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RECONCILIACION - TOM RIDDLE x Fem!reader

MATURE, Warnings: Porn with plot, Haven’t seen each other in over a decade, 18+, NSFW, Fingering, lots of description, Penis in vag penetration, Unprotected sex, Breeding

SUMMERY: its been years since you last saw Tom, and now you have lots to talk about, although he doesn’t quite feel the need to talk

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PROFESSOR TOM!!!!

Looking like my sexy husband Tom Hughes

Nom nom nom

Reader and Tom are like 32 (mwahahaha, I like my men old)

WORDCOUNT: 3195 (fucking crazy)

"Matilda!" You shouted out to the young child as she darted up the stairs, her older brother dragging her along with him, his hand gripping on her arm as they marched further and further away from you.

"Hurry up, mum!" Finley shouted back to you, not thinking to turn his head around as he continued his trek up the many steps in front of him.

You shook your head with a smile, holding your dress up with one hand while the other was out to help you balance. You were taking your kids to their first day of school.

Your husband worked overseas most of the time, alongside the MACUSA, you'd been married for the last sixteen years now, it was a good marriage, only due to the fact that he was never around for their to be any troubles. He of course comes back for your children's big achievements, and by that I mean birthdays and Christmas, he hadn't the time to be able to come back for all the mundane things, that's what made it so perfect.

There were no room for trials and tribulations.

"Finley darling, will you come here please," you scoffed at the young boy as he let go of his younger sisters arm, Finley was now fourteen, Matilda was twelve, it was her first day at Hogwarts, but bless her sweet heart, she was so nervous about it all; which was why you made the decision to bring her yourself. "You have chocolate on your face"

Your son stopped awaiting for you to do something embarrassing as always, young boys always do.

You moved toward him, grabbing a handkerchief from your small bag and adding a dot of saliva to it before wiping the boys face. "Mum!" He grimaced, bringing his hand to his face and pulling himself away from you.

You smiled happily. "I told you not to eat all those chocolate frogs in one go."

He shrugged and walked ahead again, causing you to take your other child's hand and bring her towards the large wooden doors, through the courtyard.

You hadn't been here in years, not since the age of eighteen, but much differed from now and then, and a lot had changed.

You too looked around as you entered the doors from the outside, the sound of your shoes clicking on the floor as they hit the concrete. The sound was all so familiar as it danced around the corridor, the echo being deafening to one's ears.

"Ah, Mr. Starwall," a man looked down to your young boy, his hands deep in the pockets of his suit trousers. "Thought you'd decided not to make a show this year."

Finley stared up at the tall man, giving him a smile. "This is my sister, Matilda," he pointed to the girl who was cowering behind you, her hand tightly laced with yours. "She's a bit nervous."

The man looked away from your son and stirred his gaze to your daughter, leaning out to meet her eyes, his hand slipping from his pocket. "I am professor Riddle, your brothers head of year."

You eyebrows furrowed and eyes went wide as you heard that particular name, one you had never thought be to aware of for the rest of your life. It couldn't be, could it?

The teacher stood up straight now, looking to find you, your eyes found his face with much haste and you took a deep breath, blinking a few times as your thoughts were confirmed. "Mrs," he looked at you, taking in your expression before standing slightly back from you. "Starwall."

It pained him not to say your name, to not be able to call you by your actual name, the one that he remembers falling from his lips so effortlessly in the past. But he needed to be professional, and he needed to be a good influence for the children.

"I want to go see my friends," Finley jumped around, eager to run off into the great hall. "Mum, can I go see my friends, please?" He gave you a wide smile, excitement painting his face.

Tom looked down to the boy, before moving his head towards the door, looking to where Finley's friends were wavering him to come. "Son, why don't you take your sister into the hall to join in with the feast?"

The boy nodded happily, grabbing the younger girls hair and pulling her through the doors and into the hall, the poor girl scurrying after him, leaving you and Tom alone.

"Don't you dare call him that," you took another deep breath, looking up to Riddle who seemed to be contemplating his next move, his eyes still on the two children as they joined the Slytherin bench, a teacher immediately coming over to pull Matilda away to get sorted. "You have no right."

"Is that one mine too?" He turned back to face you, his eyes finding yours in no time.

You scoffed. "You have got to be kidding me."

"Well?" Tom tilted his head slightly to the side, standing in front of you, pulling your attention from your children and to him.

"No!" You let out a breath, trying your best not to let yourself boil over. "There's a two years difference."

Tom nodded. "So it's only Finley?" He raised his eyebrows to look at you, making sure that he had the story right, although it seemed like he was questioning the legitimacy of the situation.

"Finley is barely yours," you gritted your teeth, the fact that you couldn't get him to at all falter was driving you insane, he always drove you insane. "You never made an effort."

He let out a puff of air, a small smirk on his face. "And your husband does?" You went to open your mouth to speak, to silence him in some way, but he interrupted. "Your son says otherwise."

You lifted a finger to raise it at him, your blood boiling, your face beginning to turn red with anger. "My marriage is none of your business."

"It is when he is fathering my son." Tom grabbed your wrist, pulling it down, his fingers still gripping tight.

"He is not your son!"

Professor Riddle rolled his eyes as you repeated yourself, he looked back to the great hall, watching as Matilda got taken up to the stage, the sorting hat being placed on her head. "We are not going over this again." He pulled you towards a door and through another hallway, his hand still on your wrist so you couldn't try to pull yourself away.

You stumbled forward as he let go of your arm, pushing you into the room and following behind, slamming the door closed as you entered a large office, most likely not belonging to him. "Let me out."

He scoffed, leaning against the door and folding his arms. "Do not even try to leave," he pushed himself up from the door, making his way over to the large, wooden desk which was placed in the middle of the room. "We seem to have much to talk about."

"God, Riddle. I don't want to talk to you about this." You trudged after him, stomping on the ground as you made your way over to the desk as well.

He sat down on the desk, leaning against it slightly, his fingers squeezing into the edge of the table, his feet folded over one another. "You don't have a say in this," you stood beside him. "I have been doing nothing but going by my life under your command, don't you think I at least deserve an explanation?"

You looked at him speechless, he was right. He'd never once tried to contact you after you told him to leave you alone, after you told him that you had a family to take care of. Even when under circumstance, it was his too.

Tom tilted his head to the side. "The amount of letters I had to discard because you said you didn't want to hear from me," he stood back up again, moving closer to you as you eyed him. "The times when you refused to speak to me, to tell me how our boy was doing," he stopped for a moment, standing right in front of you now, lowering his head, his eyes bore into yours. "Did I deserve that? Was it some kind of sick revenge?"

You shook your head, your gaze not leaving his. "Riddle,"

"Tom," he stopped you, taking your hand into his, bringing it up to his face, his eyes never leaving your own as he placed a soft kiss on your wrist. "It's Tom."

Your breath hitched in your throat, for all those years that you were confound to him, you were never allowed to call him by his first name, it reminded him too much of his beginning, his childhood, the things that he was so desperate to forget. "Stop it."

He shook his head, lowering your hand slightly, his grip still on your wrist. "I fear I cannot," you blinked a few times, your breath quickening at his words, so simple, so small, he was always a sweet talker. "Don't make me."

You were an addiction for him as he was for you, the poison dripping from the vine, something neither of you should digest, but God the taste. The taste was ever so powerful.

And he missed that flavour.

He wasted no time to bring you into a harsh kiss, taking a deep breath as his lips latch onto yours, breathing you in as if the scent of your soul was enough to expand his life expectancy. Pulling you closer to him, he removed his hand from your wrist, one of his going to your cheek while the other travelled down to your waist, holding you tightly over the cotton fabric of your dress, feeling the silhouette of your body under the bones of his fingers. Deeply wishing for the desirable feeling of his skin on yours.

Your tongues were quick to deny all logical solution and understanding, exploring each others mouths as if it was the last thing you could do, perhaps you would find all the empty promises and unfulfilled truths that he told you, while he searched for the regrettable words that you once said to him. Did you still wish you never said them?

"Tom!" You gasped into the kiss as he turned you around, lifting you onto the desk he begins to run his hand up your thigh, pushing your skirt higher up your legs in desperation to feel something, he needed to know if it was the same, did age change you, or did your body still belong to him?

He kissed you harder now, his chest pressed to yours as he ignored all rational thinking, pushing you further and further in hopes to get what he needed, he knew you needed it too. "Don't make me stop." He repeated absentmindedly, struggling to conjure a single thought as he lost himself in the kiss, the taste of your mouth reviving feeling that he buried long ago.

You allowed yourself to be whisked away, a hand returning his intimate gesture as you placed it on his face, feeling the soft skin under your hand, the heat of his reddened cheeks rising the temperature of your touch. Your other hand found his bicep, gripping him through his suit jacket.

Tom would never allow his proud self to admit it, but he was falling victim to you, the same way that you used to be to him. He would submit to you if you asked him to, he would never refuse the opportunity of being completely under your mercy.

But right now, right now you were under his.

He let go of your waist, not breaking from the kiss as his hand moved past your thigh and to your core, his hand pushing past your underwear and entering two fingers into you without another thought.

You let out a yelp, accidentally biting his lip as you clenched around his fingers, earning a rewarding growl from him as he began to move his fingers inside of you.

"Oh," you pulled back from the kiss slightly, your lips attached by a thin string of saliva. "Oh, Tom."

Sex with your husband was fine when he was home, it would be a lie to claim that it was terrible. However it was never fulfilling, it was always about creating babies, it has always been about that. You decided to go on the potion after your second, Matilda was born, knowing that he wanted another, although you were not ready, you would never be ready, not for that anyway. He'd been wondering for the past decade about why you couldn't get pregnant anymore, you told him to take it as a sign from the universe that two was enough for your family, he had different ideology, he stated that your biological clock was on its last legs and that it was about to stop ticking.

Now you were an alive corpse to him, rather than a wife.

"Tom." You whined against his lips as he brought you into another kiss, his fingers deep inside you as he tried to find those lost moans and whimpers that he knew you could give him. Your sounds were music to his ears.

He pulled away from you, removing his fingers and placing his hand on your thigh for a moment, the wetness from his fingers painting your skin with your juices.

Finally letting go of your thigh, he stood up straight, his head pointed down to look at his feet as his hand hastily fumbled to remove his belt buckle, needing the sweet relief that he knew you could give him, even after all these years, you were willing to please him.

You brought your hands to the table, holding yourself up as you watched him, pushing any thought out of your mind in the hopes of having something of him again, whether it be a simple kiss to the temple, or the opportunity to ravish each others bodies once more, you just wanted him.

Finally he pulled it off, his hand grabbing on your thigh again as he brought your leg around his waist, his other hand going down to his length, watching you with a heaving chest as he aligned himself up with you, your dress concealing all that the lord above would not agree with.

For it was with Tom that you would cheat on your husband with.

He pushed himself inside of you, gripping your waist harder as he filled you completely, your hand coming to his side under his suit jacket, hiding your wedding ring under the clothes of your past lover.

"You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this," Tom groaned against you, beginning to rock his hips back and forth, his jaw clenched. "How long I've been waiting for you to come back to me, to have you, to hold you, to - fuck."

You nodded, throwing your head back as he fastened his pace your other arm struggling to keep your balanced as the desk rocked under you. "I've missed this so much." You let out a soft cry from under him.

He looked down again, his hand coming back up to your head, holding you up by the back of your neck, as if he was cradling something he worried could be broken. "He doesn't fuck you like this, does he?"

You shook your head, swallowing as your eyes threatened to close on you. "No, he barely fucks me at all." You admitted.

Tom sped up his pace again, his hips rutting into yours at a speed only he could hit. "He's in ownership of the most beautiful thing, and yet he doesn't know how to treat her?" He forced your head up to look at him. "He doesn't take advantage of this slick cunt?"

You shook your head another time, struggling to say anything as you tried to keep up with his movements, your hand beginning to slip from behind you.

"Or does it only get so wet for me?" Tom asked as he pulled your thigh up higher, causing you to slip back even more. "Answer me!"

You let out a string of moans before answering, not wanting to be too loud. "Yes," you finally breathed out, your mouth falling open. "It only gets wet for you."

Tom smirked and pulled your thigh higher, causing you to fall back onto the desk, your hand coming down to his forearm as he removed it from your head, running his fingers up your thigh before pushing your dress high enough to reveal the connection, his hand now on your waist as he rammed into you harder. "You've always belonged to me, haven't you?" The question came out more of a question of reassurance rather than an rhetorical one.

"Yes." You whined, your nails ripping into the skin of his arm as he fucked you.

He nodded, pushing his tongue to his cheek as he felt himself getting nearer and nearer to his destination, and by the looks of you and the reactions of your body, you were nearing yours too. "You're so beautiful." He admitted, something that had never left his mouth before, not in so little words. "So fucking perfect, moulded perfectly for me," he looked back down to you another time. "For me, yes?"

You nodded again, "for you, Tom, only for you."

He repaid you with a nod too, a slight motion of understanding and vulnerability as he continued his movements, his forehead becoming clad with sweat as his hair began to get stuck on it. "Cum for me then," he bit his lip. "Show me how good I make you feel, how only I can make you feel."

You arched your back at the sound of his words, your eyes forcing shut as your let out a long whine. "Inside of me." You ordered through a breathy moan.

Tom couldn't help but chuckle as you said this, knowing how badly you wanted this made him even more ramped up for the finish. "Wouldn't have it any other way."

He moved his hand to your stomach as he felt you clenching around him, your body shaking as he pressed down on the sensitive skin, forcing you to hit your climax with such speed and agility, your movements and reaction milking him of his as he began to fill you, a stream of sweat dripping from his forehead and onto the ground as he attempted to keep himself stationed, though your body was enough to make the man fold.

And now you had even more to talk about.

#harry potter #slytherin boys react #slytherin #slytherin boys #tom riddle #tom riddle smut #smut

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NEEDY - LORENZO BERKSHIRE x reader

MATURE, Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Masterbation, Handjob, Oral male!receiving, teasing

SUMMERY: Silly little flustered Lorenzo has lost his composure and needs you

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You stood in the hallway outside of the great hall waiting for you friends to join you for your final class of the day. It was Friday and one more class granted you freedom for an entire weekend.

