author's note: everyone say thank you to my love @writingsbychlo for fueling my delusions. constantly spamming her with my ideas because i have no self control when it comes to this man. there’s just something about theo fighting that makes me absolutely feral but i’ll hush now before i spoil it 🤭
Theodore. Fucking. Nott.
Those three words fueled your rampage as you marched across the quidditch pitch. The audacity of that cocky, arrogant, silver tongued Slytherin knew no bounds. For years, you tolerated the pompous prick and the rivalry between you, but today he had finally gone too far.
You cleared the field in less than a minute, passing by confused players as you angrily seethed. You spotted a shock of familiar platinum blonde hair and walked right up to Draco Malfoy.
“Where the hell is he?”
He chuckled, perfectly aware of your longstanding enmity with his closest friend. “What’s he done this time?”
“Where. Is. He?” you repeated through gritted teeth. “Don’t make me ask again, Malfoy.”
The blonde paled several shades when he saw the fire burning in your gaze. “Locker rooms. I wouldn’t go in there, Y/N. They’re still shower—“ Draco sighed as you brushed past him. “Whatever, it’s your funeral.”
The locker rooms were steamy, the heat and humidity clinging to your school uniform as you stalked through the aisles. The Slytherin players startled when they spotted you amongst their midst.
“Well, well, well,” Mattheo drawled as he leaned against the wall. A towel hung dangerously low on his hips and he smirked when your eyes flickered over his body. “What do we have here? A sweet little Hufflepuff marching straight into the viper’s den.”
“Where the fuck is he, Riddle?”
Mattheo grinned lazily. “You’re going to have to be more specific than that, sweetheart.”
“You know exactly who I’m talking about. Your arrogant prick of a friend who sent my fucking date to the hospital wing!”
Before you went to sleep last night, you had done so with a grin on your face after a wonderful date with Alec Stone at the Three Broomsticks, but then you arrived at breakfast this morning with no Alec in sight and the rumor mill rampant with talks of Theo pummeling some poor Ravenclaw in the courtyard.
You were going to kill him.
“Sorry, love. Doesn’t ring a bell.”
You frowned, purposely bumping against Mattheo as you walked further down the dimly lit aisle. In your trail for vengeance, you ran into a very flustered looking Enzo who yelped as he sought to cover his very naked torso.
“Y/N,” Enzo said, hastily wrapping a towel around his waist. “What are you doing in the locker rooms?”
Behind him, the sound of the shower running echoed against the marble tiles. “Is he in there?”
Berkshire’s face fell. “You heard about the fight?”
“It wasn’t a fight,” you said angrily. “He pummeled Alec so badly that he’s currently in the hospital wing with a concussion and several broken bones.”
“Just hear him out, okay?”
Your eyes nearly bugged out of your head. “Hear him out? Your precious Theodore beat the absolute shit out of my date and you want me to hear him out? For what? What reason could Theo possibly have for doing what he did to Alec? He couldn’t stand to see me have fun for two fucking seconds? This is low even for him and you know it, Enzo.”
“You don’t know the whole story, Y/N.”
“Well then please point me in the right direction so I can hear from the arsehole himself.”
“He’s in there,” Enzo said, pointing to the shower stalls. “But I’m warning you, Y/N. He’s in a proper foul mood.”
You huffed. “That makes two of us.”
The steam from the showers rose up like a malevolent fog, curling around your feet as you stormed through the stalls. You found him in the farthest corner, water trickling down his back as he faced the tiled wall. His body language was tense, like a serpent preparing to strike. A crimson trail swirled against the marble as blood dripped from Theo’s bruised knuckles. The sight of it incensed you.
“What the hell is wrong with you?”
Theo whipped his head towards your direction, his dark curls plastered against his cheek. Those watercolor eyes were stormy, the blues and greens flickering with anger as he met your gaze.
“You shouldn’t be here,” he said dismissively.
“Bullshit!” You countered, stepping further into the stall. The steam barely covered Theo’s naked form, but you weren’t about to let that deter you from demanding answers. “You owe me a fucking explanation.”
“For what?”
“For what?” you repeated incredulously. “You beat Alec within an inch of his life and that’s all you have to say for yourself? Honestly Theodore, have you gone absolutely mental?”
“He deserved it.”
“Why? Because he took me out on a date? Because you couldn’t stand to let me have this one thing? You absolutely loathe the idea of me being even remotely happy, don’t you?”
Theo clenched his fists as his jaw twitched in anger. “No. I loathe the idea of that miserable excuse of a human being breathing the same air as you.”
“So you beat him to a bloody pulp?”
His voice was cold and icy, cutting through you like glass. “He’s lucky I didn’t do worse.”
“What do you have against Alec?” You moved closer to Theo, closing the gap as you poked his chest. The shower streamed over the both of you, blurring your vision. The water was hot against your skin, but it paled against the heat of your own anger. “What did he ever do to you, Theo?”
Theo gripped your wrist. You were vaguely aware of his nakedness, but he made no move to hide it and you were too furious to even care. “Don’t say his name. I can’t bear to hear you say it after what he said about you this morning.”
You stepped backward, flinching. “What—what are you talking about?”
When you met his gaze, you startled. You’d never seen Theo this angry before. His eyes, which were usually dead and expressionless, burned with a cold sort of fury.
