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First Time? ~ Poly!Slytherins x Reader

pairings: Theo Nott x Pansy Parkinson x Draco Malfoy x inexperienced!fem!reader

summary: Reader is caught up in her feelings for multiple of the Slytherins. At a party they find out that y/n has never had her first kiss. College AU, all charcaters are AGED UP.

warnings: foursome, threesome, innocent reader, virgin reader, lots and lots of smut, 18 + only, rimming, oral (f recieving), anal, piv, fingering, face sitting, dirty talk, etc.

a/n: This is lwk just smut without too much of a plot so do with that what you will.

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"Psst, y/n, do you have a quil?"

You grit your teeth at the sound of Draco's voice in your ear. It was double potions and the two of you were desk mates, much to your despair. But Draco had insisted since the first day that he sit next to you.

"Y/n? Did you hear me?" Draco whispered, nudging you with his shoulder gently. You kept your eyes on the professor, not looking at the aggravating boy next to you.

"I don't have a quil, Draco. Listen to the lecture." Draco was one of your closest friends. But Godric, he could be annoying. You were just trying to pass this class.

"Merlin, alright then. Get your wand out of your arse." He sneered.

A few moments passed, you continued to take notes diligently. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Draco's gray eyes on you. He alwasy seemed to be watching you these days. You weren't quite sure what to think of it.

You could feel your neck grow hot as Draco watched you. He was clearly paying no attention to the class whatsoever. No wonder it was his worst subject.

"Draco?" You asked softly, still not looking him.

He shook himself slightly, perhaps he had lost himself and zoned out. "Yes?"

"Can you please stop staring at me? It's distracting."

You pretended to keep taking notes, but you could see a slight flush grow on Draco's pale skin as he frowned at you.

"I wasn't staring." He said, protectively.

You smirked. "Okay then."

Draco rolled his eyes, snatching the long feather quil from your hand easily. You watched helplessly as he started doodling all over his parchement.

When the class ended, you left quickly, not wanting to endure more of Draco's teasing. And you certainly didn't want to face whatever was going on between the two of you.

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It was midnight. You and Pansy Parkinson, your roomate, were laying on her bed and talking. This was something the two of you did often, gossiping and talking about your worries. And tonight was no different.

Pansy flipped a page in the magazine she was reading, Witch Weekly. You watch as she licks her finger before turning the page, feeling weirdly warm.

She looks up at you, "Have you finished the assignment for Snape yet?"

You groan, "Don't remind me." The greasy black-haired professor had assigned a 20-page research paper on love potions. Maybe you would feel better about it if Draco hadn't been bothering you so much during lessons lately. "Draco won't leave me alone. It's so hard to focus."

Pansy arched an elegant eyebrow, looking down at her magazine again. "Something going on between you two?" She asked evenly.

You shake your head. "What? No, of course not."

She gazed up at you, her green eyes gleaming in the dim light of your dorm room. You gulped, your eyes traveling down to Pansy's low-cut tank top, which revealed quite a lot of her breasts. She considered you for a second. "Hmm, alright then."

You sigh, plopping down next to her and staring up at the star-speckled ceiling. You felt Pansy reach down to stroke your hair gently, tucking a strand behind your ear thoughtlessly. You repressed a shiver at her touch.

What was wrong with you lately? Everyone's acting normal, it's me that's being weird, you think. You look over at Pansy again, admiring the way her short black hair fell around her face, her slightly parted lips. You felt your eyes close wearily, falling asleep to the image of your beautiful roomate.

Morning light streams through your window, waking you up. You lift your head slightly, glancing around for Pansy. You deflate sightly when you can't find her.

"G'morning sleepy head!" You sit up groggily, blinking at Pansy. She stood in front of the full-length mirror that was propped against your dorm wall, pulling on her usual boots.

"Morning." You say.

She grins at you. "Get up! Breakfast is almost over. And later, we party!"

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There was a certain gleam in Pansy's eyes that night, as you both got ready for the Slytherin party, that told you she knew something you didn't. And it was driving you mad.

"I don't know what to wear." You say, standing infront of your roomate in a bra and panties. It was not weird for either of you to be half-naked around the other, although it sometimes made you feel all hot and achy. But you'd learned to ignore that.