"Skip just this once, please," your boyfriend Lorenzo spoke from behind you. His head was placed on your shoulder, a single hand around your waist. His hair was a mess and his face was a bright shade of red. "It's only one class."

You shook your head and reached your arm up to place your hand on his hair, allowing your fingers to get lost in his brunette locks. "I cant Enzo, I promised I wouldn't skip anymore classes this month."

You heard a small whine erupt from Lorenzo's lips, his head digging into the crook of your neck so you could feel his hot breath on your sensitive skin. His hand pressed harder into your waist as he pulled you against him. "I'm begging you."

You turned around to face him at the feeling of something poking your back. You looked at his scruffy hair and pleading eyes as you spun around to face him, his hand falling from your waist when your eyes wandered down to his problem.

Your eyes went wide, your eyebrows lifting slightly at the surprising phenomenon. So that was why he was being so whiny and clingy. You smirked when you noticed his failing facade falter even more, his neediness for you becoming increasingly impatient. You watched Lorenzo squirm around. "I really do need to go." You placed a kiss on his lips, his chasing after yours when you pulled away, before making your way to the class with your three friends who had just entered the hall and were looking for you.

-

Lorenzo, like any other Friday, took himself to your dorm and crashed down on your bed. He looked at the pictures of you that you had hung up on the wall beside your bed. He truly wished you were there to relieve him.

He found comfort in your bed, his body sinking unwillingly into the sheets below. He'd only been there for ten minutes and was already anticipating your return.

Trying to control himself, he placed a pillow over his crotch and closed his eyes. If he couldn't see the problem - it didn't exist. He closed his eyes and leaned back into the pillows behind his head, sucking his own lip into his mouth and taking a couple deep breaths.

Lorenzo let out an agitated groan and turned himself around, the pillow sandwiched in between his legs while his arms fold across his chest. He rolled over a few more times until he finally felt as though he couldn't take it anymore.

He let his hand travel down to where the pillow was between his legs and pulled it away, one hand undoing his belt to pull it off, while the other focused on the fly of his trousers, pulling it down to reveal the waistband of his boxers.

Lorenzo thought about it for a second, there was a small chance of him being caught by anyone who had access to your dorm, but you'd be gone for at least the next half-hour so he was sure he'd have enough time.

He looked towards the door to ensure that no one would disturb him before pulling himself out from his underwear. He whined quietly at the feeling of his hand on the base of his dick. Closing his eyes he began to stroke himself at a slow pace, his head falling deeper into the pillows, his hips unintentionally bucking upwards and into his hands.

Letting his hand and hips continue their movements, he allowed his mouth to fall down and let out a strained moan at the feeling. He tried to imagine it was your hands pleasuring him, and not his. He was desperate to be touched, for your touch.

"Ok I actually felt kind of bad so-" you made your way into your dorm, turning your body to the bed as you closed the door before spinning back around. Your eyes caught sight of your boyfriend laying on your bed, dick in hand as he got himself off due to your absence. "Really couldn't wait that long huh?"

He stopped to look up at you, his eyes more needy that previously, his hand still around the base of himself.

You made your way over to your bed and sat next to him. You watched him watch you as you slowly sunk your hands under his white button shirt, his jumper laying somewhere on the ground from where he pulled it off in agitation. Lorenzo shuddered at the feeling of you on his abs, his hand started its movements again, your other hand making its way to undo his buttons. You got to the final button and pulled the shirt to the side, revealing his bare torso to you.

"Is this what you want?" You murmured against his chest before placing a couple of scattered kisses, some being hard enough to leave marks. Lorenzo didn't answer, his eyes closing at the delicate contact of your lips on his skin. "Come on, I'm here now - tell me what you want me to do."

His gaze fell back on your own when you sat up, his hand coming to a stop another time. He thought about it for a second, there was nothing he didn't want you to do. He wanted you to do everything to him.

"Please," he desperately looked back down to where he held himself in his hand, a smirk growing on your face, you knew what he wanted; but you wanted him to say it.

You leaned closer to his face, joining your lips to his in a swift dance before pulling away. "Tell me what you want me to do, Lorenzo."

He gave himself a minute to think before finally speaking up. "I want you to suck me off." You gave him a smile and placed a kiss on his cheek before moving down to the end of the bed, him analysing your movements intently.

You took him from his hand and wrapped your own around, you stroked him a couple of times before out stretching your tongue to meet his tip. You watched Lorenzo as a low moan escaped his lips at the small amount of contact. You paid close attention to his sensitive area, licking it with the top of your tongue before taking it in your mouth and sucking lightly.

Your boyfriend's hand found itself lost in the sheets, gripping harshly at the feeling of your tongue where he needed you most.

You smirked before moving your hands out of the way and taking as much of him into your mouth as you could, you pushed your head further than you knew you could go, gagging slightly before moving upwards and placing your hands back at the base.

Lorenzo lay helplessly in front of you, his mouth agape as he tried not to make too much noise as you hadn't had the time to place a silencing spell.

You took him back into your mouth another time, Lorenzo's hand unintentionally coming up to your head. He shied away and pulled his hand back, wanting you to be in control of the situation. You bobbed your head up and down, using one of your hands to grab his and bring it back to your head, letting him know that he had the ability to change your pace and help you get him off.

You felt his legs shake slightly as he pushed your head down, your hand still on his to ensure that he knew you were ok with him doing this. Lorenzo really wasn't the one to push your head down or tell you how to pleasure him, you always did such a good job - but today was different for the both of you.

"Fuck," he cursed from above you, you speeding up your pace as you monitored his breathing to keep note of how close he was and what was helping him reach that desired climax.

You moved your lips back up to his tip, placing your tongue in the slit and sucking harshly once, your hands massaging the rest of him. Lorenzo let our a hiss at the feeling and bucked his hips, his dick meeting the back of your throat as you came down it. You smirked before swallowing and pulling away.

"Holy fucking shit." His grip on the sheets loosened, and his eyes fell closed for another time.

You moved up to the bed and leaned on his unclothed chest, placing a light kiss to his neck before looking up at his worn-out state. "This is the last time I skip class for you."

#harry potter #slytherin boys react #slytherin #slytherin boys #lorenzo berkshire

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HEADCANONS - LORENZO BERKSHIRE

MATURE, Warnings: Slight mention of sex

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MY OWN HEADCANONS!!!

Do not get mad at me if he doesn't fit your standards of how you believe he is. (Shoutout to the person that I saw do this lmao)

HIS PHYSIQUE

- 6'2

- Second tallest to Theodore

- Skinny but toned

- His muscles aren't that defined, but they are certainly there

- He hold himself with a lot of confidence, that's how he has so many bitches

- He's constantly doing neck workouts and stuff to make sure that his posture doesn't get messed up from constantly having to look down at people

APPEARANCE

- The first thing you notice about him is his smile

- He has very kind eyes, the type that you unintentionally melt into

- His hands are quite big in proportion (Think Adam Driver)

- He's really into Y2k muggle aesthetics, so he's constantly spiking his hair up to match the trends

- When he's not styling his hair, it's pretty long, but it's cut in a way that doesn't create a helmet on his head

- Again, really into muggle aesthetics so he enjoys wearing clothes that match whatever style they have at that time

- He owns a few leather jackets with spikes on them, he doesn't wear them often, but he really loves them

- When he's not "dressing up" he will just wear a baggy shirt and baggy jeans, he's not all too fussy about his outfits, but he does enjoy fashion

- Loves loves loves wearing shirts with the Union Jack on it lmao (a true Brit)

- Unknowingly gives people puppy eyes when talking to them, which is why he has so many girls attached to his hip

PERSONALITY

- Very funny, but genuine with his humour

- He's very attentive and intentional so when he notices someone's body language or demeanour shift when he's joking or talking about something, he's very quick to drop the conversation and move on

- He does have a tendency of taking some jokes too far, specifically when he's drunk when he doesn't notice that someone's uncomfortable

- First to apologise, but he beats himself up for it

- Very frisky with his jokes, doesn't really care who hears

- His looks give you this teddy bear vibe, but getting to know him opens a whole new can of worms

- He copes with his trauma and past wounds by joking about it

- He's not open about his own experiences

- Very loyal to those who he cares about

- Quick to seek revenge, but not the type to get blood on his clothes

- Very comfortable in his self expression

- His head is in the clouds, he's oblivious to a lot of things

- Cannot for the life of him pick up signals, if you like him, you need to tell him straight up, no subliminal messages

- Collects information on people to make sure that they only have good intentions

- Very intuitive, if he tells you he doesn't like someone, you better listen

- Enjoys his independence and freedom

- Hasn't many plans for his future

- Top student, but only when he's not sat with any of his friends

- Very honest, sees no point in lying

AS YOUR FRIEND

- He'd wait outside the bathroom for you, he wouldn't like it, but he'd do it

- He'd also use his foot to hold your stall door if it doesn't close, however he would continue to bully you about this interaction for a while

- Very observant, always knows what you need, whether it be some attention, or something physical like a gift, hug, etc

- He would take the risk of pretending to be your partner if you needed to warn other people off

- He's into the whole friends to lovers shtick, so be careful

- Complains about your gossiping to him, but truly loves it

- He would set you up with someone if you asked him to

- Would help you with homework

- Would make jokes about your trauma (only if you're ok with it)

AS YOUR BOYFRIEND

- LOVES when you talk to him about drama

- Always checks on you to make sure you've eaten, drank etc

- He makes very lewd jokes constantly, but he wouldn't make any about you as that's your own personal lives

- Often forgets that he can't make sexual jokes about other women when he's with you

- Little spoon. He isn't going to say it, perhaps you'll fall asleep as the little spoon, but you best bet that he will be the little spoon in the end

- He likes to feel safe with you, so sleeping around you is constant

- He's clingy, but only since he has a fear of abandonment

- Constantly checks to see if you are laughing at his jokes, his eyes will be on yours before he as much breathes near another person

- Considerate, but can come off as cold at times, mainly due to minor insecurities

- Beats himself up after an argument

- Will apologise first, but this man will pace his dorm, hands pulling on his hair while he aggressively chews on his gum, he doesn't like being wrong

- Really enjoys your company, so will come and be around you any chance he gets

- Always wants to hold your hand, or have his hand on your thigh at all times

- Will stare you down when you talk to another man, he doesn't see them as competition until he make it clear to him that they are

- His insecurities stem from his abandonment issues, so try not to make him jealous, it'll just make him feel like shit

- Buys you clothes and expects you to wear them, it will be the most god awful thing that he gives you, but with those little puppy eyes, he can totally convince you to wear it for him

- He loves taking pictures of you and has an album of them, one for nice pictures, and another for the other... activities that you two take part in

- When dating and going on dates, he needs something that is stimulating enough for him to feel comfortable with the circumstance. He won't show it, but dating someone romantically makes him really nervous, so you have to do something fun and engaging for him to not lose himself in thoughts

- Pottery painting/making dates, Swimming in the black lake, Horse riding, and study dates would suit him well

- He really cares about meanings, so when he finds out that you like something, he may slightly overdo it with how much he entertains your desires

- If you like a certain food, he's going to get you so much that you can barely even think to stomach another taste of it

- If you like reading, he'll annotate your favourite book and give it to you as a gift

- Loves locket necklaces, would definitely buy you so many of pictures with you and him, or sometimes just him

- Protective, would get his hands dirty in order to keep you safe

AS YOUR EX BOYFRIEND

- Rude, only if you broke off the relationship though

- Purposefully makes out with people in front of you to see how you would react

- Actively makes sure you’re aware of his sexual endeavours

- Tries to remain friends with you, but only to keep the peace

- Makes fun of your new partners “Did you see Y/n’s new bitch? They really are picking them off the street.”

- Rude to your new partners, will dish out the most snarky remarks, make jokes about your relationship, even bring up past sexual encounters the two of you had together just to make your partner jealous

- Toxic as fuck, sorry

- Dates and leads on so many other girls out of anger

- Literally doesn’t know what to do with himself

AS A HOOKUP

- Leaves after you're done with the sex

- Refuses to kiss you incase it's too intimate and either of you catch feelings

- Will make sexual jokes about you to his friends, he doesn't see the importance of keeping it private

- He has a reputation of being a munch

- Has a list of all the people he's been with

- Absolutely no shame, gets his hookup to stand up against a wall so he can take a headshot of them and add it to his pictorial list of hookups (The wall who came)

- He does rate them, but his class isn't so messed up that he makes it public, it's normally just kept in a note book with a name next to it and a scribbled score of 1-10

- If he's really feeling it, he'll go for multiple in one night, sometimes even together

- Doesn't take his time, he has stuff to do after (like tell the boys about it)

HIS HABITS

- Tends to get lost in the bit, sometimes does stupid things and gets injured or in trouble purely for the butt of a joke he was trying to make

- Zones out when a conversation doesn't entertain him

- Talks over people, he will randomly chime in like "oh I just remembered what happened to me this morning" when someone is talking about something important

- Oblivious to hints, so when people flirt with him, he doesn't really notice it, which can cause some drama

- Speaks before he thinks

- Jumps to conclusions

- Shuts people out when they try to dig too much into his past and childhood

- One day he can be super attentive and kind, but the next he turns completely opposite, normally after he shared too much about himself

HIS SHADOWS

- His parents have had his entire life planned out for him from such a young age, they dictate what lessons he takes at Hogwarts, what clubs he can get involved with, what people he can allow himself around

- His parents plan to marry him off young, they have a few suitable girls lined up for him

- He’s in the line to owning the entire Berkshire name and estate, his parents mould him into how they want him to be to ensure that he’s suitable for the job

- He has a fear of commitment because he feels like he’s running out of time, he only has 18 years to do as he please, then he has to do as his parents say for the rest of his life, so he’s scared of wasting time

- Hookups with so many people as he wants to try everything before he has to be in order

- He doesn’t express his sadness or anger when it comes to this, as his parents are too powerful and too rich, he feels as though he cannot complain

- Is an asshole to everyone out of fear not discovering every side of him

- Messes around with girls that like him for some type of power trip, it makes him feel in control of his life

- Big fear of missing out

- Doesn’t even know what he wants to be if his parents weren’t forcing his way to reputable status

#harry potter #slytherin boys react #slytherin #slytherin boys #lorenzo berkshire

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I COULD BE YOUR TOOTHBRUSH - MATTHEO RIDDLE x reader

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FLUFFY!!!

she's short but so are you (if you're not short, pretend that you are)

"You're always saying nonsense to me." Mattheo ran his fingers through your hair, his other hand playing with the drawstring on your shorts as you lay next to him, your eyes sparkling with mischief as they met his.

