Tom Riddle Simp (Nev, Draco, Ron & More)

Tom Riddle, Draco Malfoy, Neville Longbottom, Ron Weasley and more! I’ll accept Hermione requests for the girls if that’s your game for the lgbtq+ community (also boy on boy ofc, or 3some)😉 I write Harry Potter POV smut fan fiction, name the character, the place, and what you want to happen and I will get right on it! Nothing is too crazy, I’m here to serve your fantasy ❤️

[gryffindorimar]

Hi! I just found your account and I really love the Neville fic! but I was wondering if you find time if you could do a foursome between the reader and golden trio? If you don’t want to that’s totally fine! Love your writing! <3

So it’s been a while, sorry for the long wait, I’ve had this request for a long time and I hope the person who left it is still around. Hope y’all enjoy this spicy story! 🌶️😉

Entwined by Three

Art credits: @savysamiart

Golden trio x (fem) Reader

Main Location: Gryffindor common room, Library, Room of Requirement

Warning ⚠️: 18+, self pleasure, contains magical inaccuracies for the purpose of the story (plz don’t come for me in the comments lol), name calling, teasing, squirting, foursome, lesbian, y/n loses anal virginity, bondage, unprotected sex, possessiveness, objectifying

*All Characters 18+*

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Summary: Y/n has been eyeing the golden trio for a while… especially hermione. Soon she realizes, the feelings are mutual. Y/n experiments with her sexuality and grows close to one of them, very close.

P: Potter

G: Granger

W: Weasley

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Location: Gryffindor Common Room

I don’t know why, but some how I feel like I’m being watched when the golden trio is around. Not by one of them, but all three. Like they’re devouring my body with a single gaze that instantly makes me shutter, wondering what they’d be capable of.

*I shake my head* what am I thinking? There’s no way all three of them would be attracted to me, I don’t even know if hermione swings that way, hell I don’t even know if I do… but for her… fuck

Y/n?

I look up from my book, I may have looked like I was reading but in reality I was day dreaming about the infinite possibilities and scenarios, and lately I was doing that a lot.

G: Distracted are we? I take it you haven’t studied for the O.W.Ls?

Y/n: Oh, sorry Hermione

*I turn scarlet red when I realized who was talking to me*

I’ve studied a little here and there, why?

G: We were wondering if you wanted to join us at the library, that is if you don’t mind breaking a few rules.

It was 11p.m, way past the curfew for being outside the common room. Ever since hermione started hanging out with Harry and Ron, she hasn’t been as uptight with rules. Her careless attitude is one of the things I find most attractive about her.

G: Y/n?

Y/n: oh, fuck, yes id love to go

*I smile sheepishly*

G: Meet us there in half an hour

*she walks back towards Harry and Ron and disappears outside the portrait hole*

Half an hour?? Was I clearly that nervous? Was it her plan to let me wallow in my thoughts? God why do I have to overthink this, they just want to study. My pussy begins to throb in anticipation of what could happen, this is the closest I’ve been to my fantasy coming true. I know I could see lust behind those eyes, those beautiful eyes. Fuck, why thirty minutes.

*20 minutes later*

The feeling in between my groin has grown unbearable, panties soaking wet. I should be heading out now but if I’m around the golden trio, one look and I’d cum all over my seat.

I shut my book and set it aside. My right hand instinctively slides down the waistband of my skirt, down my panties to my wet cunt. I startle at the feeling of my sensitive clit, rubbing small circle as I let out a low moan under my breath.

My pointer and middle finger find their way to my tight opening, sliding inside me with ease. I pump in and out, the sound of wetness filling the air, at this point there’s no slow and easy, hermione came into my mind, naked, sexy, how I wish I could feel her cunt in between my folds. I was so close to cumming, I cover my mouth as I scream Hermione’s name into my hand, squirting all over the arm chair. My whole body shaking as I rode the waves of my orgasm.

As my breathing came back to normal, I see something out of the corner of my eye… it was hermione.

I immediately started apologizing, fixing my skirt, so frustrated at the mess I made.

G: It’s okay y/n, it happens to all of us, let me help you clean up.

Hermione takes out her wand a casts a nonverbal spell that dries the arm chair.

G: There, just like new.

She smiles, and turns to me. She whispers, “open your legs”

I sit down, without hesitation I slowly open my legs. Hermione kneels, one leg at a time, and without taking her eyes off mine casts a similar spell to dry my thighs and panties.

G: There we go, why don’t we go study now, the guys are waiting for us.

*The Library*

It happens to all of us? What does that mean? Now I know she’s messing with me, but what about the other two.

G: Hey, y/n, me and Ron are going to look for a book on charms.

Hermione and ron walk away leaving me alone with Harry.

Harry looks at me with the same gaze, my insides flip, thank god I released before I got here.

P: What took you so long?

Y/n: Oh, sorry I was reading and I guess time just flew by.

I laugh nervously.

P: You’re lying y/n

He smiles slyly

Y/n: W-what?

P: Do you know what Legilimency is?

Y/n: No?…

P: Legilimency is the ability to access another person's mind and thoughts, something I’m quite skilled at, been practicing for a few years now.

Fuck, fuck, fuck

P: Calm down y/n, I’ve known for a while now, amusing really to know how we make you feel, I haven’t had enough connection to truly find out how much you want us, until now. Your eyes tell me everything I need to know.

I say nothing, I’m speechless. This explains so much. I just stare into his eyes, hopelessly.

P: The moment I realized, I thought it was just Ron you liked. Then we made eye contact, and the lust behind your eyes only grew stronger. Admiring our looks, our strong hands, wondering about our, should we say, size? I must say y/n, your thoughts are quite interesting. Don’t think I’ve forgotten about hermione. The frenzy she’s had you in, she loves messing with you. She may have even snuck a touch when she watched you cum for her, took all her strength to wait for us.

I squeeze my thighs underneath the table, fuck, this can’t be real

P: It’s real y/n, and I’ll let you decide if Ron feels the same way

Ron and hermione come back with the charms book

G: let’s find potions next

W: I think I’m gonna check out this book for now, I’ll help you find the next one.

Hermione leaves me with Harry and Ron

Harry looks directly at me, letting out a smirk knowing I was suffering underneath the table.

I open my mouth slightly to say something but no noise comes out.

P: I’m gonna help hermione find that potions book, be right back.

Harry left me with Ron… alone.

I wish I knew how he felt, he gave no signs. It was almost like he was taunting me, he’s harrys best friend, of course Harry would tell him everything.

I know he’s not reading that book because he hates reading.

I shut his book abruptly, surprising myself.

Ron looks at me, not angry but surprised. Immediately causing me to regret my actions.

His hand glides to mine, still on the book.

W: if you want my attention, just ask love.

I bite my lip hard, my panties absorbing the juices pouring down my pussy

W: I’ve been waiting all year for you.

Y/n: W-well, why didn’t you approach me?

W: Because I needed you ready. I didnt want to scare you off. Fuck…the things i want to do to you, y/n.

W: Then harry took a look into your fantasies… you look so innocent yet deep down you’re a little slut, just what I was hoping for. Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, you gained a taste for something more. First Harry, then hermione, oh especially hermione. So confused yet so sure of yourself.

Ron takes my hand underneath the table and places it on his groin. I took a quick breath in awe. His hard on pressed against the fabric, yearning for escape.

W: It turns me on watching you edge at the thought that you’re so close to making your dreams come true.

Harry and hermione return, I pull my hand back startled. Harry looks deep into my eyes and says, “It’s time”.

Hermione uses her wand to float the books back to their original home, realizing she could just have accio-ed the books to begin with… so this was all part of her plan.

Hermione extends her hand to me, I slowly grab it, admiring her soft delicate hands. Ron holds my other hand and Harry holds the remaining. Hermione whispers “room of requirement”.

*Room of Requirement*

As my dizziness started to vanish I could make out an array of gadgets, a bed, chairs, everything one could need for pleasure. This room truly does provide with what you need.

G: I guess I’m the last one.

Hermione gets close, her face a few inches from mine, I could feel her attempt to steady her breathing as Harry and Ron watch, listening…

Hermione tilts my chin up to meet her gaze.

G: I know you want them, but tonight it was my name you screamed. I know you yearn for my touch, for me to be your first. I don’t know if I can control myself. I’ll be your first y/n. If you let me be your last. If you decide to continue, you’ll be ours, you’ll be mine.

I felt my pussy throb again, only stronger, as if I had no release.

Hermione pulled my face and kissed me, her lips soft and inviting, I kissed her back. It was hot and heavy, full of passion. Hermione pulled back too soon.

I felt two men on either side of me, their hard ons pressing against me.

Harry turned my head toward him, looking deep into my eyes.

P: I need consent, y/n, tell me what it is you want.

I thought for a second, clearing my thoughts that were going 100mph.

Y/n:

I want you, Harry

I want Ron.

I want hermione

I belong to all three of you

P: I hope you know what you’re agreeing to, because we won’t hold back. And you shouldn’t hold back either, I know how dirty you truly are. I know your deepest desires. We belong to you now, I don’t want you to be afraid, you’re safe.

I kiss Harry almost instantly, our lips intertwined in a sensual dance, I feel my lips become parted as Harry entered my mouth.

I suddenly get pulled and spun, I’m face to face with Ron.

W: I’ve been waiting an eternity for this.

His hot mouth slammed into mine. Passion, heat, sex, all in one kiss. Better than I could ever fucking imagine. I don’t wait, I put my hands on the sides of his face and position him perfectly before I part his lips and taste his magnificent tongue. He groaned into my mouth. His nails digging into my waist as his cock jumped. He pulled me closer as I moan into his mouth.

I felt hermione and harry grow closer to me, their breathes on my neck before they started devouring me, I whimpered as my skin was nibbled, licked, sucked, I was a mess. My knees barely holding me up.

Harry and Hermione’s kisses grew closer and closer to each other until they met, making out with such force and desire.

Ron hoists me up, my legs wrapped around his waist, his sheltered cock against my wet panties. Behind me I hear Hermione receive the same fate.

Harry and Ron walked us somewhere, but I was too enthralled in the kiss. A sudden drop kicked me back into reality, hermione and I were on the bed. And I knew exactly what they were planning on.

Hermione and I look at each other and instantly we lock lips, I go down to her neck devouring any free skin I see, sucking at her earlobe earning several moans as I gently squeeze her soft tits.

She pulls me back by the hair ever so gently but firm.

G: While I am surprised, don’t be fooled, both dances are not the same, trust, that I’m gonna drive you as crazy as you drive me. I’m gonna fuck you like no guy has ever fucked you before.

I feel a tug on my hair and my neck becomes exposed, hermione runs her tongue from the bottom of my neck to my chin, leaving goosebumps all over my body.

She unbuttons my white shirt, her eyes never leaving mine as she slides the blouse off my shoulders. I unhook my bra from behind exposing my breasts. She cups one, massaging my nipple gently as she whispers “beautiful”. She takes the opposite nipple into her mouth, suckling, sending shivers down my spine.

As she pulls back I begin to unbutton her blouse and unbuckle her bra, her tits fall out and I stare at her in awe, “hermione, you’re so fucking amazing” she smiles cutely before she goes back to devouring my mouth, finally she parts her mouth inviting me in and I can taste her sweetness, wondering if her mouth tastes this good, theres no doubt her pussy will taste so fucking delicious.

I aggressively push her back against the bed, as I tug on her waistband I pull her panties off at the same time, leaving her pussy exposed and wet. She gets back up and grabs me, throwing me flat on the bed, stomach down. She pulls my skirt and panties off. Lifting my hips as she places me in doggy style, I suddenly feel her breath on my opening. She runs her wet tongue across my folds covering every inch. She blows lightly making me shiver from the sudden cold, I feel her tongue enter inside me, a cold to warm sensation turning my insides fire.

“Oh fuck, hermione!”

She begins fucking me with her tongue as she grips my ass cheeks. Pulling me closer with each penetration. I could hear clothes ruffling on either side of me, a smack of skin on skin could be heard from both sides, letting me know their cocks were no longer covered. I open my eyes and their hard ons are next to my face.

P: Stick out your tongue for me, love

As i obey his command both men take their lengths and place the glossy tips on my tongue, their heads colliding as they fight for ownership of my precum covered tongue.

I get flipped on my back, Hermione’s naked body makes her way to me, as she tries to kiss me I push her on her back, leaving her surprised.

I place one leg over hers until our cunts are perfectly aligned, “you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this to you, fuck!”, our clits connect like magnets, so sensitive I can feel our juices mixing together. I move back and forth, our folds intertwining with each other, she stopped fighting back, instead she was a moaning mess, her eyes rolling back as I rid her pussy, her pleasured face causing me to near my end.

Y/n: Hermione, I think I’m gonna cum!

G: me too, fuck!

I pick up speed, she grips onto my hips guiding our pussies deeper into each other, faster, I lean back using my hands as support getting a better angle that sends us straight over the edge.

Fuck! Hermione! Y/n! We end up screaming into Harry and Ron’s hands, screaming that didn’t stop until the orgasms settled. We collapsed on the bed next to each other, catching our breath.

Hermione turns to look at me.

G: Wow, y/n, that was amazing. Don’t forget, there’s two others waiting for release. And they’ve been so patient for you.

I looked over at both of them, now rock solid, their loads must be absolutely impressive. I squeeze my thighs together as if I’d had no release, my next release building up inside.

Y/n: I’ve always wanted to try something, but I’ve never done it, I want them both inside me at the same time but I’ve never done anal.

G: it’s okay y/n, I’ll guide you. Who do you want behind you.

Y/n: I want Ron, I know he’ll be kind to me

P: Good choice, I don’t think I could go easy on you if I could

Ron gives Harry a disgruntled look before rummaging around nearby shelves, returning with a large bottle of lube.

Hermione helps position me in a comforting variation of doggy style.

W: I’ll go easy on you baby, let me know if it becomes too much, I’ll stop

I smile, im filled with a mixture of lust and warmth.

I feel a dip in the bed, Ron’s thighs hover behind mine. I hear the bottle click open as he rubs the liquid onto himself, a sweet fruity scent. He rubs some on his thumb before placing it on my forbidden hole.

W: Are you ready, m’love?

I nod, he slowly slides the tip of his thumb.

W: Relax your muscles, baby, I got you.

I exhale a deep breath, letting all my stress and anxieties out as his thumb surpasses my ring and slides inside, it was a pleasure unknown to me. An illegal sensation that felt so right. He pumps a few times causing me to throb once again. Like both pleasures were connected in some way.

Ron pulls his thumb out.

W: Get ready, this is the real deal. I apologize in advance, my size doesn’t benefit you right now but I promise to help you enjoy it. After, I’ll reward you by pounding that tight pussy of yours, for being such a good girl.

The walls in my pussy tightened, god I wanted to be fucked so badly, it’s been a while since my last time, having them around didn’t help. Constantly fantasizing about this moment, but fuck was this worth the wait.

Ron places the tip of his cock on my tighter hole, he puts pressure on it but nothing happens.

W: Relax your muscles love, like you did with my thumb.

I exhale again and calm myself, relaxing my inner muscles, his head slips in slowly.

Y/n: fuck, please, go slow

He was right, his size didn’t help, but he was all the help I needed, if I could take him I could take Harry. Being thrown around, not caring which hole, sounded like a dirty fucking dream.

I felt myself stretching around Ron, the pain almost fully gone, he proceeded to fuck me with his head, slowly, ever so often adding more and more of his size, until he was balls deep inside my ass. He wasn’t moving but I was moaning, I didn’t even care that Ron took over hermione as the guide, but I had no complaints. He felt fucking incredible inside me, I was leaking all over the bed, throbbing to no end.

Hermione got into all four in front of me, Harry behind her as he lubed his cock.

G: You ready for the best part, y/n?

Harry slid inside hermione, she let out a high pitched moan.

Ron pulled out and thrusted, I moaned louder than Hermione. It was no longer painful, Ron’s cock filled every inch of me, I wanted to cum so hard but my clit, my pussy, remained untouched, like endless pleasure. Fuck, double penetration must feel fucking unmatched.

Y/n: Please, Ron, don’t hold back, fuck me!

P: Sounds to me like she’s ready.

While I was focused on the overwhelming sensations, hermione had finished cumming into her hand, having a clear solution for my aching pussy.

Ron slipped his cock out and Harry did the same. Ron threw me on my side, after applying more lube, Ron laid in front of me and Harry laid behind me. Ron caressed my thigh making his way to my knee, lifting and stretching me to the perfect position for all of us. Harry put on more lube and slid in with ease as I remembered to remain calm.

Realizing I am no longer in need of training, Harry begins to fuck me senseless. Yet Ron hasn’t started fucking me yet. I grow impatient, my sensitive clit needing his touch, my juices spilling out more than ever. He continued to watch me, as if waiting for a the right moment. Gripping my knee with such force as though it were taking all of his strength to hold back.

He finally raises his knee aligning himself to my free opening and slid his cock inside me. I’d probably rip in half if he didn’t take it slow, he fucked me with utter gentleness, his full length deep inside, stretched to his perfect length and girth.

I continue to moan in pleasure and frustration as Harry fucks me from behind. I feel Harry squeeze my hip as he finishes inside me.

P: y/n’s all yours, mate

Ron flips me on my back, I use his weight to flip him back as he is much stronger than me, to my surprise it works. I straddle his cock and slip his entire member inside letting out a loud groan. I begin to bounce up and down tasting every inch, feeling every inch, how could it feel larger? Could he be close?

Ron pulls my arms behind me, forearms together as hermione ties a rope around them with her wand. He flips us into missionary, my whole body exposed, he thrusts hard with no hesitation.

Y/n: Ron!…OH FUCK…Pound my pussy like you said you would! fuck…just like that baby!

My legs were suddenly tied to the bed, I was bound for his pleasure. He didn’t hold back, Ron began thrusting into me harder and harder each time, picking up the pace, groaning into my mouth, I couldn’t take it anymore. What I had long built up exploded onto his cock, tears streamed down my eyes. It was the first time someone other than me made me squirt.

I feel Ron’s cock swell inside me with each impending thrust, until finally he growled and he too met his glorious end, his hot white liquid shot into me, my insides coated in his lust.

It took us minutes to get our breathing back to normal, I was at a loss for words.

Ron cleaned me up and helped me get dressed while Harry and hermione did their own thing.

G: Well, y/n, I don’t think I need to ask what you thought…so I’ll just ask Harry.

I giggled at her joke, as did the others.

G: Anyways, we’ll be on our way. Watch your back, we might not be so kind to you next time, y/n.

Harry and hermione looked at Ron and smiled before they disapperated.

Y/n: Youre not going with them?

Ron just smirked, and took my hand into his.

As we were going down a corridor, suddenly two men met us at the turning point, almost bumping into one another.

It was Fred and George!

W: Thought Harry wouldn’t tell me about this one? You seem to be quite fond of the Weasleys, y/n.

Sharing myself with the Weasleys has been a fantasy of mine, longer than the golden trio. Hermione was my lesbian fantasy, and Harry was hot, but realistically I liked Ron, and judging by where I am now, Harry definitely told him. No wonder he’s so sweet on me, he took my anal virginity for god sake! And now he’s trusting me with his brothers, to fulfill my lustful desires. Fuck he’s amazing.