Pansy examined you, thinking to herself. "You can borrow one of my dresses." She dug around in her closet before throwing a black dress at you.

You held it up. It looked small. But maybe it was stretchy. When you tried it on, you realised the back of the dress barely covered your ass. And the neckline displayed much more of your breasts than you thought was particularily decent. "Uhm, Pansy? Are you sure this isn't a shirt?"

Pansy laughed, coming over to fix one of the straps. "Don't be silly. It looks good on you."

You looked in the mirror again, desperately trying to pull the hem of the dress down over your exposed thighs. It didn't work.

Pansy hurried you out the door, into the already loud Slytherin common room. You almost tripped on the shoes she had given you. You felt extremely uncomfortable, but was just happy to be with Pansy. No one seemed to be paying you any mind, however.

Except for Theo.

You could feel his eyes on you as you started dancing with Pansy, the dark green lights casting his figure in shadows. He stood with Draco, his hand around a cup of what must be fire whiskey. You ignored him, shaking your hips in rythym with Pansy's.

It went on like that for a while. Some of your friends came up to you and told you how good you looked. Regulus even complimented you. You were starting to relax and just enjoy yourself. You closed your eyes, throwing your head back and dancing to the techno song that was blasting. That was when you felt something warm and stiff press against your back.

You turned around with a jolt. It was Theo. His eyes danced up and down your body, resting on your exposed cleavage. He smirked at you, "Isn't that dress a little short? Are you looking for trouble, y/n?"

You scowled. Theo had been trying to sleep with you for months. Everyone knew he had a thing for you. But you had always turned him down. Not becuase you didn't want to. But with everything going on with Draco and Pansy...it was all to much for one girl to take.

You looked up at him, Merlin he was tall. Your chin came up to his chest and your neck hurt from just looking at him. He grinned down at you. "Only kidding, y/n. Don't get your panties in a knot. Unless it's a Theo Nott."

You cringed at the play on his last name. "Fuck off, Theo." You hit him playfully.

His eyes gleamed. "Enjoying yourself? Sure looks like Pansy is." He gestured towards Pansy, who had apparently clambered on to the table and started dancing.

"Shit. She's probably had too much to drink. I should get her." You started towards the table and the curvy figure that was Pansy. But Theo's hand tightened around your wrist, holding you back. You turned around to look at him angrily. "Let me go, Theo. She could hurt herself."

He smirked. "Relax, she's just having fun. And she hasn't had anything to drink. We made sure of that." He held out his cup, which upon closer inspection, was not fire whiskey. It looked like pumpkin juice.

You furrowed your brow at him. "What are you on about?"

Before he could respond, you felt another figure press up against your back, the pressure steadying you. Your head was spinning, the music was blasting in your ears, and clearlyy there was something going on you didn't know about. You turned around, coming face to face with Draco Malfoy.

Well, more like face to neck. As the boy was also extremely tall, though not as tall as Theo. And certainly not as muscular. Not that that made him less attractive, you thought, admiring his taught muscles and slender build. You shook yourself. What were you thinking? Had you gone mad?

Draco smiled at you. "Hello, y/n. Having fun?"

"Well, yes. But Pansy-" You gestured towards the table again. But Pansy wasn't there anymore.

"What about me?"

You spun wildly. Pansy had appeared behind you. You realised the three Slytherins formed a sort of triangle around you, boxing you in. The music seemed to dim in your mind, your thoughts became sharper. And the faces of the Slytherins around you were all you could focus on.

"Are you drunk?" You asked Pansy.

She smiled at you, her eyes steady. "Not at all. Come, it's time for spin the bottle." The three of them pushed you forward, the heat of their bodies making you painfully aware of yourself, sandwiched between your attractive peers.

The four of you took a seat in the corner, where a somewhat large circle had already been forming. Blaise Zabini pulled out an empty bottle of Butterbear and placed it in the middle of the circle. He started forward before Theo cut him off.

"I'll go first, Zabini." Blaise rolled his eyes. Theo spun the bottle, his eyes trained on you the whole time, smiling slightly. When the bottle came to rest on you, it came as no surprise. Theo stood before you, offering one large hand to you. You took it and he pulled you off the floor with apparent ease and surprising gentleness.