"It's not nonsense," you attempted to protest, the thought of another useless, hypothetical question running through your mind. "But would you?"

Your boyfriend shook his head, allowing a small laugh to leave his lips. "Would I what?" He questioned. "love you if you were a piece of gum on the bottom of my shoe? Do you hear yourself woman?"

You bare your teeth, your mouth forming a smile as you pushed your body further into his, attempting to stay composed. "Answer the question Riddle."

Mattheo's mouth fell open, words struggling to leave as he tried to think it over, whatever he said could easily impact the comfortable environment you were both in, he knew he had to tread carefully. "Fuck no, I would peel you off and put you in the bin."

Your eyebrows furrowed and he watched your lips turn into a stiff pout, his hand still playing in your hair, his fingers getting lost within the sea of strands.

"Oh what?" He continued, "You'd love me if I was a piece of gum would you?"

Nodding your head in an instant your lips fell straight, your fingers playing with the hem of his shirt as he lay next to you, your bodies only inches apart. "I'd keep you in my mouth forever."

"Your mouth would be sore." Mattheo interrupted the deep and meaningful speech you had prepared for him.

An expression of annoyance painted your face as he spoke. "blowjobs make my mouth sore but I still do those don't I?"

For once, a very uncommon thing happened. The boy was silenced! Nothing else to say and no words to speak, everything he had once thought about retorting to you had been thrown out the window.

"Right," he allowed a laugh to slip from himself and rolled his head back into the pillow, both his hands travelled down to your waist, his cold rings touching your bare side as he pulled you on top of him. "Normally I enjoy the taste of you, but not when you've been on the floor and squished into my shoe."

You sighed and pursed your lips together, your hands playing with one another as you paid attention to your nails, the faint face of Mattheo showing through your vision.

Suddenly you jumped up with a new found excitement, your boyfriend wincing as you threw yourself onto his lower stomach. "I could be your toothbrush!"

"Jesus christ."

#harry potter #slytherin boys react #slytherin #slytherin boys #mattheo riddle

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SOMETHING NEW - MATTHEO RIDDLE x reader

MATURE, Warnings: Vaginal penetration, corruption kink, nipple play, hickeys, finger sucking, spanking

SUMMERY: Mattheo finds you reading a book and asks what it contains, before allowing you two to play it out

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You sat on your boyfriends bed, the dark sheets enveloping your body as you watched him sat at his desk studying. He was wearing a plain white shirt with a pair of grey joggers, his hair a mess as he stared down at the parchment in front of him, twirling his quill between his fingers.

"I don't get it." He mumbled, his eyes moving to the bed and where you were sat, a book in your hand as you body sunk into the duvet under you.

You shrugged, your eyes meeting your book again. "I don't understand why you didn't ask for some extra help." You replied. Mattheo has been offered support in the majority of his classes since he was quite far behind on the work - yet his pride forced them to reject them all.

He stood up and wandered over to his bed, throwing himself next to you and pushed your body further to the wall so he had space. Mattheo rested his head in his hand, his elbow meeting he pillow while he stared up at you. "What you reading?"

You laughed to yourself before closing the book, placing it down behind you on the bed before laying down to join Mattheo. "Nothing."

He smirked, his hand touching your hair and pushing a strand behind your ear. "You're so beautiful."

You smiled at his gesture and leaned into kiss him, his lips joining yours in a slow, yet passionate kiss. He leaned over you, his arm outstretching behind you before climbing on top of your figure.

He pulled away from the kiss with raised eyebrows as he opened the book he had managed to snatch from you, your small knitted bookmark causing it to open to the page you were on previously.

"Give it back!" You erupted into laughter as you tried to grab the book from your boyfriends who was sat on top of you, his legs straddling your hips so you couldn't move. "Mattheo!"

He chuckled and swatted your hand away, his eyes trained on the words he was reading, his eyes wide. "Didn't know this was the stuff you were into." He smirked.

You felt your cheeks heat up and covered your face with your hands. "God this is so embarrassing." You giggled.

Mattheo put the book down back on the bed next to you and grabbed your wrists to pull your hands away from your face. He smiled softly at the expression of mortification you had and looked back into your eyes. "You should've told me you liked that stuff."

You shook your head, "we haven't been dating for long Mattheo," you felt his thumbs run along the base of your wrist. "I didn't exactly know how to bring it up."

Mattheo's smirk grew another time as he put your hands above your head, his grip tightening. "Well since you like it." He smashed his lips against yours, running his tongue against your bottom lip before you allowed his to push his tongue to meet yours, fighting in a battle you knew you couldn't win.

His kisses made you dizzy, dumbfounded at the feeling of his lips on yours. You moaned into his mouth, your hips grinding against his and he knew what to do next.

He released his grip on one of your wrists and grabbed his wand with his free hand, uttering a spell that caused your wrists to lock together and attach to the headboard.

His lips found your neck, his hands going down to your hips as he left harsh bruises on your delicate skin.

You gasped at the feeling and tilted your head to the side to allow him more access, your eyes forcing shut at the feeling of him sucking down on your neck.

His lips traveled to your collarbone, leaving the same marks before meeting the valley between your breasts. Mattheo began to unbutton your shirt, pulling it off around you torso but having to leave it on your arms due to him having restricted them to the headboard.

He bit down on the tissue of your breasts before sucking harshly on your hardened nipple, his hand massaging the other one he couldn't occupy in that moment.

You let out a string of moans at his touch, your eyes opening again to meet his as you watched him move to your next boob, repaying the same treatment as the other had been given.

He let his free hand roam down your body, slipping it inside of your shorts and into your underwear.

You threw your head back at the feeling, his fingers sliding up your slit.

Mattheo lifted his head, a mischievous smile on his face. "So fucking wet," he placed his lips to yours, slipping a finger inside of you as he did, your hips bucking at the feeling, moaning into the kiss. "Your dirty little secret, hm?" He pulled away from your lips and sped up his fingers. "Wanna be treated like a slut?"

A whimper escaped your lips, Mattheo watching you crumble under him as another finger joined, your back arching into his at the contact. "Mattheo."

He was sure he could've came there and then at the sound of his name desperately leaving your lips, but he held his composure. "Tell me what you want."

"Mattheo," you repeated breathlessly, your mind hazy from only his fingers alone, he couldn't wait to see how else he could have you. "Please."

He chuckled, a dry laugh leaving his lips as he removed his fingers and placed them to your lips, pushing them lightly at the gap. "That's not telling me what you want." He tapped on your cheek with his thumb. "Open."

You allowed your mouth to become agape as he slipped his fingers inside, his long digits coated in your juices. You swirled your tongue around them, paying attention as Mattheo's hard member pressed harder into your core, causing you to moan at the sensation.

Mattheo brought his hand to your face, lightly smacking your cheek, your eyes forcing awake to meet his, a surprised gasp leaving your lips. "Look at me."

He removed his fingers from your mouth and placed them into his own, licking up the last remaining wetness.

Getting off of your body he moved himself down kneel at the end of the bed, his hands finding your shorts and removing them with haste, before pulling your underwear off and throwing them on the ground.

He sat back for a second and removed his shirt and joggers, his boxers coming down with them and tossing them into the pile of clothes he had discarded of on the floor.

Allowing his hand to meet your skin, he rubbed the base of his fingers against your lower stomach, his hand lifting to place a harsh slap on your core.

You body shuddered at the contact, your legs slightly recoiling before Mattheo pulled them back.

His smirk grew as he leaned down to where you needed his most, placing a soft kiss on your clit which was now red and swollen.

You bit your lip in order to silence your moans, your eyes watching him as he moved forwards slightly, his hands massaging your thighs at he placed your legs over his.

With one hand he grabbed his erection and rubbed it along your soaked slit, teasing you while looking into your eyes. He studied your body, the way your head tipped slightly to the side while still trying to keep an eye on him.

He continued this for a moment.

You began to get impatient, trying to buck your hips so he would slide into you - you desperately needed some sort of contact, but every time you did, Mattheo would pull back immediately. "Please." You allowed a needy whimper to fall from your lips.

Mattheo's eyes met yours another time. "Tell me what you want." He repeated, this time sterner than before.

You groaned in desperation. "Please, please just fuck me."

A smirk found itself on Mattheo's face as he wasted no time to push himself inside of you, Both of you moaning at the feeling.

He lifted your legs to his shoulders, his hands stroking up and down them as he thrusted into you at a fast pace, not giving you anytime to adjust. The guy in your book didn't allow the protagonist any time to get used to it either.

You threw your head back, swallowing your moans as he hit places in you he hasn't before. Sex between you and Mattheo has been good since even before you got together, the two of you knowing what the other likes. But this was heaven, the way his body fit perfectly with yours like a missing puzzle piece. Finally the two of you were doing something more exciting, you haven't managed to find the time to tell Mattheo what you enjoyed and you weren't sure if he would be into it as well. But today you found out that answer.

Mattheo's hips snapped into yours, his hands finding your own as you struggled against the magic restrains in order to release your hands. Failing obviously.

His lips joined your in a hash kiss, his tongue battling with yours another time. Your legs on his shoulders was giving him a new angle, one you were sure was going to have you unable to walk by the end of the session.

You bucked your hips into his, your lips halting as you found difficulty in trying to keep the kiss going. Mattheo noticed and let go of one of your hands, his moving down to draw circles on your clit. You were close.

He kept at the same pace, going slightly deeper and allowing his lips to join your neck, leaving another set of marks for you to show off.

"Mattheo," you breathed out, your back arching for some sort of release. "Mattheo I think I'm going to cum." You closed your feelings, Mattheo's hand beginning a faster pace.

Your lips trembled, your legs shaking on Mattheo's shoulders as you back forced harder into the sheets.

You clenched around him as you came, your mind meeting some sort of euphoric release as you felt him tense inside of you, his teeth biting lightly onto your neck, his tongue licking over the bruises he had left.

Mattheo watched your face, your eyebrows furrowing. He felt himself twitch at the sight.

You came down from your climax and allowed your eyes to meet his. A few strands of hair stuck to his forehead, beads of sweat falling down his face. "Cum inside of me."

Mattheo felt your legs shudder at the overtimulation and moved his hand back up to join yours in union as he did as you said and came inside of you.

He caught his breath and muttered a spell, allowing your hands to fall back down, his still holding them tightly as he filled you up.

Pulling out, he let himself fall on the bed beside you, his naked body meeting the comfort of the sheets.

"Holy fucking shit." You exhaled.

Mattheo chuckled, "yeah."

#harry potter #slytherin boys react #slytherin #slytherin boys #mattheo riddle

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NSFW ALPHABET - THEODORE NOTT

MATURE

MY HEADCANONS

A = Aftercare: I'd stay Theo's quite good at aftercare, he totally found out what it was by one of the boys. He does have a lot of hookups so I doubt he does any aftercare with them due to how intimate it is. Much like Mattheo, he'd mainly only ever give aftercare if it's in a relationship and he loves that person.

B = Body part: He loves his jawline, he's so overly obsessed with it, definitely the type of guy to show it to literally everyone unintentionally, taking a picture? He's showing off his jawline, he wants a kiss on the cheek? 100% will stick out his jawline. Theodore loves boobs, he loves everything to do with boobs, definitely has some muggle magazines of ladies in tiny bikinis hiding in his dorm. Doesn't matter what size your boobs are, he loves them.

C = Cum: If he isn't finishing inside of you, he'll be finishing on your tits, and don't be surprised if he takes a picture of it afterwards. He definitely wants you to swallow when he cums in your mouth, most likely work it into dirty talk and tell you to swallow. Honestly wouldn't care if you wanted to kiss him after.

D = Dirty Secret: Back to the magazines, he gets off to them a lot, he didn't stop doing it until the start of your relationship, but still keeps them - they're just hidden in a place you won't find them ;)

E = Experience: I've said this before and I'll say it again, he is a manwhore, he's had A LOT of hookups and therefore has a lot of experience, he knows what he's doing due to trial and error. He's pretty advanced in his knowledge, and he knows what he wants so will most likely show you how he wants to be pleasured.

F = Favourite Position: He's a big fan of doggy since he can take you from behind, but he does like to see your face so he'll grab you by the neck and pull you up to his chest so he can kiss you while going at it! Missionary with your legs around his arms (kinda like child-pose) is his second favourite since he can see how your boobs jiggle around as he's fucking you.

G = Goofy: In hookups he's not very humorous, but when having sex in a relationship he'll definitely crack a joke every once in while. He's the type to laugh it off if something embarrassing happens, but tries to keep it quite serious during.

H = Hair: He likes to keep himself well groomed for you but he honestly doesn't care if you shave or not, he'd still fuck you either way so it really doesn't bother him. He'd rather you were shaved if you wanted him to go down on you though.

I = Intimacy: He's not the most romantic during the moment, he uses sex to deal with pent up aggression mainly, so if you're having sex he's not the nicest. But if you're making love and it's purely just an intimate moment in between the two of you, then he is quite romantic, he'd definitely tell you how much he loves you over again, scatter you in love bites so you know how much he truly does care for you.

J = Jack Off: Does it whenever you're not available, has been caught jacking off before and will probably continue to be since he's not very discreet with his noises. Would prefer you to do it for him so normally he will wait aliens until you are no longer busy and can help with with his impending issue.

