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Severus doesn't fuck. He doesn't engage in that, and quite frankly, never will.
No, Severus makes love. Severus, who presses his chest to your back as he makes sure you remember how much he loves you, his girth and length dragging along your insides, kissing your deepest areas.
Severus who whispers in your ear how good you feel around him, how sexy you are, how amazing you're doing for him.
Severus who doesn't like to be loud, but when he feels how hard you clench around him, it's forcibly ripped from his throat.
Severus who loves looking up at you as you work yourself slowly up and down his length, whines falling from your lips as you do so.
Severus who grips the meat of your hips with his big hands and helps you when you get tired.
Severus who never knew what it felt like to taste himself until he knelt to clean you up with his tongue, tasting the salty-sweet of you mixed with himself.
Severus who loves you with all of him.
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You and your boyfriend have a free use agreement.
Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, free use, CNC, degradation, oral (both), piv, fingering, breastplay, smut with no plot
Mattheo Riddle
Everyone knows Mattheo has an oral fixation. But not everyone knows that watching you put anything in your mouth drives him absolutely crazy. From biting your nails, to chewing on your pen, or sucking on a piece of candy. It drives the man feral. Feral.
After hours you two snuck into the girls bathroom so you could get ready for bed before staying the night in his dorm. You face the mirror brushing your teeth, you donât notice the way heâs watching you. Gagging on your toothbrush lightly, a small white stream of toothpaste dripping down your lips. The way your pouty lips part as you bend over the sink to check your molars thoroughly.
Suddenly poking under your nightgown, he brushes his cock between your thighs. The smallest warning before he makes quick work of your panties and slides into your warm unsuspecting pussy. A muffled moan escapes your lip as he raises his brows in the mirror, shocked at how good it feels.
âDonât stop babyâ he whispers and you struggle to keep brushing as he thrusts lazily into you. Eyes staring only at your mouth even when you feel yourself clench around him. His focus is on thin line of toothpaste dripping out of your lips as he fucks you stupid.
Theodore Nott
âMineâ. Thatâs what Theo said as soon as you got to his room. Well he didnât as much say it to you as he did to your breasts. He sat on his bed, his eyes immediately drawn to your chest highlighted by the little tank top you wore.
He reached his arms out for you and when you stood in front of him to give him a hug he immediately buried his face in your breasts.
âMineâŚso beautifulâ he muttered.
âWell hello to you too,â you begin to say laughing but he doesnât respond. He is a man starved. His hands trail quickly from your back to the neckline of your top yanking it down. Yes our bra also becomes a casualty, they bunch at your waist biting into your skin. Immediately he licks a nipple. Swirling his tongue. Taking a little bite. Then the other. His hands squeeze softly, then possessively. Making you hiss at the pressure and moan when he sucks harder.
You feel the heat between your thighs building and your hips begin to keen forward as you moan.
âMmm, Theo please,â you whine begging for more your pussy dripping needing to be touched. But he doesnât hear you, he doesnât care to hear you. He releases one of your nipples with a loud pop and looks up at you with swollen lips and eyes full of possession. It told you he was going to have you however he wanted.
âMine.â
Enzo Berkshire
Your boyfriend had a way with words. He had a cute mouth, a charming mouth and every now and then a smart mouth. You had spent the better part of an hour listening to him chat and flirt with people at a party. Your friends, his friends, all genders. He couldnât help it. He was just really that charming. It had managed to tick you off and arouse you all at the same time.
The party had left your mind feeling light and hazy but his behavior left a hot sting in your stomach. When you both stumbled into his dorm, his back hit he bed and he laid yawning.
âMust be exhausted after flirting all night,â you snapped not hiding aggravation in your tone.
Enzo only grinned like the charismatic little bastard he is, âreally darling, donât tell me youâre jealousâ he practically purred knowing full and well you were. You made quick work of your panties sliding them down as she stood on the side of his bed.