“I heard him in the courtyard, bragging to his stupid friends. I thought he was just chatting shit, so I kept back. I only came down for a smoke, but then he said your name.”
The pit in your stomach grew. “What did he say?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. You weren’t sure you wanted to know. Not if he was this angry over it.
“The stupid fucking prick was talking about your date. The dress you wore. The smiles you gave him. The hand holding through Hogsmeade. Then one of his gormless mates asked if he got lucky.”
You froze at his words as a horrible feeling washed over you. Theo loosened his grip on your wrist, but didn’t let go.
“Do you know what that sodding idiot said? I will, soon enough. I can tell she’s raring to go.”
Tears pricked at your eyes. You felt like you were going to be violently sick.
“And his friends—those miserable fucking wankers started betting on how long it would take. Two dates. Three. A month.” Theo’s hands were shaking, violence spilling over into his veins. “That smug tosser smirked and said he could’ve had you out in the hallway. That’s how eager you were.”
“I barely even touched him!” you said angrily. “I kissed his cheek good night and that was it.”
“I know,” Theo said, his voice low and rough. “I know you. I knew he was lying, so I fucking lost it. I walked over there and just punched and punched until my knuckles were bloody and bruised and all I could see was red. I wanted to wipe that stupid fucking smirk off his mouth.”
You could picture Theo putting out his cigarette ever so calmly before walking over to throw the first punch. You’d seen him fight before. He was relentless. Where Mattheo was pure fire and rage, Theo was as cold as ice. There was nothing but lethal calm in those dead eyes as he delivered blow after blow in absolute silence.
“Eventually, Blaise and Enzo pulled me off of that prick.” He averted his gaze as if remembering the moment. “When his idiot friends finally peeled him off the floor, I spit on the fucker. I told him to consider it a warning. That I’d do a lot worse if I ever heard your name come out of his mouth again. I promised him that a concussion would be the least of his worries if he didn’t stay the fuck away from you.”
The tears fell down your cheeks despite your efforts to keep them in. The anger all but faded from Theo’s eyes as soon as he realized that you were crying. You were so, so stupid. For thinking Alec was a nice guy. For being so giddy after your date only for him to turn around and spit vile lies about you.
For crying in front of your worst enemy.
The color drained from Theo’s face as you cried into your hands. You felt him shift beside you, debating whether or not to come closer.
“Don’t,” you said through a broken sob. “Don’t come near me.”
Theo flinched at your words, looking visibly pained. His voice was soft and soothing when he spoke again. “Tell me how to fix it. Do you want to yell at me? Punch me? Go ahead, love. I can take it.” He sounded desperate. “Just please, please don’t cry.”
You hugged your arms around your waist and glared at him. “Why do you even care?”
He paused, fingers flexing at his side as he fought the urge to reach out and comfort you.
“Because I care about you!” The exasperation in his voice made your chest tighten. “I care that you let that stupid idiot take you on a date to the Three Broomsticks. I care that you fucking smiled at him when he gave you roses even though I know you prefer sunflowers. I care that you kissed him on the cheek when he dropped you off at your dorm.”
You sniffled, utterly perplexed at his words. “I don’t understand. We hate each other!”
Theo visibly softened, the tension leaving his body. “I could never hate you, Y/N.” He reached for your hand. Your first instinct was to pull away, but you let him trace soothing circles on your skin. “I may tease you. Prank you. Annoy you. But I’ve never hated you.”
Theo wiped the dried up tears from your cheeks. No fresh tears, which he took as a good sign. “I don’t even think you remember this, but I tried asking you to the Yule Ball in fourth year.”
The memory surfaced. You were reading by the Black Lake and Theo had asked if you had a date. You said no, to which he promptly asked if he could take you. You left in a huff, thinking that it was just another way to rile you up.
“I thought you were just trying to get a rise out of me. If I would’ve known…”
Theo paused. “How could you not know? How could you not see?”
The rage crashed against you like an errant wave. You didn’t know if you were angry at Theo or yourself, but you exploded either way, unable to keep your emotions under control.
“Because you never told me, you idiot!”
“I never told you, but I showed you.” He smiled crookedly. “I'm not good with words, obviously. Every time I open my mouth it’s like I say the perfect combination of words to piss you off. So I learned to tell you how I felt through my actions.”
“Haven’t you ever wondered why your favorite study spot in the library is always free? That’s because I threatened anyone who came near it. Or how you never seem to run out of quills despite the fact that you manage to break one every day from how hard you write? I always replaced them when you weren’t looking.” Your heart clenched at his words. “I even bribed first years to bring you hot chocolate when I knew you were pulling all nighters.”
You stood there, staring at him. This wasn’t the cocky, arrogant Theo that you knew. He was looking at you so earnestly that it physically hurt how endearing it all was.
“Why would you let me think that you were an inconsiderate jerk this whole time?”
Those hypnotizing eyes pierced right through you, filled with a sadness so heavy that you felt it weighing on your chest.
“Because at least you were thinking of me.”
You swayed gently. The water had long seeped into your bones, making you shiver as all of your clothes stuck to your skin like paper. You were convinced that your body had gone into shock. The range of emotions you were currently experiencing was turbulent to say the least. You stood in stunned silence, just taking it all in. Then the impact of his words hit you all at once.
Theo watched as your bottom lip trembled. Panic seized him as you began crying again, this time not bothering to hide it from him. “Fuck I’m sorry, Y/N. Please don’t cry.”