K = Kink: Definitely a spanker, whether he's slapping your butt or your tits, he loves the way your body reacts to him when he does it. Orgasm denial, enjoys watching you squirm when he pulls away when your legs are shaking and you're about to finish, likes the control he has over your bodily reactions to his touch.

L = Location: He'll pull you into an empty classroom or cupboard if he REALLY needs you. Really likes doing it late at night in the Slytherin common room on the couch when he knows no one else will be in there to find you both. He loves your bed and how comfortable it is so he loves doing it there, also likes how loud you can be when you're alone.

M = Motivation: If you wear a low cleavage shirt, or a shirt in which he can see your hardened nipples through, he's a big fan of boobs if I didn't already mention. When he hugs you and can feel your tits against his chest, anything to do with boobs really. If you place your hand on his thigh though, he will go wild.

N = NO: If you try to make him jealous, he doesn't like how jealousy makes him feel and he doesn't like when you actively try to make him feel that way.

O = Oral: He's pretty skilled at it, he likes giving it to you since he likes how much it pleasures you. He does truly believe that if he gives you something, you should give him something in return, so expect him to be asking you for head after. He LOVES head, it's one of his favourites, he does enjoy the control of it though so will shamelessly push your head further and watch you gag on him.

P = Pace: He's fast and rough, you have probably broken the bed a few times and had to fix it with a spell. He likes how going fast makes him feel and is rough with you since he knows you like it. If you told him to slow it down he would. Could speed it up even when you didn't think he could anymore.

Q = Quickie: He enjoys the time he gets to spend exploring your body when having sex, so quickies never come before actual sex. Only time you're having a quickie is if he really needs you and neither of you have much time. Otherwise he would happily whip you away and take you to his dorm for the next couple of hours.

R = Risk: He's a very experimental person and will try everything at least once. Will do anything you ask him to do in order to make you happy. Has and will do it in risky places, knowing there's a possibility of being caught. Likes the thought of being caught so everyone can see how well he pleasures you.

S = Stamina: He can go for a few rounds, probably a couple more than you could. He's the type of guy who would finish and then he completely fine for you to keep going. I'd say he could last maybe 3-5 on average, 5-6 on a good day. Will allow breaks if you need it.

T = Toy: Prefers if you didn't use toys, but will use them on you if you asked him to. Would be fine with you using toys on him as he's into trying anything that you like.

U = Unfair: He's a very unfair guy when it comes to teasing, like I've already mentioned, he has a thing for orgasm denial so will spend his damn time kissing every inch of your body before getting to where you need him most. Can hold on for quite a while before he feels as though he needs to be pleasured, so he will tease you endlessly until his patience wears thin.

V = Volume: He's a grunted/groaner, he's more of a deeper moaning type guy but is quite loud. Enjoys the noises you make so will always encourage you to be louder as it reminds him of how good he's making you feel.

W = Wild Card: Has tasted his own cum, did not like it, will probably never do it again.

X = X-Ray: He's big. Like very big. Only really wears black trousers so no one can see his print, has a bulge whether he's hard or not

Y = Yearning: Could go for sex every second of every day, not one to complain if you said that you wanted him even if he wasn't necessarily horny because he can get into the mood very quickly.

Z = ZZZ: Falls asleep so quickly afterwards, he'll give you the attention and aftercare that you need but after he's done with that, he'll be completely out of it until the next morning comes along, and then he'll do it all again.

#harry potter #slytherin boys react #slytherin #slytherin boys #theodore nott

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NSFW ALPHABET - BLAISE ZABINI

MATURE

NOT PROOFREAD

MY HEADCANNONS

A = Aftercare: Blaise was brought up by a single mother who never let her value be determined by a man, and she absolutely, definitely taught her son how to view women as a proud feminist. I would not be surprised if she sat him down and had that awkward conversation about sex and aftercare while poor Blaise had his hands on his face telling her to stop. The point is, he certainly knows how to treat a woman since his mother, and for that reason he's an absolute king at aftercare, he's extremely responsive and caring and would definitely give his tips and tricks to the boys if they asked.

B = Body part: He really likes his jawline, he's constantly mewing to keep his jaw as sharp as possible. I don't think Blaise would really care too much about his girlfriends body, but I think he would really enjoy if she had a nice ass and big thighs, I also feel as though he would place his hands on your love handles if you have them.

C = Cum: He's got a lot of it, it's quite a reward to make him cum, it's not as easy as you would think and I believe he'd really need to be in the moment to finish, but when he does, it's a lot. He would enjoy finishing on your boobs and back, especially if you have a back tattoo omg. He would also put your orgasm above his and would work for it if he really needs to.

D = Dirty Secret: lowkey wants to get caught, there's something so hot to him about someone walking in and seeing how well you guys make each other feel, especially if you're a very wanted or popular person, he'd totally love if someone walked in on you two and told everyone around the school what they'd seen, he'd feel very accomplished.

E = Experience: Blaise is no stranger to sex, he's definitely had a fair few hookups but they've always been very emotionless and never had any strings attached, a few people would be a little intimidated by how many people Blaise has slept with and if you're not the most experienced you may feel embarrassed, but he'd definitely help you learn what to do and make sure you know all the other people where just one time things and he only feels romantically about you.

F = Favourite Position: He's a doggy guy but specifically with your back arched and head to the sheets, he loves to see the curve in your back and often runs his hands up your spine, he also loves to be able to have your ass in his face and feels that doggy gives him the deepest thrusts. Slipping off the idea that he likes your ass in his face, he's a fan of reversed cowgirl, it's the position you guys would end up with after a long session, his legs bent up so you can lean on them as you ride him, his hands on your waist guiding you to your final orgasm. If he's in need of any reassurance, he needs to see your face though, eye contact is a must when he needs to know that you want to be with him, because honestly he does feel insecure sometimes since his friends are quite wanted and he's almost looked over, so give him that eye contact and loving sex to help those doubts leave his mind.

G = Goofy: You guys will be joking around the first second while making out as you enter his room, but as soon as you close the door, his entire demeanour changes and it's business time, he's a very serious guy when it comes to sex, he lowkey gives me capricorn energy when having sex, he does it for the accomplishment (kinda like Tom) but he strives towards making you finish.

H = Hair: He's so well shaven, he definitely spends hours making sure he gets every hair and doesn't hurt himself in the process, I think he would expect you to be shaved too as he is, but if you weren't, he wouldn't really mind.

I = Intimacy: He can be romantic, but when he's focused on the pleasure you and him are both receiving he's not really paying much attention to the making love aspect, he's just trying to get you both off in the best way possible. When he is romantic he goes all out, rose petals on the bed, candles all lit, a dim room with classical music in the back, this man is full of tricks and surprises, but he's more into pleasing you than flashing you with romantic gestures

J = Jack Off: He has a good amount of self control so he doesn't do it too often, he's a pro at hiding his boners so he doesn't really think to fix the issue until you're around. But if he's really desperate and you're not there he'll get himself off to a picture of you he keeps on his bedside table.

K = Kink: My man has a muffle kink, he loves going so hard that you're screaming, telling you to shut up and placing a hand over your mouth and then upping the pace and deepness, your sounds stroke his ego.

L = Location: Upright in the astronomy tower, on a table in an empty classroom, under a blanket in the common room late at night, this guy will do it anywhere and everywhere even if it's in a public place at risk of getting caught cus the rebellion turns him on.

M = Motivation: Again he's turned on by risk of getting caught so he'll slip his hand on your upper thigh and maybe even do stuff with you while you're in class, he knows he won't get caught but he enjoys the fantasy of it. If you wear anything short that shows your ass his pp is up and you have something to fix.

N = NO: Food and drink implemented into sex, Blaise has an issue with textures on his body, so don't be trying to squeeze cream on him, he might just get up and leave and drown himself in a boiling shower.

O = Oral: Loves receiving, loves giving. He enjoys watching the pleasure it gives you and giving him a blowy is the easiest way to make him finish, he'd totally demand that for a quickie.

P = Pace: Too fast dawg, you're gonna be all smushed into the sheets after it, your hair is going to be a mess and your brain is going to be foggy, but God is it good.

Q = Quickie: Quickies are quite common for you two as he enjoys risky places which obviously you have to be pretty speedy with to ensure no one finds you, but he does enjoy the aspect of spending hours with you under the sheet just doing your own thing, but a slow and sensual time is less common with him.

R = Risk: Enough said, he's a risky boy

S = Stamina: Days, weeks, months, years. This man is a sex machine, if you ask him to go for a couple of hours he totally will, he will spend the entire day pleasing you if you asked him to, he never wants the sex to end.

T = Toy: He's not all too keen on you using them on him, I feel as though he would do it if you wanted to but only a few things like cock rings or a flesh light, he would never let you peg him or use a vibrator on him, he on the other hand enjoys overstimulating you so toys are his best friend in the bedroom.

U = Unfair: A lot, he'll go until you're begging him to stop, prone to edging you, sometimes he'll even whisper something abhorrently dirty in your ear and then walk away, denying you what you need for hours until finally having his way with you.

V = Volume: He's not that loud, he'd grunt here and there but he's mainly dirty talking you or talking you through it, not really a moaner though.

W = Wild Card: He's had a threesome before with two other girls, they spent their entire time focusing on him. It was with two girls the boys kept constantly joking about him liking, but when he got with them both he refused to tell the boys what had happened, lying and saying it was just a study session, you're the only one he'd tell about this.

X = X-Ray: BIG BIG BIG, LIKE REALLY BIG, when he didn't really know how to utilise his weapon he accidentally injured a girl and had to stay over night at the infirmary with her, hoping no one asked what happened, but now he's much better and understands his limit. He does make small penis jokes with his friends, which is funny cus they truly believe he's not all that big, but out of all the boys, he's the biggest, and the best at using it - sorry not sorry.

Y = Yearning: Good with self control but constantly horny, he would never let anyone know though.

Z = ZZZ: Sex rejuvenates him, don't be surprised if this man is skipping around the dorm shirtless singing songs and making himself a sandwich, that's how you know you're good.

#harry potter #slytherin boys react #slytherin #slytherin boys #blaise zabini

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INSECURE - BLAISE ZABINI x Fem!reader

MATURE, Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Mirror sex, vaginal sex

SUMMERY: you’re feeling insecure but you’re boyfriend Blaise is not sure he can allow it

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You stood in front of your mirror, your hands moving over your body as your face scrunched into one of displeasure. Your fingers roamed on your skin, touching each and every imperfection.

"For fuck sake." You huffed loudly, rushing to remove your dress and throw it on the pile of clothes on your bed.

You moved over to your wardrobe, your arm diving in to pull out yet another outfit. It was Pansy's birthday party, you and the group were heading out to Hogsmede for the night, but you could find anything you felt comfortable in.

You were known around Hogwarts for your unique beauty, everyone claiming that you were "Hogwarts' most wanted." You felt a harsh pressure to live up to the rumours. It had made you feel insecure when you couldn't see yourself like everyone else could. People would whisper to each other everyday about how good you looked, gossiping about your effortless beauty.

It was anything but effortless.

You stood in front of your mirror trying on outfits for hours every morning, the need to make your hair perfect so you'll receive compliments about it.

The standards were killing you.

"Alright gorgeous?" Blaise waltzed into your dorm with a large smile and pep-in-his-step. He made his way over to while fixing the cuff of his suit sleeve.

You gave him a lopsided smile, his eyes travelling around your room before finally falling to the pile of clothes you had discarded of on your bed.

"Why have you pulled out your entire wardrobe?" He asked in a confused tone as he sat down on your bed, his hands fondling with the plethora of outfits under him.

You folded your arms across your chest, your lips forming into a straight line as you looked at yourself in the silver, sequinned dress. You turned around to face your boyfriend who was looking at you with an expression of confusion. "I can't pick an outfit."

Blaise's eyebrows furrowed and he lifted a hand to point at your dress. "That looks good," he gave you a large smile. "Just wear that."

You rolled your eyes and turned back around to stare at your now distorted figure in the mirror. "I don't like it."

Reaching over to a red dress, Blaise began to fold your clothing. "Whatever you wear, you'll look incredible."

You threw your arms in the air before letting them slap back down at your sides. "You don't get it!" You exasperated.

"Hey, hey," Blaise stopped what he was doing and got up to stand behind you, looking at his own reflection in the mirror, something he could never resist. "What's wrong?" He spun you around to face him, you burying your head in his chest.

Your bottom lip began to quiver as he held you, one hand on your head, his other your waist. "I just feel so fucking - gross." You admitted.

Blaise pouted and tilted his head down, causing you to look at him. "You always look good, you're the most beautiful person I know."

You smiled shyly at him, his eyes falling back on the mirror. "I know how to make you feel better." He smirked and turned you around.

"What are you doing?" You asked threw a gasp as his lips found your neck, placing harsh kisses on it, sure to leave some bruises later.

Blaise moved his lips to your ear, his hot breath against your skin causing you to shiver. "You're going to watch yourself in this mirror while I fuck you," he placed another kiss to the side of your neck, his hands trailed down to the buttons of your dress, releasing the two that covered your cleavage. "Understood."

You gulped, nodding profusely as his lips met your neck another time. "Yes."

Your eyes found your body in the mirror, less distorted than before, you finally looked real again. You watch Blaise in the reflection, his fingers pulling the dress from your shoulders and letting it fall down your body, your breasts being exposed.

You tried to look away, Blaise grabbing your head in an instant and placing it back so you could see yourself.

He stood back for a moment to remove his suit jacket, ripping off his tie quickly before turning back to you.

He allowed his hand to find your underwear from behind, his fingers stroking over the wet patch. Hitting your leg lightly, he motioned for you to spread your legs.

You obeyed him, opening your legs slowly. Blaise smirked, watching you as you looked at yourself in the mirror.

He reached down to undo his belt and unzip his trousers, his hand wandering down into his boxers to pull out his erection.

He pulled your thong to the side, his arm bending to meet the small of your back, pushing down lightly so you leant over to give him more space.

Blaise rubbed a finger along your slit, allowing it to sink in until his knuckles met your skin, a moan escaping your lips at the feeling.

He smirked before pulling his digit out and plunging himself deep into you. Giving you no time to adjust he grabbed your waist and began to thrust into you at a fast pace.