He smirked at you, taking your chin between his hand, smoothing his thumb over your jaw. He leaned forward and you watched him, stunned. Your heart was racing and everything felt like it was going in slow motion. You could feel the heat of his breath on your face, he smelled like mint and warmth. Just before Theo's lips met yours, you turned away and ran. You didn't look back but you could hear the jeers of the other Slytherins.

Back in your dorm, you sat on your bed trying to breathe. You weren't sure what had happened. Just that suddenly you panicked. Your fight-or-flight kicked in and you chose flight. You burried your face in your pillow. Why were you like this?

After what could have been minutes or hours, you weren't sure, you felt a soft hand rest on the small of your back. You turned your face to see Pansy Parkinson, sitting on the bed next to you.

"I didn't hear you come in." You said, your voice rasping a little. Then your eyes shifted from Pansy's face to the other two figures standing in the room.

Draco and Theo.

"Are you okay?" Asked Draco, looking worried.

"Yeah I'm fine. Sorry I left."

Theo shook his head, "Look, y/n, I'm sorry if I crossed a line. I shouldn't have been so pushy-"

"No! It's just that well," You cleared your throat, feeling suddenly very awkward. "Uhm, I've never had my first kiss."

Draco arched an eyebrow at you, "Merlin, y/n, if that's all that was bothering you...well you could have told us."

You clutched the pillow to your chest. "Well that's not all I guess. But I feel weird lately. And I'm not sure how to explain it."

"Weird..?" Asked Pansy, staring at you.

You blushed furiously, "Weird, like all bothered. Around you." She looked at Pansy, then shiftfed her eyes to Draco. Then finally, to Theo.

The three of them exchanged looks, smirking. Pansy got on all fours on the bed, her cleavage on full display for you. "Well, is that so?" She smiled, her green eyes flashing almost hungrily. "You know, one of us could kiss you. If it's such a big deal to you."

"What? Really?" You looked around at all of them.

Draco shrugged. "Sure, I mean it's just a kiss, right?" He smiled at you.

"Yeah. Just a kiss." You said, breathing shakily. You felt more calm. It was easier here, in your dorm. And you felt oddly comfortable around the others.

Pansy scooted next to you on the bed, "So, which one of us do you want to do it?" You considered. Pansy was your best friend, so you didn't want to make things weird, although it was practically too late for that. And you had always thought about kissing her, even if you didn't quite realise it.

Then you looked at Draco, still smiling softly at you. He looked like an angel with his blonde hair and pale skin. You thougth about the way he teased you in class, the way that always made you feel. All hot and confused. You'd like to kiss him.

And Theo...there were too many choices. You felt almost overwhelmed. You tried to speak, but couldn't. You cleared your throat, trying again. "I-I don't know. I can't choose." You looked at Pansy, flustered.

She smiled at you, "It's okay, love." She toucehd your face lightly, shifting so now she was in front of you rather than next to you. "Why don't I kiss you?"

You nodded, feeling almost small. Looking at her lips, so perfect and pink, you wanted her to kiss you. Her green eyes closed and she cupped your jaw with her hand, almost as Theo had done earlier. Her soft lips met yours, slowly moving against your face. Pansy smiled against your lips, careful and methodic in her movements. You made a noise as she slipped her tongue into your mouth and heard a quiet "fuck" from one of the boys. She reached up to twine a lock of your hair around her finger. Her tongue grazed your teeth lightly, teasing you. When Pansy decided this was enough for you, she pulled away gently. You didn't open your eyes, following her lips. She laughed.

"Eager are we?" She giggled. You looked over at the boys. They seemed starstruck with the show. You didn't say anything, your face was burning and your thighs were starting to ache.

"'Something wrong, y/n?" Theo asked, bending down to look at you closely.

You shook your head. Not knowing how to describe what you were feeling. Pansy cooed at you, "Aww, boys I think she's starting to feel needy." You looked at her confusedly, not knowing what she meant.

Theo looked at Draco, smiling. "If that was your first kiss, y/n, I assume you've never been fucked?"

You shook your head again. You didn't know where this was going, just that it was making you very wet.