He didn’t know what to do. Should he comfort you? Should he keep his distance? Theo felt like he was doing a rather exceptional job of mucking things up.
“Why are you saying sorry?” You said between hiccups. “I’m the one who should be apologizing.”
Theo caressed your cheek. So gently. Like he half-expected you to recoil. That only set a fresh wave of tears to spill onto your cheeks.
“You have nothing to apologize for, love.”
“Of course I do!” you nearly wailed. “I’ve been horrible to you. I’ve thought the worst of you, but all this time you were doing all these sweet, considerate things and I never even noticed. You should’ve told me, Theo.”
“I—I didn’t think you’d ever see me that way,” Theo said softly. “It was better to have you hate me and still be part of my life than risking not having you in it at all.”
Because at least you were thinking of me.
It was the saddest thing that you’ve ever heard. For years, Theo settled for being your enemy because he’d rather have your hatred and loathing than indifference. He sustained himself on the bare minimum because he thought that was all he deserved.
“I’m sorry, Theo. I’m so so fucking sorry.”
Theo was absolutely distressed. “Fuck, look Y/N. Let me just finish up here and get my towel and when I’m dry and slightly less naked then we can talk, okay?”
You sniffled, wiping your tears away. There was no way you could wait. Not after everything Theo had just told you. Not after everything that he’s been telling you all these years. Theo had literally and figuratively laid himself bare before you. The least you could do was to even the playing field.
So you unlaced the gold and black tie around your neck. Unbuttoned your blouse and threw it somewhere behind you. Stepped out of your skirt and stared at Theo head on.
“Oh—Merlin’s beard, what in the hell are you doing, Y/N? Are you trying to send me into cardiac arrest?”
You shook your head, smiling slightly. Theo was determined to look everywhere but at your very exposed body. You were still in your bra and panties, but the black lace really didn’t leave much to the imagination. Especially when the water clung to every inch of your skin.
“You were vulnerable with me,” you said simply. “So I’m returning the favor.”
Theo felt like he was definitely headed for an early grave. He tried to think of something—anything—other than the girl he’s been head over heels for since third year standing naked in front of him.
“Theo,” you said softly. His name had never sounded half as good coming out of anyone else’s mouth. He wanted to bottle the sound. “Can I—can I hug you?”
He could’ve sworn that his heart had stopped beating. The air had all but left his lungs, deflating his entire body as though he’d fallen off his broom and plummeted through the sky at breakneck speed.
Theo didn’t recognize his own voice as he said, “Of course you can, Y/N.”
The words were barely out of his mouth before you dashed into his arms, nearly toppling him over from the force of it. You were a tiny little thing, but you were stronger than you looked. He smiled as you wrapped your arms around his neck, standing on your tiptoes as you hugged him. For a minute you and Theo just stood there under the trickling water, holding each other as though you were the only two people alive.
If this was all the affection you were willing to give him, Theo would’ve been content to hold onto you until you grew tired of him. His slender fingers traced down your spine, drawing soothing circles against your skin as you buried your face in the crook of his neck. You felt safe. Like nothing bad could ever happen as long as you were with him.
You couldn’t remember the last time you’d felt like this. There was just this spark between you. Perhaps that was part of the reason why you had been so angry this morning.
It hadn’t just been because Theo sent Alec to the hospital wing, which you were now thankful for after hearing all the disgusting things he said about you. It was also because you thought that he had ruined your chance of feeling that rush with someone else. The same rush you got when the two of you were arguing. The same rush that was noticeably missing when you kissed Alec last night.
Things with Theo had always been electric. You attributed it to mutual loathing, but that wasn’t the full story. Sure he made your blood boil sometimes, but he also made you feel alive. You were terrified to admit it to yourself, which is probably why you said yes to Alec in the first place.
You sighed as Theo’s fingers tangled through your hair. He gently pulled your head back and looked at you in the most heartbreaking way.
“Y/N,” he said hoarsely. Theo’s gaze dipped to your mouth as his arm snaked around your waist. “I think I might die if I go one more second without kissing you. Will you please put me out of my misery, love?”
You couldn’t help but smile. “Gladly.”
Theo held his breath as you pulled him down to you, lips brushing shyly at first. Then you leaned in and kissed him. And he truly and honestly thought that he had died.
Your lips were soft against his, tasting of strawberries and mint toothpaste. He cupped the back of your head and tilted your chin to deepen the kiss. Before, Theo thought he could’ve sustained himself from a simple hug, but right now, he couldn’t even control himself as he gorged himself on your taste.
He chuckled when you tried and failed to get on your tiptoes to offset the height difference between you. Theo caressed your cheek and smiled against your mouth.
“Need some help, love?”
You nodded before pulling him back down again. This time, the tender kisses turned more heated as he locked your legs around his waist and pressed your back against the wall. You gasped as the cold tile made contact with your bare skin and Theo took the opportunity to slide his tongue against yours.
Merlin’s beard. Theo kissed with his entire body. There wasn’t an inch of you that wasn’t touching him and the skin to skin contact set your body on fire. You’d kissed other boys before, but they paled in comparison. You couldn’t get enough of Theo. You ran your fingers through his hair. Wrapped your legs more tightly around his waist. Trailed kisses along his jaw and neck and throat.
Then he fucking moaned.
