pairing: theodore nott x reader.
summary: you and theo are academic rivals and spend many days trying to compete with each other with every task, no matter how minuscule. one night you get detention with professor umbridge and she punishes you with the blood quill. after you leave, theo finds you and doesnât hesitate to show you how much you mean to him.
contains: fluff, little smut, blood, violence, minor injury, badass fmc, sorta hurt/comfort.
hazza speaks: my first fic for theo and hp world! requests are open, not proof read, xo.
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Academic rivals. That what you and Theo are, there is nothing more or less to your relationship. It's simple, platonic and sometimes might not even be considered a relationship with the amount that you two bicker.
Both Slytherin, both extremely competitive, sly and will manipulate the competition to win. The two of you are always on top the best of the best, some argue you should've been a Ravenclaw until they face the wrath that is no doubt come from a Slytherin.
Theo and you are always competing for top marks, constantly knocking each other from the top position, it's been happening for years. So, long in fact you don't even remember how it started, it's just the norm.
Although, the two of you reside in the same friendship groups it doesn't matter, the rivalry is the main part to your somewhat friendship. It's not always about who can garner the highest marks, it used to be, yet now it's somehow merged into more.
Who can run for the longest, who can answer the question first in class, who can smoke the most, who can finish the assignment first, who gains the most praise from their professors, who gets the first mug of coffee.
Sometimes the rivalry can be considered banter, but their friends know that it is so much more. The fact is, Theodore Nott has been in love with you for as long as he can remember, he competes for the top marks to be worthy of you, yet you just thought he was constantly trying to best you.
Yes, he loves the competition and loves when you put him in his place arguably more than winning, yet for someone so smart you never seem to notice. The longing glances, the smirk he gives you when you celebrate your win, the prideful look in his eyes when people talk about you being the best, how he constantly whispers remarks in your ears to watch you get flustered or the subtle eyerolls when you go over the top.
Theo is infatuated with you, yet you never see him like that. You see him as a rival, sometimes friend, sometimes foe. Other people wouldn't even assume you'd be friends if it wasn't for you tight knit and very protective friendship group, that it more family than friends.
So, whilst Theo is desperately in love with you and is constantly competing for your affection you view it as a playful game. You never have any ill feeling towards Theo, you just view it as a bit of fun and Theo doesn't know what's worse. Draco and Mattheo constantly make fun of him for it whilst Pansy and Enzo tell him its sweet.
Although there were times when Theo genuinely annoyed you, you could never hate him, he's your close friend after all, even if at times you pretend that you do.
And Theo, well he doesn't know what's worse.
It's morning, you've never been a morning person which makes Theo's bright smile being the first thing you see even more irritating. So, far this morning you haven't been able to escape him, not when you snuck some early morning coffee or when you went for a run, he seemed to be there trying to best you.
Although you won't admit it, going for a run with Theo in the morning is arguably your highlight of the day, it's the one time where there is no bickering there is just an understanding between the two of you. Theo knows you hate mornings and he's not stupid enough to rial you up before breakfast.
Yet what you don't realise is that the only reason that he loves mornings is that he gets to see your face, the way you tiredly rub your eyes as you drinking your coffee and sneak in a cigarette or the way that you where those tight fitting shorts swigging on some disgusting smoothie that is supposedly good for 'gut health' or something like that.
Even when your curled up in the common room reading through your notes at a ridiculously early time just to make sure you stay on topâ okay maybe he doesn't like that bit as much as he hates the way that you push yourself.Â
Point is he loves the way that your so unguarded, too tired to care what the world thinks of you until later on. The change between first thing in the morning and how you act during breakfast is marvelling. As soon as you sit down in the great hall the facade is up for the day.
Well, not completely as he watched you comfort Draco this morning during breakfast over an argument he had with Potter about Quidditch or the way you immediately hand over the sweetener for Mattheo because you know he can't cope without his coffee being ridiculously sweet, or the way you share softer moments with Enzo knowing that he struggles sometimes with what entails with being a Slytherin, or hyping Pansy up or even putting up with Blaise's fake macho facade as you know he feels like an extension of the group but most importantly knowing when he's having a bad day and not pushing him too hard.