F/G: Y/n?

Fuck, I spaced out again.

Y/n: Y-yes?

The three men towered over me.

F: Is it true, y/n? Are you really the slut I heard you are?

Fred pulled me closer, now closely surrounded by the three Weasleys, so close I could feel their breathing on my skin.

F: I trust Ron prepared you for us… he’s letting us borrow you for tonight.

Borrow me? Did Ron tell them I belong to him? Fuck I know being objectified should feel wrong, I should be offended, but I’d be lying if I said it doesn’t turn me on, the thought of letting them use me for their pleasure.

W: To be clear, y/n, you get all three Weasleys. Tonight, you’re the Weasley’s slave, Princess.

Ron’s loving eyes turned lustful, almost evil. It was clear he wasn’t going to be gentle, and I didn’t want him to be. This man owns me, and tonight, so do Fred and George.

Ron released my hand and cupped my chin, we were so close I could feel his hard on through his pants, “So, what do you say, love?”

I present both my wrists to him.

Y/n: Im ready, master.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Welp, I DID NOT expect the story to go this long or quite possibly get a sequel, but I’m not complaining. Guess y/n is going to be intertwined by three once again, THE WEASLEYS, ahhhhhh! I don’t know what my fascination with Ron is but I hope yall like him as much as I do lol. Lmk what yall thought about this story in the comments and if there should be a part 2!

Part 2 for intertwined by three?

Yes, let’s get the Weasleys together!

Nah, write about someone else

Voting ended onJan 26

[maple-the-awesome]

Teach Me What You Like ||

Pairing: tasm! Peter Parker x Shy! Reader

Words: 5,261

Overview: You've always been too shy to ask for anything particular from Peter during sex, instead allowing him to take the reigns and make all the decisions for himself based on what he thinks will please you, but tonight, he wants you to take control.

Warnings: Smut, +18, shy/dom. reader, semi-dom./sub. Peter, oral (both male and female receiving), vaginal sex, praise kink, a tiny bit of overstimulation.

Note: This is my first smut, so it's a bit of an experiment ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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The sky outside is the darkest you've seen in a while, at least for it being five in the afternoon. Perhaps it's because of the heavy rain New York's been dealing with for a week straight.

Normally, you'd be tired of this weather, but it's somewhat melodic listening to the pattering rain singing outside the apartment window while you're curled up next to Peter on the couch, his arms holding you to his chest while his thumb carefully rubs circles against the back of your hand.

Seeing that New York might as well be flooding, even Spiderman has been confined to his own home which is a blessing in disguise since it means you can have yet another day of wearing pajamas, eating pizza, and binge watching movies together; your ideal evening, although, it could be made better.

"...I've been thinking," as if reading your mind, Peter starts with a whisper, his voice almost being a surprise seeing how long the two of you have been lying in silence. Nevertheless, you could never get tired of hearing it.

You hum as a sign that you're listening, unable to fight your smile when he presses a long kiss to your cheek. You thought you already had an idea of what he might suggest, however, you’re a bit concerned when he doesn't say it right away.

Instead, Peter seems more hesitant compared to his usual self, in fact, when you sit up to get a better look at his face, his head remains downward with one hand still attached to yours and the other pulling at bits of fuzz on the blanket.

"Is everything okay, Pete?"

"Of course, it is, I just...I've been thinking," he repeats the words, this time finally looking into your eyes with his free hand reaching up to push a strand of loose hair behind your ear where he then lingers,"...whenever we have sex, you never ask for much."

While you had guessed it could be something sex related, you didn't expect that. His words make your face light up, your eyes directly downward in embarrassment,"...I don't need much."

"What I mean is, you always let me lead things myself- which I have no problem with-, but you don't tell me if there's anything more that you want," you open your mouth only for his finger to press against your lips as he smirks," and moaning doesn't count, darling. I try my hardest to do what I think you'll like, but I'm not a mind reader, y'know? There has to be something you wish I'd do more or less of to make you good, whether it's a way you've been dying to have me touch you or maybe even a way you want to touch me..."

He trails off, leaving room for you to say anything if you'd like. When you remain silent in your embarrassment, he smiles before his lips make their way to your neck at last, pressing soft butterfly kisses that send your hands into his hair where they tangle into each strand carefully.

"I guess what I'm getting at is I want to try something new tonight. I want to have tonight be focused on you where we do the things you want to do. We can try a new position, we can go hard or soft, fast or slow..." you swear at this point he's purposely drawing out each word, his deep voice dripping like honey that makes a wetness pool between your legs," tonight's yours to experiment with, princess; anything goes."

"...Anything?" At last, you give in, biting back any sinful sound that hides in your throat as his face tickles your neck.

He pauses for a moment, his breath causing you to shiver in anticipation for him to resume his previous work," well...anything that doesn't involve putting you in pain. I'm afraid I won't be willing to do anything that harms even an inch of your precious body, but that's my only condition for tonight.”

You hum with content, allowing Peter's words to play with your inner thoughts even as his lips begin to continue their assault on your sensitive skin. It's as if he's purposely trying to fog your mind which you're sure isn't too far from the truth. Oh, you have ideas alright.

"So what do you say, pretty girl? Wanna give it a try tonight?" Peter removes himself from your neck, sitting up straight to rest his forehead against yours, lips hovering above your own," see if we can't break you out of your shell a little?"

With a short chuckle, you consider his offer more thoroughly. It's a lie to say you aren't nervous, but you push the feeling down when looking into the eyes of the man in front of you. It's only Peter. You've been with him plenty of times before and, while you’ve more than enjoyed your time together, there are certain desires you have that either haven’t been touched at all or haven't been touched nearly enough...Maybe it won't hurt to let yourself be a little more confident with him.

You move your lips to his, giving them a peck that's just enough for a tease," okay, let's try it."

Peter beams at your answer which is quickly followed by his lips crashing against yours. His hands move up from where they've been pressed on the couch beside you, supporting his weight. They find a new home around your waist, one even moving just under your shirt to rub your bare hip.

"...Teach me what you like, Princess," he's words are muffled against the deep kiss he gives you, his tongue dragging across your lower lip with the desire for entrance. The second you even begin to part your own lips, his tongue's swirling inside your mouth. One hand reaches up, cupping your cheek to gently turn your head to the side in order to provide him with a better angle.

A quiet moan is barely audible through the kiss. His body is falling into yours, hinting for you to lay back against the cushions and you can feel his free hand beginning to creep along your side, tickling your soft skin on its way up to a location which you know acts as a magnet for him. A part of you wants to obey, letting him have his way with you the same way you normally do, but tonight's supposed to be your night, right? If your conversation seconds ago isn't enough to make that part known, then the fact that your boyfriend's purposely taking his time does. He's waiting patiently for you to feel comfortable enough to take the reigns, giving you plenty of pauses in between acts to decide when you want said control.

Peter hisses in a breath, his body tensing at the feeling of your hand against his crotch. Unlike the hand that's rubbing circles against his chest, the one he wants so desperately to do the same remains completely still. He plans to complain, his free hand moving much faster to your breast to copy your own teasing action, but before it can make it there, you're suddenly pushing on his chest.

He might've chuckled at your failed attempt at knocking Spiderman down, but your mouth rips away from his in an instant, your breathless words giving the first orders of the night," lay down."

While he doesn't laugh, a smirk still etches into his face. Following your command just as promised, he lays down, both of his hands falling to your hips. He takes the time to admire the image of you moving to straddle him, your legs kneeled at both of his sides with your warm core pressed against his clothed crotch. Even the slightest movement of you sitting down before kissing him again is enough to make his groan, your hips grinding together in a way that really makes that tent in his pants form. While tonight's your night, he's certain he's going to be enjoying it just as much.

Your hands are positioned next to his head, holding yourself up just enough to hover above him. Despite your bold actions, you nervously stare down at him with a heavy blush," this is okay, right?"

He smiles encouragingly, pecking your nose," more than okay. Keep going, Princess."

Once again, your lips are pieced together, moving simultaneously while Peter's hands now impatiently wonder your figure enough to memorize every curve of you (not that he hasn't already). You shift in response, purposely grinding against him yet giving him little time to finish his moan before nibbling on his lower lip.

Ever so slowly, you sit up straight until nearly all of your weight is against his crotch, his hands once again falling to rest on your hips and keep you steady. From there, you look over your handsome boyfriend, admiring his red face which holds that same giddy smile you’ve come to know him for especially during such intimate times, but tonight, it seems much brighter. He's clearly on cloud nine, his mind racing with all the possibilities of what you're going to want from him. He did say he'll do just about anything for his love.

You step off the couch, an action that allows him to sit up straight with a raised eyebrow. He opens his mouth to ask where you want to take things next, but the words catch in his throat when you kneel down, your hands rested upon his knees.

With a gulp you hope he doesn't notice, you keep your eyes down while fidgeting to get his belt off. He does nothing to stop you, instead helping throw the belt aside and pull down his pants to pool at his feet after you give them a tug. You can't really believe you're doing this, but you don't want to stop either. Besides, if Peter's helping, he must not have any issue with this.

You wonder if you've been staring at the tent in his boxers for too long, the thought of what's hidden inside making your blush grow as does the uncomfortable wetness pooling between your own legs. If you really wanted to, you could just tell him to rip you apart right here and now which he'd probably do in a heartbeat, but if you want to savor your moment of dominance, you'll have to be just as patient as you plan on making him be.

Peter sits back as you pull off his boxers finally, the breath inside his chest growing heavier without you needing to actually touch him. The anticipation alone is enough to drive him crazy. He watches each movement you give from the hand you use to pull your hair back to the way you reach another over to his hard cock, fingers dancing across the sensitive skin.

You find yourself smirking at the wonderful sound you draw from his lips, your nerves beginning to melt away completely as you add another hand, working them in concurrently from the base to the tip which is already leaking a growing bead of precum that plants a question into your mind you hope to answer rather quickly: what does he taste like?

Peter has used his mouth as a weapon against you before, although, not for nearly as long as you would like nor have you ever been brave enough to return the favor. Sure, you've taken the risk of reaching down to stroke him from time to time, but whenever Peter would pause to test what you'll do next, you'd back out. Not this time, though.

You thumb moves over that little dot of precum and you finally find the guts to glance up at him. He can't even look at you at this point, his eyes closed gently as he hums at the feeling of you being so close. He's secretly wanted to have you touch him there for far too long, but seeing your constant hesitation, he's just never taken the chance of asking you to have your way with him until tonight.

With a deep breath, you lean forward, your hand finding a temporary place holding his dick up just enough to wrap your swollen lips around his length. You immediately feel him tensen, a louder moan ripping through the silence of the room as his head tosses back. The further you take him in, the tighter he squeezes his eyes shut, his breath hitching at the indescribable feeling. He wants more and he's about to get it.

Taking his moans as a sign of approval, you move your mouth up, sucking as you retract yourself back to his tip. Removing your mouth fully, you let your tongue swirl his tip before sinking back down seconds later. Your tongue follows your lips down, licking a line and tracing that sensitive vein of his until you can't fit anymore. Deciding that it just won't do to let any part of his manhood go unnoticed, you move one hand to the part of his dick your mouth can't reach while the other goes to his balls, the first pumping while the other takes turns massaging each ball.

Peter is helpless against the moans that you force out of him, his mind unable to focus on just one spot. He thinks of the warmth of your mouth, drool over his dick, and heated hand gripping his balls, making him shift in his place regardless of how hard he tries to stay still.

"You k-know, tonight's supposed to be-mmh- about you, n-not me, right?" He asks between moans, opening his eyes just enough to peek a glance at you, although it's a terrible choice. If he didn't have any self control in that moment, he would've cummed just at the sight of you working your magic for him...only for him.

You pull away from his dick with a 'pop', looking up at him with innocent doe eyes while your hands continue to pump," exactly. Nothing gets me wetter than seeing you like this, Pete."

Your bold words take him by surprise, not that he's complaining by any means. Instead, he throws his head back once again when your lips return to suck him to the edge. When he finally can't take it anymore, he moves his hands to your head, pulling on handfuls of your hair.

"Fu-fuck. I'm g-getting close," he expects you to take that as your cue to pull away, but you remain latched, the hand you had on his balls joining its twin at the base of his cock.

You push your mouth as far as it can go, accidently going a bit too far which causes his tip to press against the back of your throat. You gag at the action, pulling back but stopping yourself from completely abandoning him. He wants to ask if you're okay, but words fail him as he jerks his hips up, causing his dick to hit the top of your mouth this time. The movements paint a new image in your head, one where he's fucking your mouth without restraint with his hands holding you in place by the hair, however, judging on how loud his moans are the growing and the twitching of his tip against your tongue, you might have to wait for another day to try that. Don't want to overwork him too much now.

He whines incoherently while bucking his hips, the only words you're able to make out being your name and the word 'cum'. Still, your gasp is muffled by both his large dick and the cum that shoots into your mouth as his nails dig into your hair. Unable to fit both anymore, you're forced to choose which one you want, pulling your mouth away. You lose some of the cum from the cracks of your mouth, leaving it along with a mix of your drool on the tip of his cock, but you're careful to shallow the rest, a hand moving to clear the remnants off your lips while sparing a look back up to your boyfriend who looks more than pleased.

"Peter?"

"Yes....Princess?" The poor guy's still breathless and you've barely started.

"Let's take it into the bedroom," he doesn't need to be told twice, standing to his shaky feet at the same time that you do.

There's only a second between then and his lips being on your cum soaked ones, his arms moving down to your ass. Taking the hint, you jump with your arms folding around his neck and legs wrapped around his hips, Peter easily picking you up and carrying you off to the location of your choice.

Due to the hurried kisses and wandering hands on your back, you're too distracted to even consider watching where you are, your only singal that you've made it to the bedroom being the way your back hits the soft bed, Peter immediately falling after you.

His hands are all over you, tugging and pulling on any piece of fabric he can find, but to be fair, you're all over him, too. Having already left his boxers and pants in the living room, all Peter has left is his precious shirt which is easily forgotten the second he tosses it to the side. He's more concerned about you, ripping your own shirt and pants off to leave you wrapped in the only articles of clothing that can get him hard again.

"Hold on," you grasp his wrist when his fingers just brush against your bra, your voice stern," I'm in control tonight, right?"

He gives a halfhearted pout," does that mean I'm not gonna have any chance to play with you?"

"Don't worry, Pete. I'm gonna keep you in mind, but I also wanna be a little selfish tonight, too. I got you to cum once already, so it's your turn to make me cum in the way I want," your hands move to his chest, tracing his biceps which makes him shiver.

"And how do you want to cum tonight, Princess? What do you want me to do to you?" Although he smirks playfully, his heart is jumping in his chest.

Despite how much you fight to be in the role of a confident dom, you feel butterflies at the words. Of course, your boyfriend's not going to have any of that.

"What is it, pretty girl? I know that face. Believe it or not, I keep a close eye on you during sex. I can tell when you want something, but that spider bite didn't give me mind reading powers. You're going to have to use your words," he's attacking your neck again, but this time he’s sucking and biting against your collarbone, leaving little marks that you'll either have to cover up or wear with pride later," or am I just going to have to have my way with you like every other night? If that happens, you won't get to feel that exploding pleasure you crave which would be a shame for both of us, wouldn't it?"

"Sounds to me like you already know what I want," you moan, hands lost in his hair again.

He has the nerve to keep his teasing smirk," I have an idea. It's something I've wanted to do to you for a while now, but I've never wanted to make you uncomfortable, but if you say what it is, I'll do it right now with no hesitation."

You groan when he bucks his hips into yours, his dick rubbing against your still clothed clit for only a second which isn't enough by any means. You have no more control to keep teasing," eat me out, Peter. I-I want you to make me see stars!”

Fuck, you're desperate, but Peter isn't one to judge. Exactly as promised, he works with haste, in fact, the words have barely left your mouth by the time he's already down there, tugging you a bit roughly towards the edge of the mattress by your panties which are discarded the second you're where he wants you.

"Oh, Peter!" You cry out, not actually expecting him to quite literally start eating you out the second those divers are out of the way. He doesn't even waste time teasing, diving in tongue first.

You have no idea how long he's wanted to do this. In the past, he's seen the way you look at him desperately whenever he's taken the chance of kitten licking your clit while working you with his fingers, however, it's only been to tease, daring you to ask for what you secretly crave most. Now, you're finally getting it.

He uses his hands to move your legs over his shoulders so that he can get as deep as he pleases. Using one hand, he moves your folds apart, inserting a finger or two whenever he feels like it, but mainly sticking to the abilities of his mouth which sucks against your clit with a force that pulls you to buck your hips upward. You're a moaning mess already which isn't helped by his long tongue reaching until it can't go further, licking at your entrance before retracting to play with your clit.

"Peter, please don't stop!" You might actually be angry when he suddenly pulls away from you, smiling with a face that glistens in your wetness.

"Don't worry, pretty girl. I'm only getting started," he crawls up onto the bed with you, falling with his head against the pillow. He holds his hands out towards you, making a grabbing motion as his tongue darts across his lips," you told me to eat you out, so I don't plan on stopping till I'm full."

"Y-You're sure?" You understand exactly what he’s hinting towards. Although you want it too, you're nervous that it might be a bit much...maybe even for both of you.

"Come here, pretty girl. Let me get addicted to your taste."

Moving slowly, you position your body over his head, kneeling down carefully as to not crush him, but apparently he's not having that. Growing a bit impatient, he grabs your thighs and pulls you down, smashing your dripping clit against his lips. The pressure between his tongue and your own weight pressing you down rips a loud moan from your lungs, your hands flying to the headboard to steady yourself.

"F-FUCK!"

The dizzy feeling accompanied by the messy sounds of Peter sucking makes you see the very stars you requested, your head throwing back as your eyes squeeze shut. It isn't exactly as you had imagined- no, it's far better. You can tell Peter was telling the truth when he said he's dream of this because never have you seen a man so eager- so hungry while lapping up every drop of juice that he can, tongue tickling your insides in a pleasure you can't describe.

With you finally being distracted, he moves his hands up, removing your bra at last and tossing it to the complete opposite side of the room. He's in love with the warmth of your body against his tongue, the way your juices flow and fill his mouth in a flavor he hopes to never forget. It’s enough to make him even more aroused than he was when having been the one being pleased. Your moans are music to his ears, ensuring him that you're being well taken care of tonight just as he has hoped. His joy grows when he feels your thighs twitch against the sides of him, your pussy clenching.

"Peter, I-I'm going to cum!" Your body begins to tense, the spring inside your stomach curling back and ready to pop at any second now. You're a sweaty, panting mess and so is Peter. You can feel him bucking his hips behind you, his own moans vibrating your core.

Suddenly it all comes undone as you cry out his name, allowing your orgasm to take you over at last. Peter groans himself, wasting no time sucking up every drop while you shake above him. When hearing your whimpers grow, he gives one last kiss to your clit before pulling away to let you roll onto the bed beside him, breathless.

"...Hey there, pretty girl," his hand goes to your head, a gentle smile pulling at his lips which you return. Both of your faces are red and your chests are heaving to catch your breaths. While sex with you in unimaginable, Peter could also just do with lying beside you, getting to take in every detail of your perfect face with the reminder that you're his and only his.