It was a low, rumbling sound that sent tremors over your body and shook every fiber of your being like a devastating earthquake. You wanted to hear him make that sound over and over again.
“Y/N,” Theo said, his forehead dropping to yours. “Before I lose all sense of self, I want to—no—I need to tell you—”
“What is it, Theo?”
“If we do this, then you have to understand what it means to me,” Theo whispered. “I may be terrible with words, but it’s important for me that you hear me when I say this. I want you. Not just physically, but in every sense of the word. I wanted you in third year when you first told me off for being a dick to the first years and I want you now even though you came in here to defend a prick that definitely doesn’t deserve it.”
“What are you saying, Theo?”
“I want you to be mine, Y/N.”
You beamed. “Like, your girlfriend?”
“I don’t think girlfriend is a strong enough word to express how I feel for you, but it’s a start.” He moved the hair out of your face and cradled your cheek. “So yes, I suppose I do want you to be my girlfriend. I want to hold hands with you in the hallways. I want to look up at the stands during my games and see you cheering me on. I want to take you up to the Astronomy Tower and kiss you under the stars.”
“And you say you’re bad with words,” you teased. “I want to do all those things and more with you, Theodore Nott. Of course I’ll be your girlfriend.”
“Good, cause you’re mine.” Theo said matter-of-factly, those adorable dimples making an appearance on each cheek. “You were mine even before you knew it.”
He kissed you again, but this time it was soft and sweet and it filled your stomach with butterflies. Theo no longer felt the need to hoard as much of your affection as he could because you had just given him the ultimate reassurance that he would have plenty of you in the future.
You sighed contently against him, toying with the curls at the nape of his neck. He shifted, pressing kisses against your neck. Your fingers froze when you felt him stir underneath you.
“Theo,” you said slowly, biting back a smirk. “Is that what I think it is pressing against my leg?”
He groaned. “We’re half naked, in the shower, heavily making out, and you just agreed to be my girlfriend. Of course I’m hard.”
You stifled a laugh. “Theodore Nott, is emotional intimacy turning you on?”
“Everything about you turns me on.”
“That’s helpful to know,” you said with a little smirk. “Especially when we're dueling and I’m losing.”
“Merlin’s beard. My girlfriend’s downright evil.”
You grinned so hard that your cheeks ached. Theo peppered kisses all over your face before setting you down.
“I suppose we should head to dinner soon. My teammates watched you march in here in a fit of rage. They might think you’ve murdered me.”
“There’s only one problem,” you said as you finally turned off the shower. “I’m soaking wet.”
“I bet you are, darling.”
You rolled your eyes. “From the shower, you wanker.”
He grinned and kissed the top of your head. “It’s alright. I’ve got some extra clothes in my locker.”
Ten minutes later, the two of you walked out in the quidditch pitch hand in hand. Theo’s sweater completely enveloped you and he smiled a little at the sight. You received a few interesting stares as you made your way through the castle halls, but one look from Theo and they all quickly found something else to gawk at. Having a scary boyfriend was already paying off.
On the way to dinner, you ran into Enzo. The git had the biggest smile on his face when he saw that you and Theo were holding hands. “So you heard him out after all, huh?”
“Yeah, we sorted out our differences,” you said with a smile. “Coincidentally, I gained a boyfriend out of the whole ordeal. Happy now, Berkshire?”
“Absolutely chuffed,” Enzo said with a grin. “See you lovebirds at dinner.”
Theo rolled his eyes as his friend disappeared into the Great Hall. He turned, squeezing your fingers. “I should warn you. My friends can be a bit…much.”
“Don’t worry, I think we all got fairly acquainted in the locker rooms. If they tease us, well I’ve got a perfectly scary boyfriend to fend them off.”
He chuckled. “A scary boyfriend with an even more terrifying girlfriend.”
You winked, kissing his bruised knuckles. “This school won’t know what hit them.”
“Neither did Alec,” he said with a satisfied smirk. You gave him a reprimanding glare, but it was half-hearted. You didn’t actually feel sorry for the prick. “Sorry. Too soon?”
“You know you can’t punch everyone that says anything bad about me, right?”
“Of course not. I’m perfectly capable of kicking them too.”
You rolled your eyes fondly. “Shut up and kiss me, Theo.”
content ୭ꪆ fluff, reader is on her period, mentions of smoking, cramps, crying, allusions to blood, pogues being pogues, jj being the biggest sweetie pie ever
💌 so hey…. i’m back! and also on my period so i made this to keep from choking myself out!! haha!! (i’m sobbing truly) ps.. send in any requests or asks!!! i missed writing ♡♡
you groan and huff, brows furrowed, subtle pout on your lips as you brace a hand against your stomach, stomping your way into the chateau. headed straight for jb’s bathroom.
the pogues sit idly, strewn across the living room and kitchen, watching as you angrily make your way past them. pope frowns, ❛ hey.. uh- ❜ he gets cut off abruptly as kie sends a swift elbow to his ribs. ❛ shut. up. pope. ❜ kie mutters through the corner of her mouth.