It's all the things the rest of Hogwarts doesn't see. This softer side to you, the caring one, it's one the world doesn't deserve to see. Everyone views Slytherin as the enemy and your group as the extension of the devil, but you, perfect you are always there to help even though your deemed one of the worst of the bunch.
Theo notices, Theo notices everything and sometimes it's a curse because it just makes him want you even more, yet you never seem to notice. He doesn't understand how someone so observant could miss what's in front of them.
It's when the dark thoughts begin to cloud his judgement, your intelligent, your observant and you notice everything so maybe you just don't care to notice and that hurts all the more.
Your day was going perfectly so far, you beat Theo in potions which is something practically unheard of as itâs his best subject and now your sat in defence of the dark arts with your friends, itâs the one class that you all share together. Although you don't notice Theo's subtle sulking as the two of you nearly always sit next to each other as you constantly try to one up the other, but today Draco has stolen his seat.
So, instead Theo is stuck sitting opposite next to Mattheo of all people, he loves his best friend, but he's not exactly known for caring about his grades. Thus, being one of his favourite classes, due to it being your favourite and how excited you get, is seemingly never ending as he's sat so far from you, missing the attention that is effortlessly being handed to Malfoy.
He can barely hear the professor droning on and on as he stares at you, beautiful you, consuming his whole attention as the mere few feet between you feels too much. You, on the other hand are paying full attention, making sure that you don't miss a thing, and you never miss a trick in your best subject.
Professor Umbridge, the devil herself is one of the worst teachers in your school. You don't hate many people, well okay, you don't hate many professors, but she is one of them. She somehow tries constantly to ruin your favourite subject with her boring drool, making one of your favourite classes less desirable.
Her eyes are sharp and cruel, yet you don't care, not when you spot a mistake and see the opportunity to one up the evil bitch, I mean witch. so, when you notice the factual mistake, you don't think twice about raising your hand and letting her know.
"Excuse me, Professor" Your voice feigning innocence, but Theo notices the smirk gracing your lips.
He knows your hatred for this woman, but he also knows that there isn't something quite right about her either. Theo would never call you stupid, but he begs to you to put your hand down before you get yourself in trouble.
"I do believe that you've made a mistake" as the words fall from your lips Theo's face falls even Mattheo gives you a look, you don't question Umbridge ever.
As the woman's cruel eyes lock onto you, judging your every movement Theo wishes he could grab you and take you away, even Draco nudges your side and shushes you in an attempt to save you from the wrath of this woman.Â
"Thank you dear, but you are wrong. Don't interrupt me again" Professor Umbridge begins, in an attempt to embarrass you and that is not a good sign as the anger and defiance flairs in your eyes.
"I'm not wrong, I wouldn't suggest it if I thoughtâ" your arguments fall on death ears, or more so a death eatersâ ears, Theo winces.
"See, this is my class, and I know you may think that your special but youâre not. I'm the professor my word is law" Professor Umbridge practically spits the words at you.
Theo's reaches for his wand only for Mattheo to grab his wrist earning him a glare, no one speaks about you in that way, not Umbridge, no one. He watches as you clench your knuckles under the desk as Draco attempts to quieten you fails miserably.
"Well, that's just factually incorrect like your work" you tilt your chin showing defiance, the mean curl of your lip as you glare at the woman in pure hatred.
"I'm not wrong, I am never wrong. You do not get to try and argue with your betters. Your actions and attitude are simply unacceptable" Umbridge leers peering down at you with a look of mania in her eyes.
"Detention. I will see you in my office tonight and perhaps then you'll understand to respect those who hold authority" she snarls, her lip upturned in nothing but disgust before promptly turning on her heel and continuing her lecture.
Before you can utter another word Draco finally hushes you, whispering something in your ear as Theo watches helplessly, by some miracle you finally stay quiet and no longer argue with the psycho woman in front of you, but the damage is already done. His stomach drops whilst you seemingly just groan unbothered by what has just happened.Â
You can feel Theo's eyes burning into the side of your head, but you can't look at him right now. Assuming he's going to rub the detention in your face and your scathing anger is not helping, no matter what you friend tries to say.