You whimpered at his touch as you watched yourself getting fucked in the mirror, your exposed tits bouncing with the rhythm of Blaise's thrusts, your legs slightly bent and buckling, struggling to hold you up as your boyfriend fucked you from behind.

Blaise placed his head into the crook of your neck, biting into your skin lightly. You watch it all happen in the mirror, it was an odd feeling, one that was quite unimaginable, it almost didn't feel real.

"You see how fucking beautiful you are?" Blaise moaned into your shoulder, the hand on your waist moved to massage one of your breasts, his fingers pinching the nipples.

You closed your eyes, biting your lip before allowing you mouth to fall open, a string of moans escaping as you did. "Yes."

"Anyone would be lucky to have you," He began. "And you still don't think you're enough."

Your eyes shot open and you hissed at the stinging feeling as Blaise slapped your tit, his hand travelling down to your clit, beginning to rub it in soft, torturous circles.

"Tell me how beautiful you are." He muttered a spell which caused your thong to stay in place as he allowed his hand to move up to your neck, grabbing hold of it lightly.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you tried to get your words out, Blaise's thrusts only getting faster. "I-"

He lifted his head to your ear again, his lips gracing your skin. "Tell me how fucking beautiful you are." He repeated, anger laced in his voice, his fingers squeezing tighter.

Your legs began to shake as his finger continued to play with your clit, a whimper leaving your mouth as you tried to speak. "I'm beautiful." You breathed out.

Blaise smiled, his lips finding your neck as he sucked hard on your skin.

Your body shook and back arched as you felt yourself come undone, forcing yourself to look at the commotion in the mirror, you finally felt good.

Blaise finished inside of you, a proud look on his face as he uttered a wandless spell to clean the two of you up.

He fixed his trousers and did up his belt, flicking your thong back into place which caused you to jump at the feeling, your legs hardly managing to keep you standing.

Making his way over to the bed, he grabbed the short red dress he had folded on the bed earlier that evening and threw it to you, your body leaned against the mirror in order to keep you standing. "Wear that," he fixed his sleeve and put his tie back around his neck, his head held high as he tied it. "It'll look nice on my floor tonight."

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[shockinglyangel]

BEST WAY TO START THE DAY - THEODORE NOTT x reader

Mature, Warnings: 18+, Explicit, CNC, Head Fem!receiving, Lots and lots of consent

SUMMERY: You want to try a new kink with your boyfriend but he’s hesitant towards it so he makes you sign a waiver

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this is honestly one of the things some people might not feel too comfortable to read, so if you're not into it just go to another chapter, completely understandable (it states what it is within the first section)

porn with plot!

Theo scrunched his eyebrows and looked up at you, his face one of question. His head was placed on your chest, his chin digging into your collarbone while his body lay on yours, his legs laying comfortably in the middle of your own. "I don't know-"

You shook your head, pursing your lips at the silly suggestion that you just mentioned to your boyfriend who was previously reading a magazine quietly to himself, silence enveloping the room you two were in. "We don't have to, I don't want you to feel like we have to do anything that you don't want to."

You began to scramble for your words, embarrassment painting your face with a bright shade of red. Theo looked away for a moment, the cogs in his brain turning. "No it's cool, it's just - what if I want to do something and you don't and then we get mixed signals?" The boy's joined your swiftly before pulling away to look at the bed beneath you, he too scrambled for his words.

"No it's ok, I get it," you looked away from him, your fingers playing with his brunette locks of hair. "I totally get if it's too much to ask for."

Guilt wracked both of you, consuming you whole as you each wanted to do what was best for the other, it was proving to be difficult since you didn't know what either of you wanted, this whole idea had turned into a big misunderstanding.

Theo's eyes caught yours again, his showing a look of excitement and revelation. "What if you sign a contract?" He pulled himself up from you eagerly, your hands leaving his hair and falling onto the bed sheets below you. "Then we cant get anything confused."

Your face contorted into one of confusion as you watched your boyfriend rummage around your room searching for a piece of parchment and a quill to write with. You listened to him carefully as he muttered a spell, the two objects flying into his hands at high speed. He turned towards you with a large smile before pulling a cushion from behind your head and placing it on his lap, his legs crossed underneath his body.

He began to write, the quill only just filled up with enough ink for him to scribble down some barely comprehensible words.

Theo passed you the paper with a large smile, hi hair bouncing as he flicked the pen out for your to grab. You took it in silence, your eyes scurrying over the messy handwriting.

"Theodore Nott has my consent to do sexual things with my body when I am asleep, half awake, and or fully conscious," you read out loud, your eyebrows furrowed as he ushered you to continue, his hands moving around in a circle motion. "The established safe word is 'apple bottom jeans', when Theodore or I say that, we will immediately stop all sexual interactions and give each other some lovin's."

Your head fell to the side and your lips formed into a straight line as you read over the safe word, immediately looking back up to Theo who just shrugged his shoulders. "I panicked."

Shaking your head, you moved the hand holding the quill and placed it down on a squiggly line which had 'Signed' next to it. You smiled and signed your signature.

Passing him back the paper, you placed the quill on the table, watching as he folded the parchment and placed it in the pocket of his jumper.

You gave him a bright smile and threw your arms around his neck, bringing him into a tight hug, the two of you swaying back and forth as he rubbed soft circles on your back.

You pulled away from him enough to be able to face him, bringing your bottom lip to your teeth and biting it lightly. "I have an idea."

Theo watched as you leaned over the side of the bed, pulling out a pair of red silk shorts, you pulled yourself back up to face him again, his hand still placed on your back, your legs practically swung over his lap. "These are like non-verbal consent, if I wear these, that means I'm good to go!" You smiled brightly at him, a grin forming onto his lips at your excitement.

"Can you at least practice the safe word for me." Theo smirked, knowing that you knew what it was and he knew that you were aware of how to say it, but he thought it would be hilarious to HEAR you say it.

You rolled your eyes and sighed, your arms falling down by your side in exaggeration, the shorts slipping onto the floor and getting lost in a pile of clothes. "Fine," you shook your head, watching Theo as he looked at you cheekily, "apple bottom jeans."

Theo doubled out into laughter at the words reluctantly leaving your lips and spilling out in front of him. "That'll be sure to ruin the mood." He winked, proud that the two of you had found a happy medium, while still having a laugh in the true Theo fashion.

-

You hadn't the time to wear the shorts to bed yet, and the sexual activity between yourself and Theo had been pretty dry since your last conversation. He'd been too busy with the boys, Draco going through a pretty tough breakup, it was leaving no time for you and Theo to hang out, let alone do anything remotely promiscuous.

You were left ostracised, the only thought on your mind these last few days were how badly you need Theo. The closest you got to doing anything was a quick peck in the hall before class, and even then he was whisked away by Blaise to go help Draco who had unfortunately fallen victim to seeing his past lover with another guy.

It was truly exhausting, I mean you loved Draco, he was kind (an asshole) with a great sense of humour (boring) and he always managed to light up your day (kill the mood), but now he was just being a complete and utter cockblock.

You made your way into the library, watching as Theodore sat in between Lorenzo and Mattheo, the lot of the boys listening to Malfoy rant about how much he doesn't even like his ex girlfriend and how much he wished he never wasted his time on her, then go into a full blown, red-faced meltdown about how mad he is that she left him for another.

You rolled your eyes in arrogance, Theo catching your gaze from across the room, he smiled towards you but was repaid with a cold glare, the poor, now confused boy put his hand up to the boys for a quick second, his eyes not breaking the contact they had made with yours and instead. He stood up and made his way over to you.

You tried your best to ignore his presence, opening a book you had entirely no interest of reading before putting it back on the shelf. "What's wrong?" He placed his hands under your elbows and tilted his head to look down at you.

You fought the impending urge to look up at him, though the pent up sexual frustration was getting to you.

Slamming another book closed, you placed it back on the shelf, sliding it into the place where it belongs.

"Hey, talk to me." Theo's head bent further down, forcing eye contact with you.

You reluctantly looked back at him, a face of pure disinterest as he spoke. "So now you want to talk."

Theo looked back at you with a confused expression, did he really not know what he did? "What do you mean? I always want to talk to you."

You couldn't help but scoff at his words. "I've barely seen you all week Nott."

Oh, last name basis.

Theodore pulled away from you, his tongue poking at the inside of his cheek as his hands let go of your elbows and fell limply by his side. "i've been busy, Draco's a mess and-"

"What about me?" You interrupted him. "What about the relationship that you've neglected for the last seven days?"

Theo's face formed into one of guilt as you spoke, had he really been that distant? All this Draco drama had consumed him, had he really forgotten about the most important thing in his life? You.

"I'm sorry," His eyes met yours again. "I know I've been distant, and I shouldn't have been so invested in Malfoy's love life." He paused himself for a moment before speaking again. "I'm just - I'm sorry, I promise I'll make it up to you."

You rolled your eyes again, this time partially unintentionally, it was almost a muscle memory to when people say stupid things to you. "Yeah right." You placed the next book back on the shelf and turned to walk away.

"No, I really will," he stepped to the side, blocking your immediate exit and placing his hands on the side of your arms. "I'll sleep in your dorm tonight, that's a start." He gave you a hopeful smile.

You shrugged and removed yourself from his grip. "That's if you're not too busy with Draco and even decide to show."

Theo sighed in defeat. "I mean it, I'll be there."

You nodded lazily. "Sure."

-

You uttered a spell to dry the rest of your slightly damp hair and removed the towel from your body, slipping on some underwear and an oversized shirt that fell slightly off your shoulders.

Hesitating for a moment, you bent down to grab the red silk shorts, you'd had no reason to wear them for the last week due to Theo's disappearance, but maybe now that he promised to show, perhaps you could make good use of them.

You slipped them on, contemplating whether it was a good idea, or whether you'd look like a desperate fool.

On one hand you might be able to get something pleasurable out of it if Theo does stay the night, but on the other you might just embarrass yourself if he doesn't turn up.

You thought about it for a moment, no one would know you wore them if he doesn't come over, therefore it can't be that embarrassing.

Fighting the urge to cringe at your desperation you climbed into bed, pulling the covers over yourself and doing a quick shimmy underneath them to warm yourself up. Then you laid down on your stomach, one leg laying straight while the other swung out to the side. Pulling a pillow underneath your head, you wrapped your arms around it, sleeping soundly the same way you did when Theo's presence was known.

-

Theodore quietly made his way into your dorm, slowly shutting the large wooden door behind him, one hand flirting the metal latching with the other discreetly helped it fall back down without making a sound.

Technically he didn't promise a time, although the did say he'd be there that night. You wouldn't know the difference between night and three in the morning.

He happened to get a little distracted while listening to Draco bitch about his ex's new man and how much better he is, and although Theo was not interested in that conversation, he was totally immersed in the nearly naked ladies on his magazine.

And so he lost track of time. Who's to say that's bad?

He tip-toed his way over to you, pulling open the duvet and sliding his body under it.

Theo couldn't help but ogle at you holding the pillow between your arms, your face resting comfortably to the side while your leg bent like you slept when sharing the bed with him.

He went to turn you over and reposition you to that all so familiar pose you knew of when laying in his arms, though his hands got distracted when he felt the softness of a silky material hit the skin on his knuckles.

His face scrunched for a moment before he pulled the duvet from your body, his eyes going wide as he saw the red shorts you said you would wear when in the mood.

Does this mean you want him now?

Theo thought about it for a moment, unsure of which path of fait he wanted to follow. One gave him the opportunity to smooth things over with you, but the other was kinder and more gentle; but you were wearing those shorts.

He'd be a terrible person if he didn't give you what you want right?

He shook his head. "Fuck it." He slowly peeled the sheets away from you, attempting to turn you over, earning a groan from you as you flipped yourself back around again.

You were partially awake.

And you knew the safe word.

You were wearing the shorts.

He flipped you over less carefully this time, honestly not minding if he awoke you from your sleep, although he didn't want you to know that he only just returned to your dorm in the early hours of the morning.

Theo lifted up the bottom of your T-shirt, pulling it so it laid folded on top of your breasts. He then leaned down to kiss the exposed skin on your stomach.

He sucked lightly at the flesh, not wanting to startle you too much.

You twisted your body slightly at the feeling, your hand lifting before collapsing on his hair, your fingers getting lost in his curls.

His eyes looked up to find your face, your eyes were shut as you slept calmly, your lips slightly parted, small whistles escaping as you exhaled.

He smiled a little before allowing his hands to reach down to your shorts, he slowly began to pull them down, failing to get them past your knees and instead just leaving them there.

He then repositioned your legs, bending your knees and making them stand up before diving underneath your shorts and placing his head in between your thighs.

He sighed, not too sure of what to do now. This was all so new to him and he wanted to be sure that no lines were crossed and that you always felt comfortable.

Whispering your name a few times, he poked at your skin, mainly focusing on the tissue on your breasts since that seemed to be his favourite part of your body.

You let out a deep exhale and attempted to turn around, your legs being stopped by Theo's head.

Giving up, you relaxed again, your hand falling from his hair and onto the sheets below your body.

Theo braced himself for the new experience, praying that he didn't get the wrong message or that this was a misunderstanding.

He kissed over the top of your underwear, feeling the heat radiating off of your core hit his lips.

moving his head to the side, his hair brushing up against your bare thighs, he scattered them with kisses, his eyes always looking up to hopefully find yours.

You moaned lightly at the feeling of his lips on your skin, something your body had been yearning for the past week.

Theo's hand found front of your underwear, pushing the fabric to the side to reveal your pussy. You were already slick with your juices just at the simple touches of him.

Theo would be lying if he said he hadn't thought about having his way with you these last few days, missing the way you felt around him, or the way you pleasured him in ways no one else could. But every time he would find a slot to spend some time with you, he was called off to comfort Draco over yet another minor inconvenience, but Draco's his friend, he couldn't say no.

But God, he wouldn't have abandoned you if he knew this was what he would come back to.

And of course because he loves you.

He hummed against you and licked a long stripe against your entrance, lapping up your wetness from how desperate you were for him to touch you.