❛ ow.. ❜ pope mumbles, rubbing his side. shooting the girl a glare as she sends one back.
a crash from the bathroom echoes through the entire chateau, followed by a string of curses and a rather loud ‘fucking fat fucking fuck’ from an irritated voice that is undeniably yours.
the pogues pause, glancing at one another. ❛ where’s jj? ❜ john b asks the group, swallowing nervously, beer clutched in his hand as he stands still in the kitchen.
the group falls silent, with no answer as to where your best friend is. john b’s eyes widen, whisper-yelling, ❛ someone text him! right freaking now! ❜
kie and pope scramble to find their phones, bumping into each other as they both jump to move. flipping over couch pillows and empty cans of your favourite soda. making somehow an even bigger mess of jb’s home.
meanwhile.. you’re in the tiny, somewhat claustrophobic, bathroom, angrily staring down at your favourite pair of panties that you saved up to buy, now absolutely ruined.
running a hand through your messy hair, you sigh, biting back the tears that threaten to spill out of your glossy eyes. reaching over to jb’s cabinet, you try to rummage through the boxes of tampons to find your pads.
scoffing, you pull out one last singular pad. ❛ you have got to be kidding me. ❜ you mutter, your frustration growing. god, you hate your period more than anything.
the pogues got a hold of jj, warning him what hell might currently be taking over his best friend. all he replied back was ‘does she have her vape?’ to which the kie shrugged and sent back a firm ‘no.’
they hear the sound of the creaky bathroom door opening, all momentarily bracing, not wanting to even breathe wrong. your feet gently pad across the old wooden floor, headed in the direction of the bedroom jj occasionally sleeps in. your movements tired, fed up.
the pogues act like statues, knowing better than to ask how you’re feeling. sitting in complete silence, they watch you disappear into the bedroom. waiting for the moment jj appears.
you yank open the top drawer of the dresser, pulling out one of your best friends baggy tee’s and a pair of tremendously oversized, yet heavenly soft and comfy, sweatpants.
you undress, leaving your denim shorts on the floor, and instead sliding on jj’s clothes. feeling just a little bit better. cigarettes, a hint of weed and sea salt mixed with the cologne you gifted jj lingers on the worn fabric of his shirt that hangs off one shoulder.
flopping facedown onto the bed, you moan in never-ending annoyance as the pain of the cramps begin to poke and prod at your stomach.
just a couple minutes later you hear a soft knock on the bedroom door. you grumble a muffled ‘come in’. door opening, followed by heavy boots thumping against the hardwood floor. your ears perking up at the noise.
❛ hey sweetgirl. got y’some stuff. y’wanna maybe lift that pretty head up and come look? ❜ the blonde boy murmurs softly, sitting down beside you. gently running his hand over your mused up hair.
❛ jj? ❜ you lift your head, eyes finding his. he smiles down at you, dimple popping out. you feel tears glossing over your vision before you can stop them. a shaky, broken breath leaving your lips as you sit up and tug your best friend into a hug.
❛ hey, kitty cat, s’okay. ❜ jj shushes you softly, one arm wrapped around your back, his free hand brushing your hair as gently as possible. ❛ s’okay, sweetgirl. i’m here. s’alright. ❜
you sniffle, tightening your hold around his neck. breathing him in. letting his words wash over you. the feeling of his hand rubbing up and down your back soothing you.
❛ c’mon, let’s go out to the hammock, yeah? get nice and comfortable, eat some food maybe? how does that sound, pretty girl? ❜ jj offers quietly, running his fingers through the messy strands of your hair.
you pull your head back, sniffling once more, nodding your head at him, ❛ sounds good, j. ❜
his eyes soften at the sight of your tear-stricken face, all flushed and doe-eyed. cupping your cheeks, jj swipes his thumbs beneath your eyes, wiping away the remnants.
❛ alright, let’s go. got your emergency survival kit all ready f’you. ❜ jj grins, grabbing your hand as you climb out of the bed. your heart swells, grateful for your best friend.
he leads you out of the bedroom, pogues nowhere to be seen, and out of the chateau. the sun is still out, but not beaming down. the temperature outside is just right, a slight breeze passing every now and then.
jj brings you down to the hammocks jb tied onto the trees in his yard summers ago. a plastic bag weighing down the blue material. you glance at the blonde with curiosity. he squeezes your hand before letting go, fingers gripping your hips firmly, lifting you up with ease and sitting you down in the hammock.
you smile at him, shaking your head. he drops down beside you, grabbing the bag and plopping it into your lap. ❛ i present t’you, cats emergency survival kit, made by yours truly, jj maybank. ❜ jj wiggles his brows at you, tugging you closer to him.
a flutter passes through your stomach, and it’s not because of your period. you lean against jj’s shoulder, letting him push the hammock gently as you open up the bag.
you’re unable to contain your smile as you look down at the array of items. only him— your bestest friend, jj maybank —could possibly know you oh so well.
you pull out your favourite cherry mint flavoured juul, and it’s not just one new packet, it’s four. you can see boxes of more pads peaking out from under a pink heatable bottle, it’s the night time ones that you prefer to wear so you never have to worry about ruining clothes. there’s m&m’s, a jumbo bag of them because jj knows that you think the bigger pack tastes better. ready-to-eat mangos from the local market that you swear tastes like heaven on earth. he even got you new pink rolling papers for when your period is over because he knows that you’ll want to spark up as soon as you can.
you turn to face him, finding him already smiling softly at you. his blonde hair falling messily over his forehead. ❛ thank you, j. you’re the best. i mean it. ❜ you tell him, pressing a sweet kiss to his sunburnt cheek.