"Hi handsome," you chuckle before moving to sit up again. You find your place back over top of him in a nearly identical position as to the one you had taken on the couch earlier (minus the clothes, of course).

"You're still not done? Man, you're demanding tonight," he teases, rubbing his thumb against your soft cheek as he admires the view above him once more.

You smile, grinding just above where he wants you most which breaks his attitude with a groan. You wait until his eyes are back on you to let your smile turn into a playful smirk," you told me to do as I please tonight. Now I only have one last request."

"That being?" He knows. Goodness, he knows, but he wants to hear those dirty words from your innocent little mouth. He wants to see that side of you no one else ever will.

He can feel your dripping pussy move to a line with his cock, one of your hands leading him there and teasing both of you by rubbing his tip against your wetness. You keep him there before leaning down, an action that makes him pucker his lips in expectation of you meeting him there, however, you instead hover yourself aside his ear, your whispered voice sending a chill down his entire body and making his dick jump.

"I'm gonna fuck you, Peter Parker, and I'm going to show you exactly how I like to feel you inside me; how drunk I am for you and you alone. Only after I cum will I like you finish what you've started tonight by returning the favor. You can fuck me in any way you like- tear me apart if you want- to show me how you like to feel inside of me. That's when you can cum, okay?"

"Y-Yes, Princess," he groans at your low voice, his excitement bubbling. He should've let you order him around long ago...

You push him into your soaking pussy causing both of you to give shaky moans. Fuck, is he big, filling you up so perfectly that it makes you want to cry. Surely you'll never get sick of the way he fills you up, stretching your walls as you sink down until feeling yourself reach his balls.

You hold yourself up with the backboard while letting your body get used to Peter's size. Meanwhile, he tangles his hands in your hair, watching you lovingly while whispering comments ranging from how good you look as a top to how good you feel as a top. His words only make you more eager to not be able to walk in the morning.

Lifting your hips, you rise up to the tip of his dick before pushing back down to his balls once again. You continue this motion, picking up speed with a series of moans passing through your mouth. Peter himself is groaning your name, his hands falling from your hair to squeeze your breasts. He lifts his hips ever so slightly, taking some of the stress off of you by thrusting to meet you part of the way there which leads to more pleasure.

"F-Fuck, pretty girl...You feel so good- so warm."

Eventually, you lean backwards, supporting yourself on the backs of your hands beside Peter's hips. At this position, his dick manages to hit that wonderful spot hidden inside you which is awarded by a sigh of gratitude. Even so, it isn't enough.

He moans your name, hands gripping tighter around your breasts. You carefully grab one of them, moving it downwards to your clit and holding it there. Getting the message, Peter happily begins to rub that tiny bud above where you bounce on his dick. This extra touch from him sends sensations through your body that are indescribable, so it's only a matter of time before that spring inside of you begins to come undone once again.

"That's it, pretty girl. Cum for me," Peter's words open a gateway of pleasure as you cum for a second time tonight which is announced by crying out his name and moving your hands to grip at his shoulders.

“Good girl…Such a good girl,” he's quick to sit up, wrapping his arms around you to steady you as you cum all over his cock. Your own arms snake around him, unable to pull yourself away from the warmth of his body that feels like a beacon. The pleasure you feel from your orgasm nearly blinds you to the agreement you had made minutes ago, however, Peter's kind enough to remind you of you by flipping you onto your back suddenly.

By the time you blind open your eyes, Peter is hovering above you on his knees with a smirk that sends shivers down your spine. Opening your mouth, you prepare to say something, but it only comes out as a cry as he jerks your body by your hips back to him before thrusting into your core.

Peter shows you no mercy, his dick hitting inside your pussy at such a force that it makes you numb but in a good way. His stern grip on your hips is the only thing preventing you from being pushed off the bed, but it doesn't keep your arms from falling back, your hands gripping the bedsheets as he pulls moan after moan out of you while fucking you relentlessly.

"This is how good you make me feel, pretty girl...Always so good to me. The perfect fit," his words are mumbled since most of his focus is put into snapping his hips into you and drowning himself in the sounds of your mewls mixed with the smacking of your wet pussy.

His hand returns to your well swollen clit, swirling around it as you bite back anymore moans as they’ve already made your throat just as sore by this point.

"You like that, pretty girl? You like your little clit played with, don't you? I gotta remember that..."

"P-Peter-" The stars take over your vision again, but begin to become a hazy mess that's almost too much.

"-I know, I know. Almost there…Just one more time, please princess? For me?" If you weren't so overwhelmed with your own senses, you'd feel his dick twitching inside of you, prepared to realize at any moment.

Too loose from your last orgasms, you finally come for a third time, crying out Peter's name at a volume you don't think you've ever reached before. On command, he pushes into you completely, his dick hitting the back of your pussy as he paints your inner walls white with his cum.

Holding you close, Peter leans down to touch his forehead to yours, his mouth hanging open to catch his breath as he gently rolls his hips to ride out his orgasm. Pulling out at last, he captures your lips against his and pulls you to his chest once falling to your side on the bed. You tiredly return to kiss before pulling away and smiling at him.

"...That was amazing. I don’t think I’ve ever cummed this much in one night.”

"Maybe you should take the reins more often, mm?"

"Maybe I should," you peck his nose before hiding your sweaty face away in the crook of his neck, his chuckle vibrating against your bodies.

"...Peter?"

"Yes, princess?"

"I've always wanted to try shower sex."

It’s going to be a long night.

[nonbinary-thot]

Spiderman definitely has a thing for bondage!!!

a/n please note that this is not about marvel peter park (tom Holland) as he is 16 and does not progress in age. Please don't bash me about this as I am making a statement before I posted this !!!

Spiderman, aka Peter Parker was your boyfriend of three years, and he had told you two years in that he was Spiderman. He couldn't really hide it well, he always came home beaten up and you'd fix him up.

Peter was having an especially hard day today. A villain had gone berserk today, robbing bank after bank and peter just couldn't seem to catch up.

So after fighting the villain for so long, he had come home beaten up, just wanting to rest in the warm crevice of your pussy. He didn't even wanna fuck, just wanted to eat you out for a couple hours.

But when he came home, and you fixed him up, you refused to let him anywhere near you or your body. "Peter, as much as I fuckin' love you, I can't keep fixing you up after every beaten. I'm tired of it. Either stop getting hurt, or go to someone else to patch you up." You huffed, crossing your leg over your right leg. You were dressed in that silky nightgown he had gifted for you, and it turns him on so much seeing it on you.

Peter just groaned slightly, feeling his cock stir alright. "Baby please.. just a bit? I just wanna taste.. just need it baby.." peter begged, getting on his knees to sit in front of you. His eyes half lidded, a prominent pout on his now glossy lips he had just licked.

That's how you ended up... Your hands webbed to the headboard, your legs thrown over his shoulder as he pounded into you, his fingers pulling and flicking at your nipples. All you could do was cry, fat tears running down your cheeks as your cunt clenched and spasmed around his thick cock.

Peter wasn't exceptionally big per day, he was 5 inches with an upward bent, but god was he thick in girth. It was so girthy and delicious, it made you cum so hard your legs would shake. And that's how we liked it.

"fuck, I just wanted to eat you out, mama.. but you just have to be so fuckin' bratty, huh?" He growled, on of his hands leaving your nipples and gripped your waist, slamming his cock deeper into you. Your jaw was slacked, drool dripping and eyes rolled back.

He was just so.. deliciously thick, it was hard not to cum. And he could tell by the way your cunt was suddenly squeezing, the way your cunt shifted from not so tight to tight told him you were close. "Don't you fuckin' cum, bratty bitch. You wanna be a brat? You can get treated like one." He whispered, slicking the sweat off your neck and bit down lightly, licking at the indented teeth marks.

You couldn't help but clench at his threat, and the thrusts he was giving? It was to much !! You came with a broken moan, your legs tightened and closing around his neck. That made him stop.

You panted, the sticky residue of salty tears on your cheeks and his deepening glare at you only fueled you. His hand suddenly landed on your neck, tightening so you could barely breathe, but wouldn't pass out.

"Dirty girl, how could you not listen to me? It was such a clear instructions.. I guess we'll keep going, and this time I'll make sure you don't cum."

Reposts are appreciated !!! Thank you for reading :))

[gryffindorimar]

You’re Mine [Part 2]

Neville x (fem) Reader

Location: Prefects bathroom

Warning ⚠️: Explicit Content (18+) Intense smut, Bathroom sex (unprotected), Fingering, Bdsm (M! Dom, F! Sub), Name calling (ex: slut, princess, etc.), Sex toy on fem (same toy used on Neville, ⚠️washed before use⚠️), Punishment/reward dynamic, Spanking, Oral sex (fem to male)

*All characters 18+*

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Recap✨:

N: "I have a question, more of a request..."

Y/n: "Ask away"

N: "Are you too tired for round two?"

I look at him surprised... his hard on pressing against his stomach.

Y/n: Im never too tired for you, Neville.

I smiled...

N: "Let's have some fun then, shall we?"

'*•.¸♡ ♡¸.•*'

Present time✨:

*Y/n and Neville are naked in the bubbly bath*

Neville turns to me and begins to kiss my neck, nibbling and suckling. His hands drop to my hips, squeezing hard as he begins to kiss lower and lower.

His hand rises to my breast, he squeezes them causing me to whimper, his hot, wet mouth replacing his hand.

Y/n: “Fuck…”

My pussy starts to throb as his pursed lips suck on my nipple, his warm tongue circling my areola.

I moaned when he lightly nibbled, causing a pleasure/pain sensation that only he knew how to execute perfectly.

He takes his index finger and tilts my face up to meet his lustful eyes, he whispers…

N: “I’m going to pound that tight little pussy of yours until you can’t take it anymore.”

His hand glided down to my pussy, he slid his index and middle finger inside. As he suspected, his words caused me to become wet. He was no idiot to assume it was bath water, he knew what his words did to me.

N: “My little slut likes my dirty talk, huh? Does she still want to be my submissive?”

I nod, a whimper escaping my lips.

I’ve come to terms with my submission, I don’t always have to be in charge and fuck does it feel fucking good to be dominated by Neville Longbottom.

Neville turns around and grabs his wand and whispers, “accio…”

He begins to wash something under the water, his back turned away. I become intrigued, what could it be?

As he turns around I noticed… it was his vibrator!

N: “Jump, sweetheart…”

Nev helped me sit on the edge.

N: “Open your legs.”

Y/n: “W-what?”

I had never used sex toys before, I’d only ever used it on him.

N: “Open your legs, or you won’t get your reward, y/n”.

I could tell by the tone of his voice he didn’t want to be kept waiting, I opened my legs slowly and he slid the sex toy inside me…

N: “Good girl”, he smirked.

He started to pick up the pace, gently fucking me with his toy waiting patiently for my pussy to stretch out to it’s size.

I was a mess, moaning, whimpering, groaning, and then…

*Click, Click*

I gasped! The toy began to vibrate on my g-spot. The sweet pleasure spreading through my shaking body, Neville knew I was accommodated to the size and began to fuck me harder.

My moans echoed through the bathroom, but no one could hear thanks to Neville’s charm.

Y/n: “Oh fuck yes! I’m gonna cum daddy…”

*Click, Click*

His movement became rough, his toy vibrating on the right spots. I finally reached orgasm, an inhumane scream escaped my throat as I came all over his toy, my body shaking heavily.

Even after the sex toy was shut off, I could feel the aftershocks of my orgasm.

N: “Do you trust me, Y/n?”

Y/n: “With all my heart Neville, why?”

Before I knew it I was back in the water facing the edge, my hands magically tied behind my back. Neville bent me over, I could feel his hard-on near my ass cheek.

Neville leaned against my ear and whispered, “It’s time for your reward, princess. You’re going to get fucked like the little slut you are, you’re mine, y/n… my slut”.

He grabbed my hips and thrusted deep into my pussy, causing me to moan loudly. His cock reaching past my g spot. Stretching me out to his massive size.

I squeezed my pussy making him moan and pull out.

N: “I’m in charge, you are not to do what you’re not told.”

Y/n: “Yes, sir.”

Neville waved his wand and the water began to drain.

N: “Seems like you need to be reminded who owns you.”

I felt a hard smack on my ass, I whimpered as the pain/pleasure feeling took effect. A second spank came down my opposite cheek causing me to moan. The third spank echoed through the bathroom leaving me ass cheek red and tingly.

Neville was disciplining me and I was enjoying every second of it, dripping at the thought of pleasing him. He owned me then and there, I have no power over this feral man. I was his to use in whatever way he wanted, and I would allow him.

He noticed my juices dripping down my thighs.

N: “I hope you learned your lesson, never disobey me. On your knees, princess, facing me.”

I obeyed his command.

N: “Open your mouth and relax your throat, you’re going to take all of me.”

I kept calm, I was going to attempt the impossible, take in the full length of Neville’s massive cock in my mouth.

I always leave space between my mouth and his shaft since his size would make me gag, but I was determined to finally take all of it tonight.

I took a deep breath as he grabbed the bottom of my jaw and started to slide his cock in my mouth.

As he started going down my throat, I gagged on him…

N: “Relax, sugar, you can do it.”

This time his cock slid swiftly down my throat, Neville was balls deep in my mouth, I succeeded in pleasing my master.

He slowly began to fuck my throat, I concentrated on relaxing as I stared into his eyes with a not-so-innocent gaze.

My eyes begged him to touch me where I wanted it most but I dared not speak, fuck was I suffering, the throbbing between my legs becoming stronger the longer I looked at his hungry eyes. His warm balls slapping my chin with every thrust.

Fuck he tastes so good.

My eyes were becoming wet, I don’t know how much longer I could hold my jaw this wide open, his cock barely fitting in my mouth.

As he slid out he whispered words of admiration, but all I could focus on was his massive size dripping with my saliva, I needed him inside me but i couldn’t afford another punishment.

Neville noticed my thighs pressing together, my bottom lip swollen from biting it so hard.

N: “You’ve been such a good girl, Y/n. You’re gonna be rewarded soon.”

Neville cut the rope with his wand…

N: “Jump, baby girl.”

I leaped onto him, my legs wrapped around his firm waist, hugging his broad shoulders.

N: “I’m allowing you to touch me, please me. You’ve earned it, my love.”

I smiled, crashing my lips into his, we were like animals devouring each others mouths, exploring every inch, sucking on his tongue.

I left kisses on his jaw and neck until I reached his pulsing button. I begin to suck the skin earning a groan from him.

I left my mark on Neville, he’s all mine.

Y/n: “May I fuck you, sir?”, I asked, looking deep into his green eyes.

N: “Yes you can, you can do whatever you want, but don’t call me sir, I like the sound of my name in your mouth, that talented mouth of mine.”

He stared at my lips as he ran his finger down my bottom lip.

He sat down, without warning he thrust his cock inside me, I moaned loudly…

Y/n: “Fuck Neville, you’re so big.”

I began to bounce on him as he squeezed my waist, his head falling back as he moaned, “Fuck yes, just like that y/n.”

I increased my speed, the sound of skin hitting skin echoing across the walls. My nails digging into his shoulders leaving more marks on his delicious skin.

He lays on his back as I ride the waves of our ecstasy.

His hands squeezing my breasts, I whimpered as he pinched my nipples. I could feel his cock twitch inside me.

I switched motions and began to grind vigorously on his massive member making him gasp.

Neville pulled me close to his chest in a flash, wrapped his strong arms around me and started pounding my pussy.

Y/n: “Oh Neville, fuck me just like that, make me cum!”

He sped up, his dick hitting all the right spots bringing me closer to release. His cock began to swell.

Y/n: “Im gonna cum, baby!”

My pussy squeezed around Neville, with a few thrusts hot liquid squirt out of his dick.

My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I screamed his name over and over, his cock pulsating against my g spot while my cum dripped all over him.

This was my longest orgasm, and it was with Neville Longbottom. I’m truly the luckiest girl…

It took us a few minutes to catch our breath, as he slid out, his cum poured down.

N: “You wanna know a secret, y/n?”

Y/n: “Tell me”, I smiled.

N: “You made me cum twice”, he chuckled.

Y/n: “Well that’s the first!”, I giggled.

N: “You’re one of a kind, y/n”. Let’s get you cleaned up.” He kissed my cheek and turned to fetch his wand.

I kept my eyes on him, his beautiful naked body getting ready to take care of mine. I love how far we’ve come, especially since this is the first time he didn’t stutter once…

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Well, part 2 is finally done! I apologize for the hold up, I like to write when I’m motivated.

Despite all the obstacles, I made sure to complete it before pushing new content. Let me know what you guys think!

Comment what you would like to see next or leave an anonymous request, and remember, I’m here to serve your fantasy!

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are we still getting a part 2 of the neville smut?

Yes! Sorry it’s taking so long, but trust me it is worth the wait. It is spicy 🌶️ and Neville is not so quiet in this one 😉

Stay tuned!

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Neville x Reader “You’re Mine” Part 2 is being written 🥰❤️‍🔥

>>> Neville x Reader: You're Mine Part 1

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When you run out of fics to read

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It’s time! Let’s dive into the fan fiction world together ✨🔥

Check out my first blog post, Neville x Reader “You’re Mine”!! 😍

[gryffindorimar]

You’re Mine -

Neville x Fem Reader

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Warning ⚠️: Explicit Content (18+) Intense smut, mentions of 3some, light bdsm, Neville (sub) Reader (Dom), Name calling, anal vibrator (on Neville, bear with me, I promise it’s hot 😩) light bondage, choking (gentle), mentions of sex with a girl

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Summary: Neville and Reader scheduled a 3some out of sexual curiosity but reader called off behind his back because she got jealous. Things get steamy when she explains to him why…

* N=Neville

* Y/n= Your name

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Nev and I had been discussing sexual fantasies and the topic of threesome came up, more like I brought it up.

I didn’t want him to get jealous, so I decided to go with a girl, Pansy Parkinson. I also was a bit bi-curious so I’d be killing two birds with one stone.

He agreed, surely because he likes pleasing me, in more ways than one I might add. But he likes to see me happy.

As the date got closer, I felt unsure, “do I really want to see Neville kissing another girl, fucking another girl?”

Merely seeing a girl naked near him that’s not me was making my blood boil, I have to call it off.

୨⎯ A few hours later ⎯୧

★ ⋆ Boy’s Dormitory ⋆ ★

I sat on Neville’s bed,

N: “what’s wrong y/n?”

Looking at my feet, I gulped,

Y/n: “I don’t think we should go through this”.

N: “Okay.”

I look at him with a confused look.

He noticed my confusion…

N: “I don’t want to force you to do something you don’t want to do love, whatever you decide I’m okay with.”

I smiled, “I’m glad you’re okay with it, you’re an amazing boyfriend”.

N: “If I may ask, why did you want to call it off? What made you change your mind?”

My smile disappeared, silence filled the empty room.

N: “I think I know why, y/n”, he smirked.

N: “You got jealous”.

N: “Did you think I wasn’t going to notice? I know you for a long time y/n, I see right through you.”

Y/n: “H-how did you know?” I managed to say through sudden surprise.

He stepped closer to me, his height apparent, I felt small, he loved how he was affecting.

N: “You thought I was going to kiss her, fuck her. Am I right?”