Theo let his head dip further into you, his nose bumping your clit while his tongue worked wonders everywhere else, his hands holding tightly onto your slightly open thighs.

A couple of whimpers left your lips, fuelling Theo to go faster, he began eating you out like a starved man, to be fair - he had been starved for these past seven days, and he was ready to get a weeks worth of meals from you.

Your hand moved back up to his hair again, your eyes fluttering open before falling shut.

Your hips bucked into his face, causing his tongue to go deeper into you and his nose to ride up the sensitive bundle of nerves.

Theo smirked and pulled back. "Desperate for me even in your sleep hm?" He mumbled against you, a low groan leaving his lips and pulsating through your entire body.

You clenched your thighs around his head, your hand gripping harder on his hair as you shot awake, your body reacting before your mind could.

You opened your eyes, blurry visions painting your view. You finally found him and his tender stare as he devoured you, eating you out like it was the last thing he could do.

You let raged breaths leave your lips along with a string of moans and whimpers. "Oh, Theo fuck."

He hummed against you again, his fingers digging into your thighs, your hips rolling against his face, using his nose as clitoral pleasure while his mouth continued to work wonders on you.

Your legs began to shake and you arched your back, one of your hands scrunching the hair in between your fingers while the other covered your mouth in hopes to stay quiet.

He smirked and helped you ride out you orgasm, using his hands to guide your hips against his face before finally pulling away.

He sat up, your juices covering his chin, you swore you could cum again at the sight of it.

Theo leaned back down to help you slip the shorts back on fully and laid beside you, cleaning his face and you up with a towel he found on the floor before laying down beside you, his arm slung around your body.

"Go to sleep," his hands played with your hair as you pushed yourself further into his chest, your nose taking in the scent of his cologne. "I'll be here when you wake up."

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[shockinglyangel]

SHIRTLESS - THEODORE NOTT x fem!reader

MATURE, Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Sex without a condom, Sexual touching, Mentions of nudity, Mutual pining, Riding

SUMMERY: having had been friends for years, you’re on a small date with Theodore when things suddenly take a turn and get spicier than anticipated

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"Ok fine," you leaned back on the bed behind you, your legs outstretched and placed in between Theo's open ones, the two of you sat on the floor of his dorm while his dorm-mate Lorenzo was out. "I'd say your a soft spring kind of guy."

Theo scoffed, his head falling back comfortably on the sheets supporting his neck, a smirk on this face as he tossed a scrunched up piece of paper over to you, it hitting you square in the face and causing you to flinch. "Then you're a winter."

You rolled your eyes at his words and picked up another card from the pack. "What animal does the other person remind you of?" You read aloud, watching closely as Theo took a swig of drink from his glass before placing it back down on the ground next to him. "I'd unironically say you're a lion."

He smiled largely and wiped his lips with his thumb before speaking. "You're the split resemblance of a koala."

You allowed your eyebrows to raise as your mouth fell open, your arms moving to throw the card at the boy in front of you. A koala? "What's that supposed to mean?" You folded your arms over your chest.

"Well," Theo started, sitting up straight and placing his elbows on the bed behind him for support, his hands hanging off of the side. "We've only gone on a couple of dates and you're already obsessed with me." He gave you a proud look.

You couldn't help but smile at what he was saying, you and Theo had been within the same friend group for years but were never really close as individuals. It wasn't until the start of the school year that he asked you out on a date, taking you to the three broomsticks for your first, and to the black lake for a second, as it had frozen over for the winter and you were free to skate on it. Now you were finally onto your third, this one was just the two of you playing muggle-question card games while hanging out in his dorm.

You'd liked Theo for a while, but had never the nerve to say anything about it, only Pansy and Daphne new for the first few years, but Theodore was the one to make the first move.

"I am not obsessed with you." You pulled your legs away from his and crossed them under the weight of your body.

Theo laughed, moving his own figure so he was now standing on his knees, "we both know that's a lie."

He made his way over to you, placed in between your legs as his chest found yours, his shirt gracing over the thin fabric that lay across your chest. He moved his hand to meet your face, his fingers tracing light figures over your jawline while his thumb lay delectably on your cheek.

Theo smirked, his eyes travelling across your face before meeting their final destination and falling deeply into your. He tilted his head, his lips coming closer to your own. "You couldn't even resist me if you wanted to."

In your mind you scoffed at what he said, pushing him away playfully and telling him that you could if so pleased. But in the physical - you could not. You let your eyes graze over his, before falling down to his lips, a faint smell of liquor painting his breath as he spoke.

He truly was irresistible.

You watched closely as he dipped his head, his lips meeting yours in a soft kiss. His lips were soft, the kiss even softer, his free hand made its way down to your waist, a gasp leaving your lips as he squeezed the exposed skin.

Theo took that moment to slip his tongue into your mouth, deepening the kiss as yours found rhythm, joining his in a melodic dance.

Using your hands, you pushed yourself up from the sitting position on the ground and onto your knees, temporarily holting the make out session.

One hand made it to the back of Theo's neck, lightly pushing him inwards so his lips collided with yours again, the fight your tongues had started previously began to resume.

Theo used his hand to pull you closer to him by your waist, your chests meeting as you slid your hand between the two of you, your fingers playing with the hem of his shirt before allowing them to travel under the material, Theo morning into the kiss at the feeling of your hands on his skin. Something he had been reminiscing about since the day he met you.

"You drive me crazy." Theo pulled away from the kiss prematurely before moving his lips down your jawline until they finally met your neck.

"Theo." You tilted your head to the side and allowed your eyes to fall shut, your mouth opening on impulse as he began to suck harshly at your skin, his teeth nibbling on it every once in a while, which caused you to jolt at the feeling.

Your hand continued making its way up his shirt, your fingers tracing along his abs, feeling him tense up under the touch of your slightly cold hand, the one behind his head joined on his chest, the two rubbing lightly over his waist as he marked your skin with his mouth.

He hummed against you, pushing his body further into yours before pulling away from your neck. "Take it off." He breathlessly, his lips swollen, he lifted up his arms.

You nodded, obeying his orders and pulling the shirt over his head and throwing it onto the ground behind him. You couldn't help but moan at the sight, you'd seen Theo shirtless countless times before, but nothing beat the sight that you had. He'd taken it off for you.

"Someone's needy." He let out a hoarse chuckle and pulled you back into him again, the skin your small shirt had no way of covering hit his.

You looked up at him in desperation and pulled his head down to yours so your lips met again in a soaring his, a moan escaping your mouth and falling in his.

You moved your hand to your back, pulling on the lace that held everything together, the bow falling apart and opening the shirt, allowing it to fall to the ground, you breasts exposed.

Theo's eyes opened, his lips detaching from yours as he looked down at your body below him. He bit his lip, his arms tensing under your fingers. He left himself get harder at the sight of your boobs in front of him. "I really need to fuck you right now."

You felt a smile grow across your face, trying to suppress it as he lifted you up and placed you on his bed, your unclothed back meeting his sheets.

Theo kneeled between your legs, his hands finding the skirt you were wearing, quickly pulling it down, his fingers linking onto your underwear and taking those off alongside.

He threw your clothes on the ground, his eyes admiring your naked body, it was as if he could've came there and then.

He kept himself composed, his breathing getting quicker as his hands fondled with his belt, quickly removing the remaining clothes he had on him before leaning over you, his eyes finding yours.

You smiled and pushed a strand of loose hair behind his ear. Theo didn't return the kind expression, pushing himself back up. "This isn't going to work."

You sat up, feeling vulnerable in front of him. "What?"

He squeezed his lips between his thumb and forefinger, hissing as he thought about what to do.

"Get on top of me." Theo allowed his body to meet the sheets, his hands outstretching to meet yours.

Your eyebrows furrowed at his random request but you took his hands, mounting him and lining him up with your entrance.

You winced as he slipped into you, your wetness allowing him to enter seamlessly. "Oh my God."

Theo let out a groan and pulled his hands away from yours, his finding your waist, yours falling to his chest as he helped you find your rhythm.

You moved yourself up and down on him, feeling him hit places you never even knew existed, the position of you on top of him gave a new deepness and pleasure for the both of you.

"Just like that." Theo watched as you fucked him, your boobs in his face as he had yearned for previously - that's why he changed the position.

You bit your lip and leaned forward slightly, feeling him as he slid in and out of you, Theo's impatient thrusts meeting yours at a compromise.

You began to speed up, feeling that familiar ache in your legs as Theo fucked up into you, somehow still having the majority of the control when he was under you.

You'd never imagined this to be the time you had sex with Theo, something the two you had wanted for a while, but never admitted at the fear the other didn't feel the same.

"Fuck, Theo." You clenched around him, his hands squeezing harshly on your waist causing you to let out a strained whimper.

He groaned at the feeling as he began to dig your nails into the skin on his chest, ripping gentle scratches into his flesh. "'Like it when I fuck you like this?"

He bucked his hips into yours at a fast pace, catching his lip between his teeth as he watched your beasts bounce in front of him, a sight he knew he could never get over.

"So desperate for me," his hands dug harshly into your waist as you tore at his skin, red lines painting his chest in an unintentional pattern. "Just can't get enough of me."

You threw your head back, grinding your hips against him, your hair falling behind your shoulders. "Theo, I'm gonna cum."

You mouth fell open, your nails scratching along his chest, pulling some blood along with them, the boy watching in awe as you came undone on top of him.

"Atta girl, just like that." He squeezed his eyes shut as you clenched around him, allowing himself to empty inside of you, the feeling of him filling you up caused you to whimper at the overstimulation.

You let out a sigh and pulled your fingers into a fist, your closed hands gliding against his chest as you fell on top of him, your head meeting the crook of his neck as his arms wrapped around you, holding you in place as he came down from his climax, his eyes opening to find you panting on top of him.

Moving your head to face him slightly, you broke the silence. "I am scared of the powers you possess."

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[shockinglyangel]

REMINISCE - THEODORE NOTT x fem!reader

MATURE, Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Inappropriate touching, fingering, Fem!receiving, Mentions of nudity, Strong language, Light teasing, Edging, Orgasm denial

SUMMERY: Theodore’s roommate Lorenzo, and your own were occupying your dorms so you couldn’t spend some quality time in there, what will happen when Theodore tells you were his imagination is headed?

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"So?" You leaned back into your boyfriend, your fingers entangled with his while your back was to his chest, the two of you laying on the common room sofa with a large green blanket to cover you. "I don't see the issue."

Theo's mouth fell agape. "You don't see an issue with it?" He laughed and let his unoccupied hand play with your hair, his fingers getting lost in the strands.

You nodded and looked up, your eyes finding his chin before meeting his own eyes when he looked down at you. "I thought Draco was the one to bring it up."

He shook his head, his light brown locks dancing along with him. "A test." He explained.

You sat up to face him now, your body placed in between his legs. "Why would he test her by asking her if she wanted a threesome?" You pulled the blanket around your shoulders so it covered you completely, Theo's legs now only covered by his trousers.

Your boyfriend shrugged a response and placed his hands on your thighs, softly rubbing up and down a few times. "To see her loyalty, I assume." A smile grew on his face, his expression seeming like a lightbulb had just come a spark in his head. "Would you ever have a threesome with me?"

You rolled your eyes and turned to your side, laying back down on Theo's chest, your body scrunched and the blanket covering you. "No, but that doesn't mean Draco's test was ok." You admitted.

Theo's hand found your waist, squeezing it lightly. "You would never need one with how good I fuck." He smiled proudly. He allowed two of his fingers to trace against your legs and wherever else the blanket wasn't covering. You just nodded and closed your eyes, feeling the tip of his touch gracefully caress your exposed skin. His fingers stopped at the hem of your shorts. "You know," he got closer to your ear. "There's only one other person in in here, if your quiet."

His touch etched higher before you grabbed his fingers, your hand wrapping around his two digits. "No," you felt him pull away from your ear, his warm breath no longer being felt. "Not right now Theo, we'll get caught."

"Enzo's in our dorm," he thought for a moment. "How about we use yours."

You shook your head, turning to face him. "My dormate's in there studying." You sighed.

Theo went silent for a second before pulling his hand away from yours, something he rarely did since he quite enjoyed the feeling of your touch, and would never do anything to jeopardise how much he got per day. "If we cant do anything," a smirk arose to his face for another time. "What if I tell you what I want to do to you?" You nodded a silent response and let your eyes fall shut, his voice soothingly began to speak.

He pulled the blanket back over the two of you, your back to his chest, your fingers wandering over his legs that were either side of you. He allowed his own fingers to trail down your neck, taking a quick look around to ensure that the only other remaining person in the common room wasn't close enough to hear. "If I had you alone right now," he started, his fingertips stroking lightly up and down your neck. "I'd start off by kissing your lips," he graced over your collarbone. "Then I'd kiss you neck," his thumb moved up to your jaw while his fingers stayed where they were. "I'd cover you in hickeys, that way everyone knows that you're mine."

You took a deep inhale when feeling his hand on the top of your shirt, him playing with the thin fabric between his thumb and forefinger. You couldn't help but shuffle slightly at what he was telling you, hoping that the other student in the common room couldn't hear Theo's hushed tone as he whispered all the things he wished to do to you.

"Then," he continued, bringing you from your haze. "I'd rip off this shirt, and I'd kiss down the valley in between your tits," he paused for a moment, his hand slipping under the shirt to hold stroke down the center of your boobs. "Then Id take one into my mouth, while playing with the other." His hand massaged over one of your nipples before moving to the next, the sensitivity of the touch making your nipples harden.

Theo smirked, "I'd lick down you stomach, and get on my knees," his other hand began to play with the drawstring of your shorts. "I'd look at you and your nervous state under my touch, and then I'd remove your shorts." He allowed his hand to slip under, one of his fingers pressing lightly onto the wet patch in your underwear.

You shuddered at the feeling, exhaling and pressing your head harder to his chest. "Theo." You really didn't want to get caught.

"Then I'd ask you if this is ok," he cocked his head to the side and waited for you to look up at him, his hand now cupping your core.