Evening comes around to quickly for your liking and although Theo has been clinging to you ever since your detention for once he hasn't rubbed it in your face. Dinner in the great hall comes and goes and your friends have to practically pull the Italian off you so you can make your way to Umbridgeâs office.
You keep your head held high nonetheless, knowing that this woman is going to inflict something cruel on you, it's just her style. You've seen others leave this office bawling and that will never be you, so you stay calm and collected as you knock on the devil herselfs door.
"Good evening, dear. Please take a seat" she speaks with faux niceness, but the excitement in her tone couldn't be hidden.
You sit down, looking entirely unbothered surrounding the decision. Even if her odd persona and somehow weirder decorate room throws you off you try to keep your act in place.
"Youâre going to be writing some lines" Umbridge states, you barely conceal your groan as you reach into your bag to grab your quill, but the professor is quick to grab your arm 'tsking' as she does so.
"Oh, no, you won't be using your own quill. You'll be using my special one" her excitement now is noticeably present as she goes to fetch the quill from her desk.
As soon as she places the piece in front of me, I know that this isn't any ordinary quill, the scent of dark magic is potent. I try not to let my eyes widen as I stare at the quill then back up at the dead look in the woman's eyes.
"I want you to right 'I must respect authority of those better than me'" Umbridge says, and I barely conceal my scoff as I roll my eyes trying to state as polite as possible, yet it seems to only egg the woman on more.
"How many times" I ask wanting to get this over and done with especially as Mattheo and I are supposed to be sparing after this and if I want to fit that in before my late-night smoke with Theo this needs to hurry up.
"As long as it takes for the message to sink into the little brain of yours" her words only seem to anger me more as I try my best to hide it.
"May I have some ink, professor?" I ask only for the woman to let out a short laugh.
"You won't be needing it dear" she simply responds before turning her back to me and sitting on the desk as if she wants to watch this happen closely.
My jaw clenches as I pick up the quill slowly realising what's about to happen. As I begin writing on the fresh piece of parchment the burning pain appears in my palm, just like I suspected, dark magic.Â
I don't give her the satisfaction of looking at my hand as I already know the words that are appearing on my palm, I must respect authority of those better than me, will no doubt be branded in my skin. A look of annoyance crosses the professors face as she doesn't garner the reaction that she quite clearly wanted.
She should know who my parents are, who their affiliations are with, if she thinks she can scare me with this simple brand of torture then she won't succeed. I can push through this pain, just like I'm trained to do.
The silence that takes over the room is deafening and Umbridge looks furious at the lack of reaction begins to walk over to me. wanting to see at least a hint of pain in my face as I desperately try to school my reaction refusing to give her the satisfaction.
"Is there a problem, dear" Umbridge asks her tone now filled with her anger, teeth gritting together as she forces the words out.
"No, problem professor" I respond but I keep my head down this time, not wanting her to see the look on my face.
"That's right there isn't a problem because you know deep down that you deserve to be punished, isn't that, right?" She asks, needing the upper hand, needing to see the look of defeat.
I know now that if I want to make it out of this office I'm going to have to give in to some extent. So, I swallow my pride giving her a small nod as I continue to write, swallowing my urge to scream, from pain and anger.
2 and a half pages later, written in your own blood, before she finally releases you. The witch having given you extra lines due to the lack of reaction she got, and she only released you then due to you almost passing out. She asked if you learnt your lesson and although you nodded, she knows she has yet to break you and she will enjoy doing so.
You close the door, barely making it a few steps before having to stop. Sweat beads drop down your pale face as blood drips from your throbbing hand. You briefly look down looking at the words carved in your skin by your own hand, anger and pain flooding your body.
You blink hard refusing to cry, Slytherin's donât cry. Especially not in a dark hallway, you've not only missed sparing with Mattheo but also your late-night smoke with Theo and you just want to crawl into bed your body feeling drained.
You slide the sleeve of your jumper down, trying to hide your hand and the evidence of what had occurred before continuing to walk. You need to get to your dorm quickly before you pass out.
I'm barely paying attention as I turn the corner that would leave to the Slytherin common room. In fact, I donât even notice the frantic Italian searching the hallway, looking for you, knowing that you never break routine and that something bad must've happened.Â
The two of you collide on the fault of you entirely, you land on the floor and Theo immediately begins to scold whoever dared interrupt his searching only to find your pale face looking back at him. He goes to open his mouth for some sort of response but fails as the sight of you makes him feel sick.