I was in shock, without words. Silence filled the room once again. He half smiled.

N: “I would never do that, I don’t need it because I have you. The 3some was meant for you, your sexual fantasy, i was just playing a part in it.”

He stepped even closer, he grabbed my chin, looked down into my eyes and whispered “Your pussy is the only pussy I wish to fuck”.

I was starstruck, imagining how it feels to have him inside. Inexplicable, fulfilling, divine.

I shook my head, breaking out of the spell he put me in.

I stood up and instructed him to sit on the bed. I looked down into his eyes, and whispered “I wanted to call it off because… You’re Mine.”

Y/n: “Listen, I don’t appreciate you attempting to take control, you know who’s really in control”, I look at him slightly annoyed.

N: “I left you speechless, I knew what was going to happen before it happened, I-“

Y/n: “Okay, okay, you were right, that was the reason.”

Y/n: You’re usually always nervous, stuttering, always apologizing, what changed?”

I looked at him more confused than ever, this wasn’t how he usually acted.

N: “Maybe it’s because I’ve noticed how I make you feel, I have power over you you didn’t know I had.”

He stood up, our bodies so close I could feel the heat rising off his skin, his thick hard on, his intoxicating cologne.

He cupped my cheek, “I saw your lust filled eyes when I told you you’re the only girl I want to fuck”.

I started to feel turned on, I let go of the embrace and exclaimed “on the bed now!”

He looked surprised but obeyed immediately. He knows if he doesn’t, he will get punished.

Y/n: “It looks like you’ve forgotten your place.”

N: “I-I’m sorry y/n, I didn’t mean to, I-“

Y/n: “There he is *giggle* my little stuttering slut,”I smiled at him cunningly.

N: “I-I don’t know what happened. I got carried away, please-“

Y/n: “That’s no excuse Nev.”

I kiss him on his soft lips, “you know the rules, you can’t touch me without my permission”.

I shimmy out of my panties, he noticed how wet they were due to what he had done.

Y/n: “Stand up”

I unbutton my white blouse and unhook my bra, both fall to the floor and leave my breast exposed. Next is my skirt which comes off in seconds.

He’s seen me naked many times, but he still looks at me with intense sexual hunger, makes me wonder what it would be like if he was in charge… NO. I have to stop thinking like that, I’m in control.

N: “Y/n? Are you okay?

I come back into reality,

Y/n: “Shut up, only I’m allowed to speak.”

N: “S-Sorry…”

I instruct him to sit down and take his pants off.

You could hear zipper and pants falling to the floor in the silent room. His cock slapping his stomach as it sprung out of his boxers.

I walk towards him and put my left hand in his hair and slide my index and middle finger inside my wet pussy. I begin to pump in and out and notice how sensitive I am.

I stop before I cum, i bring my drenched fingers to his lips and instruct him to suck every last drop. His tongue swirled around my fingers, eyes shut he moans, “mmm, you taste so good y/n”.

He spoke with out permission again, I step back, “Take off your shirt and lay on your back.”

N: “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t realize”

Y/n: “Now!”

He obeyed.

Y/n: “In the middle of the bed, and wait patiently”.

I waved my wand and four ropes from each corner of the bed came out, one for each limb.

Y/n: “Hold still”

He watched me tie his wrists and ankles down, he was now bound.

Y/n: “Do you remember your safe words?”

He nodded.

Y/n: “Say it… out loud” (not in Edward’s voice twilight fans lol)

N: “Y-Yes, I remember”

Y/n: “If anything is too much, say the words, okay?”

N: “Yes”, he smiles.

He noticed i broke character.

N: Maybe I’m the reason why she’s messing up her role.

I was treating him sweet and caring as opposed to mean and dominating like usual, the way he likes it.

Y/n: “Look at me, do you like being my little slut?”

He nodded as his dick twitched.

Y/n:“Say it, I want to hear it.”

Heart beating fast, he conjures up the sentence,

N: “I-I like being your little slut.”

Y/n: “That’s my good boy”.

Smiling, I kiss him on the lips and straddle him, juice leaking on his dick.

Seeing him ready for me, waiting, at my will, is the best feeling in the world. His lips looking so inviting, I lean down and bring him into a scorching hot kiss. I part his lips to explore his mouth while he explores mine. Nibbling and biting his lower lip earning a soft moan from him.

I pull away far too soon, he begins a sentence, *smack* he gasps at the pain/pleasure. I rub his dick lightly, soothing the spot. *Smack*, he gasps again, burying his face into his right shoulder. His breathing speeding up, *Smack* a groan was released deep from his throat, the pain/pleasure on his hard cock making him crazy.

Y/n: “That was for disobeying me”

I begin to rub his dick up and down, attempting to soothe the pain.

I slide my hands to his stomach, up to his chest and to his neck, squeezed gently and whispered in his ear, “it’s time to get your vibrator”.

I summoned the vibrator and lube with my wand, he looks so hot laying there waiting patiently.

Y/n: “Good boy”

He smiled but knew not to say anything, he knew what was going to happen, he loves it.

I rubbed lube on the vibrator, then to his forbidden hole, put the cap on *click* and slid his vibrator inside him.

I began to slowly pump it in and out, he sighed, the stimulation he was experiencing making his tip glossy.

Precum began to drip down his glorious dick.

Y/n: “Open your eyes and look at me.”

I showed him the remote, smiled, and clicked the button:

✨ Level 1 ✨

His hip jerked at the sudden vibration massaging his male g-spot “fuck!”

Y/n: “Does my slut have a dirty mouth?”

I nod my head left and right while I clicked my tongue three times.

✨ Level 2 ✨

“Level 2…”I whispered.

I crawl towards him and get into a 69 position.

Y/n: “Eat me, my love”.

His tongue darts out and licks my clit, I gasp loudly. His tongue separates my folds to taste the juices that are dripping out of my cunt.

Unexpectedly his tongue slides inside and he begins fucking me. I move my hips to his rhythm as I begin to take him in my mouth.

I lick the most sensitive spot as he moaned from the surprise. I take all of him in, his large member sliding down my throat. His size was a bonus, the loads were incredible, and they were just for me.

He sucks on my clit as I speed up, I click the button on the remote two times, *click, click*, his head fell back to the bed as he moaned “oh fuck!” His breathing heavy.

N: “Y/n, I-I’m going to...”

“Fuck… I’m, I’m-”

He becomes exasperated.

Suddenly, silence filled the room, the vibrator had stopped and so had I.

I turned around and whispered, “it’s not time yet, I decide when you finish, trust that I know what I’m doing my little slut”, I smiled lovingly staring into his confused, lustful eyes.

I focused on slowing my breathing, I almost lost control and finished. His tongue is breathtaking, powerful. No one has ate me out the way he does, he’s certainly special.”

Neville whispers a safe word.

I quickly use my wand to cut each rope connected to his arms and legs and I ask in a serious tone, “is everything okay??”

My eyebrows furrowed.

He sat up and moved to the edge of the bed.

Y/n: “Did I do something wrong?”

He looked deep into my eyes and said, “No of course not, y/n. You could never do anything wrong in bed, I trust you.”

Y/n: “Then what is it Nev?”

He sighed, “It got me thinking, I noticed you almost came”.

Y/n: “H-how did you know??”

N: “I told you, y/n, I know you. Your legs began to shake before you stopped. I wasn’t really that close to finishing, I was testing you.”

I look at him amazed once again, he really does know me.

N: “You’re not yourself, you were easy on me. You made sure I knew the safe words and made clear I could stop at any point if it’s too much.

N: Have I ever used the safe word?”

Y/n: “N-no”.

N: “Exactly, I can take anything you throw my way because I love you and I especially love pleasing you. I’m yours”.

I blushed silently.

N: “Also you’ve begun stuttering, you don’t stutter y/n.”

I gulped.

N: “I already know why. Question is, do you know?”

I did know, but I had too much pride to admit it. I have always been dominant. I will admit, when planning the 3some, I was going to take the role of submission, despite having no experience playing that part.

It was subconsciously part of the reason why I wanted to call it off, but I didn’t realize that until now.

He waited for a response to his question, but there was just silence.

N: “Y/n, stand in front of me.”

Y/n: “Excuse me?? You don’t tell me what-“

N: “Y/n STAND!”

I looked at him surprised, I never heard him raise his voice before.

I slowly rose and stepped in front of him. He began to leave kisses on my stomach, my thighs, as his hands slowly started to rise to my aching center.

N: “Straddle my thigh”

Y/n: “O-okay”

I jumped as my clit touched his warm thigh, the most sensitive part of my body. I could cum any second.

N: “Move, you’re not allowed to cum.”

It felt weird the way he was ordering me around but I couldn’t think straight, all I could think about was how good his thigh felt rubbing in between my soft wet folds.

He grabbed my ass and dragged my pussy along his thigh, now wet with my liquid.

I gasped hard…

His hand traveled underneath me, he rubbed my clit gently with one finger. I inhaled a deep breath when he slid his middle finger and ring finger inside and began to finger me. I’m more sensitive than ever having been near orgasm.

I realized I had been torturing myself more than I was attempting to torture him.

I try to keep my cool and pretend it wasn’t affecting me but I couldn’t, It felt so good. I squeezed his shoulder and a moan slipped out.

How was I so close already??

He stopped abruptly.

N: “It doesn’t feel good to stop before release, now does it?”, he smirked.

N: “You’re a mess y/n, and I love it.

N: You should be quite familiar with rules.”

Y/n: “W-what?”

He got up, stood inches from my body, his hard cock against my skin. He looked down into my eyes whispering, “It was torture, wasn’t it? Trying to push me over the edge, when really, you’re the one that’s at the edge.”

What the fuck?? How does he know this, it’s like he can read my mind.

N: “Oh y/n, stop looking so surprised. It’s your body language, you’re terrible at hiding it. No matter how hard you try to hide it, I will notice. I can read you like a book.”

Y/n: “I-I’m not on edge” I attempt to lie. Of course he saw right through it.

He put his lips next to my ear and whispered, “then why are your juices dripping down your leg.”

I didn’t notice what was going on down there, I was focused on the conversation and this handsome man towering over me.

He bent down and ran his tongue up my thigh sending shivers across my whole body, removing all excess liquid leaving nothing behind.

His lips crash into mine and I can taste myself on his tongue but I didn’t care, he was pushing me over the edge and I was all for it until…”

N: “Y/n, on the bed face up!”

Y/n: “What, im not doing that, that’s crazy, I-!”

N: “If you disobey you will get punished, don’t think I’ll hold back.”

Was he really capable of that? I was filled with curiosity, this isn’t my usual role. I always saw him as submissive but seeing him now with no stutter and no nerves, it was fucking amazing.

N: “You answer to me now y/n. If you disobey or talk back you will get punished.”

After a few seconds of silence I say, “Y-yes sir”.

He cups my chin, “lose the formality, I want to hear you say my name, scream my name, my precious slut”.

What did he call me??

I wanted to go off on him but my pussy was pulsating. I like this? The thought of submission felt so good, I don’t want to get punished but I want to see what he’s really capable of. I love this side of him.

N: “I knew what you were doing, you always attempt to make me suffer. I held myself together until I knew when it was the right time to confront you. The master becoming the slave, you’re my submissive now, y/n”.

N: “Can you be a good girl for your master?”

Oh god, this was torture. Now I know how he feels.

Y/n: “I-I’m sorry for torturing you”.

N: “Don’t be, it’s part of the act, I love it. It makes the orgasm all that stronger, yearning for release. No one makes me cum like you do, y/n”.

Fuck, I’m dying right now. He noticed my thighs become wet with more juice and he smiled, “glad im affecting you the way you affect me, it’s time to show you how it truly feels to give up control my pet.”

This is not the Neville I know, his deepest, darkest desires are coming to the surface, I can finally see who he really is.

I lay in the middle of the bed as he conjured up rope to tie my wrist together to then tie to the headboard.

It is now me that’s bound.

N: “Are you doing okay?”

Y/n: “You don’t have to ask, anything you dish out I can take, don’t go easy on me.”

N: “It was a yes or no question.

Y/n: “S-sorry.”

N: “You’re right though, I was never planning on going easy on you. You need to be punished like the little brat you are, for all the times you tortured me. It’s your turn baby girl.”

He threw me over to my stomach, placed me on my knees ass up and spanked me so hard I gasped. The stinging slowly turning into pleasure.

He massaged the area and spanked me again, the pleasure pain feeling incredible. More liquid ran down my thighs.

He summoned something black with thick leather strings, the flogger!

N: “Hold still, love”

He pulled the flogger back and smacked my ass, a loud sound of leather hitting skin filled the room. The black strings teasing my pussy.

He threw the flogger across the room with a loud bang!

I hope no one heard…

He didn’t seem to care for he spanked my ass again, sending me over the edge, the pain/pleasure was overwhelming.

N: “Fuck, you look so hot with my hand print on your ass, bent over for me, dripping wet for me”.

I let out an uncontrolled whimper. He was loving this, I was loving this.

He gripped my ass hard and began to eat me out making sure not to leave any juices on my thighs. He was licking, sucking, fucking, a sensual dance that was making me crazy, moaning at the top of my lungs.

He replaced his tongue with two fingers and began to finger me, making sweet love to me with his hand. He reached under me and began to massage my breast earning more moans of satisfaction.

“N-Neville, I’m going to cum.” I was panting, my vision became blurry, I’m so close.

Suddenly, he slid his fingers out.

Y/n: “W-what?”

N: “It’s not time yet, I decide when you finish, trust that I know what I’m doing my little slut.”

He moved to my ear and whispered,

“De javú?” he giggled.

N: “Lay on your right side, now.”

He began to move behind me. He laid with his chest to my back, and his cock pushing against my soaking wet opening.

His right arm reached under me to cup both my breasts and hugged me tight as he grabbed his member and slowly slid it deep inside.

He made me feel so full, my pussy began stretching around his massive cock.

He let go of his dick and grabbed underneath my knee with his strong hand and began to fuck me, it was nothing like nice and sweet, it was rough and hard.

He was destroying me, it was exactly what I needed. I felt dominated and it feels incredible, his dick hitting my sweet spots perfectly, his moaning feeding my orgasm.

I wish I could touch him but i was still restrained, he could do whatever he wanted to me.

I was filled with love and intense lust, the sound of skin hitting skin, Neville’s loud moaning is music to my ears. I like pleasing him, I desire it.

I was so close when he abruptly took my body and threw it into missionary position, put my legs on his shoulders and drilled deep into me, harder and harder each time, hitting my g spot so well.

N: “Fuck, your pussy is so beautiful and tight y/n, all mine” he moaned

Y/n: “All yours, my love.”

I look deep into his eyes while I begin to moan louder.

Y/n: “Oh, Neville! Harder!”

Y/n: “Yes, fuck, just like that. Don’t fucking stop!”

I begin to feel his cock twitch.

Y/n: “Im on the pill, Nev. Cum inside me, please baby!”

My pussy tightens hard around his cock, “Oh god Neville I’m gonna cum!”

N: “Cum for me y/n”

A few more thrusts and the orgasm hits me hard, “Oh, fuck, Neville!”

My visions blurs, I swear I saw stars, his cock over stimulating my pussy.

He begins to moan my name, “I’m gonna cum, y/n!”

I felt his hands squeeze the sheets beside my neck. His cock swells up incredibly, I feel his hot load shoot inside me, he marked me as his, and damn does it feel good as fuck.

We stayed in that position for a while until our breathing steadied, he took my legs off his shoulders and unties the ropes around my wrists, we hug and share a passionate kiss. Not full of lust, but of love.

Y/n: “This experience definitely brought us closer, thank you for always being here for me.” I smile at him teary eyed.

He looked deep into my eyes and said,

“You’re welcome, I love you, y/n”

Y/n: “I love you too Neville”

He kisses my forehead.

He spotted the cum dripping down my thigh.

“Oh, Iet me help you, y/n.”

He dressed me up and took me to the prefects bathroom where we shared and nice hot bath.

N: “I have a question, more of a request…”

Y/n: “Ask away”

N: “Are you too tired for round two?”

I look at him surprised… his hard on pressing against his stomach.

Y/n: Im never too tired for you, Neville.

I smiled…

N: “Let’s have some fun then, shall we?”

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[ronweasleysslut]

You always come back Pt.2

Pairing: Ex!Ron Weasley X F! Reader

Description: After you and Ron have sex you have to go fix things with Draco. When a Halloween party shows his true colors a game of seven minutes in heaven is the perfect fix.

Warnings: kissing, existing Draco x f reader relationship, she/her pronouns, breeding, vaginal sex, drug use, alcohol use, cheating, mentions of sex, mentions of coercion, oral (f receiving), begging, praise, cursing

Word count: 4.2k

Authors note: So this was definitely a lot longer than i intended but i think it’s pretty good and there is some smut for your horny bitches <3

Part one!

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Previously…

“Cum for me love.” His sentence was soft as he worked you both closer. With his permission, you came and clenched around him.

“Fuck so perfect. So beautiful and amazing.” He came shortly after you did, spilling inside you. You both lay on his bed pressed against each other breathing heavily.

“I’m sorry.”

Back to your original programming…

You jump up from the bed to gather your belongings. You start to slip your arms through the straps of your bra when Ron spoke up.

“Well, I’m not. I don’t know what he did, but whatever he did made you want to be with me and that’s something I’ll never apologize for. I’d hoped you felt the same way.” Ron pouted as you continued pulling all your clothes over your body, hiding it from the boy sitting in front of you.

“Ron it’s more complicated than that. I shouldn’t have come here and I’m sorry I’ve treated you this way. I won't let it happen again.” Tears welled in your eyes as you stood face to face with the boy you loved. Love? It doesn’t matter, you’re with Draco.

“I hope it happens again. I hope you come back to me every time because I love you more than I love anyone. Including myself obviously,” he rolled his eyes following that last part.

“Don’t act all innocent. You used him in your sexual game minutes ago. You just wanted to see how far you could push the limit,” you huffed, pulling your shirt over your chest.

“How can you run to me and just go right back to him? Please tell me that it hurts you to beg me to touch you and make all the problems go away and then you just run right back to him. I can't even kiss anyone without comparing their lips to yours for fucks sake,” he was seething as he pulled a pair of boxers over his legs.

“It does hurt me but we both know we aren’t good for each other. That’s why we always end up here.”

“Yeah, you didn’t mind so much when you were begging to cum on my face. You never seem to mind when I’m touching you,” you could see the hurt in his eyes as he fully ripped into you. “I want you to tell me right now that you love him more than me. Tell me that to my face, run to him, and never come back. Or you can go back, tell him what just happened, break up with him, and come back to me.”

“I just said it’s not that easy!” You were shouting now as anger-induced tears fled from your eyes.

“Then you’ve already made the decision, then, haven’t you.” His features were hard as he stared down at you.

“Yeah well, I guess I have,” you crossed your arms. His face fell as you walked out of his dorm and by his terms: his life.

Days had passed and everything was normal. You were with Draco, classes continued, and the world went on without skipping a beat. Though Ron did avoid you at every possible interaction. you were only ever in the same room if he had to be.

He was hurt. Deep down the love he held for you would never be reciprocated, no matter how much he wished you would bang on his door, you didn’t. He told you not to, he just hoped you would continue your streak of not listening to him.