"Would you like to be?" He asked. "Would you like us to take care of you?" You looked up at the boy, he was smiling with a mix of kindness and devilishness.

You seemed incapable of words, but you nodded. You wanted this, you wanted them.

Pansy tutted at you, "Use your words, darling. Or we can't help you out."

You swallowed. "I want you to, uhm," You looked around at the three of them. Pansy smiled encouragingly at you, her hand laying on your thigh. "I want you to fuck me. All of you."

Shivers of excitement seemed to run down all of them and suddenly Theo was next to you, grabbing you face and turning it towards him. "You have no idea how long we've been waiting for this," he breathed. He kissed you, hot and furiously. He was almost sloppy, not as meticulous as Pansy had been, but you enjoyed it. You could feel his want in the way he moved, how he angled his face to best fit yours. He was all teeth and tongue and lust and your thighs grew impossibly warmer. You moaned. Theo pulled away, smirking slightly.

"Pansy, Draco," He said, "Why don't you help our girl with her little situation." The two nodded eagerly. Slipping their hand under your dress and pulling it gently over your head. You lay on the bed now in only your bra and panties. You felt all of their eyes on you, including Pansy's. But it felt different this time. It wasn't just the comfortable indifference shared between roomates, Pansy wanted you. Your face pinked and Draco slipped a hand under your panties, looking into your eyes for permission to continue. You nodded desperately, they were getting you worked up.

Theo continued kissing you, more intensly this time. Draco swipped a finger across your dripping slit quickly and you shuddered from the unexpected contact.

"Look how wet she is already." He smirked. Pansy leaned over and took his fingers into her mouth, sucking on them. Watching the way they all looked at each other, their synchronized movements, it occured to you that this was most likely not the first time they had done something together.

You felt proud and flustered that they would want to include you in this. Theo moved from your lips to your neck, sucking and biting on the soft vulnerable skin. Pansy and Draco slipped off your panties, pulling them off your legs. Pansy laid down and licked a stripe up your cunt, teasing your clit with the end of her tongue.

You moaned loudly, it felt so good.

"She's a loud one, huh?" Said Pansy, looking at the other two. "Well unfortunately sweetheart, as much as I'd like to hear your pretty moans, if you're gonna be that loud we need to do something about it. After all, these walls are too thin. Someone might hear."

Draco smirked, "That just makes it more exciting, don't you think?"

Pansy scoffed, "Maybe for you. I'm not trying to get caught fucking my roomate and you two goones."

You moaned loudly at a particularly hard nip from Theo, wanting the attention back on you. Pansy laughed and shoved your wet panties into your mouth, filling your nose with your own scent.

Pansy went down on you again, admiring the view she had waited so long to see. She stuck her tongue out, gently teasing your soaking entrance. You looked up at Draco, and saw he had unbuckled his pants and was already furiously working his length with his hand at the erotic sight. Theo started tugging at your bra, not being bothered to unclasp it he simply ripped it off you, throwing it onto the floor. He began kissing his way down your breasts, latching on to one of your nipples and sucking gently.

Meanwhile, Pansy was nose deep in your cunt, moaning into your heat and sending vibrations up your body. She was good at this, it defenitely wasn't her first time. Her nose bumped against your clit, stimulating you while her tongue explored your hole. She wiggled it around your walls and you felt yourself clench around the warm muscle.

"Does her pussy taste good, Pans?" Asked Draco, still pumping his cock.

Pansy groaned again into your heat, nodding slightly. You yourself get tight, practically grinding against your roomates face. You desperately wanted more friction. Theo bit your nipple slightly, changing to the other bud and sucking on it while he rolled the other one around in his fingers. Your body shook in pleasure, your hips moving in fast cricles on Pansy's face.

Draco was moving his hand faster than ever. "Thats it, baby, come on Pansy's face."

Pansy lapped between your folds, moving to pay special attention to your clit. She slid a finger into you and worked your tight hole. You gasped into your panties, muffling your moans in the fabric as you felt yourself orgasm on Pansy's mouth. She kept licking you, cleaning up your dripping mess and helping you ride through your high.

When you looked over at Draco, you saw he had came as well. Pansy licked her lips. "You are delicious, y/n," She smiled, removing the wet panties from your mouth.