I look up at Theo feeling the internal dread because of all people I had to bump into tonight it just had to be him. I watch as he freezes and you want nothing more than to curl up in his arms, to be comforted by the man you want the most but what falls from your lips is something else entirely.
"Watch where you're going Theodore. I don't need to be dealing with your clumsy ass tonight" I spit out, anger still flooding through my veins, but the words come out exhausted.
My attempt of a smirk fails entirely as my lack of energy is present. I don't have the power to go back and forth with him tonight, but Iâll be damned if I don't go down without a fight.
Theo looks hurt, as he bends down quickly wanting to help but he ends up just sitting on the floor in front of me, helpless not knowing what to do and that's somehow worse. It's like he's willing to take my anger as long as he knows Iâm alright.
"What's crawled up your ass? Missed me too much because I didn't come to the astronomy tower" I snarl as I attempt to stand but sway immediately causing his arms to wrap around me tightly.
Theo doesn't react. Just holds me close and I feel myself begin to break down a single tear sliding down my face before I quickly brush it away causing blood to smear down my face. I push out of his grip and although it pains him Theo lets me go until he stares at the blood on my face.
His eyes drift downwards to the blood also dripping on the floor and his stomach drops. He immediately goes to move closer as he watches with a pained expression as I move backwards, defence immediately up.
"You're bleeding" Theo states, trying to keep his voice even and calm but the pain is clear as he speaks.
I freeze momentarily before schooling my expression. I pull my sleeve back down not noticing the drying blood on my face as I attempt to walk past him, but Theo has no plans on letting me go.
He may respect my space but there is no way he's allowing you to walk away not when you look like I'm about to pass out and I'm clearly injured.
"Nott, just stop itâ" I try to fight but Iâm tired and it just falls on deaf ears anyway.
He turns my hand over watching in anger as the blood drips down from my hand the words that are branded into my skin now on full display for him to see. Theo feels sick, he wishes he had done more to stop the detention when he had a chance and now, Iâm suffering the consequences.
His chest tightens as he watches as I try to conceal the pain, try to put up the same facade that they are all forced to wear but it won't fly, not with him.
Silence falls between us, my tired eyes looking at his pain filled ones, and I donât have the energy to try and decipher any of this right now. My head feels light, and I slowly begin swaying on my feet, Theo notices, of course he does.
His arms come around me right away and this time I don't try and push him away.
"What the fuck did she do to you?" He's angry but his voice isn't loud.
No, Theo's fury is quiet and dangerous, the type of guy who you underestimate. You assume he's quiet and calm, but his fury holds no bounds, not when it comes to you, and no one sees him until itâs too late.
I attempt to pull away once more to at least say I tried but his grip remains firm, he doesn't play, not when it comes to you.
"It was just detention. A punishment, we've all had them, hell your best friend has been in them the most" I try to feign in difference, but words are beginning to slur.
I know I need to leave and now, my energy is depleting rapidly, and I donât have the emotional capacity for this right now, but Theo is an unmoving bolder. He's stubborn and strong willed and he's not one to easily deter.
"I deserved it, it's fine. Don't make it any worse than it already is, I just need to sleep it off" I attempt to plead with him, but it doesn't work.
"Please, Teddy" My voice is quiet and desperate, I hate begging but Iâm at my wits end.Â
Theo lets out a shaky breath as he holds me closer tears gathering in my eyes that I desperately try and push away. You never have to beg not with him but if you think he's leaving you alone your sorely mistaken.
"No, I can't I'm sorry, amore mio" Theo's voice is sincere as he holds me tightly placing a kiss to my head.
"There's no way you're fine, your act might fool most people but not me, never me. Let's get you cleaned up" Theo's speaks softly but there's no room for negotiation.
I don't get the chance to respond or blink before my feet are being swept from underneath me and I'm getting carried to the Slytherin common room. The fight having completely left me.
Theo's dorm is silent as he finally puts me down, Mattheo is nowhere to be seen. He immediately leads me to the bathroom before closing the door behind him not wanting his best friend to come back early and see me so vulnerable.