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A couple of weeks since your meeting with Ron had passed. It was close to Halloween and word spread fast about a Hufflepuff Halloween party. Draco had agreed with some promises of sex afterward. You weren’t going to miss the chance to go get stoned with the Hufflepuffs and drunk with your Slytherin friends.

You and Draco went as Tate Langdon and Violet Harmon from American Horror Story season one. You sat on his lap for an hour while you painted the skull on his face. The only thing he did was complain and try to fuck you the whole time.

“I’m so sick of this. Are you almost done?”

“Just real quick.”

“Come on y/n, I’m going to this dumb party for you. You could at least…”

“No. We are getting ready and going.” Your voice was solid and even as you made your point before putting the finishing touches on his makeup.

You both got dressed as Draco complained and complained about how lame it was going to be. “Draco, don’t go then. I’m tired of having to fight. Your friends are going to be there too. So either stop whining or don’t fucking come.” You were pissed off that he couldn’t just do a simple thing to make you feel a little happy for an evening.

He came up behind you and kissed the back of your neck as he wrapped his arms around your waist. “Let’s just go. Then in an hour or two, we will come back, okay?”

“Whatever you say.” You agreed not wanting to continue this fight for the rest of the night.

When you got to the Hufflepuff common room you were not surprised by the amazing costumes some people were wearing. Some of your friends being some of the best dressed. Blaise was dressed as Prince Naveen (Princess and the Frog), Mattheo was dressed as Tony Montana (Scarface), and Theo was dressed as Tyler Durden (Fight Club).

“You guys look so good.” You compliment them as soon as you walk up to them.

“I could say the same about you two,” Blaise says. “Really captured your essence in this one.”

“It was a good pick,” Theo adds.

Draco shrugs, “Where’s the liquor?” Your face falls a bit but you refuse to let anyone see it.

Theo takes him across the common room to a table overflowing with bottles of alcohol.

After he gets his drink he wanders off. You sit on the couch hoping one of these Hufflepuffs plans to pull out the good stuff soon. When you see a familiar mop of red hair accompanied by his friends. Hermione is dressed as Belle, it was very fitting. Harry was dressed as Prince Eric and Ginny clung to his side dressed as Ariel. Then there was Ron, he was dressed as Hercules. He looked like he was having a wonderful time with his friends as he danced with other girls.

You had no reason or right to be upset and you knew that so you deferred it from your mind as you walked around to find Draco. When you did find him your heart sank. Pressed up against him was some bitch dressed as Regina George. You walked up to her and pulled him off of her. You looked at both of their faces, her mouth and neck had been smeared with white and black paint from Draco’s face, making her look like a bigger clown than he did right now.

“You promised.” You said through gritted teeth. “You promised me that this would end. “It’s me and you against the world baby.” That’s what you told me weeks ago Draco.”

“I didn’t want you to find out like this, I-“ He started trying to manipulate you out of the inevitable.

“Save it. Keep your little side skank. She obviously means so much more than I do. We are done. As for you,” you turned to face Astoria. “Your wig is cheap and you look like a burnt barbie. It’s not going to last, another girl will come along and won’t take no for an answer just like you did. Do yourself the favor and get out while it’s still fun.”

“I don’t need your advice I know how to keep my men. Thanks for the compliment too, I always look like a Barbie.”

“Wasn’t a compliment you look like trashy hooker Barbie,” you shrug.

You turned away and walked back towards the majority of the party. Tears fell unconsciously as you were realizing that you had just caught him in front of an entire group of people who never said anything to you. As you walked around you realized how sick you felt like there was vomit just sitting in your throat just threatening to spill out.

Amid the panic of throwing up at a party, you found one of the Hufflepuff prefects, Cedric Diggory, who was dressed as Flynn Rider.

“Hey Diggory,” you shouted at him over the music.

“What can I do for you, darling?” He asked, the flirtatious side of him coming out.

“I need a bathroom. Hopefully a private one?” You stared at the tall boy with pleading eyes and he could see the slight tear stains on your cheek as he agreed and took you upstairs.

Everyone who paid remotely any attention to you watched as you and Diggory went up the stairs to the prefect hallway.

Ron and Draco were the ones paying attention the most as Cedric’s arm was wrapped around your shoulders helping you stay up straight.

When you were let into his dorm and shown to the bathroom the vomit you had been holding back was suddenly uncontrollable as you threw up in his bathroom. He held your hair back off your face and ran his hand up and down your back whispering it was going to be okay.

When you had finally gotten yourself back under control you apologized and thanked Cedric for being so kind even if it was gross.

“You don’t have to thank me, you looked very upset when you came up to me. It was the least I could do.” He smiled softly at you, his hard fuck-boy facade fading.

“Really though thank you I really appreciate your kindness.” You pause, “This sounds like a weird question but I’ve been dying all night, do you have any weed? I’ll pay,” you laugh as you finish your sentence.

“Are you sure that’s what you need right now?” he raises one of his eyebrows at you.

“It would sure make me feel better,” you say with an innocent voice and a smile.

“You know you are very convincing y/n, I won’t make you pay… but I gotta ask, is this because of Draco?”

“Not in its entirety. He cheated on me again, and I caught him, again. It’s not like I was perfect, I would hurt him just like he hurt me but we promised a few weeks ago that was the end. It just hurts that in the end, I wasn’t worth it to him.”

“I’m sorry. Not being someone’s first choice sucks. At the end of the day though it’s a good thing you knew now, otherwise you might have wasted time where you could be with someone who actually loves and cares about you.” He was staring off a bit as he spoke indicating that he too knew the feeling of regretting wasted time.

“You have a point there Diggory,” you sighed.

“Enough cheesiness, let’s get high.” Your face lit up as he helped you up from the ground and packed a bowl into a bong. You took turns till you cleared it and were both high enough to go back to the party. You straightened yourself up before walking back downstairs with the Hufflepuff prince.

When you walked downstairs Theo, Mattheo, and Blaise pulled you into a massive game of seven minutes in heaven.

“Why? Why when it’s going to end in a poor decision does it have to be you three?”

“You know you love us,” Mattheo says with a grin taking a drink from his solo cup.

“Who’s going first?” Says the starter of the game, Fred Weasley. With some hooting and hollering from the boys who sat around you pleading for him to make you go first he gave in. “y/n it is. You sure your little boyfriend is gonna like this?” He said handing you the bottle.

“He’s not my boyfriend anymore.” You said clear as day before spinning the bottle around the circle.

As it spun Ron processed what you said. He was still angry with you but a part of his heart hoped that bottle landed on him.

Draco was fuming at the fact you said you weren’t together. He hoped the bottle would land on him so he could talk to you in hopes of fixing what he broke, again.

When the bottle finally came to a stop it landed between two people. You looked up to find both of your exes staring up at you. “So I spin again?” You looked up at Fred pleading in your eyes, begging for him to say yes. You’d even take Harry at that point.

“Nope that’s not the rules. You have to pick.” Fred had a mischievous grin on his face as you looked between him and the two boys you now had to pick between when someone made the decision for you.

“She picks me. Let’s go y/n.” Draco stood from the circle and started to walk toward the room that was picked for the game.

“No. I pick Ron.” You were firm with your tone.

“Excuse me?” Draco turned around with a snarl.

You walked up to him and got in his face, “Did. I. Stutter? I. pick. Ron.” Draco’s face is flushed with anger as you grin. “Let’s go, Weasley.” You push right past Draco and into the room with Ron coming in close after you. You cast a silencing spell on the door and place your hat over the doorknob so no one can see into the room.

“You have a lot of balls picking to bring me in here you know. Especially after that stunt with Diggory.”

“Well even if you can’t stand my guts that’s better than being in a room with him. I went up to his room to throw up and smoke, Cedric is attractive but just not for me.” You sit down on a bed as you think about what happens when you walk out of this room.

“Finally get sick of paradise?” Ron sits on the opposite side of the bed.

“Yeah who needs it anyway,” you sigh. “I’m sorry about how I treated you. It wasn’t fair to you, I’m really sorry.”

“You are who you are. You love with your whole heart, not just a piece. I get it.” He shrugged off the apology and the two of you sat in silence.

“Your costume looks really good. A lot of detail,” you compliment. “It shows off your muscles.”

“You think?” he laughs a little bit. “Hermione said it was perfect for me since we were all going as Disney characters.”

“I think Hermione has a great eye for character matches.” You and Ron had gotten closer to each other as if you were magnets pulling the other closer.

“I know you said that I shouldn’t come back… did you mean that?” You asked looking over at the red-headed boy.

“Part of me did,” he sighs, “the other part of me told me to get on my knees and beg for you to come back to me.”

“… Is that part of you still there?” you asked quietly, scared of the answer you were going to receive.

“It never left.” He says back even quieter. This time when you both shifted closer to each other your thighs met. The familiar butterflies you felt around him erupted in your stomach.

You turned to face him, “So does that mean that you would consider anything with me?”

He sat quietly for a moment. “I don’t know. y/n we always get hurt there just may not be a way to make us work.”

“Give me one thing and if you don’t want me after that I’ll leave this room and we will go back to hating each other,” you asked lightly.

“Okay. What is it?” He looked into your e/c eyes, stunning as always. He felt he could see through to your soul. Just like before.

“Kiss me. One time for seven seconds, that’s it and after that, if you don’t want me back I won’t bother you again.” Ron contemplated the idea of kissing your lips. Feeling the perfect soft skin against his. He was a fool for you and you a fool for him.

He leaned into you and you did the same closing your eyes as your lips met. Fireworks shot off in your stomach, electricity pumped through your veins, and lust pooled in your eyes. The kiss continued even after the seven seconds were up. He pulled you around into his lap straddling you over his legs. You pressed into each other as your tongues battled between your lips. You both pulled away for air and to control the dizzy feeling you had in your head.

“That was better than any other time I’ve felt my lips on yours,” You whispered quietly against his jaw. “Please let me do it again,” you whine as you roll your hips against his.

“God you are like a drug,” he says before pushing your lips back together. Your make-out was hard, fast, and messy. Your lipstick was long forgotten about as you moved your lips in sync with his feeling down his torso, stopping to toy with the waistband of his pants.

BANG BANG BANG

“Your times up lovebirds. I hope you are dressed.” Says Fred as he casts a spell to open the door. You and Ron didn’t bother moving as you finished your kiss. You stood from his lap not knowing how it would play out as you walked out the door with Ron following behind.

“Y/n I thought you had more class than that,” Draco said as you walked past him.

“More class than you that’s for sure.” You walked passed him but he continued to follow you.

“You think you can just say that to me?” He was angrier than you’d ever seen him before.

“Yeah, I can. You stepped on my heart a million times for your own selfish reasons. I wasn’t perfect but I know I treated you a hell of a lot better than you treated me.”

Ron saw the argument ensue between the two of you and stayed close just in case. He stood with his brother while the next round of seven minutes in heaven continued.

“Your lipstick is smeared all over his face and yours. You aren’t the y/n I know, the one I fell in love with.”

“You wanna talk about smeared makeup,” you scoff. “Just walk away Draco. It’s over. Done. There is nothing here anymore.”

“Well at least someone wanted to fuck me. That’s more than I can say for our relationship,” he scoffs before turning around.

“Relationships aren’t just about sex. That’s all you ever wanted. Go fuck the whole school Draco just leave me out of it.” Draco got closer to you than he was previously and that’s when someone pulled you back along with the Slytherin boys grabbing Draco.

“Hey look at me,” said Cedric as he tried to pull you out of the situation. Your focus snapped to him. “Breathe. Don’t let him get under your skin.”

“Where is Ron?” You scanned around the room looking for his beautiful red hair.

“I think he stepped out to get some air-“

“Thank you for everything you’ve done for me tonight Cedric, but I can't fuck that up again.” You thanked Cedric one final time before dashing out of the Hufflepuff common room. You ran straight out of the portrait towards Gryffindor tower. You were halfway down the hall when you heard someone clear their throat.

“Looking for me?” Your face lit up as you ran back to the common room door and into Ron’s embrace. You didn’t say anything, just absorbed the feeling of him, in case it was the last time he’d permit it. “You know just cause I’m dressed as Hercules doesn’t mean I am indestructible,” he laughed breathlessly.

“I’m sorry,” you released your grip on Ron. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, just a bit of jealousy,” he laughed a little bit.

“If it makes you feel better I would pick you over anyone in that room a hundred times over.”

He got a mischievous grin on his face, “Even Diggory?”

“Well, that’s going a bit too far,” you started and he looked at you like you were crazy. “Of course, I would. He’s too perfect, I need to be able to touch a man without him worried about how his hair is going to look after,” you smirk at the boy in front of you. You both laugh before your eyes meet again, drawing you into each other. Your lips meet again as his hands roam your hips and thighs.

“You wanna come and stay with me tonight?” Ron asked as you kissed from his mouth to his jaw.

“I would love nothing more,” you breathed against his neck leaving love bites behind. “But you gotta catch me first,” you broke from his grasp and started running towards the Gryffindor dorms.

“Oh you’re on,” Ron says before starting after you.

You and Ron chase each other across Hogwarts grounds careful to avoid Filch. You were welcomed by an empty room and that’s when your adrenaline started pumping.

“The boys shouldn’t be back for a while, they all wanted to go find some pool or something.”

“Okay,” you smiled softly at the boy as your bodies pulled towards each other again.

This time everything was slow. The way his lips caressed yours, the way his hands moved lightly across your torso, the pace at which you began taking clothes off of one another.

“You sure this is what you want?” you asked Ron between kisses.

“Yes. Are you sure this is okay?”

“One hundred percent okay.” at this point you had both been stripped of your costumes, remaining only in your underwear. Ron moved you to his bed before letting his lips explore your body in depth. This time there was no rush he got to take all the time he wanted with you and he intended on just that. He kissed down your neck and across your chest, biting lightly around your nipple causing you to groan and thrash against his body.

“Stay still for me, love, I’m taking my time with you.” He kissed down your stomach and your thighs. He grazed over your clit as he pressed a kiss over your panties. He toyed with the waistband as he kissed back up to your lips.

“Please Ronnie, no more teasing,” you whined against his mouth.

“Fin-e,” he drug out the n. He slipped your panties down your legs. “So pretty, all for me.”

“All for you Ron. No one else,” You whined as you tried to grab at him.

His eyes rolled back as he groaned at your sentence. His lips met your clit kissing and licking it softly. Your hips were pinned to the bed by his strong hands as he slowly built your orgasm.

“Ronnie,” you whined.

“Does that feel good angel?” He looked up at you his blue eyes dripping in innocence as your fingers tangled in his hair.

“Yes, fuck- please,” you begged for more as Ron continued building the intensity.

“Please what love?” He knew what you wanted, he always did.

“Need you, Ronnie. All of you, fuck -please.” He smirked as he stood over you pulling his boxers down and lining up his erection with your cunt. He coated the tip in the wetness that coated your heat as he teased your clit. “Please.” You looked up at him with pleading eyes.

“You’ll get what you need, love, just be patient.” He lined up and started pushing into you. Groans left both of your mouths as he worked himself where you needed him most.

“Fuck- right there,” you almost screamed as he bottomed out inside you. He pulled back and slammed back into your g-spot as you felt your orgasm approaching quickly. “n-need to cum, please!”

“Are you and this pretty little cunt mine?” He looked down at you as you stood on the edge waiting for your orgasm.

“Yes, I’m yours. I’m yours and your mine, no one else.” You whimpered as he fastened.

“You can cum baby,” his permission pushed you over the edge and you came harder than the last time you were with him. You melted into the bed as your legs shook slightly and he pounded into you. “Can you cum for me again angel?” He rubbed small circles on your sensitive bead as his cock abused your g-spot, slamming into it over and over. You nodded at the redhead as he felt himself getting closer to his climax. He rubbed your clit faster and you were close to falling apart again.

“Please- gonna cum.” Your sentence was broken as your head was cloudy only focused on the pleasure you were receiving.

“Cum for me. Cum on my cock love.” You let go and clenched around his cock as you came. He followed suit a few strokes after.

He cleaned both of you up before laying down next to you. Your mostly naked bodies pressed together holding onto the scent and warmth of each other.

“Ron?”

“Yes, sweetheart?” He said with a low sleepy voice.

“Thank you. Thank you for treating me how I should be treated even when I was terrible to you,” tears welled in your eyes as you thanked him again.

“Don’t thank me. You don’t have to do that anymore. Everything is okay now. You’re safe with me y/n.”

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Kinktober ~ Day 4

Pairing: Ron Weasley X F! Reader

Prompt: Breeding Kink

Warnings: Breeding, Oral (f receiving), vaginal sex, praises, cursing, unprotected sex

Word count: 1.1k

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“Good morning m’love,” Ron said as you sat next to him for breakfast.

“Good morning Ronnie,” you said, kissing his cheek. You grabbed a few pieces of bacon as you began talking to your other friends. As you ate your breakfast you took note of the particular chill that ran through the castle now that it was becoming fall. You had a little shiver run down your spine.

“Here Angel,” he said, handing you his sweatshirt. You took it with a smile and put it on, smelling the scent of your boyfriend as it radiated off the fabric.

“Thank you, baby,” you said, sliding closer into him.

“What are you doing after classes today,” he asked?

“I don't think I have anything, maybe some homework but I could always put it off. Why?”

“Come to my dorm after classes, I have a surprise for you,” he said, kissing your forehead. You agreed and then you were dismissed to your classes for the day. He walked you to your class with a quick peck to your lips he said, “I'll see you after classes m’love.”

“Bye Ronnie,” you said as you headed into your class. Your day went by slow as ever. You only saw Ron one other time that day at lunch, and at mealtimes, he was pretty preoccupied. When the day finally ended you were ecstatic to be heading to Ron's dorm. When you got to the Gryffindor common room you saw Ron sitting on the couch waiting for you.

“Ronnie,” you exclaimed, excited to see your boyfriend.

“Hello angel,” he said, standing up and embracing you.

“Sooo what's my surprise?”

“So impatient. Come with me,” he says, leading you up to his dorm. When you get to the door he covers your eyes before walking you in. Who else

“Was that completely necessary,” you giggled.

“Y/n, if it wasn't completely necessary do you think I'd do it?”

“Ron you are one of the most dramatic people I've ever met in my entire life. Just take your hand off of my eyes,” you whined.

“Stubborn and impatient,” he said, raising his hands from your eyes. His side of his dorm was decorated with pumpkin and ghost fairy lights, a muggle t.v. sat with scary Halloween movies, candy, fuzzy socks, and his bed was piled with blankets. You looked at the scene stunned, no words came out of your mouth. “Sooo.. do you like it,” he asked, worried by your lack of words.

“Oh Ron I love it,” you turned around pressing your lips to his. What was initially an innocent kiss turns into something more passionate. His tongue slips into your mouth, entangling with yours. His hands started roaming your body, moving down and groping your hips and squeezing your ass. A light moan spilled from your lips to his. Your hands were tangled in his red locks, pulling gently causing him to groan. As you pulled your body closer to his you could feel him hardening against your leg.

“Can I fuck you, princess,” he asked, breathless from your intense kiss.