âNot jealous just curious,â you teased as you began to climb in bed. He raised his eyebrow at you as your straddled his face.
âIâm curious if your mouth can do something that doesnât piss me off,â your voice a mixture of frustration and lust. His hands found purchase on your hips as he pulls you onto his tongue. Eagerly he slides his tongue against you,his jaw moving aggressively. You feel him lightly suck on your clit as he rocks your hips against his face and your brain shortwires.
Draco Malfoy
You hadnât even had time to fully form a thought about your transfiguration homework before Draco stuffed his cock in your mouth. You knew when his eyes looked like they did, cold and far away that it wasnât time to give him any lip about it.
His quidditch loss had left him angsty. The veins on his hands protruding as threw his dirty uniform into the hamper. He only had a towel slung across his hips as he walked into his dorm. You sat at your desk about to open your textbook. The sight of you so calm, unfettered by his loss and so beautiful was almost maddening.
The towel laid on the floor, his hand cradled your jaw and he slid in. The thrusts were rough, you gagged softly as his other hand threaded into your hair. His lips parted, eyes unreadable, when he saw yours tear up as he pushed too far he finally let out a groan.
âThere we go, pretty little slutâ he let out in a breathy growl, âlet me use youâ.
Blaise Zabini
The metallic taste of the rings on his fingers on your tongue surprised you. You blinked your eyes open half awake. Your body had been flush against Blaise as you slept, unaware he had been staring for ten minutes dying to feel you.
When the saliva coated fingers dragged between your thighs, you let in a soft gasp. His other hand clamped your mouth as he softly teased your clit ignoring your whimpers. Hungry, searching finally when he felt you dripping and ready for him he yielded his touch. Shifting on top of you, his hand never left your mouth. He knew by the half lidded look in your eyes and the way your thighs spread open eagerly that you were needy.
He shoved his cock inside of you, burying it as deeply as he could as his face fell into your shoulder. His free hand pinning your hip so he could control the painfully slow and intense movement. He pushed you over the edge easily and when he finished he rolled back off of you leaving you dripping and breathless as he fell back asleep.
Tom Riddle
Many would assume that it would have been Tom who wanted to use you freely and not the other way around. True dominance for him, wasnât taking you whenever he wanted. It was knowing he held your desire in the palm of his hand. Nothing made him happier than knowing that you needed him.
Tom was more than happy to lay nude on his bed, on arm behind his head and the other holding a book. The music he usually played while he studied replaced by the sounds of you moaning as you rode his cock eagerly.
Your skin glistened from effort, your cheeks flushed and breath heavy. Your whimpers and whines pleased him as he mulled over the Charm Theories text book in his hand. Only lowering it a moment to catch a glimpse of you trying to desperately chasing your high. You may be using his cock but he denied you the effort, the attention the friction you truly needed. And he loved it.
If you managed to fuck yourself to orgasm with your needy, pathetic movements he would be tickled. Amused. But he preferred you frustrated and desperate for later. Where he would have you on his own terms.
Imagine Tom drinking alone and texting you, misspelling every. Single. Word.
"youer m evyrthing" "mi luve uu" "I cnat lvie eihtotu uu"
You're so confused at first because he's never talked to you like this. Tom loves you so much that it hurts, so much that it makes him angry because he should be focusing on his study's, on becoming the greatest wizard ever but...when he gets drunk everything comes out. He talked about how much he wants you and how he wishes you were there.