"Sit" his voice holds a command as he watches me sway, he motions for the sink knowing it will be the easiest place for him to clean me up.
I stare at him, having expected none of this and I don't know what to do. A part of me wants to run and hide but the other wants me to allow the comfort, to let him help me.
"Please, bambina, let me help you" Theo's voice is soft again, softer than I've heard it in years.
"I can'tâ" Iâm about to admit defeat, as I try to push myself onto the sink by my body is weak, having lost a lot of blood.
Without missing a beat Theo lifts me onto the countertop before turning on the faucet and grabbing a clean cloth. His eyes barely leave my body, scared I'll disappear if he turns his back for too long. he runs the cloth under warm water before turning to me.
"Can I see your hand?" He asks quietly, scared to break the tension in the room.
I hesitate briefly, not wanting to show anyone any weakness, but eventually I lift my hand up. allowing Theo to see the extent of the damage. It's only Theo, I remind myself, trying my best not to allow my fight or flight to kick in.
Theo's jaw clenched as he pulls back my sleeve looking at the bloody cuts marring my skin. His fury is palpable, he will deal with Umbridge later right now he needs to focus on his girl.
He begins to wipe at my skin as the adrenaline finally begins to leave my body. The stinging sensation returns, and I barely hold back a wince as he begins cleaning, Theo notices of course he does.
"Sorry, principessa" Theo, however, doesn't seem to notice the nickname that falls from his lips effortlessly, but I do.
His grip is soft as he wipes the cloth over my skin as gently as possible. He treats me with the up most care and that somehow hurts more than my hand, I don't know how to feel I donât do emotion like this very well.
"You don't have to do this" I whisper, my voice holding my gratitude as I don't know what else to say.Â
I bite down on my lower lip not being able to look at him anymore, the pain in my chest begins as the faint feeling fades. Theo looks up a deep frown forming on his face, there's nothing that Theo hates about me, but the way that you look after others and never allow anyone to help you is something that is close.
"I don't do anything I don't want to do" Theo says sincerely, he places a hand on my chin forcing to look at me.
"Contrary to your own belief, you don't deserve this" Theo begins, addressing something that no one else in the group would dare too.
"That woman is fucking insane, and she will be dealt with later, but right now I need to know that you don't think that this is okay" Theo's voice holds his emotion, laying it bare for me to see.
I feel overwhelmed, yet somehow okay. I shrug not wanting to think about this right now, not with my body so weak.
"Why are you even helping me?" I ask trying to change the subject.
Theo's frustration is evident with the topic change, as he reaches into the cabinet for a bandage. His movements are precise and careful, I almost think he's avoiding the question before he finally speaks up.
"I'm supposed to say it's not a big deal, right?" Theo begins, looking at me with a look I can now finally place, one that I never could before because I've never seen itâŠÂ
"I'm sure it isn'tâ" I attempt to shrug off the emotion not sure if I can deal with the change in friendship as I flex my now fully bandaged hand.
"Well, it is a big deal to me. It's not about me needing to keep the competition in good shape itâs because the love of my life is hurting, and I did nothing to stop it" Theo speaks honestly.
The truth is now out in the open and Theo doesn't know what I'm going to say, he looks into my eyes searching for something and when he finds it relief seems to settle.
"Theo, I care about you too butâ" but Theodore doesn't want to hear any more excuse not now, not when anything could've happened tonight not when everything is so fresh.
Theo shuts me up with a searing kiss. His mouth is warm, and he smells like bonfires, expensive aftershave and spearmint. It sucks all the excuses out of me, rendering me dizzy. His body feels strong, hard and foreign yet so familiar. I mould into him my arms wrapping around him like an octopus.
He darted the tip of his tongue out, parting my lips. When I opened them eagerly, his satisfaction reverberated in my stomach. I knew I should put an end to this; to not mess up the group dynamics but Iâm selfish, Iâve wanted this for too long and when he cupped the back of my neck to deepen the kiss I was gone. His tongue fully in my mouth now, exploring the grounds like it was conquering every inch.
The bite of freshness from his spearmint gum filled me with the tinge of smoke lingering from his panicked smoke earlier when he failed to find me. He tasted delicious, applying just the right amount of pressure.