“Please,” you moaned. You didn't need to ask him twice. He immediately backed you up onto his bed. He stripped himself of his shirt and pants standing in front of you in just his boxers. His lean muscular body was polarizing as you felt wetness pool between your legs. He climbed over the top of you kissing you again kissing your face, starting at your lips and making his way down your neck. As he skipped over your clothed torso to your legs he slipped your skirt down your legs.

“God you are so bloody perfect,” he said, laying kisses on your soft thighs. You went to take his hoodie off to reveal your chest and he stopped you. “Leave it on, please. You look breathtaking in my clothes,” he said, placing more kisses up your legs. He kissed the growing wet spot on your underwear before slipping them down your legs. “So wet for me,” he said before diving into your cunt with his tongue.

“Fuck- yes,” you said as he swirled his tongue against your clit. Your fingers were tangled in his hair again pulling gently as he found a spot that made you squirm. He reached his hands up to yours and enlaced them. You felt the knot in your stomach tightening as he licked up your wetness. “Please don't stop, I'm so close,” you whined, your walls clenching around nothing as you neared your first orgasm. He hummed which sent shivers through your entire body as you bucked your hips against his tongue. “Fuck Ronnie,” you moaned out as you came all over his tongue. He ran his tongue through your folds licking up your cum.

“My angel always tastes so sweet for me,” he said, licking his lips clean of your release. You whined as he placed his lips back on yours again.

“Fill me up Ron please,” you said, needing to feel the way his cock filled you up so perfectly. He slipped his boxers down his legs, his cock sprung up hitting him in his lower stomach. His tip was red and his slit leaked precum. He grabbed your legs and dragged you to the end of the bed. He lined himself up with your opening and eased his way into you.

“Merlin, you are so tight around me. Squeezing m’cock so good,” he groaned letting you adjust to his size. It didn’t take him long to start moving himself in and out of you. Moans filled the room as he drilled into you.

“Harder, please h-harder-” you said, cut off as his force increased with each thrust.

“You look so pretty with my cock buried into you,” he said, his hips snapping to yours. His thrusts sent you into a dizzy state of mind as you felt your second orgasm creeping up on you. Ron leaned down to kiss you as you wrapped your arms around his back. His cock was abusing your g-spot as you left scratches down his back.

“I'm gonna cum again,” you whined. He lifted his hand to your clit and rubbed little circles around it.

“Cum on my cock, my pretty girl,” he said, pounding into you faster. His words sent you over the edge as you clenched around his cock. He kept fucking you through your orgasm. “That's it m’love.”

“Thank you,” you cried out as you felt him twitch inside you

“M’gonna fill you up with my babies angel. Make you mine forever,” he said, right before his orgasm washed over him. You moaned out as the thick ropes of cum painted your walls. He fucked you to the end of his orgasm.

He pulled out of you, and walked to the bathroom to grab a warm washcloth. You whined at the feeling of emptiness. When he came back he had boxers on and a washcloth. He cleaned up your cunt before grabbing a new pair of underwear for you.

“Movies now,” you asked?

“Yes, m’love. Movies now,” he laughed, hopping into bed and pulling him close to you.

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[ronweasleysslut]

Need It So Bad

Pairing: dbf!Ron Weasley X F!reader

Prompt: You and Ron have been messing around for weeks. Now he’s finally giving you what you want.

Warnings: Vaginal Sex, Age gap, fingering, sub!reader, sir kink, use of princess, praising, aftercare, choking, degrading (if you squint)

*All characters are of age and consenting*

Word count: 1.2k

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“You have to be quiet. You wouldn’t want Harry to come to check on you now would you?”

“N-no, sir.” You were trying not to whine at the sensation that was coming from your stomach. “R-Ronnie?”

“Yes, princess?” Ron stood over you, his hair was shaggy and hanging in his face. Your lips were almost touching.

“I want you. All of you this time.” You and Ron had been fooling around for weeks now and he had yet to let you help him.

“I’m not gonna fit princess. Y’to small for me. But don’t worry that’s what this fixes.” His lips pressed down against yours as he placed slow kisses against you. One of his fingers slipped inside your arousal-slicked hole. With a moan, you broke the kiss.

“I’m not too small. I want to feel you so bad. Please.” You pleaded at him with innocent doe eyes.

“Merlin it’s hard to say no when you look at me like that.” A frustrated groan left his mouth as you ground your hips against his hand.

“Please. I was such a good girl today. I jus wanna make you feel good.” You knew exactly what you were doing and exactly how well it was going to work. You had Ron wrapped around your finger.

“You’re sure that’s what you want? I'm not gonna take it easy on you. If you want me to fuck your little cunt I will, but I’m not gonna be gentle.” His tone only made you want him more.

“Yes. Please. N-need you so much.”

“Yeah? Need me so bad? I can't wait to have you all dumb on my cock.” Ron pulled away from you and began stripping himself of the rest of his clothing.

When his erection was free from his pants your eyes got wide and you thought about the choices that led you here. He climbed back over you and lined his hips up with yours. Your legs unconsciously spread further apart to make yourself bigger for him. He kissed your neck. He kissed over all of the marks he had made previously leaving little bites along the way.

“You ready for me?” He whispered in your ear, lightly running his teeth over your ear lobe. You nodded aggressively. “Words baby.”

“Yes. Please, Ronnie.”

“Good girl. So perfect for me.” He ran the tip of his length across your slit. You whined at the touch of your swollen bundle of nerves. He stopped at your hole and coated the tip of his cock in your arousal. He slowly began pushing inside you letting you adjust to him.

You gasped at the pressure as his cock began to fill you. Your arms were wrapped around him, leaving scratch marks down his back as he continued stuffing you full of himself.

“Taking me so well. You are almost there love.” His praises only made you want to do better for him.

“F-feel so full.” Your mind was only focused on Ron as he pushed his erection the rest of the way inside of you. When he bottomed out he gave you a minute to adjust to his size. Fog settled over your mind. Your eyes were clouded with lust as you stared up at him.

“So fucking tight. So pretty stuffed full of my cock.” He started rocking his hips, moving his cock inside of you. He grabbed your wrist and placed your hand on your lower stomach, pressing lightly against it you could feel the tip of his cock. “You know what that is?” You nodded biting your lip as you did.

“Ronnie,” you cried out.

“Shhhh love. You have to be quiet or we can’t do this here.”

“I-I’m sorry. Please don’t s-stop.” You ground your hips against him the same way you had when it was his fingers. You started to moan but it was silenced as his lips pushed harshly against yours.

“If you’re gonna be a brat I’m going to fuck you like one.” He growled against your lips, his hand wrapping around your throat. His lips met yours again as he began pumping in and out of you. His pace was slow and hard to start. As he pulled almost out of you he came back at you hard. His cock grazed your g-spot every time making the knot in your stomach grow tighter.

“g-gonna cum. Wanna cum so b-bad. Please?” You could barely articulate anything with the way the pleasure you felt pulsed through your body.

“Let it go petal. Cum on my cock.” He felt your walls squeeze him as you came. He edged closer and closer to his climax as he drilled into you. “So tight. Your cunt is a perfect princess.”

His cock twitched and he pulled out of you and jerked himself off over your stomach. White strings of cum pooled on your stomach.

“Fuck- such a good girl for me.” Ron laid next to you on the bed, catching his breath. When you both had calmed down from your highs Ron stood up. “Let’s get you cleaned up love.”

First, he got a warm washcloth and cleaned up your arousal-covered cunt. Then he wiped his climax from your stomach. He pulled a t-shirt and a pair of panties from your closet before dressing you.

You could feel the fog clearing from your brain as Ron put effort into taking care of you. He pulled your blankets over you, tucking you into bed. You hadn’t said much just occasional thank you’s and quiet noises.

“Goodnight petal. Sweet Dreams.” He placed a kiss on your forehead. He started for the door before he heard you call out to him.

“R-Ron, will you lay with me for a while?” You just wanted to feel his warmth and his strong arms wrapped around you.

“I’ll lay here till you fall asleep, then I have to go back to the guest room.” He climbed back into bed, pulling you close to him and holding you close. Soon after you fell asleep peacefully in his warm embrace.

The next morning you woke to the absence of Ron in your bed. You tried not to let it bother you. You swung your legs over your bed and tried to stand before sitting back down.

There was an extreme soreness between your legs. You knew it was going to hinder your ability to do everyday things; like walking normally. Nonetheless, you were going to try to act normally. You dressed in a tight sundress before heading downstairs. You were met by your dad and Ron eating breakfast in the kitchen.

“Good Morning.” Ron’s eyes never left your figure as you walked across the living room. When you got to the kitchen you grabbed a glass and began filling it with water.

“Good morning.” Your father said watching you hobble through the kitchen. “Why are you walking like that?” Ron snickered to himself.

“I pulled a muscle in my leg yesterday.” You said without hesitation grabbing a waffle from the counter.

“How’d you do that?” Ron asked intrigued.

You turned to face him, eyes narrowing as you made eye contact with his smug face.

“Quidditch practice was brutal yesterday.”

“I’m sure it was. You should let me give you some pointers. Then maybe you won’t be so sore.” Ron raised his glass of pumpkin juice to his lips, not breaking eye contact with you.

“That’s a great idea. Don’t you think so honey?” Your dad cluelessly added.

“It is a lovely idea.” A smirk was plastered on Ron's face as he thought of all the things he wanted to do to you. “Thank you, Ron. I’d love your help.”

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𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: 𝘆/𝗻 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗲 𝗮𝘀 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝘀𝗻’𝘁 𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗲 𝗮 𝗺𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗼𝗻 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀𝗻𝘁 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗳𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗶𝘀𝗻’𝘁 𝘀𝗼 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲...

𝗮/𝗻: 𝗮𝗵𝗵𝗵 𝗺𝘆 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗶𝗰 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿! 𝗶 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀, 𝘀𝗼 𝗿𝗲𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗴 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗶𝗱, 𝗶 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝗯𝗶𝘁 𝗳𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗽𝗮𝗰𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗶 𝗾𝘂𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝗻𝗱 :) 𝗱𝗼𝗻’𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗲𝗮𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗱𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝘄𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗿, 𝗶 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘀𝗼 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵! <𝟯

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We were in my dorm room studying for our final exams, listening to his soothing voice for hours on end was something I have always enjoyed to do since we became friends due to no one really listened to him at all.

It was really no secret to anyone that I was completely head over heels in love with Neville.

I lost myself while constantly day-dreaming of kissing him and maybe doing something more than just making out, but I knew he didn't think of me that way, not even in my wildest dreams would that ever happen.

At least that's what I constantly told myself since I didn't wan't to get rejected and heartbroken as I have been in the past, it hurt and I didn't want to go through that again.

But he was different, every little thing he did that showed affection towards me made my chest flutter and my stomach fill with butterflies.

Still, I recently was planning on confessing to him hoping that would help me focus a bit more on my exams rather than zoning out and day-dreaming about possible outcomes rather than trying to focus to study.

I was snapped from my thoughts when I heard Neville calling out my name "Y/N?" my eyes focused back on his face "Are you alright?" worry clearly heard in his voice.

My face went with embarrassment as realization hit me "Oh yeah Nev, it's the exams, just a bit stressed that's all." I explained.

"It's no problem really," he reassured me "do you fancy a break from studying?" he asked. "Yeah, but I need to tell you something first, erm-"

Well here goes nothing I guess...

"I love you Neville." His eyes widened and his mouth fell agape with shock, I started fidgeting with my fingers in my lap staring at anything but Neville, scared of what he might say, I was starting to overthink it all.

The silence was deafening. Bloody hell, I scared him, he doesn't love me, does he? When I look up Neville's cheeks are crimson red while eagerly trying to avoid my gaze.

"I-  I should go-" I start packing up all of my stuff to run out of here as fast as I could.

Just as I am about to head out the door Neville grasps my shoulder and swiftly turns me around to finally lock eyes with him "I love you too Y/N." he breathed out.

Neville tucks a strand of hair that had fallen onto my face and cups my cheek in his hand, "C- Can I kiss you?" he whispered.

I could feel his hot breath fanning over my face, our noses slightly brushing with one another, I hadn't really acknowledged how close we were to one another.

That fluttery feeling in my chest only intensified, I could see lust was clouding his hazel colored eyes and so were mine.

A rush of confidence suddenly bursts within me and I lean forward to connect my lips onto his, he kissed back almost immediately and my knees went weak.

Neville's intoxicating scent filled all of my senses and I just couldn't get enough.

Mutual love and raw desire was exchanged between the two it was tender yet very passionate.

His soft and warm lips moved in perfect sync with mine, it was as if only he and I existed.

My hands cupped his cheeks and his hands went into my hips, caressing them softly and gliding them upwards slowly.

I practically melted at his touch and breathlessly gasped at the sudden movement, my hands went onto the nape of his neck pulling gently at his hair and he groaned weakly onto my lips, heart rates increasing along with our desire to take it a step further.

Neville pulled back breathlessly and rested his forehead on mine, our faces still flushed and heated, both staring longingly into each other's eyes.

"I think we both know where this is headed to if we go on." I chuckled faintly, he couldn't help but chuckle as well.

"I want to Y/N, if you want this as much as I do too." Neville stated and I nodded eagerly. "I do. I really want to do this, especially with you Nev." I encouraged while I caressed his cheek with my thumb.

We connected our lips again but this time it was full of anticipation and lust, his arms wrapped around me and hugged me closer to his body.

By the time I was aware my hands had already slipped under his shirt and tossed it to the side, his smooth like porcelain skin radiating heat onto my fingertips.

I started leaving a trail of sloppy kisses from his jawline and moving slowly downwards, I quickly found his weak spot and lightly sucked on it.

His breath hitched and quietly whimpered, it was barely audible, but I had heard it very clearly.

Neville took my chin in his fingers, softly lifted it and tilted my head to the side to meet his lips with mine again.

He was now walking backwards as I carefully directed our bodies towards my bed, Neville was considerably taller than me and basically towered over me.

I managed to make him sit down at the end of my bed and I quickly sat on his lap and straddled him, not breaking apart for a second.

Neville's hands were on my thighs gripping them gently and untucked the the hem of my shirt, then he pulled back and I could see his eyes scanning my features.

"Can- Can I take this off?" he shyly asked, I replied with a quick nod and a smile, encouraging him to go on.

Neville stared in awe at my bare torso and muttered under his breath, "Blimey Y/N, you're absolutely gorgeous.", my chest fluttered at the praise and immediately kissed him.

This made him fall back onto the mattress with a light thud but he lifted himself up and put his hand on the small of my back to flip us over.

His lips left mine only for them to kiss my jawline, then my neck and moving to the valley of my breasts, his hand went to my back to unclasp my bra.

Once it was off he started kissing my breasts and lightly sucked on my nipples, I couldn't help but let out a breathy moan.

Neville came up to whisper in my ear, "Let me try something Y/N, you're ok with this right?"

I nodded, "Use your words, Y/N." his tone dominant but somehow still very gentle,"Yes." I breath out.

He then pulled back and kissed onto my lower stomach, moving to the place where I needed him the most.

I inhaled sharply at the feeling of his soft lips on my bare thighs, he removed my skirt and panties in one swift move.

My heart started racing when I could feel his hot breath fanning over my soaking cunt.

I couldn't help but let out a moan and arch my back as his tongue moved across my folds, and started sucking on my clit.

My hips mindlessly grinded on his face, my hands found his hair and grasped it tightly as he pumped his middle and ring finger into me.

Neville groaned onto my cunt, the vibrations made me cry out his name even louder between heavy breathing and whimpers.

I could feel my orgasm nearing, suddenly that knot in my lower abdomen comes undone and when I finally come down from my high he stops to look up at me with a small smirk on his face.

He moves my hair out of my face and kissed me, "You did so good Y/N, do you think you can go on, love?" he asked softly as he swiped his thumb over my bottom lip.

When I lifted my face so I could look at him directly I could see the devotion but also the neediness in his eyes, he wanted this badly but he wanted me to feel safe and make sure that I  comfortable.

But it was always this way with Neville, he made me feel so loved and secure, I trusted him with my life and even though we weren't dating, he took care of me as if we were.

"Yes, i'm sure.", at the consent he then got on top of and kissed me in a soft and reassuring way.

He aligned himself and started pushing in slowly, I hissed lightly at the burning sensation.

"Tell me if it's too much and i'll stop, I want you to enjoy this, darling." he comforted me as he continued to slowly enter me, trying to be as gentle as possible.

"Move, Nev, please." I begged him as soon as the pain had stopped.

Once he started thrusting into me, the pleasure overrun my senses and I couldn't help but moan, Neville groaned weakly onto my neck.

His pace got quicker and we were both getting close to our release, I could barely keep my eyes open but the sight in front of me was heavenly.

Neville's eyes were closed in pleasure, his face was red and flushed along with his lips that were parted and were moaning my name breathlessly, it was truly a sight for sore eyes.

"I- I'm close Neville." I moaned out and my eyes closed in euphoria as he started thrusting faster and sloppier.

"Me too" he breathed out, "Please Y/N come for me, please." his begging threw me over the edge.

My eyes rolled to the back of my head as my orgasm washed over me as well as Neville's.

Our heavy breathing was the only thing that could be heard, trying to regulate them after our highs.

Neville had slumped over me, completely exhausted as well as I.

His head was in my chest and our bodies were tangled together, I ran my hands through his soft curls in a comforting manner.

"How do you feel?" Neville finally broke the comfortable silence in the room.

"Amazing, love, you?" I responded, my mind still a bit foggy from moments before.

"Couldn't be better." his smile wider than ever and eyes looking up lovingly at me, "Come on, let's get cleaned up, darling.”

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Plaything

a/n: Damn I almost forgot about this, glad I opened the document and finished it. Damn, my breeding kink going crazy right now. I’m dying for more sub! Neville fics please! Or any Neville fics! I miss March-August 2021. That was like prime time for Neville fics 😞

Word count: 5,392

Parings: Neville Longbottom x fem! reader

Warnings: smut!, sub! Neville, dom! Reader, femdom!, mommy kink!, spanking!, degradation! breeding kink!, buttplug!, pegging! (kinda), mentions of pregnancy, choking!, overstimulation!

Summary: The morning after an eventful night with Neville, you are still feeling a little restless.

You stirred awake as the morning light shined through your window. A cold breeze blew through the small crack of your open window making you burrow yourself under the covers and blankets even further. Needing warmth you reached for Neville underneath the covers but you didn’t feel him. You patted around the bed to feel where he was but all you felt was a pillow in Neville’s spot. You reluctantly popped your head out from underneath the covers and sat up just enough to see where Neville was. However, he was nowhere to be found.

"Hhm" You huffed back into your pillow.

You were still pent up from last night’s activities and weren’t quite done with Neville. Especially since he didn't get the chance to cum inside you last night. But then the familiar smell of bacon filled the air. Neville was cooking breakfast for you. Your heart melted at the gesture and your arousal sky rocked. If you were thinking about having his babies last night, boy was he in for a treat this morning.

You quickly got out of bed and headed to the bathroom to brush your teeth and do your daily morning routine. You decided to stay in your pj's as you wouldn't be wearing them long. Once you were done you headed towards the kitchen.