❛ s’no problem, pretty girl. y’know i’ll always take good care of you. ❜ jj wraps an arm around your shoulder, pulling you against his chest. kissing the crown of your head.
you both get comfortable on the large hammock, your legs over thrown over his, back pressed against his chest as his arm rests loosely ‘round your neck. safe and warm and so loved.
you hum in content as you take a pull of the juul, the sweet smell of cherries wafting into the passing breeze. passing it to jj, giving him a hit. the sun setting slowly behind you. the two of you munching on m&m’s. jj’s hand occasionally rubbing circles on your lower stomach under the big material of his shirt.
thank god for jj’s creation of cats emergency survival kit. your best friend must really love you.
chris let you sit pretty for all of three minutes after you plopped down on the bed beside him. and then suddenly, his hands were on you, dragging your delicate body down the bed. your head flopping against the bedding, curls sprawling out around you like a halo.
❛ chris! ❜ you squeal, grabbing onto his soft hair as he kisses his way down from your neck. eliciting sweet moans out of you. his mouth coming down onto your collarbone, biting, sucking. just as quickly his tongue licks the skin, gentle and soothing.
❛ been dying for this since you got to the house, sweets. ❜ he mumbles between kisses, big hands gripping your hips as you squirm. ❛ jus’ let me taste you. ❜
he comes up, shoving his mouth against yours. hot, wet and needy. his tongue running across your bottom lip before fighting it’s way to tangle with yours. ❛ mmf— ❜ you let out a muffled moan, tingling all over. body buzzing with anticipation. puffy lips fighting to keep up with his. your little hands gripping his biceps hard. panties damp from the mere sight of him.
❛ shit, baby. fuck. ❜ chris comes up for air, sighing. forehead resting against your own. ❛ y’re mouth tastes so fucking sweet. can’t wait to eat that pretty pink pussy of yours. ❜ his hot breath fans over your face. hips grinding down against yours. the bulge in his sweats has you whimpering as you blink up at him desperately.
❛ chris, please. please. ❜ you whine, fingers trailing up to his neck. tangling into his messy hair. his smirk turns you on even more and before you realise, you’re shoving him down to where you want him most.
❛ needy little thing, aren’t ya. ❜ chris grins, happily obliging. settling between your legs. toying with the waistband of your soft, frilly shorts. glancing up at you, you whine and push his head. ❛ chris, fucking please. ❜
chris tsks, spanking your cunt through the cotton. ❛ ‘m gonna need to shut you up, aren’t i? ❜ voice low, teasing. you squirm under him, eyes wide and glossy.
he tugs your shorts down with such force that your body jolts on the bed. your hands pulling on strands of his hair. material slipping down your legs, flutters awakening in your tummy. his fingers trailing lightly over the flush skin of your thighs. teasing you. toying with you.
chris’s eyes meet your hooded stare, corner of his lip quirking up as he leans his head down. lips brushing over your hip. teeth grazing your waist as he uses them to tug your delicate pink lace panties off you. you gasp, the nipping taking you for surprise. mumbling a string of ohmygodohmygodohmygod.
❛ been tryna take my time with you. jus’ can’t wait any longer to taste you, sweets. look at you. glistening for me. ❜ his words have your heart thumping and pussy pulsing. you cup his jaw, thumb brushing over his rough stubble.
❛ chris, i’m begg— ❜ your voice gets cut off, long fingers shoving the lace in your warm mouth. doe eyes bulging. you’re practically trembling. mouth stuffed full with your own pink panties. you’re growing wetter by the second.
❛ knew i’d have to shut you up, sweetheart. ❜ he teases, his hands running up the swell of your thighs. backs of his fingers brushing lightly over your glistening pussy. ❛ it’s time for me to eat my cunt, don’t y’think? ❜ his smirk is proud and knowing. he has you right where he wants you. and now, he’s gonna devour you.
helplessly whining and moaning, noises muffled by the lace in your mouth, you nod vigorously at him. eyes pleading. chris chuckles, shaking his head. throwing your legs over his shoulders, he mutters, ❛ alright then. ❜
chris eats you out like a man starved. lewd squelches bouncing off the walls. his tongue rapidly flicking over your swollen clit as his fingers tease your hole. messy, sloppy, wet.
your fingers grip his hair like a vice as he slides three of his own into your seeping entrance. practically begging for it. tears well up in your eyes. strings of muffled whimpers leaving your stuffed mouth.
chris groans, face buried so far between your legs. he doesn’t even let up for a breath. continuing his attack on your sweet pussy. nose brushing your slit. tongue tracing patters over your clit. jaw working overtime.
his fingers curl, hitting the perfect spot. your watery eyes rolling back. pulling on his hair harder. ❛ hold it, sweetheart. m’not done with you yet. ❜ chris says into your pussy. licking a stripe up your slit. pumping his fingers in and out.
you nearly cry. pleasure building up in your tummy. toes curling. it just feels so good. you try to plead, but no words come out. stupid lace restricting you.
❛ taste so fucking good, sweets. ❜ he moans, free hand splayed against your lower tummy. pushing down. eyes flicking up to meet yours. grinning as he sucks your clit into his mouth. ❛ soo good. ❜
by that look on his face, you know you’re not cumming any time soon. dropping your head back against the mattress. he’s gonna keep his head buried in his favourite place for hours.
credits to @delilahsturniolo for the marathon concept
HOT PINK WRITING MARATHON . . . fic #7
You’re curled into Chris on his bed, half-watching some movie neither of you are actually paying attention to. His arm’s around your waist, fingertips trailing lazy circles against the skin just under your sleep shirt. There’s a heat there — a warmth that’s been growing, slow and steady, the way it always does when you two are this close for this long.