Just like that, the excuses from earlier paired with my stony exterior melted into the passion, fire and depraved promise for things he didnât know if he could handle. He's waited so long for this and now that heâs got it, it almost feels like too much and as if it would never be enough.Â
His cock aches as he tries to remember if anything heâd ever done has delt like this before. He knew the answer was no and it would never feel like this again unless I will let him in. Theo feels as if heâs in completely knew territory, uncharted waters that makes him want to dive in. Heâs kissed people and fucked around a fair few, but nothing could compare to this.
A whimper escapes between us, and I donât know if it came from me or him as I yank the collar of his shirt, my tongue chasing his. Iâm not thinking about the future just me and him right here right now.Â
My hands roam the sleeves of his shirt, clutching the expensive material and sinewy muscles beneath it. Theo has an athletic build without looking bulky, Lord, he was beautiful. Cold smooth and imperial as marble as if somebody breathed just enough soul into a Roman statue to make it move.
Theo only meant for it to be a small kiss, a promise for later when I was healed up, but neither of us are willing to pull away, to stop devouring each other. My once shaking hands begin to roam, reaching under his shirt to outline the ridge of his six-pack. Theo groans into the kiss, the thought of waiting completely leaving him as my hands venture downwards. Wait until Pansy hears about this, sheâs going to cry horny tears.Â
Theo pushes me against the mirror wrapping my hair around his hand as he tugs, the kiss begins to turn rough, more lustful but not less passionate. Theo tugs harder causing a moan to slip through my lips as he deepens our kiss. His erection digs into my thought, pulsating with heart and need.Â
A thrill shoots down my spine, but a wince falls from my lips as my arm gets knocked in the process. Theo stops immediately, worry swimming in his eyes as he pulls back, as if remembering why we were here in the first place. His hands soften in my hair, his forehead resting against mine placing a softer kiss to my lips.
âWe shouldââ Theo takes in a sharp breath; my hands tighten in his hair gripping him tightly in warning before my nails caress his scalp.
His grip tightens momentarily as he tries to collect himself, but the truth is Theo is ruined, he canât go back to being friends, academic rivals or whatever the fuck you wanted to call them. Heâs selfish and he wants this all to himself, no one else should get to experience this. However, he can wait, he needs to have controlâ
Yet he feels it slipping as if unravelling him comes naturally to me, heâd never put me in danger, but he can also never say no to me. Not now, not ever.
âI donât want to hurt you, bambinaâ Theoâs voice cracks as he tries to calm down.
âYou wonât, you canâtâ I whisper back, not wanting to think of the multiple meanings to that sentence.
I move my hands down clawing at his shirt, I was not about to stop now, this has been going on for too long. The tension in the room grows thick enough that you couldnât find a spell strong enough to cut through it. I know Theo cares and itâs one of the things I love about him but right now heâs going to fuck me here.
âWe can continue later, when your-your, healedâ Theo stumbles over his words as I lean forward moving his hands downwards getting a handful of my ass.
I guide him further down spreading my legs further, moving his index finger to slip under my sheer tights so he can feel the top of lace panties, a groan breaks free from his lips. His hands now touching being able to feel the heat of my skin, his grips my ass unable to stop himself as I swoop forward placing another kiss to his lips.
âOr we can continue this nowâŠâ I whisper seducing him in closer, my lips brushing his once again, âI mean who knows if this will happen again?â
Theo feels his need increasing, oh itâs happening again because heâs sure as shit not letting anyone else come near me, not now, not ever. This is it for Theo and he knows deep down I feel the same way.
âOh, itâs happening again. You think Iâm letting you go now, principessaâ Theoâs voice deepens, his Adamâs apple bopping as he swallows, possessiveness swirling in his eyes.
âYou sound so sureâ I tease, leaning back slightly to stop his lips from actually touching mine, âHow about you either fuck me against this counter or I find someone else who can.â
Theoâs anger presents himself as his hand shoves between my legs covering my heated centre with his palm, he squeezes hard. Possessiveness, jealousy and everything in between swirling through his green irisâs. He knows that Iâm testing him, knowing exactly which buttons to press to get what I want.