The smell of pancakes, bacon, and oatmeal filled your senses the closer you got to the kitchen. You quietly made your way to the entrance of the kitchen where you quietly gazed upon Neville, who was facing the stove. The sight in front of you made you practically jump on Neville. He was wearing a white t-shirt and gray pj shorts that were a little too short and didn’t leave any room for the imagination. But the thing that made you weak in the knees was that he was wearing your apron. The apron stopped mid-thigh and was pale pink with frills at the bottom and on the straps. There were embroidered flowers on each pocket and was honestly the most housewife-ish thing you owned.

You never really cooked much so you hardly ever wore it. But Neville cooked all the time. Most of the time you just let him cook in peace, while you stayed in your office working until he was finished. But seeing him here wearing your apron made you wish you had walked in on him cooking more often. Just thinking about him wearing your apron all the time turned you on. Just the thought of him wearing nothing but your apron and going about his day doing the chores while every so often you would interrupt him and use his cock for your own pleasure, being your own personal plaything was a dangerous game you were playing.

"Oh, you're up early. I'm not even finished making breakfast." Neville said, finally noticing you. He flipped a pancake on the pan.

You walked over to him slowly and hugged him from behind. You inhaled his scent which poured oil into the fire that was your arousal. Neville turned to look back at you and smiled.

"Thank you for making breakfast" You whispered into his back. "But I'm going to need you to stop for like 5 seconds."

"I'm almost done and then I'll set the table. Did you wake up with a headache?" Neville asked, worried that you woke up with a cold. He was now regretting sleeping with the window open.

"No," You said plainly. Godric, he was so thoughtful. You couldn’t wait to make him a father.

You then reached under his apron and moved your hands to his lower stomach. Your hands found their way underneath the waistband of his shorts. Neville gasped at the coldness of your hands.

"But this apron is doing things to me" You whispered into his ear.

Underneath your fingertips, you could feel growing goosebumps as you traced small circles on his skin.

“Darling…” he choked on his words as you slid your hands lower but never touched the thing he desperately wanted to be touched. “Ahh… the stove.” Neville reluctantly turned off the stove and placed the last pancake on a platter of stacked pancakes.

Your eyes darkened with lust at how he was concerned about your safety and you hummed with desire. Your hand ghosted over his growing erection and you began to kiss his shoulders. He tensed up at the overwhelming feeling of your touch and grabbed onto the counter for support.

“But Love…” he sucked in a sharp breath when you slowly pulled down his shorts and underwear.

“But what?” you asked with a smirk on your face.

“We… we just… did this last night.” He stuttered.

“What are you complaining about? It’s not like you do any of the work, anyways,” you said with a devilish grin on your face.

The heat from Neville’s blush radiated from his face as you sucked lightly on a sensitive spot on his neck and his bottoms landed on his ankles.

“I… do…” Neville whined.

“Oh really, cause it seems to me like I always have to fuck myself with your cock” you purred into his ear. You loved how he tried to defend himself, you thought it was cute.

“Not that” he tried to hold in his moans but it was no use. He became more flustered by the second. “I… I… fwf hmm…” Neville was a hopeless mess at this point and he didn’t even realize when you had taken off his shirt leaving him only in the apron. A tent was made around his crotch area

“Use your words baby boy,” you said kissing his earlobe while wrapping your hand around his now erect cock.

“I… I eat your pussy” Neville moaned. Just thinking about eating you out made him twitch.

“Hmm” you sighed pretending to think. “You do make a good tongue slut. But we both know that you're nothing but a pillow prince.” Not that you minded, you loved being in control.

Neville whined at the degrading names you were calling him. He knew it was true but he didn’t want to admit it. It wasn’t his fault that you had him wrapped around your finger. Besides, he thrived on having all your attention. It reminded him of how much you really loved him. Then being reminded once again of just how crazy you were about him, you turned him around, pushed him up against a nearby wall, and forced your lips against his.

“You're my property and I get to use you whenever and however I want” you whispered in his ear while giving his cock a swift slap.

“AhHhh…” he moaned. At that moment all Neville could do was lean against the wall and bend his knees from the sudden pain you inflicted on him. The slap wasn’t too painful, but his nether regions were becoming more sensitive by the second.

Your knee pushed between Neville's legs to spread them apart, making the apron bunch up at Neville’s front barely covering his dick. Neville couldn’t take the feeling of your thigh against his cock any longer and needed some friction to relieve himself, so he started grinding up against you.

“Look at you humping my thigh like a puppy.” you cooed. “Admit it. Admit that you’re just my pretty fucktoy” you said with a look of hunger on your face. Your mouth parted open with your tongue grazing your upper teeth while your eyes looked straight into Neville's soul daring him to contradict you.

Neville swore you wanted to eat him alive and he could feel his face heat up. His pride was getting the better of him and he refused to speak so instead, he whined into your shoulder and shook his head no. Not liking his response you placed your hand on his chest and pushed him back up against the wall a little harder than you anticipated. Neville gasped at your roughness and was even more taken back when you placed your hand around his neck. The feeling of your hand squeezing lightly on the sides of his neck made Neville roll his eyes to the back of his head and let out a long groan. This time when Neville faced you, he was met with a death glare and he knew he was in for a long ride.

“Are you being a brat?” you raised an eyebrow at him surprised.

“No, please give me another chance! Please!” Neville pleaded with you. His voice, only above a whisper with your hand wrapped around his neck.

“Alright then say it.” you loosened your grip around Neville’s neck.

But Neville was feeling extra squirmy today and his bottom lip trembled. He didn’t want to admit it. No matter how much he enjoyed being your fucktoy he never wanted to admit such a degrading thing out loud.

“That’s it,” you said sternly.

You stepped back and pulled your wand from your back pocket. You casted a spell binding Neville’s wrists together and muted him until you would reach the bedroom. Neville’s eyes widened at not being able to speak or pull his hands away from each other. Then a magical chain of blue mist reached from the tip of your wand to Neville’s wrist and you led Neville to your shared bedroom. Heading to the bedroom you took off your pajamas, leaving you only in your panties.

Once in the bedroom, you pushed Neville onto the bed. You instructed him to move up the bed and lay down in the middle. Then you attached the magical chain to the headboard. Neville’s eyebrows furrowed together anxiously as he waited for what you were about to do. His excitement revealed itself as the corner of his mouth curled into a smile.

Standing at the side of the bed you reveled in the sight before you. Neville was squirming under your gaze and his blush reached all the way to his chest. You thought he looked cute with the apron still on as a tent was formed from his erection standing tall. He looked up at you with those doe eyes filled with false innocence. You wanted to use him for everything he had.

Then you remembered that he was still muted as he tried to speak but no sound came out. With a flick of your wand, you unmuted Neville and placed your wand on the nightstand.

“Y/N, please. I’m sorry.” Neville pleaded.

“Oof…” you huffed, shaking your head in disappointment and clicking your tongue. “Did someone forget his place?”

Neville’s eyes widened as he realized his mistake. He was never to address you by your name when the two of you played this game. He was to call you mistress or mommy. Whatever he preferred at the time.

“Mommy I’m sorry” he pleaded “I didn’t mean to.”

“Aww…” you cooed. “Baby I know,... but you're going to have to pay the consequences for being such a bad boy this morning.”

His lip quivered as a whimper escaped his lips. Neville’s chest heaved up and down as you sat next to him and started rubbing the inside of his thigh. He instinctively spread his legs wider and his cock twitched up and down at your touch while letting out a quiet moan.

“It’s so cute that you’re already so worked up and I’ve barely touched you,” you whispered.

Neville whined as you touched his thighs, lower stomach, and everywhere except his aching cock. He even started humping into the apron for some friction. Noticing this you flipped the apron up revealing his pulsating cock and slapped his balls.

“Ahh!” Neville moaned as he squirmed his head into the pillow.

“Don’t move,” you said sternly.

“Please… please…” Neville whined.

“Please what?” you cooed.

“Please touch me” Neillve pulled at the magical chain and tried to cover his red face in his shoulder.

“Is my bitch boy puppy begging?” you said with a devilish smile.

Neville seemed even more embarrassed than before. He let out a mewl and pulled at the magical chain while pushing his knees together. But then you got between his legs and spread them.

“Still won’t admit it?” you taunted.

Neville looked anxiously at you between his legs. The corner of your lip curled up before your hand briskly cracked down on his balls leaving them red.

“Ahh!” Neville yelped as his head leaned back further into the pillow.

“Turn around,” you said in a harsh voice.

Neville looked fearful. To be honest this was the first punishment for him. He was usually your good boy but he had no idea what came over him that morning. He thought about it for a bit as he turned around on his stomach and adjusted the apron. The magical chain adjusted itself and gave him as much slack as he needed to turn around. He thought that maybe he subconsciously wanted you to be mean to him. His cock twitched as he laid down on his stomach and waited for his punishment.

‘Yep I wanted this,’ he thought to himself.

Neville tensed as your hand soothed itself on his ass.

“I think fifteen spankings is a good punishment. What do you think?” you asked.

“Yes mommy,” Neville said, voice cracking.

You smirked at how eager he was for this.

“Count and don’t lose track or else I’ll have to start over” you said, smacking your hand on Neville’s ass cheek.

“Ahh!” Neville screamed.

“I said count” you said, spanking his ass again. “Start at one on the next one.”

You caressed Neville’s ass before striking Neville’s ass one more time.

“One…” Neville said in a high pitched voice. He rested his head on its side facing you and squeezed his eyes shut as you soothed your hand on him again before another slap was given.

“T… two…”

Neville was keeped on the edge of his seat, never knowing when your hand would come down on him or which cheek you would strike. He could feel himself leaking onto the apron and he wasn’t sure how you would react when you saw the wet spot created at his tip. At last he had counted to fifteen and both his ass cheeks were marked with red hand prints. Tears were streaming down his face and his breathing became erratic.

“Shhh…” you purred and rubbed your hand up and down his back.

You got up off the bed and retrieved the location sitting on the nightstand and returned to your place on the bed sitting beside him. You started to lotion his bum and massaged him to calm him down.

“Have you learned your lesson?” you asked calmly, rubbing lotion on him.

He nodded his head yes but that wasn't the response you were looking for. So you gave him another smack and Nevilled shrieked with pain.

“I’m your bitch fucktoy, your personal plaything! I don’t do any work because I’m your slut! You can do whatever you want to me! I’m yours mommy!” he yelled with tears in his eyes.

You grinned with pleasure as he spoke. You placed the lotion bottle back on the nightstand and attacked him in a passionate kiss. Neville moaned and started to hump the bed. You playfully bit his lip before breaking the kiss and looked towards Neville’s moving hips. Neville was too dazed to notice what he was doing or what you were doing.

“Turn around” you commanded.

Neville instinctively obeyed you, but if it weren't for your encouraging pat on his side he would have still been on his stomach. Eyeing him up and down you noticed the wet spot on the apron where the tip of his dick was. He would have to pay for being turned on by a few spankings.

You got off the bed and walked to the foot of the bed and pulled Neville by his ankles so his arms were stretched all the way above him and his feet were closer to the end of the bed. Neville watched you with a love sick expression on his face. He was fully prepared for whatever you had prepared for him, at least mentally.

You slipped your panties off before climbing back on the bed and sat down next to his hips.

“Let’s put that pretty mouth of yours to good use” you hummed.

Neville’s eyes lit up like a christmas tree as you positioned yourself so that your pussy hovered just above his face. You faced your body towards his cock and straddled his triceps. Neville drooled at the sight above him and squeezed his thighs together to get some kind of friction earning him a slap on the cock.

Neville let out a gasp at the pain and was suddenly suffocated by your pussy. He began to lap at your cunt like he was trained to over the years.

“Ahh… Nev…” you threw your head back and gripped the frills of the apron as you moaned his name.

Neville was in complete bliss at the taste of your juices. He swore he had never tasted anything more delicious in his whole life. He loved beginning in between your legs and could never be tired of pleasing you this way.

Slurping sounds could be heard throughout the room as Neville switched between swiveling his tongue up and down your clit and sucking furiously on your clit. You grinded down on Neville’s face, gripping the end of the apron for dear life, and occasionally bounced on his face.

“Fuck…” you moaned. “You like being used don’t you baby boy”

Neville moaned in response and his hips involuntarily humped the air a few times before you forcefully pushed his hips back on the bed to keep him still.

“You're such a slut for my pussy,” you teased.

All Neville could do was whimper underneath you.

“Say it,” you order. You raised your hips slightly so he could speak.

“I’m a slut for your pussy,” he sobbed.

You responded with a wicked laugh. “Pathetic.”

You rested your full weight on his face again and he continued to lick you mercilessly. His tongue teasing penetrated your vagina continuously.

As he ate you out, you took pity on his aching cock and decided to lazily stroke it. You bent down and took him in your mouth for lubrication. Neville practically cried when he felt himself being surrounded by warmth. It took everything in his power to not buck his hips upward. But the sweet feeling that was your mouth was suddenly gone and replaced by your hand.

Neville cried as your hand slowly stroked him up and down. Meanwhile your rode his face faster the closer you got to cumming. Neville himself was also being pushed to the brink at the arousing position he was in.

“Come on baby make mommy cum” you moaned as Neville sucked on your clit.

You rode Neville’s face to your orgasm and screamed as the sensation took over your body. He continued to eat you out through your orgasm. Neville revealed in the sounds that came out of your mouth and felt that his own orgasm was close. You felt it too because you speed up the pace of your hand. But just as he was about to cum you let go of his cock.

Neville whined at the loss of your hand and came anyway. His cock jumped up and down as cum leaked out of his tip and onto the bunched up apron. His thighs tensed at the feeling of a ruined orgasm.

“Mmhh…” Neville whimpered under you.

You mercilessly laughed at his pulsating dick. You got up off of his face and sat down next to his hips and leaned down to kiss him.

“Mommy…” Neville moaned into the kiss.

You could taste yourself on his lips. Your hand slithered down to his hips and you grabbed his balls to squeeze them. Neville yelped in response and rubbed his legs together. You broke the kiss and stared into his eyes which stared right back at you, pupils fully dilated.

“That was for enjoying your punishment” you breathed onto his lips.

Neville immediately went scarlet and his eyes widened with embarrassment. Just the response you were looking for.

“You didn’t think I would let you get away with that, did you?” you smirked. “Getting wet over a few spankings. You really are a slut”

Neville turned his head away from you, humiliated.

You had to admit that you enjoyed the sight before you. Cum stained Neville’s stomach and the end of the apron. His blush was spread from his cheeks, ears, and chest. And the noises coming out of his beautiful mouth due to his embarrassment made you even more wet. You grabbed his jaw and forced him to face you.

"I’m not done with you” you whispered. “You need to learn how to be a good boy again.”

“Mmhh… ahhh…” Neville moaned.

You got up from the bed and went to the nightstand and opened the drawer to retrieve a bottle of lube and a vibrating butt plug. Neville couldn’t see what you were doing but felt himself twitch.

You returned to the bed and lifted Neville’s legs so that his thighs were pushed up against his stomach and the pink apron bunched up at his chest. You positioned yourself in front of Neville so that you were holding his legs up by his knee pit and faced him.

Neville's chest heaved up and down and he pulled at the magical blue chain as he thought he knew what was going to come next.

“Mommy what are you going to do?” he asked excitedly.

“So eager to be fucked now are you puppy?” you smirked.

Neville watched eagerly as you popped open the bottle of lube and squirted the gel onto his asshole. He moaned at the feeling of your fingers rubbing the gel over his eager hole. You teased his hole by pushing two fingers against it but never penetrating him. Neville moved his hips desperately towards your fingers to get some sort of pleasure but you removed your fingers before he had the chance.

“Hold still” you said, swatting his bum one more time.

“Ahh!” Neville moaned, leaning his head back and hiding his face in his arm.

“You want to be my good boy again don’t you?” you said in a voice just above a whisper rubbing up and down the back of his thighs.

“Yeah! Yes! Yes! Yes, please mommy!” he shook his head furiously, while shutting his eyes tightly. “I want to be your good boy again mommy!”

“Then stay still” you said in a lower octave.

Your hands rubbed down the back of his thighs and landed on Neville’s ass. You gave each cheek a firm grip earning a moan from Neville. If you were being honest with yourself, Neville had quit the plump ass. You smiled to yourself at how he always blushed whenever you would mention it or never allowed you to touch his butt on a usual day. But look at him now enjoying it like the slut he pretends not to be.

You toyed with his hole with two fingers and watched as he struggled to not push up against you. Deciding not to torture your good boy any longer you pushed two fingers inside him. Neville’s moan filled the entire room as you entered him. You steadily stretched him out and pumped your fingers in and out of him. You curled your fingers to hit his prostate.

He instantly pulled at the magical chain to grip something, anything. The noises that came out of his mouth were the most obscene. He couldn’t take this much pleasure. You smiled to yourself at how much of a mess you could break Neville down to. It was truly an accomplishment.

Once you were satisfied with how well you stretched him you took your fingers out of him and grabbed the vibrator. Neville whined at the loss of your fingers but was completely mesmerized at your actions. You had poured lube on the vibrator and were stroking it slowly. Your entire focus had shifted to covering every inch of the vibrator with lube and Neville’s dick had twitched as he imagined that you were stroking him instead of the vibrator.

Then you forcefully pushed the entire plug in him without warning.

“Oohhh…mommy…” Neville groaned.

His chest heaved up and down at the feeling of being full. He wanted to be fucked, move his hips, he wanted to be inside you, and eat your pussy all at once. His mind was going numb by the second and you still weren’t done with him.

You gave him a devilish smile and the next thing he knew you were abusing his hole by repeatedly fucking the toy in and out of him. And everytime you managed to hit his prostate.

“I… I can’t… ahh…” Neville gasped for air. “I’m gonna…”

“I didn’t say you could,” you growled.

You instantly pushed the toy deep inside him and left it there right on his sweet spot and turned it on to its highest setting. You stood up on the bed and straddled his thighs. Sweat glistened on Neville’s forehead and his breathing quickened as he anticipated the feeling of your walls around him. Then you slipped his cock inside you and sat down. The moans that filled the room were definitely unholy.

The amazon position was definitely one of your favorite poisons in bed. Nevilles legs up in the air, giving you full control of the pace. The backs of your thighs touching his and you sitting up straight like you were on your throne. Him looking up at you like the goddess you were. Honestly he looked absolutely smitten by you.

“You feel so good for me, baby” you moaned at the feeling of having Neville finally inside you.

“Fwfff… mmhh…” Neville muttered.

He wasn’t capable of forming words at the moment. His toes curled at the overwhelming feeling of your warm wet pussy devouring him and the vibrator hitting his most sensitive spot inside him. All he wanted you to do was move. The lewd sounds that left his mouth were enough to make you cum right then and there.

You leaned down and grabbed Neville’s jaw so he could look directly into your eyes.

“Is this too much for my baby boy?” you asked in a sadistic tone.

Neville cried out from the nickname. He loved being your baby boy. He loved when you gave him all your attention and used him for your own pleasure. Especially when you received pleasure from playing with your boy.

“No mommy! I want more” he pleaded. “Please move!”

“If I do, will you promise to be a good boy from now on?”

“Yes! I promise! I want to be your good boy. I’ll be good! Please, please, please use me!” he whimpered.

His pleas had awakened a hungry beast inside you and you immediately started bouncing on his cock. Neville’s moans became high pitched as your hands moved from his jaw to wrap around his neck. You made sure to only squeeze the sides of his neck and gently push down on the front of his neck. He barely managed to mutter the word “mommy” as you fucked yourelf on his cock. Neville’s eyes rolled to the back of his head and his eyelids became heavier by the second. He was sure he would pass out soon.