"Give me a taste." Theo leaned forward to lock lips with her, groaning into the kiss and reaching down to palm his cock through his jeans. They made out passionately for a second before breaking apart. "You're right Pans," He said, smiling. "She is delicious."

Draco moved forward and joined the three of them, their lips connecting in a hot three-way kiss. Theo reached up to grab one of Pansy's tits and massaged it. You watched them, feeling yourself blush and feeling heat pool into your already sensetive cunt. You whined, shifting on the mattress. You still wanted more.

Pansy laughed, breaking away from the boys. "Look, our girl is still wet and needy. How about you let mommy sit on your face while Theo and Draco use your holes?" You nodded eagerly, wanting to taste Pansy.

The three Slytherins shrugged off their clothes, and you admired their bodies hungrily. Pansy was slender and had smaller breasts than you, but her ass looked like it had been sculpted by Merlin himself. Theo and Draco...they were just as perfect. Tall and muscular. It was almost too much for you. Theo snaked his arms behind your thighs, positioning you at the end of the bed, he lifted your legs up and bent them over his arms.

His lip curled, "Good thing our girl is flexible, otherwise I'm not sure how we'd both fit."

Pansy moved so she was facing the boys, her heat hovering above your face. "I want to watch while they fuck you," she said. "Just tap my thigh if you want to stop, okay?"

In response, you grabbed her thighs and pushed her down onto your face, sticking your tongue out and lapping at her pussy immediately. She tasted better than you could have imagined. Soft moans came from her mouth as she began gringing her hips onto your face. You started thrusting your tongue up into her entrance, pulling small whimpers from her.

You could feel the tip of Theo's cock tease your entrance, you were already impossibly wet again. Draco's fingers reached to swipe some of your wetness, rubbing it around your tiny hole. He slipped a finger into your ass, making you moan into Pansy's heat. The vibrations on her clit made her shudder in pleasure. Simultaneously, you felt both Theo and Draco's lengths slide easily into your holes. It only hurt for a second before they filled you up, giving you more pleasure than you'd ever thought possible.

Your movements with your tongue on Pansy's pussy became sloppy as the boy's thrusts overtook you. You felt Theo's cock press against your g-spot in perfect rythym. Pansy leaned down to rub your clit, still moaning as she pressed her hips down onto your face. You reached up a hand to cup her breast, twisting one of her sensetive buds. This was all she needed to come all over your face, riding out her high gently. It wasn't long after before you and the other boys came as well.

The four of you lay on the bed, breathing heavily. They had already been so many of your firsts and they definitely wouldn't be your last.

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sommerregenjuniluft · 3 months

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@hpsaffics feb 3 - time loop - 1117words

aka fem bartylus in their bonnie and damon from season 5 of vampire diaries arc (i made myself cry with this but also i'm on my period so who knows ksfjf)

“Hey, look,” Barty says, her head popping up over one of the grocery store shelves, “The small, pickled corn cobs you like so much are on Sale.”

Regulus doesn’t have to look up to see the shit eating grin stretching her lips as she holds up the jars of pickled corn with the impossible to miss, red SALE stickers that have been there for every single day of the past 3 months. She simply rolls her eyes and turns to grab an OJ out of the cooler, like she does every Saturday morning. Regulus believes in keeping a weekly and daily schedule in favor of not going insane, thanks a lot.

There’s a noise across the empty store that sounds like Barty put two of the jars into the shopping cart.

Regulus sniffs, ignoring the flutter in her stomach as well as the sting deep inside her ribcage.

She goes about filling her own cart methodically, absentmindedly listening to Barty mucking about wherever she is. Humming under her breath, bags crinkling, the sounds of the cart clinking against stuff. Barty has great spatial awareness in any situation except for the grocery store.

Regulus still feels last weekend in the tender bruises along her Achillies heel. If bruises stayed that long she’d have enough evidence from a year ago to build a real case. They do not, however, so Regulus is just left with the knowledge of it and that hollow feeling in her chest like someone had a big scoop and Regulus’ heart was a tub of Ben & Jerries.