You shift slightly, and his hand slides higher. Not by much. Just enough to make you aware of it.
“You keep moving like that,” he murmurs near your ear, “and I’m gonna start thinking you’re doing it on purpose.”
You scoff under your breath, smiling, but your cheeks are already warm with blush.
“I’m not doing anything." You respond in a slight mutter.
Chris tilts his head, pressing his lips to your shoulder, his voice low, almost playful in your ear.
“You sure?” he coos. “Because the way your thighs keep squeezing around me is driving me a little crazy.”
You look away, cheeks flooding with heat, and he grins.
“God, I love when you get all shy like that,” he murmurs, voice thick with affection and want. “It’s cute. And really fucking hot.”
His hand dips beneath your shorts, palm resting warm on your upper thigh. You don’t stop him.
“You wanna know what I’ve been thinking about all day?” he asks.
You swallow. You don’t answer.
He chuckles softly. “I’ve been thinking about you...” he begins, voice lower now, lips grazing against your jaw in a teasing manner. “On top of me. Your thighs on either side of my head. Your hands in my hair. Your hips grinding down on my face while I make you fall apart over and over.”
You make a quiet, embarrassed sound — half protested squeak, half embarrassed whimper — and bury your face in the crook of his neck as if to hide away.
“Chrisss..." you whimper against his skin.
“Mhm?” he hums like it’s an innocent question, as if he didn't just paint the hottest, most erotic pictures for you, but the hand on your thigh is anything but.
“You can’t just—say that stuff out of nowhere—" you pout as you move your head from out of his neck to look up at him.
He laughs softly, pressing a kiss to your neck, slow and lingering, making your breath catch in your throat and heat to pool between your thighs, need and demanding for attention.
“Why not? It’s true.” His lips trail up to your ear, voice dropping to a whisper. “You sitting on my face? That’s not even a fantasy anymore, baby. That’s a need.”
You shift again without meaning to, thighs instinctively tightening as you let out another pathetic whimper as you imagine it in your head, and he grins against your skin.
“Yeah… like that,” he whispers. “You’d look so pretty like that. All flushed and trembling, trying not to moan too loud while I hold your hips down and make you take everything I give you.”
Your breath catches. You can feel your heart thudding against your ribs.
“Chris—”
“You’d lose it, wouldn’t you?” he murmurs. “You’d try so hard to stay quiet, but the second I really start eating you out—” he groans softly at the thought, “you’d be shaking. Whimpering. Riding my face because you can’t help it.”
You try to hide your face again, heat crawling all the way down your chest, but he gently tugs your chin so you’re looking at him.
His gaze is soft — but intense. Loving, but burning. His sweet blues, now darkening with lust, meeting your adorable doe eyes, and it was as if he could read right through you, a smirk coming to his lips.
“You want to,” he whispers low and teasingly. “I can tell.”
You open your mouth to argue, but no words come. He kisses you instead — slow and sweet at first, then deeper, tongue sliding against yours like he’s already imagining exactly how you’ll taste, and it pulls a needy mewl from you, your hands grasping at his shirt as you feel your arousal seep through your panties.
When he finally pulls away, his voice is nothing but a whisper against your lips, almost begging if it wasn't for his teasing, low tone. “Let me have you like that, baby. Please... Let me love you like that. Just sit on my face.”
You hesitate, breathless. “…You really want that?” you ask.
His answer is instant, voice thick with desire, nearly groaning at the prospect of you saying yes. “More than anything.”
And after one shaky exhale, your thighs aching from being squeezed together for so long, and the feeling of your soaked panties underneath your shorts, you finally nod. “…Okay.”
His grin is immediate — wicked and boyish all at once, his voice a low coo that makes a shiver rush up your spine. “There’s my girl.”
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"Are you sure about this?"
Your voice was hesitant as you looked down at Chris, thighs pressed together as you sat next to him in his bed with nothing on except for one of his baggy shirts, the movie nothing but background noise for the two of you.
"Baby, I promise, I've never been more sure of something in my entire life," He chuckled, already lying flat on his back, completely prepared for you as he looked up at you with almost excited eyes. "I'm seriously going to lose my mind if you keep making me wait."
You couldn't help a soft giggle before you exhaled quietly, working up you courage as you moved your legs to hook one over his head, your knees pressing into the mattress as you hovered over his face.
"Jesus... look at this fuckin' pussy, ma..." Chris groaned, bringing a hand up to drag his finger through your already drooling folds, making a soft gasp leave your lips as your hands held the hem of your shirt up a bit for him.
"I-is this ok?" You asked as blush covered your cheeks already, whimpering at the way his hands palmed over your thick thighs, before feeling him slowly hook his arms under them.
"Yeah... but it'd be even better if you actually sat on my face, baby," He cooed playfully, making a moan slip from your lips as he leaned up, running his tongue along your slit in a slow, savoring lick. "Y' making me strain my neck just to taste you."
"But what if..." You trailed off.
"What if what?" Chris asked, his blue eyes peaking up at you from underneath as you swallowed a lump in your throat.