"Tom have you been drinking?" You'd text back with worry written all over your face
â˘And he won't do anything inappropriate outside of the bedroom, he doesn't want to risk anyone else seeing you in such a vulnerable position
â˘hand slut, kiss his fingers, hold his hands, run your finger tips up his wrists
â˘sometimes he likes to be the small spoon and have your hands rest on his chest/belly
â˘you know how friends will look at each other across the room to communicate? Yeah Spock definitely does that with you, like when Chekov does something stupid he's all like đđ
â˘when it's bed time and you're both laying together, sometimes you'll whisper in his ear about your day and talk to him untill he falls asleep (sensitive ears)
â˘calling him pet names for the first time? "Baby, honey, sweetheart, my special boy" he is flabbergasted. The affection that you show is something completely foreign and new, it's such a drastic difference from Sarek
â˘everyone else assumes he's a big strong Vulcan that doesn't need comfort or to be held but you see right through it
â˘hes talked to you about his mother and how horrible he feels for not giving her the affection she needs as a human when he was younger
â˘Spock cannot dirty talk you, he does moan and groan, especially when he's getting close. You'd run your hands through his jet black hair, saying how good it all feels and he can't respond. Instead he will give you a kiss on your cheek and grunt in your ear
â˘big fan of you saying his name "oh Spock.." he's literally spilling inside you the very next second
â˘very mature (if that makes sense) during sex. He's quiet and reserved and he's the same when you're intimate
â˘i think that Spock is so gentle but also deliberate during sex because he knows how much stronger and bigger Vulcans are than humans
â˘one time you called him "my favorite Vulcan" and I just think that made him feel a certain typa way yk?
â˘you have yelled at Leonard before for calling him a "green blooded hobgoblin" you pointed your finger on his chest and yelled about how it "wasn't funny" and that "you don't know what it's like to be another species" and that made Spock very happy
â˘the first time he says he loves you was after a very long talk
"I feel as though you would be happier with a human. Someone who can show you as much affection and love as you would need" Spock would say with his hands folded neatly in his lap, not looking at you.
"Spock. I love you so so sooo much, everything about you. You're smart, a talented harp player, handsome, strong, methodical..I love your ears..and your eyes, and your lips and hands...I want to be with you forever! I love you." You had said I love you before but he had never said it back.
"I love you as well."
â˘he likes to hold your hand when you're alone, your hand is always on his. Always
his partner riding him because every time he tries to dom them, he ends up crying when he feels how hot and soft they are insideâŚ
âoh, look at you, sweetheart,â his partner coos, hand tight and punishing as they stroke his poor leaky cock so slowly. âsuch a big dick and you canât even use it. my cock, isnât that right? all for me.â
he cries out their name as he cums, tear streaming down his cheeks as they whisper sweet praises in his ear.
tags: fem reader, virgin clark, rough sex, unprotected sex, oral sex (if you squint), aftercare
clark kent whoâs never been with a woman intimately before you, the prettiest one heâs ever seen since coming to earth.
clark kent who sweetly comes to your door with bouquets of flowers, pays for your coffee and breakfast every morning since heâs began pursuing you, and takes you on dates completely out of budget for anything other than an anniversary.
clark kent whoâs hesitant to hold your hand, but does it pridefully once he gets comfortable enough. daring to wrap an arm behind your back once your hands get sweaty and you let go.
clark kent who asks permission to kiss you, landing one on your cheek before asking once more to press one to your lipsâkissing you softly and sweetly before pulling back with pink cheeks and a soft grin.
clark kent who tests waters one night, inviting you over and hoping to do more than just make out with you, laying you on his bed softly and gently, making sure to ask, "is this okay?" at every given movement, especially when heâs removing your clothes and setting them neatly on the other side of the bed.
clark kent who doesnât realize how big he is compared to youânot only in statureâbut in the way it feels like heâs ripping you open. whoâs too lost in the moment to realize that youâre whining beneath him with cloudy eyes, trying to fit him entirely.
clark kent who doesnât know better, and fucks you rough and hard and doesnât allow you time to adjust to his size. his hand gripping your hips hard enough to leave bruises the following day, his hips slamming into yours while his pretty blue eyes are looking down at you lovingly despite his rough movements.
clark kent whoâs groaning and moaning loud enough for the neighbors to hear, if they hadnât already heard the headboard of his bed breaking through the wall it rests against.
