whatever you give me. I just forgot a few words there.” You smile at his nonsensical answer and react with a serious tone. “Exactly.” 

With a flick of your wrist the door slams shut and Enzo’s eyes stick to the classroom door as he realises he’s now completely alone in a room with you. While his face heats up, his blood rushes down. “You were cute trying to be all demanding.” You say as you move from your seat, Enzo watching you carefully. “I didn’t mean to come off too strong. I was just really excited for this-.” The teasing smile tugging on your lips when he said the word ‘exciting’ has Enzo falling silent. With another flick of your wrist Enzo’s chair turns towards you and he stares at you like a deer caught in headlights. “No doubt you’re excited.” You whisper, referring to the bulge in his pants. He feels like he’s about to lose consciousness when you slowly go down on your knees in front of him. He doesn’t move and he almost forgets to breathe as your perfect hands unbuckle his belt. 

Him moving up to help you lower his pants was instinct, because you had turned his mind to mush, his eyes drowning in yours. As soon as you start jerking his dick his moans fill the room, making you wonder what sounds he’ll make once you have him in your mouth.

Whimpers, is what filled the room when your tongue teased his tip, and cries when you finally move to take his member deep. You had him begging in a matter of seconds and you loved the control as much as you were starting to love Enzo. 

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ꨄ Mattheo regularly looks at rings whenever he is shopping. He, of course, knows your ring size and so he likes to get you little promise rings especially if you tell him you like fidgeting with rings. He also looks at them for when he eventually gets down on one knee and proposes to you. Honestly, by his seventh year he already has a ring stashed away somewhere. He has no problem proposing to you so early because he knows you are the one. He already told Draco, Theo, and Narcissa he's gonna marry you so there's no backing out of it now since he is a man of his word. He likes to stare at the ring sometimes and imagine you in your wedding dress walking down the aisle towards him.

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429 words of PERFECTION!

This was so CUTE and also kinda HOT!

Crush - L. B. x male!Reader

A/N: this is just a cute little thing I wrote on a whim and decided to share. No use of Y/N. Comments, likes, and reblogs are always appreciated 💛

CW: just fluff and Mattheo being his usual self

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“Hey, Enzo,” you smile at him as you walk by. “You look cute today.”

Enzo blushes. He’s had a crush on you for ages, but you’ve never noticed. Always too busy with quidditch or studying or planning parties with the Gryffindors.

He’d worn the sweater hoping you would notice. It’s a soft brown, cozy and warm. He’d bought it from a muggle shop the last time Mattheo had snuck them out.

Theodore nudges Enzo gently. “Come on, mate. Stop pining over your boytoy and let’s get to class.”

“I’m not pining over him!” Enzo protests, following his friend. “I’m just… looking.”

“Yeah,” Mattheo chuckles, coming up behind Enzo and slinging an arm around his shoulders. “Looking at his—“

Enzo pushes Mattheo’s arm off with an embarrassed, “Shut up!”

Mattheo and Theodore snicker, exchanging a look.

“Just admit it,” Mattheo drawls, smirking. “You’re in love with him.”

“I am not!” Enzo protests.

“Who is Enzo in love with?” It’s you, leaning against the doorway to the classroom. Enzo flushes immediately.

“No one!” He says, while Mattheo says, “You’ll have to stick around and find out.”

You blink, then look amused. “Well, I sure hope it isn’t you, Riddle. You’re too ugly for someone as cute as Enzo.”

Enzo blushes while Mattheo sputters. “Excuse me?! I am perfectly handsome!”

Theodore laughs and nudges Mattheo into the classroom while Enzo tries to recover from your compliment. You’ve called him cute twice today now.

As Enzo heads into the classroom, you stop him with a hand on his arm. “Are you really in love with someone, Enzo?”

His cheeks flush all over again as he looks at you. “I— Sort of…”

A tiny smile plays across your lips. You lean in, voice getting softer. “And do I happen to know the lucky guy?”

Enzo stutters, unsure what to answer. The truth seems unthinkable, but to lie when you’re looking at him like that?

You seem to take his stuttering as an answer as you grin. You lean in just a bit more, voice quiet enough that only he can hear. “Guess I’m a lucky guy, then, huh?”

Enzo’s stomach erupts with butterflies, his face burning hot. You wink at him and pat his shoulder, giving him a cheeky smile. “See you after class, Enzo.”

Enzo dazedly follows you in, heart practically singing with excitement. You know. You know and you like it. That’s as close to you liking him as he could ever dream of.

Mattheo chuckles as Enzo sits down, but he doesn’t care. He’s already daydreaming about your first date together.

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