"What if I'm too heavy for you..?" You couldn't help but meekly whimper out, your nerves taking over you, but as you heard Chris huff out a chuckle, you suddenly felt his arms tugging you down, a gasp leaving your lips as he held you down against his face.
"C–chris!" You yelped, blush burning the tips of your ears before a pleasurable moan fell from your lips at him lapping at your pussy already, groaning against your folds as he held you in place, leaving you unable to lift yourself up.
"Just relax, baby," he murmurs against your slick folds, his hot breath making you shiver. "Let me take care of you. I want to taste every inch of this sweet little pussy."
You gasp as he begins to eat you out like it's his last meal, your back arching as jolts of pleasure course through you, moans and whimpers spilling from your lips.
Your thighs quake and tremble, the muscles taut with tension as you fight the urge to close them around his head, but he holds you steady, not letting you squirm away from the intense sensations.
Chris groans in approval as he laps at your dripping arousal, relishing your unique taste, a taste he could get addicted to without even trying.
"Fuck, you taste incredible," he growls against your cunt, the vibrations of his deep voice sending shockwaves of pleasure through your core. His tongue delves deeper, probing your entrance whilst you feel one of his hands move, his thumb rubbing firm circles against your sensitive clit.
You toss your head back, your hair falling in disarray as you moan wantonly above him, whining as one hand shoots up to grip the headboard of his bed harshly to help steady yourself.
"C–chris! Mmm— Oh god, yes!" you mewl, your hips bucking instinctively against his face, getting lost in the pleasure and forgetting about your previous worries. He holds you firmly in place, his strong hand kneading the plush of your thigh as he devours your pussy with unrestrained hunger.
"D–don't stop, please don't stop!" You begged him, pleasure building rapidly as he works your pussy like never before, his thumb keeping that mind numbing rhythm whilst his tongue fucks into your clenching hole, making your mind fuzzy as that familiar knot pulls tighter and tighter within you.
And the moment he groans against your pussy, as if telling you to cum for him, you feel your orgasm hit you like a train, gasping out as you moan his name loud, back arching, hands gripping tight, and eyes rolling back in pure ecstasy.
Your hips ground against his mouth as you gushed all over his tongue, whines and whimpers leaving you as you rode out your high, before you finally slowed your movements, panting as trembling above Chris until you finally came to.
"S-shit— 'M sorry—" You whimpered, lifting yourself up and off of his face, blushing at the sight of him, cheeks pink, mouth and chin covered in your juices, his eyes full of pure bliss as he looked up at you, chuckling as he looked almost equally as fucked out as you.
"Do.. do you want me to help you out now?" You asked sweetly, before watching as his cheeks reddened, a huffed out, almost embarrassed chuckle leaving his lips.
"Well, uh— I don't think you need to, baby—" He murmured, but as you gave him a confused face, you watched as his eyes glanced down, yours following his gaze before you gasped softly, seeing the big wet stain on his boxers, showing that he'd cum purely just from eating you out.
Your eyes met his again, a beat of a moment before the two of you giggled and chuckled, you leaning down to press a sweet kiss to his lips, whimpering softly at the taste of you on him before he whispered against your lips, his voice sounding like he was completely drunk from your pussy, and it made newfound arousal shoot through your body once more.
"Can we please do that again?"
☆ : that man is a muncher 4 LIFE, i just know it man...i can feel it in my nuggets (i have a coin slot 😔) idk if i like this one much— loved doing the dirty talking part but i feel like I flopped with the actual smut part, im sorry 😭 hope you guys still enjoy tho!!
you bob your head up and down, pace steady, knees aching, saliva dripping down your chin. a sloppy beautiful mess. kneeling under the table. mouth stuffed with his cock. one hand placed delicately on his thigh, the other wrapped around what your mouth can’t take.
❛ shit, baby. ❜ chris groans, bringing one hand to the back of your head. tugging at the soft locks of hair. ❛ s’good. y’do that s’good. ❜ he grips your hair tighter, his eyes fluttering shut. the sensation of your tight, hot mouth making him see stars.
his head falls back against the headrest of his chair as you lift your head, tongue swirling around the tip. pink and swollen. your lips puffy. glossed over eyes focused on him. moaning around his length as his hips rut up, shoving himself further down your warm throat. ❛ shit, shit, shit. ❜ he hisses, using his tight grip on your hair to fuck your face.
you dig your nails into his thighs, letting him use you. doe eyes blinking up at him. ❛ fuck, angel. s’good. ❜ chris huffs, tightening his grip on you. scalp tingling. the dampness in your panties growing uncomfortable.
you let out a muffled noise as your nose comes in contact with his pelvis. his cock stuffed as far as can go. his hips stutter, breathing heavy.
❛ shit, shit, shit. ❜ he whines, thighs trembling. blowing his load down your throat. filling you up with his hot seed. you moan, swallowing every salty drop. eyes locked on his fucked out expression.
❛ fuck, angel. ❜ chris chuckles, smoothing your hair down, cupping your cheek. his cock falling out of your mouth with a pop. falling against his thigh.
he watches your thumb swipe across your lips, cock growing hard again as you scoop up the cum that slipped out of your mouth. sucking on your thumb with a smile. those sweet doe eyes of yours blinking up at your best friend.
❛ jus’ a needy girl, hm? ❜ chris caresses your face, touch so gentle. smiling down at you. smirking as you clench your thighs, squirming.