You looked up at him with pleading eyes, your body involuntarily grinding up into his hand. You thought about it for a moment, if it was quick and quiet, you would be able to get away with it, but if there was even an ounce of noise, a tiny squeak, you would get caught. You nodded and closed your eyes.

Theo chuckled quietly to himself. "I'd tell you to use your words."

Your eyes shot open, looking back into his. "Yes, this is ok." You finally replied and he returned your answer with a smile.

"Next, I tell you how wet you are, and I ask you if this is all for me." He carried on.

"Yes." You breathed out.

He smirked another time and his hand slid into your underwear. "I'd remove your underwear, then I'd lick a line up and down your slit."

You felt his finger run over your slit, coating itself in your juices. You bit your lip at the feeling, your eyes falling closed again.

"Then," He moved closer to your ear, his lips touching your delicate skin. "I'd wrap my lips around your clit," his thumb massaged your bundle of nerves. "And then I'd suck on it"

Theo pushed a finger inside of you, your back arching at the sensation, a gasp leaving your lips.

"I'd let my other hand play with your tits again." He moved his free hand back down tie shirt, you letting out a small moan at the feeling of him fingering you and fondling with your boobs.

You quickly covered your mouth, your eyes looking over to the boy at the back of the common room, he was not paying attention.

The rhythm of Theo's fingers started to get faster, his fingers pinching your nipples and making your body jolt. You held back several moans, trying desperately not to get caught. Theo was talented at everything he did, whether it was Quidditch, guitar, even singing, he was true perfection. But the way he'd studied your body so well to know your every minor reaction. He knew what you liked and didn't like, he knew you. Theodore was known for his reputation of being a sex god, and that was the only thing people didn't have wrong about him.

Your eyes shot open and you gasped. "Theo!" You whisper shouted, your hand shooting down to his wrist to grab it forcefully. "Too deep."

Theo was no idiot, he knew that you were coming closer and closer to your climax, your eyebrows scrunched, while your hip began to grind on his palm. He couldn't let you have it that easy. You pushed his finger deeper into you, hitting some sort of nerve and jolting you from your thoughts. He smirked, looking down at the blanket that was hiding the sinister acts underneath.

He wasn't going to let you cum unless he could hear you. And in the Slytherin common room, you were not being vocal enough for his liking.

He pulled his hands from your underwear and placed a kiss on your head before forcing you to sit up. Theo got off of the couch, grabbing his blanket from your body, his eyes enjoying your already wrecked state. Your hair was a mess and your cheeks were puffy, your shirt slightly falling off one of your shoulders.

He was not going to let you have it.

"Thedore!" You sat cross-legged on the couch, your arm outstretching to whack him.

Theo leaned down and gave a kiss to your bare shoulder before placing another on your cheek. "See you in the morning, love."

You shook your head and got up off the couch, following after him as he innocently wandered off to his dorm. "Theo!" Your voice got louder. "Don't you dare leave me here! Theodore." You stopped in your tracks, whining at the absence of your boyfriend and the growing feeling of need inside of your body.

What a fucking jerk.

#slytherin boys react #theodore nott #slytherin #slytherin boys #harry potter

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NSFW ALPHABET - DRACO MALFOY

MATURE, Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Sexual content, Mentions of nudity

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A = Aftercare: Draco didn't really grow up with his parents loving each other so I feel as though he's a little bit set off from the whole caring part, but he can for sure learn. I have this theory that his first girlfriend broke up with him after he didn't give her any aftercare and he was confused as hell until the boys explained the importance of comfort after sex, after that he totally learnt how to take care of someone after having his way with them. He's definitely the type to lay with you in the bed after and accio you something to eat or drink if you need it, but don't ask him to leave the bed, that's where the line ends.

B = Body part: He likes his abs and stomach quite a lot, he's a bit insecure about his skin as people constantly call him pale and pasty, but he's learned to like it. For his partner, I think he would enjoy their face the most, like yes this man does like a nice rack but I think he'd appreciate facial beauty more.

C = Cum: Too scared of getting someone pregnant and having to explain it to his parents so he'd pull out, even with spells he's just too cautious, he does like to finish in your mouth though and watch you swallow.

D = Dirty Secret: He'd let you do anything you wanted to him, as long as you're with him he's totally cool about it, would be down to try anything if you asked him too. He does lie to his friends and say that he's constantly the dom in the relationship, but the truth is he enjoys when you take control and let's you do it quite often.

E = Experience: Draco uses sex to deal with pent up anger and emotions so he's had quite a lot of meaningless hookups, he knows what he's doing and he does it well, he's not the best out of his friends but he's still very skilled at what he does, if he needs help with anything he tends to ask Theo as he knows he'll keep quite and give him an honest answer.

F = Favourite Position: LOVES when you ride him, mans a little princess when it comes to sex, he likes his pleasure to be put above your own and enjoys watching you do your thing on top of him. When he takes control it's mainly from behind with his hand in your hair pulling your chest to meet him, he likes the reaction this position receives from you.

G = Goofy: Not one to crack jokes during, he takes this time as a serious moment to show you what he's made of, he's putting all his emotions into this and to be honest his emotions are the most jolly so he really has nothing to laugh about.

H = Hair: He takes good care of himself, they are semi naked in the quidditch boys changing rooms constantly so he's learned that the majority of his classmates have their well shaven and has since taken on board the burden of cleaning up his own. He prefers a clean shaven woman, won't turn you down if you're not but is less likely to go down on you.

I = Intimacy: Sometimes he can be romantic, it's not a rare sight but it's harder to come across, when you startle him or pull him aside for a quick session he's definitely the type to whisper sweet nothings into your ear, but when he really needs to get something off his chest and finds you as a hole to fill, he's definitely not going to be telling you how much he loves you - but you know he does love you of course, he'll reassure you of it after.

J = Jack Off: Anywhere, everywhere, dawg gets a hard on when he's stressed so he's constantly bricked up and in need of some release, doesn't normally come to you as it's quite excessive and doesn't want to bother you, even though we both know you'd be down for a few more rounds per day, he's not too sure of it.

K = Kink: He's really into the whole stomach bulge stuff, he places his hand on his lower stomach to make sure he can feel himself as he thrusts into you, something about it just happens to stroke his ego.

L = Location: He has a reputation to uphold so it's a little harder to get him to go anywhere but the safety of his dorm, but when you finally convince him you'll be surprised with the places this man wants to go. One time he took you guys to the great hall after hours and fucked you on the slytherin table, and another while drunk he snuck you both into his enemies dorm and had his way with you on his bed, this man has no limit for where as long as no one finds out.

M = Motivation: Anything and everything, but God does he like to see your ass peaking out from under your skirt or shorts, or the way your nipples poke through your shirt when you're cold, he'd do anything to take you there and then if he could.

N = NO: Not in the manor, nowhere near his parents, if they find out you're both completely and utterly fucked, and not in a good way

O = Oral: He's more a receiver than a giver, head is his favourite thing, he likes to place his thumb on your cheek to feel his dick poking at it, and he likes the way your lips wrap around his cock. He's not at all bad at giving though, he just finds it to be a strenuous activity and it tires out his tongue.

P = Pace: He's a pretty fast guy, fucks like a rabbit and looks like a ferret, amen.

Q = Quickie: Could go for a thousand quickies per day if you asked him to, he likes to pull you aside and into a broom closet when he knows no one is around, but he's more into spending time with you wrapped together under a sheet.

R = Risk: He'll try anything once, as long as it doesn't involve either of you going to the infirmary and having to fill in a form on why you're there, he'll try it.

S = Stamina: He can go for a couple of rounds, but you will both be dripping in sweat by the end of it and in desperate need for a shower, he only goes for more than one if Blaise is staying in someone else's dorm for the night, otherwise the poor dude will have to put up with an aroma of sex while he sleeps.

T = Toy: He's not that into toys but he will incorporate other things like food, ice, his tie to tie you up with or muffle you with, other than that he feels like toys are against him and not with him, and he doesn't like competition.

U = Unfair: He's impatient so he'd rather fuck you once and then tease you after, he's into overstimulation if it's happening to you.

V = Volume: He moans and groans, sometimes even louder than you, and sometimes just for dramatic effect so other people can hear. He loves it when you're loud though, once again stroking his ego.

W = Wild Card: One time he had sex with this girl in front of the fireplace late at night in the common room and someone came in so she hid herself while he just placed a cushion over his dick and called it a day, awkwardly standing up to apologise to the person who had come in and try to explain his predicament but luckily it was just Lorenzo.

X = X-Ray: He's big, somehow very good at hiding it, but he's quite defensive when people make little pp jokes towards him.

Y = Yearning: High sex drive, 'nuff said

Z = ZZZ: He sleeps like a baby afterwards, you will have a hard time waking him up after he's finished for the day and ready to hop off into his dreams, most likely about his parents finding out about his sexual endeavours, if that happens, he'll wake up in a cold sweat and you'll have to do round 3/4 to help calm him down.

#draco malfoy #harry potter #slytherin boys react #slytherin #slytherin boys

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UNDER THE TABLE - DRACO MALFOY x fem!reader

MATURE, Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Exhibitionism, Male!receiving, Mentions of nudity, Sexual touching

SUMMERY: The Slytherin friends had headed to London for the summer and were talking about how many attractive girls had asked for their number, Draco as the only boy within a relationship couldn’t help but try to one up his friends, leading you to find a solution to his immaturity

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Early 2000s time line, Hogwarts Uni.

You and Draco were busy enjoying a meal in London with the rest of the Slytherin friend group, the lot of you had decided to head to London for the summer holidays, staying in the grandest hotel 'The Ritz' and fine dining each night.

You twiddled the spaghetti on your fork blowing on it a couple of times before placing it in your mouth and savouring the taste.

"And then she asked for my number," Mattheo told the table, everyone paying attention to him while enjoying their own meals. "I didn't know what to say, I think we need to purchase phones, boys."

Theo nodded, taking a placing a piece of steak in his mouth and chewing on it. "I agree, how am I supposed to fall in love when they have no way of contacting me at Hogwarts."

Lorenzo placed his hand over his mouth as he ate, biting down on the lobster he had decided to order, classy food for a classy man. "I don't have that issue," he chimed in, swallowing. "I already bought myself one of those flip phones on my first day here."

You spun another load of spaghetti on your fork and looked over to your boyfriend who was just dying to say something.

Draco finally spoke up, a look of eagerness to compete with the boys painted his face. "Many girls asked for my number recently." He boasted.

Theo rolled his eyes and shared a look with Blaise who was too busy devouring the good on his plate. "You have a girlfriend, you should not be happy about that."

Malfoy's face began to heat up, red scattered his expression - you weren't quite sure if it was from anger or embarrassment, but you knew well that he was taken aback by something Theo said. "So what? Girls fawn over me whether I'm single or taken, no much of a big deal.

Your eyes went wide and your eyebrows rose from their previous relaxed position as you looked down into the food on your plate, not wanting to catch the attention of anyone else.

Draco turned his head to look at you, guilt wracked his face as he saw the sad and possibly humiliated expression on yours, he didn't mean for it to sound like that, you were the only one he had eyes for; the boy just couldn't help and challenge his friends.

He leaned his head down so his lips hit your ear, needing to give you reassurance for his mistake. "I didn't mean it in that way, it came out wrong."

You didn't do much, just nodded and swallowed the last forkful of spaghetti before placing your fork on the late and bringing a napkin to your lips to wipe off any remaining sauce.

A bright idea popped into your mind, a smirk crawling on your lips and you stood up from the table, you were sat at a booth so you, Draco and Blaise were all sat alongside the couch, you trapped in the middle of them. Meanwhile Lorenzo, Theo and Mattheo sat opposite you guys in the chairs, Pansy hadn't made it to the dinner that night as she was on a date with some muggle London boy she met a few days prior.

"I'm going to go freshen up in the bathroom." You motioned lifted up the table sheet and crawled under it. Everyone simply just nodded, giving you a single look as you climbed under, you'd already done it before when eating here a few nights ago so they didn't real think much of it, giving you a glance before promptly looking away.

Now if they had paid attention you they would've seen that you didn't come out from under the table and head to the bathroom, but instead moved over so you were kneeling between Draco's legs, him immediately looking down and lifting up the sheet to find you with a smirk on his face.

His eyes went wide and he shook his head, trying to get you out from under there. You gave him an innocent smile, nodding your own head and placing your hands on his knees, rubbing them through his black suit trousers.

If he really wanted to, he could stop you.

He sighed, knowing there was no way of getting you out from under there, he truly wasn't complaining, his favourite sight was you on your knees for him and face covered in his cum, but at times like these when his friends were present and anyone could catch you at the slightest noise either of you made, it was safe to say he was terrified.

Draco gulped when feeling your hands move towards his belt, your fingers fondling with the buckle in hopes to quietly unfasten it without anyone taking notice to the loud jingling from under the table.

You knew you had to be careful with how you positioned yourself, leaning slightly so your ass was just above where Theo's shoes were, assuring you didn't accidentally sit on them and spook him, you had one shot to make this work.

Quietly huffing to yourself you continued to try and undo the belt, your nails tapping along the metal clasp, it was too loud.

You saw an opportunity to quickly and possibly loudly unfasten it when the group erupted into spells of laughter, the sound too explosive for anyone to hear the belt you were trying to pull off.

Draco wasn't too sure of what was going on at the table, his mind fully occupied with what you were planning on doing with him, but he joined the boys, laughing painfully awkwardly before letting out a pleasured sigh when your hand touched his bulge over his boxers.

"You alright mate?" Lorenzo looked over to his friend who was shifting in his seat, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment before answering.

Draco nodded, swallowing the lump in his throat as your hands came in contact with his dick, taking it from his boxers and massaging it couple of times. "Just hit my leg on the table that's all." He hummed.

Theo put his drink down, swallowing what was in his mouth. "Oh that was you? I thought I felt something."

You pursed your lips shut, laughter threatening to spill and you lifted your ass up higher, moving closer in between Draco's legs in hopes of not accidentally touching Theo again.