He shouldnât give in, key word is shouldnât, but Theo canât stop himself from biting.
âThatâs never fucking happeningâ Theo all but growls as he pulls me into a searing kiss earning a smug smile to grace my lips, âI really ought to fuck the sass out of you, you and your smart mouth.â
Theo only swears when heâs really angry, more than heated and somehow that turns me on even more. I arch my back into him as I plaster myself into his hand, searching for more contact.
âMmm. Sounds good to meâ I try to sound cocky, but it comes out more breathless than planned.
I never normally melt for a man as I value control too much, but Theo makes me lose it and I know I do the same to him as he strokes my slit through my panties, drawing an oval around it with his fingers without really touching it. His touch is unhurried, fleeting, and designed to drive me wild, my panties dampen.
Sweet torture, itâs amazing really, the effect he has over me, one that I tried to desperately hide but am completely failing to now.
âOnly I can make you feel this way, Tesoro, only me.â
Theo doesnât let me answer as he kisses me and has graduated to trying to drive me nuts by stroking my pussy. He soon pulls back wanting to stare down at me, to watch as he drives me insane. I should walk away, knowing that if I donât soon, I wonât ever be able to because heâs right.
As soon as those words leave my lips Theoâs resolve breaks and he no longer holds back, he pulls me in closer and tighter. Our tongues fighting for dominance, yet for once neither of us care about winning. I begin tugging at the bottom of his shirt and he soon gets the message quickly yanking it over his head, ripping the shirt in process as he refuses to stop to do buttons, before rushing back as if I was his oxygen, as if he couldnât breathe without me.
His hand move, this time over my chest unbuttoning my shirt, his hands rough yet delicate when they come to me a stark contrast to the state of his shirt on the floor. Weâre so lost in the moment, my shirt slowly slipping down off my shoulder revealing the matching lace.Â
Another groan falls from Theoâs lips, heâs sure he died and went to heaven because nothing has ever felt like this before. His lips move to my neck, biting down hard as he leaves open mouthed kisses that gradually go lower.
My head falls back against the mirror hand gripping his hair as he moves down my chest. Eyes shutting as I lose myself in the moment almost completely until a noise brings my awareness back, but it wasnât from Theo know heâs lost in his own world sucking in my scent as he literally sucks on my chest. I force my eyes open, a gasp in shock falls from my lips as my eyes meet another brown pairâ
Mattheo, who is stood in the doorway looking way to smug as he watches his best friend ravage his other best friend. Theo pulls away worried heâs done something wrong as he feels my body tense and not in a good way. His head swivels around following my line of sight and anger floods his chest immediately.
He quickly stands pulling my shirt closed, Theo doesnât share, and Mattheo isnât seeing anything of his girlâs chest. He yanks my shirt closed shouting profanities in Italian at Mattheo who looks way to smug right now.
âMattheo, get the fuck out you fottuto stronzo, prima che ti uccidaâ Theo slips into Italian as he screams at Mattheo.
âRelax, Theo. Sheâs all yours, I was just trying to come home after having to train on my ownâ Mattheo states as his eyes drift between us.
âSorry Matty, got caught up with somethingâ I say trying to break the tension as my hands run through Theoâs hair causing him to turn to me with a smile.
âGot caught up orâ âMattheo begins about to tease until he sees the glare now sporting on both of our faces.
Mattheo takes his leave but we both know itâs not going to be for long as he actually does need to shower and go to bed, the moment now broken, yet not ruined as Theoâs eyes finally turn to look at mine when he hears the bedroom door close. His hands loosening in my shirt yet not willing to let go not yet.
âY/n, Iââ I cut Theo of with a kiss not willing to let him finish his sentence, not wanting him to have to say it twice.
âI love you too, Theoâ I speak softly against his lips, earning a rare smile because itâs a real smile from Theo.
Thereâs no point in hiding it anymore, heâs got the love of his life in his arms admitting that she loves him too and thatâs enough for Theo. He doesnât need anything else, just this, always this.
And by the time Mattheo got back he found the happy couple sound asleep in rumpled sheets, fortunately completely clothed. A soft smile finds his lips as he watches Theo pull his girl closer in his sleep, glad that his friends finally found each other.