clark kent who cums inside you, collapsing on top of you and whispering in your ear multiple versions of, "thank you."
clark kent whoâs too good at aftercare despite not knowing it was a thing. whoâs kissing every bruise and mark he left on your body, all the way down till heâs pressing one sweet and long kiss to the pussy that took him so graciously.
clark kent whoâif not drunk in loveâis now completely and utterly pussy drunk for you.
a/n : this is pure smut yap as usual, clarks kind of submissive in this, a dash of dubcon but not really.. thatâs all đ
it started off slow, a nice dinner at your place with a movie that clark had so kindly recommended himself, then some kisses on the sofa with the TV still playing.
next thing you know your panties are pulled to the side and clarks on top of you with his muscular arms holding him above you, hesitantly but needlessly kissing at your plush lips. you moan into the kiss as you feel his bulge pressing against your cunt just waiting to be released from the fabric. you giggle when his glasses press at your forehead, his weary face apologizing when he realizes how clumsy and impatient heâs acting. âsorry- i guess im a little nervous..â you smile softly to assure him it was a silly accident, pulling clark even closer when he places his glasses on the coffee table. âits okay, i was nervous before you came here too..â and thatâs all it took to ease him down in front of the girl he really liked, âreally?â he asked for more reassurance and you were more then welcome to assure him again. âyes of course! clark i really like you..â
somehow in between that small but meaningful conversation something changed with you and clark, he seemed more sure of himself and even more sure on how to please you.
now you were in his lap wailing as you rode on top, holding onto clarks neck for balance and assurance. he was just so deep into you and hearing his faint pants and whimpers only made you even more wet, you get up from the crater of his neck to look at him more closely and he is a wreck. even more than you. the look on his face made you involuntarily whine, he looked so cute and overwhelmed from all your bouncing and grinding on him. with his bushy brows all furrowed and the most docile eyes, just waiting to cum and your tight cunt squeezing around him wasnât helping. âplease keep going-just a little more please..â his breath hitches out and you were more than willing to comply, going back to bucking your hips onto his dick with pleads similar to his and failing to keep your lips off his. feeling the tip of his cock reach too deep into you and touch your cervix, your back arches and you hiss at the stretch, âshit..â you hear as a whisper from the man im front of you, large hands clasping onto the globes of your ass even harsher. âsâtoo big-just wait clark..â
âi know nd im s-sorry, just feels so good..â and thereâs no way you could have sensed that complete disregard of your pleads over his face of submission, a gasp being pulled from you when clarks suddenly plowing into you. his strong arms holding your waist down as he pushes you completely on his dick, up and down as you take all of his veiny length.
you canât even make up a complete sentence with the pace heâs going at, showing out his unforgiving strength with each thrust. your mind starts going dumb and all you feel is full and, âsoâgood..â you whimper out. nails scratching and digging into the flesh of clarks back as he babbles on right back to you. âneed y-you so bad..â and âtaking me so good angel..â the absolute mess that was created between the two of your legs didnât go unnoticed, the echoing of skin slapping against each other overshadowed the volume of the TV, only moans and squelchs of your mixed pleasure.
not long after you feel a quiver in your stomach along with a fullness in your tummy, picking up your head from clarks chest to look down at him, holding his face in your hands. âthink mâgonna c-cum..â you tell him, his pace slowing down but still just as rough. âyeah? please cum for me, need to feel it..â you place your hands on his shoulders as clark grinds you down on his lap with ease, both of you panting as reach your release and cum. your legs shaking when you feel the ropes of cum shoot into your pulsing hole and your sensitive clit rub against clarks abdomen. you would have never guessed the cute clumsy nerd with glasses at work would fuck you like this but you did know you would never find someone like him.
and when the two of you were done, sleeping in each others arms you couldnât stop wondering.. with his glasses off and his hair all sweaty, your boyfriend kinda looks like that superman guy you keep seeing on TV.