Ignoring the conversation and what the rest of the group went back to speaking about, you brought your lips to the tip of his dick, spitting on it and pushing the saliva down with your hand, getting him ready for your throat.

Draco coughed to hold back a moan and slouched further into the couch, pushing his legs closer to you do you had a better angle.

You silently thanked him, kissing his tip for gratitude before putting your mouth around it and blowing lightly, you then took his down your throat slightly quicker than you planned, not wanting to stay under there for to long to cause any suspicion to your absence.

Draco swallowed his moans when you started bobbing your head up and down, taking in all of him before popping him out of your mouth and stroking him with your hands.

He bit his lip, gripping the edge of the couch with both his hands as your pace sped up, knowing he wasn't going to last long with you under the table, mouth full with him.

Accidentally he let a moan slip, covering it up with a cough and taking a sip from his drink.

You and Draco had never done anything like this before, sure he'd teased you in public and you the same to him, but neither of you imagined to have the nerve to actually act upon those gentle caresses of each other's skin.

It would be a lie if you said you didn't get jealous when Draco would make tasteless jokes about other women and how desirable he was, you knew his fangirls to be real and you were aware of the rude glares they have you during classes or anytime you were with your boyfriend.

But to actually hear him say that he was proud of the attention made your blood boil, you wanted to be the only one he would ever want or need, and although he knew that to be true, you weren't all to sure if he did.

You placed your mouth back around him, his hand coming down to your head and pushing you down, you tried not to gag as he twitched in your mouth, his hand scrunching up your hair, you'd hoped he hasn't ruined the perfect curls you'd managed to perfect a few hours ago or the makeup that you spent a while on, but if he did, it was totally worth it.

"Y/n's been gone a bit long hasn't she?" Blaise asked, his ringclad fingers holding his glass.

Lorenzo nodded, "women always take long in the bathroom, the last girl I went on a date with never actually came out."

Theo and Mattheo both burst into laughter. "You got stood up?" The Nott boy taunted.

Berkshire shook his head. "No, she was probably sick or something."

"Nah mate, she stood you up and left," Mattheo added, his legs stomping on the ground which threw your focus away from Draco. "Did you have to pay?"

Lorenzo took a moment before speaking. "Well yeah, but-"

The three boys began laughing again, Draco attempting to join in but his head was too fuzzy as he continued to move your head to his own pace.

"You may be a nice guy Enzo," Blaise spoke. "But you're not stupid."

Definitely not stupid, but totally in denial.

You forced your eyes shut as you felt Draco's thighs tense, him bucking up into your face and filling your mouth with his cum.

Pulling yourself back, he let go of your head, breathing out and watching you from above the table as you swallowed his load.

You gave him a closed mouth smile and he looked around the table before nodding, noticing the other three boys mocking Lorenzo for his terrible date.

Placing your arms on the couch, you pulled yourself up and came back to sit at the table, fixing your hair as you did so and wiping away any fallen mascara from your eyes.

You sat back comfortably in your seat, turning to Draco who quickly brought his hand to your face, using his thumb to wipe the corner of your mouth before making sure no one was watching as he placed it in your mouth, making sure you got every drop of him.

"No London girl could satisfy you better than me." You leaned into him, placing your head on his shoulder, watching his hands go down to his trousers and do the back up.

He chuckled to himself and placed a kiss on your head. "Never doubted it."

#draco malfoy #harry potter #slytherin boys react #slytherin #slytherin boys

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MUFFLED - DRACO MALFOY x Fem!reader

MATURE, Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Mentions of nudity, Sexual touching, Sex without a condom

SUMMERY: Draco and you had been too loud sexually on previous occasions so he bought you something surpass a simple silencing spell, and keep you quiet.

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Draco entered the room with a bag of new stuff he had bought only a couple of hours ago from Hogsmede, they'd recently installed a sex shop their which was only open to students of 18+, luckily for Malfoy, that meant him.

You'd told him a couple of days ago about how embarrassing it had been when a couple of Slytherin students had pulled you aside during breakfast to tell you the volume concern during the night when you and Draco were "studying."

Draco of course, hasn't cared for the complaints and comments about the noises that emitted from his room, but you did - so he thought to fix the issue once and for all.

He charged over to where you laid in his bed, placed on your stomach while your legs were bent in the air, you hands flicking the pages of the new magazine you had been given this morning.

You looked up to where your boyfriend stood, a proud smile on his face. Your eyes made their way to the brown, paper bag, looking at Draco one more time before opening it.

Your hand reached in to pull out a rubber looking ball with two leather straps. Your eyes furrowed as you looked back up to Draco, who was standing with his hands in his trouser pockets and a mischievous smile on his face. "What is this?" You held it up with your index finger and thumb.

Draco smirked and sat down on the bed, motioning for you to sit up with him and pass the weird object.

You rolled your eyes and did as silently instructed, handing him his gift while sitting up to face him, you hands pushing your hair out of your face and behind your ears.

"Open." He pulled a tag from the object and outstretched it.

You opened your mouth with a look of confusion, watching him as he put the rubber ball into your mouth while strapping the leather around your head.

You went to say something, trying to let out any noise, your eyes going wide when you couldn't hardly be heard.

"It'll keep you quiet when I fuck you," Draco explained, standing up and unbuttoning his shirt. "Does mean I cant kiss you though."

You felt your heart bounding as you looked at his pale chest. You weren't sure if it was the nerves getting to you or the excitement of this unknown territory.

You watched him as he undid his belt and unzipped his trousers, letting them fall to the ground next to him.

He made his way over to you, leaning over you with his hands either side, causing you to lay down on the bed. "I want you to have a tap out if you want to stop," he thought for a moment before grabbing one of your hands and bringing it to the headboard, he scrunched your fingers into a fist and pushed it to the wood three times. "Knock thrice." He ordered.

You nodded, humming a reply as he let go of your hand, letting it fall back down onto the comfort of the sheets before going over to your dress and inching it up your thighs to reveal your underwear.

"Is this ok?" He looked up at you with a look of concern.

You hummed louder than before to ensure that he knew, throwing your thumb up to make sure he understood what you were trying to vocalise.

He nodded and placed a finger to your underwear, letting his long digit slide softly against the wet fabric. "So wet for me," he placed a kiss on your thigh. "Does the gag get you off?"

You moaned into the material in your mouth and nodded, your chest heaving in desperation for his touch.

He removed his boxers, revealing his erected dick and allowed it to sit on your stomach.

You threw your head back at the thought of him inside of you.

Draco tapped the side of your ass, causing you to lift it off of the sheets so we could remove your underwear, bending your legs as he slid your panties down them before throwing them on the ground.

He allowed his thumb to rub soft circles on your clit before grabbing your waist and turning you around so you were now laying on your stomach, your ass towards him while your back arched.

"Knock." He demanded, making sure that you could still complete the safe action.

You did as he said and forced your hand to the wood of the headboard and knocked three times.

He smirked, rubbing a hand on your ass. "Good girl."

He gave you no time to think before thrusting his dick inside of you, he placed a hand on your back to push you down further into the bed, your head tilted to the side so you could still breath, he sped up his pace.

You moaned loudly into the gag, your hair falling into you face as you listened to the sound of his lower abdomen hitting your ass with force.

Draco lifted his hand from your ass before bringing it back down harshly and slapping it hard. Your body bucked into his at the sensation as you let out a loud squeal.

he smirked, letting out a chuckle while trying to drown his own moans.

Bringing a hand to your head, he grabbed a fistful of hair, pulling from your roots and forcing your head to meet his chest, his thrusts managing to meet a deeper part of you which caused you to let out tiresome moans.

You could feel yourself becoming brainless as he fucked you, his hand reaching to your best and massaging one of your tits, before pinching the nipple of the other.

You gasped at the feeling, not wanting this moment to end, you were sure the whole school would've heard you if you hadn't had the gag on.

And Draco thought so too.

He unclasped the buckle from the back, watching as it fell from your mouth, a string of saliva attached to it.

You went to let out a whimper when Draco used the same hand to plunge two fingers into your mouth, them hitting the back of your throat and causing you to gag at the sensation.

Your legs buckled as you moaned around his fingers, his dick twitching inside of you as he imagined your lips around him instead of his fingers.

You hummed against his fingers, one of your hand meeting his thigh and scratching along it in desperate need of something to help keep your balance.

Draco moaned at the feeling, burying his head in your hair and letting his sweat-covered forehead fall on your shoulder. "Cum, cum around my dick," his mouth fell open, his thrusts slowing down for a second before speeding up again. "Show me how good I make you feel."

You abided by his words and arched your back further, your eyes clamping shut as your body shook around him, a scream leaving your lips and falling onto his fingers.

Draco let go of your hair, allowing your body to fall back down on the bed as he continued to fuck you.

You moaned at the feeling as he filled you up, his dick twitching inside of you as he bucked his hips a couple more times.

He fell down on the bed beside you, turning your body over to face him. "I think it was worth the purchase," he admitted breathlessly. "But I prefer when you're screaming my name."

#draco malfoy #harry potter #slytherin boys react #slytherin #slytherin boys

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THE SLYTHERIN BOYS REACT TO YOU GIVING THEM A HICKEY

MATURE

SLIGHTLY PROOFREAD

DRACO

-Hides it immediately since he doesn't want teachers seeing and telling his parents"

-"Why are you pouting? I need it gone"

-Feels a tiny bit bad for getting rid of your art

-Gives you other, more secretive places to put some

-"My body is your canvas"

THEO

-"Damn, what am I? A common whore?"

-Flexes while looking at it in the mirror

-"I have to give you one so we can match"

-Always tilting his head so everyone can see your creation

-"McGonagal saw it and gave me detention"

BLAISE

-Literally loves it so much

-Only hides it when teachers are around

-Shows it off to anyone he's near

-"You need one as well, everyone will know you're mine if we match"

-Gets sad when it starts to fade

-"Give me another"

MATTHEO

-Asks for more immediately

-If he has a phone, he would take so many pictures showing it

-"You claimed me"

-Shows it off to the boys and tries to make them jealous

-"Yeah well at least my partner wants everyone to know i'm theirs"

LORENZO

-Gets out of the shower and notices it

-"Y/n! I have to go see the boys with this on my neck!"

-"It's not funny! Fix it"

-Sits still as you put concealer on it

-Thanks you afterwards, "you can leave some in places no one will see"

TOM

-"Cover it up right now"

-Likes it but would never tell you

-"I'm supposed to mark you, not the other way round"

-Sits impatiently as you try to cover it

-Ends is using magic to get rid of it

-"Don't ever do that again"

#blaise zabini #draco malfoy #harry potter #lorenzo berkshire #slytherin boys react #theodore nott #tom riddle #slytherin #slytherin boys

[shockinglyangel]

THE SLYTHERIN BOYS REACT TO YOU GIVING THEM HEAD

MATURE

DRACO

-Prefers to lay down

-Holding your hair in a makeshift ponytail

-"You're so good to me"

-His favourite thing

-"Take all of me"

-Likes it when you gag

THEO

-He's rough rough

-You will end up with a sore throat

-Makes sure you swallow

-Pulls your hair

-"Look so pretty with your lips wrapped around me"

BLAISE

-He's loud

-Wants to finish on your face

-Prefers to give but he likes to receive

-More of a quickie for him

-"Look at me when i fuck your throat"

MATTHEO

-Chokes you

-Picks his own pace

-Has the back of your throat bruised

-"Swallow"

-Favourite thing when he's mad/angry

LORENZO

-Lets you have control but will push your head down

-Whimpers

-Repays your favour afterwards

-Would kiss you after you swallow (he's so king!)

-"Look so good on your knees for me"

TOM

-"Knees now, let me use that pretty mouth"

-Head pusher 100%

-Also picks his own pace

-You'll have bruises on your knees after

-Expects it every time you guys have sexy time

#blaise zabini #draco malfoy #harry potter #lorenzo berkshire #slytherin boys react #theodore nott #tom riddle #slytherin #slytherin boys

[shockinglyangel]

HOW THE SLYTHERIN BOYS ARE IN BED

MATURE

NOT PROOFREAD

DRACO

- Was a virgin before he met you

- Aggressive top, soft bottom

- Skilful hands!

- He's very good at kissing both your lips

- Hair grabbed (make sure to glue your wig down)

- Into pain, but only if it's done to you <3

- BIGGG on eye contact

- "Look at me when I fuck you"

THEO

- Down for whatever, whenever

- Holds your hand during

- Super slay aftercare

- Pretty aggressive but will tone it down if he notices you don't like it

- He's as much of a receiver as he is a giver

- Enjoys watching you crumble beneath him as it's an ego boost for his already inflated ego

- Experienced

BLAISE

- Quick, speedy, zoom

- Into the taboo

- Such a giver but doesn't complain if you want him to receive

- Secret about his sexual endeavours so it'll most likely be in a private place

- After Quidditch in the changing room is the only exception

- Find you want to please him very attractive but will most likely turn it down so he can please you

MATTHEO

- Much rather receive but he's totally fine with giving

- Is highly experimental, out of everyone you're not likely to die while having sex with him!

- Pretty rough

- Impressive rhythm

- Not too keen on silence and will most likely have some sort of song on (based on the era, that will be so funny so have fun getting down to Elton John)

- Verrrry spicy

- Will definitely deny you that sweet sweet release and then leave!

LORENZO

- MUNCHHH

- Would spend hours, days, weeks, months down there if he could

- He is a starved man

- Loves when you take control

- HE KNOWS WHAT HE'S DOING

- If cameras exist you'd have a lot of whimpering audios iykwim

- Worships your body very single time

- can go multiple rounds

- aftercare is top tier

TOM

- Rough.

- Will literally go until he are both physically exhausted

- his mass of stamina is slightly concerning

- Cares more about his down pleasure (L for you)

- Isn't much of a giver, would happily receive though

- Morning sex, celebration sex, angry sex, make up sex, happy sex (rare), sad sex - i think you get it

- thinks sex is the solution to everything

#blaise zabini #draco malfoy #harry potter #lorenzo berkshire #slytherin boys react #theodore nott #tom riddle #slytherin #slytherin boys