The view above him was mesmerizing. In his hazy vision he could see your breasts bouncing with every rock of your hips. The sadistic expression on your face sent a shiver down his spine and a fuzzy feeling in the pit of his stomach. He swore you started to glow, but it could have been due to the lack of oxygen reaching his brain. It didn’t matter because to him you were ethereal. You were his goddess. He belonged to you and you alone.

You pulled him into a sweet kiss, stealing the last bit of air he had left in him.

“Mmhh…” Neville yelped when you bit his bottom lip.

“I want your babies,”' you whispered onto his lips.

“Ahhh!” he cried, leaning his head back and toes curling.

“Cum inside me Nev…” you purred.

After a few pumps of his dick he came harder than he ever had before. Neville went cross eyed and he panted desperately for air. As he came you sat on his cock balls deep so all of his cum made it inside your womb. You let go of his neck and sat up straight to play with your clit. Neville gasped for air and his whole shook as you continued to bounce on his cock. You were so close to reaching your second orgasm and weren’t going to stop until you came.

“Mommy… it’s too much” Neville cried tears streaming down his face.

“Remember you're my toy to use,” you said in a stern tone. “Besides, didn't you beg me to use you.” A sinister laugh escaped your lips as Neville cried and nodded his head.

Your fingers made circles around your clit as you fucked yourself on Neville’s cock. Neville’s legs shook furiously as his poor cock was overstimulated.

“Mommy…” he whimpered into his arm.

“Yes baby make me a mommy” you moaned.

Lewd sounds filled the room as you bounced faster on his cock.

“Fuck… Nev,” you moaned.

Neville’s high pitched moans turned to quiet whimpers as he was used for your pleasure. But if he was being honest with himself, he loved it. This is exactly what he was asking for. He wanted to know that he was pleasing you. He lived for it.

With one last thrust of your hips Neville hit that sweet spot inside you and you came so hard that you had to hold onto his ankle for support. You rested for a while trying to catch your breath, breathing heavily and leaning your head back. A smile formed on your lips and you huffed out a laugh.

Neville was so tired and sensitive all he could do was convulse as his cock still stayed inside you. You looked down at him with complete adoration in your eyes. You took pity on him and took yourself off of him, turned off the vibrator and took it out of him. You moved his legs back on the bed instead of in the air and moved to stand by the nightstand and set the vibrator down. Neville immediately scooted closer to you and whined about wanting to cuddle.

“I know, I know my sweet boy,” you said in a soft voice.

You sat down next to him, took the apron off and used it to wipe away the cum on his stomach. Reaching for your wand you took the enchantment off of his wrist and he was free from the head board. For a while, Neville was disoriented and laid still, catching his breath.

Once Neville felt strong enough he scooted closer to you so he could place his head in your lap. Then you shifted and leaned yourself against the headboard.

"Did I do good?" Neville asked in a sweet voice.

"You did so good for me baby," you whispered, smiling down at him. You stopped brushing locks of brown hair out of his face to gently grab his jaw and lean down to kiss him. You couldn't help laughing a bit.

Neville broke the kiss and looked worried for a bit. "What?"

"I knew you lived being my boy toy" you smirked down at him.

Neville immediately went scarlet and wrapped his arms around your middle. He pressed his face into your chest to hide his embarrassment.

A muffled "It's true" was his response.

You couldn't stay mad at him. He was too cute.

"You were such a good boy for me during your punishment Nev."

Neville looked up at you with puppy dog eyes.

"And good boys get rewards."

Neville’s face lit up as you said those words.

You grabbed your wand and summoned the breakfast Neville had made before you had distracted him and a few trays to keep the food on. The rest of the morning was spent with you feeding Neville breakfast and you enjoying the food he had prepared for you.

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teasing. | syltherin boy headcanons

author’s note: based on a request i received. i am feral.

- your boyfriends reaction to you teasing him under the table at dinner.

Draco Malfoy.

Draco had been in a proper fowl mood all day, and you could tell he was stressed, a clear mixture of a million different things floating through his mind.

You were literally counting down the seconds until you could finally be alone with him, but dinner was fucking dragging.

Sitting next to him, you couldn’t help but to sneak continual glances at him, noting his silver eyes darkened to a deep shade of grey, the tension in his jaw practically palpable as he stared at his plate like he could hex it into another dimension.

Just looking at him made your breath quicken, made your pulse soar.

Of course, part of you empathized with his shitty day, but the other part of you wanted to get on your knees for him right then and there--

because, undeniably so, he’s at his fucking sexiest when he’s pissed.

As Pansy’s chipper voice filled the air, yammering away to a blissfully blazed Zabini, both of them seated across from you and your boyfriend, an idea sparked in your mind.

Without hesitation, you scooted closer to him, subtly enough to not draw any attention to yourself, but enough for Draco to shoot you a side-eyed glance, eyebrow raised.

Feeling his eyes on you, you kept your gaze on your plate as you brushed your hand against his thigh, testing his reaction.

You could practically hear him swallow, could practically feel his body tense, and you’d try not to smirk.

Thrilled, you’d inch your fingers further, tracing small patterns along the middle of his thigh before trailing upwards.

He’d shift on the bench, the veins in his hands tensing as he tightened his grip on his fork.

His reactions would fuel your fire, and you’d keep going, grazing over his crotch, and he’d groan, stifling it with a cough instantly, and that’s when he’d had enough.

Shifting his hand, he’d grasp your thigh, now--with an intensity in his grip so strong you’d almost squeal. A silent warning.

He’d lean in, his voice darker than the midnight sky as he’d whisper, “you’re lucky I have some dignity…but keep it up and I’ll bend you over this fucking table right now, in front of everyone.”

your grin would be unmissable, and you’d only make it another few minutes before he dragged you away from the table and back to his dorm.

Blaise Zabini.

Blaise was literally just eating. And that’s all it took.

That’s all it took for you to want him, to damn-near need him, right then and there.

He’d been flirty with you all morning, making you swoon over his every word with his typical Zabini charm, as though he was still trying to win you over.

You found yourself giggling like a goddamn first year more times than you could even begin to count while he was around, and it drove you crazy, in the best way.

You couldn’t help it, you just always wanted to be near him, kissing him, touching him. He just made you feel that needy. Effortlessly.

And that feeling carried over throughout the entirety of your day, and didn’t falter at dinner. Oh, not even in the slightest.

If anything, it intensified.

Just watching him, in his own little world, focused on his food, casually chiming into the conversation every now and then between bites--it just did something to you. Something you couldn’t explain.

The way the veins in his hands tensed with each movement, the confident aura that surrounded him, regardless of what he was doing, was just fucking intoxicating.

And so, while caught in a moment of both mental and sexual tension, you discreetly placed your hand on his thigh while continuing to eat, feigning innocence as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Blaise looked over, immediately, and you could practically feel the smirk on his lips.

But then, with his typical Zabini composure, he’d go back to eating, letting you keep your hand there.

As you dared to inch higher, he’d seamlessly continue conversing with his friends, as if entirely unaffected by your advances.

The conversation flowed effortlessly, and to anyone else, it’d seem as though nothing out of the ordinary was transpiring.

At this point, you’d be completely convinced that you were enjoying this more than he was.

But then, as you’d get close to his crotch, dangerously close, he’d lean in, his voice so deep it’d send chills down your spine.

“You better stop.”

You’d grin, slowly moving higher, looking at him with innocent eyes. “Or what?”

“You just wait until I get you alone, babygirl…” he’d smirk, wetting his lips. “I’ll get you back real fucking good.”

Lorenzo Berkshire.

Lorenzo bloody Berkshire; your absolutely sexy, tease of a boyfriend.

Earlier, you had been paired together for an assignment in class, which had turned out to be the most infuriating part of your day.

Enzo was relentless in his teasing; partially because he couldn’t keep his fucking hands off of you, but also because he just loved getting a rise out of you.

All class he’d stared at you with those big brown eyes, biting on his fucking lip as he smirked at you, pressing his crotch against your ass as the two of you gathered supplies for the assignment, acting like he wasn’t doing anything wrong.

By dinner, your head was spinning, your nerves were shot, and you were more than determined to get him back.

And you’d do just that; finding your perfect opportunity while he was casually eating, not really paying you much attention.

You’d shift closer to him, resting your chin on your palm as you fixed your gaze on him, smirking a devilish smirk.

“So, Enz, what do you think of the new charms professor?”

You’d inquire, your voice like honey as it slipped past your lips, your fingers brushing against his leg in unison.

As soon as your hand connected with his thigh, he’d freeze, not daring to look at you, but stalling his movements completely, staring down at his plate as though it’d just grown two legs and spoke to him.

You’d grin, pulling your lip between your teeth in an attempt to hide it, watching him as he’d slowly resume his chewing, his breath coming in shallower bursts as you inched higher, excruciatingly slow.

“I-uh…he’s, he’s good-“ he’d stammer, his voice cracking, clearing his throat to mask it. “Thorough.”

“Oh, thorough, huh?” You’d tease, grin widening. “Why don’t you elaborate on that?”

His jaw would tense, his lids fluttering shut for the briefest moment as you grazed his crotch, adding pressure as to really get back at him, to really give him a taste of his own damn medicine.

He’d be flustered, undoubtedly, but he wouldn’t dare stop you, playing it off until he couldn’t take it anymore.

Then he’d lean in, softly setting his fork down as to not arouse any suspicion.

“My dorm, right now.” He’d practically beg. “I fucking need you.”

Mattheo Riddle.

Teasing Mattheo was not something you did, ever.

Because ‘teasing’, with Mattheo Riddle, was not a concept. It simply did not fucking exist.

You’d attempted it a few times, over your months of dating, and each time you’d found yourself either bent over a table, on your knees for him in a way-too-public location, or edged until you fucking cried/begged for release.

Mattheo never failed to let you know that he’d take you whenever and wherever the fuck he pleased.

‘Don’t poke the dragon’ or ‘let sleeping dogs lie’ ; were very much literal phrases when it came to your boyfriend.

and so you made sure not to tempt him, unless absolutely fucking necessary--However, today, it was more than absolutely fucking necessary.

And why was that, you might ask? Two reasons.

First one being that you’d slept in his dorm last night and woke up late late for class; all thanks to him.

Even though you’d made sure to remind him ten bloody times to set the alarm, he’d somehow still managed to ‘forget’.

And the second one was because he just looked so goddamn fucking sexy, and you were displeased with the fact that you didn’t have time for morning sex.

Regardless, as he was picking at his dinner, looking unbelievably exhausted, you took your chances.

You leaned closer to him discreetly, casually placing your hand on his thigh. He’d instantly tense, legs spreading wider almost involuntarily, grip tightening on his fork.

You’d inch higher, excruciatingly slow, nodding to Blaise as he said something to you, causally entertaining the conversation.

Mattheo’s jaw would tighten, so much it’d genuinely look painful, his head bowing toward the table as you slowly moved upwards.

But then, he’d grow tired of your teasing and grab your wrist, hastily moving it to his dick as he huffed, dropping his fork and running his now-free hand through his hair.

You’d be fuelled on, leaning toward his ear to whisper; “I need you so fucking bad, Matty…”

He’d snuff a groan, his nails digging into your wrist as he continued guiding your hand, guiding you in palming him through his trousers.

“You’re going to regret this, princess…” he’d mutter, his voice torn and laced with promise. “Can’t keep your fucking hands off of me, can you?”

You’d increased your movements, feeling him grow unbelievably hard beneath your fingers, and you’d know he wasn’t bluffing.

“I should bend you over right here, show the boys just what a desperate little slut you are for me….”

You’d smirk, snuffing your giggling, and that would be the last straw. He’d drag you up from the table and fuck you in the nearest closet/empty classroom.

Theodore Nott.

You were fucking bored.

So unbelievably bored that you weren’t sure how much more of it you’d be able to take.

The conversations at the table were about nothing of particular significance, and if you had to endure another second of Enzo’s mindless babbling you were certainly going to be sick.

Theo was seated beside you, aimlessly picking at his food, also looking incredibly bored.

It was not unnoticeable that the two of you were about ready to fall asleep on the damn spot.

In a moment of desperation, you turned to your boyfriend, attempting to spark up a conversation.

“So, what are we planning on doing this weekend?”

As Theo looked up, you’d instantly grow warm, his stormy blue eyes swirling with admiration as he glimpsed your lips, his once flat features beginning to soften.

“Can’t speak for you Bella, but know what I have on the to-do list,” he’d murmur, leaning in for a kiss.

Theo was never one to shy away from PDA.

As your lips met in a quick, soft kiss, you’d smile as he slowly pulled back. “Oh, yeah? And what might that be?”

That’s when you’d put your hand on his thigh, slowly trailing it upwards, instantly causing his eyes to darken, his jaw to tighten.

He’d spread his legs wider, inviting you to keep going, and you’d gladly oblige, palming him eagerly as the two of you held eye-contact intense enough to make you dizzy.

he’d smirk, sucking in shallow breaths as he leaned in for another kiss, muttering against your lips;

“You…you, and you again…”

Someone at the table would playfully groan in disgust and tell you two to get a room, and you’d just laugh before Theo agreed and dragged you back to his dorm.

Tom Riddle.

If you had to listen to one more second of Tom Riddle talking about school related topics, you were going to find the nearest bridge and jump. zero hesitation.

You absolutely loved your boyfriend, loved him to fucking death,

but after he’d spent all afternoon drilling transfiguration concepts into your brain, you honestly just wished he’d drill something else into you, instead.

And by the time dinner rolled around, your brain was mashed potatoes, yet Tom remained completely fucking relentless.

In between bites of food he’d ask you to recite the animagus transformation theory, and when you’d undoubtedly get it wrong, he’d sigh, grabbing the book and reading it back to you.

But no matter how many times he’d repeat it, it didn’t fucking matter, your mind was gone, completely elsewhere.

To be more specific, your mind was lost in a sea of your thoughts, thoughts about Tom’s big strong hands gripping your hips, his strong frame towering over you as he-

Gods, this was complete fucking torture, and you needed it to stop, right now.

Loosening your tie around your neck, you glimpsed him, watching his dark eyes scan the page, watching his long fingers as he pointed at what he was reading to you,

As you undid a few of the buttons on your blouse, your hand fell gracefully, landing on his thigh for support as you leaned over him, looking down at the book,

“Can you repeat that part for me again, Tom?…” you’d murmur, voice a slow drawl, failing to hide your smirk as your felt him tense. “Silly me…I don’t think I heard you correctly…”

Tom would know exactly what you were doing, and at first he’d try to play it off, clearing his throat as he tried to decipher where the fuck he’d left off.

But then, as you continued to inch higher, grazing his crotch, he’d groan, slamming the book shut.

“For Merlin’s sake, you’re a needy little slut, aren’t you?” He’d hiss, the annoyance in his tone mingling with amusement.

“Let’s go before I bend you over the fucking table.”

[ginevrapng]

studying with your boyfriend is something you love but also hate. he's a great teacher and explains everything that you don't understand or that professors haven't explained to you the right way for you to understand but you also don't like studying with neville because he's so hot when he's tutoring you that it's distracting.

the whole time neville will be trying to help you with your exam next week you'll be wanting to snog him and find a quiet and dark place in the library to suck his dick.

"are you listening flower?" he asks when you haven't made any input to the conversation. honestly you're not, you're watching the way his eyebrows furrow as he crosses out a misspelling and how he's rolled his jumper up to his forearms. his lip is slightly jutting out and you want to reach over to him and grab his face and kiss him until you're both dizzy.

he looks over to you to see you staring at his lips and smirks. he knows that look on you well. "not now petal, we've got to get this all done," he tells you softly but sternly.

you really should listen, you know he's right but you can't pay attention when he's looking so attractive. "nev please, i need you so bad," you whine, hoping he'll give in and forget about the exam in favour of making out with you.

neville looks back up from his work to you and sighs starting to get exasperated with those puppy dog eyes and pleading words. "i said no."

some people in gryffindor still think of neville as this clumsy, shy and timid boy but he's changed, so when your boyfriend talks like that it's hard to go against him so you shut your mouth, at least for awhile.

neville sees your antsy behaviour and distracted self and decides to do something about it. "you're so needy petal, can't even spend a few hours concentrating without you trying to fuck me."

you pout at him, not realising that you weren't being convincing after he told you to start studying again. "i didn't do anything neville, promise," you say while looking down and playing with the hem of your skirt.

neville follows your eyes and then gets an idea on how to handle his girlfriend. "petal sit on my thigh."

your eyes widen in realisation. "neville we can't do that, not here," you whisper. whipping your head around the library you see that you're the only ones around and you are also in the back of the library but you still believe it to be to dangerous.

"thought you said you were needy?" you bit your lip in thought, he knows what you'll do. "haven't got all day flower." after that you slide out of your chair and stand in front of neville silently asking him where he wants you to sit. "come on, so you're facing me." you shyly nod your head and rest on his thigh.

neville places a delicate kiss on your temple and speaks lowly into your ear, "love you flower." at the same time he grabs hold of your soft hips and starts to drag your body against his thigh.

as you move more against neville's thigh you know that your knickers are getting wetter and they'll probably be a stain on his trousers if this goes on for long.

neville chose this so he could keep working if necessary but he's forgotten all about it. he can't help but drop everything to focus all his attention on you, it's impossible for him not to. he adores you and right now he's getting incredibly hard after hearing your small panting and feeling your doughy skin underneath his big palms. neville simply doesn't know where to look, at your quickly rising and falling chest that's pressed against him or your plush thighs that he can see now that your skirt has ridden up higher or your cute face scrunched up in pleasure.

you've wrapped your arms around neville's neck and you bury your face into his chest every time you feel a particularly loud moan about to leave your mouth. neville pushes some of your hair out of your face as you're beginning to get sweaty and kisses you all over your face.

his trousers get tighter and you increase your pace with the help and guidance of neville. your clit gets pressed against him constantly with the friction and you're losing all sense of how to talk. "nev, plea-, i- i feels s'good," you whine.

neville smirks, his whole confident aura is making you fuzzy. "alright petal, i've got you. hold on tightly to my neck." you nod frantically and hold on tighter. he sinks his fingers even deeper into your plush body, definitely leaving bruises. he flexes his thigh again, angles your body in the right way so that every time you move your clit gets stimulation and starts to move your body up and down, completely controlling your pace.

it's been a couple minutes as you start to form a new sentence "neville, i-"

neville already knows you're about to finish, you started clawing his neck and biting your lip harder trying to stifle any noise. "come f'me petal." you do, the coil building inside of you snaps and you see white. neville shoves his tongue in your mouth and kisses you, muffling your moan. your body shivers and you push your body up against his even more.

you take a couple minutes to breathe and afterwards shakily get off of neville. he holds onto your wrist to stabilise you and groans as he sees the aftermath you've left on his trousers. he takes a glance at the table with all your books on and mumbles 'fuck it' and starts shoving both of your work into his bag. neville's heart melts as he looks up to your cute confused face. "let's head back to my room petal." your face lights up as you remove your wrist from his hand and intertwine your fingers together, you start swinging both your hands as you walk out the library.