She continues down the aisle in a bit of a daze. Eggs, oatmilk, protein bars, Earl Grey, Spaghetti and Fusilli because Barty is a fussy shithead that won’t eat other forms of pasta.

They meet again in the snack aisle, Regulus rounding the corner and finding Barty curled over her cart, studying the back of a honey puffs packet.

She’s gnawing on her bottom lips, rosy mouth pursed to the side and the line between her eyebrows deep and pulled low beneath her fringe and Regulus watches some of the longer brown hair slip over her shoulder and to the front. The round muscle is bare, freckled, and so are her arms because last week Barty made it her mission to go through Evan’s closet and cut off the sleeves of his every one of his t-shirts.

Regulus had been furious.

She misses him desperately. Pandora and Sirius, too. The very first night she’d slept in her best friend’s bed, clad in one of Sirius’ softest shirts. Regulus doesn’t remember a time she’d wept herself to sleep so harshly.

Barty had come and gotten her after 32 hours of refusing to leave the room and dragged her into a shower before plopping her down on one of the kitchen bar stools and making pancakes for her. Whipped cream and blueberries on the side. And then she’d left to go wherever it is she goes every single morning after breakfast until she’s returning for lunch.

She slips the strand of silky straight hair behind her ear now and then glances up when Regulus advances farther into the aisle.

Their eyes meet for a moment, mint and blue gray, clashing, getting caught in each other. Hooks sinking in, ripping at the entangled spots, and when Regulus finds it in herself to break away she feels raw. Chafed. A hotly throbbing ache. Burning.

Regulus looks around in the shelves but she isn’t really seeing any of the things. It takes a moment and then she’s taken aback when she genuinely can’t find the Ritter Sports party mix. It should be right in front of her, nestled between the Kinder stuff and the no name rows of chocolate bars. There’s an empty space on the shelf where they should sit and Regulus blinks at that spot in confusion.

Before she can do more about it the cold metal of a shopping cart grazes Regulus’ naked calf, jolting her and making her look up at Barty where she’s come closer, still lazily draped over the handle of her cart, now sporting an amused expression.

Her smirk is horribly smug and sitting a little lopsided on her unfairly beautiful face, “Lookin’ for something, Black?”

Regulus opens her mouth to respond but then Barty props her chin in one of her palms and cocks her head at an exaggerated angle, pointedly letting her gaze wander over the shelf Regulus is standing in front of numbly. And then up.

Regulus blinks again and then follows her line of sight automatically. She sweeps her gaze back around and up and then spots the chocolates where they’re perched on the very top of the shelf. Neatly set up over the row of Reezes there.

All the way up there and impossible for Regulus to reach.

Her favorite chocolates.

Barty had taken the time to put every last of Regulus’ favorite chocolates on the top of that shelf with such care for order she’s never once applied to their pantry in the months they’d lived together back when they were a couple.

Regulus feels her browns knit, eyes burning with anger and when she looks over she watches the smile on Barty’s face turn wider. That’s about all Regulus is able to take.

Her chin starts crinkling and she feels her lips start to wobble despite the way she’s biting down on the inside of her lower one hard enough to draw blood. There’s nothing Regulus can do against the tears shooting into her eyes and the way her throat starts to clog up before, pathetically, a single sob escapes her.

And then she’s crying. Full on, shoulders shaking with it and Barty’s smile falls.

She looks properly panicked and the cart gets shoved to the side, colliding loudly with the opposite shelf, and then she’s there to pull Regulus into a hug.

Her head hangs uselessly as she weeps into the crook of Barty’s arm and chest, deep heaving sobs as Barty cradles her head and holds her tight by the shoulders.

“Hey, hey,” Barty mumbles, voice strained, “I’m sorry, Reg, I’m sorry. I’ll get them back down.”

Regulus uselessly ruts her face into the naked skin, tasting salty shame in the corners of her lips.

“Every single one of them, I’ll get them all down, baby. I’m sorry,” she whispers, breath hot on the crown of Regulus curls.

Regulus finds her hands fisted into the material of Barty’s shirt, clutching at it numbly while she tries to swallow the sobs, “I hate you.”

Barty nods above her, “I know, baby,” and if Regulus didn’t know any better she'd think she hears shame and regret mixed into the words. “I know.”

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