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hihii, remus x reader morning smut? established relationship, something cozy. im imagining something with very minimal dialogue cause they're both just waking up, maybe hes got morning wood!
characters: remus lupin x reader (no use of y/n)
tw: piv, unprotected sex
word count: ~1.3k words
a/n: I'm so sorry I ignored you for months lol, life is crazy sometimes
Morning light came through the curtains in a flat wash, carrying the coolness of early hours before the day warmed up. Remus woke gradually behind youāfirst the adjustment of his chest against your back as he surfaced, then the weight of his hips settling in to the cradle of your ass, the shirt youād stolen from him the night before bunched high on your waist, his shorts twisted low on his.
You were stirring too, your body shifting to seek his body heat. His arm stayed tucked beneath your head, pillowing you, while his other hand traced idle circles on the curve of your hip.
He was hard against you. You could feel the rigid heat through the thin fabric of his shorts, morning wood. He kept his thumb moving, slow, petting you like he had all day.
āMmn,ā he said, rough, sleep-thick. āTime?ā
āEarly,ā you mumbled, cheek against the pillow. You arched slightly, a stretch that pushed your rear against the solid outline of him, and he exhaled sharp against your neck, hand tightening on your hip.
His hand slid up, rough palm dragging over your stomach, pulling you back to be spooned by his body. Then it drifted lower, fingers slipping beneath the elastic of your underwear, just resting, warm against the soft hair, feeling the heat of you waking up.
āOkay?ā he asked, quiet against your hair.
You pushed your hips into his hand, nodding, your own hand coming up to cover his where it rested on your stomach, threading fingers together. āSlow,ā you mumbled.
āYeah,ā he breathed, mouth open against your shoulder blade. āIāve got you.ā
He kept you on your sides. The angle was easier and less demanding. He pulled your underwear down, the elastic catching on your ankle before you kicked one leg free, leaving the other tangled with the sheets. He pushed his own shorts lower, the waistband snapping against his thighs, before kicking them off. He was now bare against you, hot and solid, the length of him resting against the cleft of your ass, not entering yet.
His hand moved between your legs from the front, fingers finding your clit with the same idle patience he always had, rubbing gentle figure eightes, coaxing a soft sound out of you. You were starting to get slick, body ready before your mind had fully arrived, and he worked you open slowly, two fingers sinking in with no resistance, feeling the subtle pulse and clench of you waking up around him.
āHey,ā he whispered, turning your chin with his other hand so he could see your face. His eyes were open now, pupils blown wide in the dim light.
āHi,ā you whispered back, smiling, lazy. You reached back, hand finding his hip, pulling him closer. āCome here.ā
He withdrew his fingers from your cunt, slick covered fingers finding home in gripping your thigh. He then lined himself up, the blunt head pressing against your entrance, and pushed in slowly. The slow steady pressure burned so perfectly you could swear you almost stopped breathing, your hand flying back to grip his wrist, nails digging in. He didnāt stop until he was seated deep, his pelvis flush against your ass, his pubic bone pressing into the swell of you. His forehead dropped to your shoulder, exhaling sharply against your skin.
He was big like this, the angle making him feel bigger, filling you up until you felt the throb of him in your lower belly. He stayed there for a moment, buried to the root, his hand splayed wide across your thigh, holding you against him, feeling you flutter around him, adjust to the intrusion.
āYouāre alright?ā he gasped, though he was checking himself as much as you, the control it took to hold still evident in the tremor of his arm.
āMove,ā you breathed. āPlease, moonyā
He did. He pulled back just an inch, the slide wet and tight, then rocked forward again, grinding deep. A slow tide back and forth, his hips rolling against your ass while he stayed sheathed inside. His hand stayed moved back between your legs, fingers spreading your lips, pressing against your clit so that every small rock pushed you into his palm, the weight of his hips driving the rhythm.
āGood?ā he asked, voice ragged against your ear, though he could feel it, the way you were clenching around him in waves, the way your breath had gone shallow against the pillow.
āMh hm,ā you hummed, āright there.ā
He kept the rhythm steady, basking in the feeling of his hips being against yours, the slide of his cock inside you, thick and solid, dragging against your fluttering wall with every thrust. His hand worked you from the front, two fingers now sliding up and down your slit, spreading wetness, circling your clit with a maddeningly gentle pressure that drove you crazy.
You turned your head, seeking his mouth, and he met you in a messy and open kiss, tongue sliding against yours as he rocked harder, the sound of skin on skin wet now, obscene in the otherwise quiet room. He adjusted his angle, tilting his hips, and you gasped into his mouth because he was hitting your g spot now, pressing firm and steady against it with every slow grind.
āGood?ā he whispered, breaking the kiss to watch your face, his eyes blown out, focused entirely on you.
You nodded, whining softly, hand gripping his arm to ground yourself. He was sweating now, you could feel it against your back, his hair damp at the temples where it brushed against the back of your neck.
He sped up marginally, his hips working in short, rolling thrusts that stayed deep, never pulling out far, just grinding and pressing and dragging. The hand between your legs moved faster too, fingers rubbing tight circles on your clit, the pressure perfect and insistent.
You were close, the pleasure building slow and heavy in your pelvis. You clenched around him, involuntary, and he groaned, the sound vibrating into your back, his thrusts faltering as he fought to keep the rhythm.
āCome on,ā he breathed against your neck, teeth grazing the tendon there. āIāve got you.ā
It rolled through you like a wave, your body locking up, back arching against his chest, mouth open as you pulsed around him. He kept his hand moving, drawing it out, stroking you through it, his cock still rocking, dragging against your fluttering walls, extending the pleasure as you rode the high, pushing back against his hand.
He followed you over, the grip of your orgasm too much. He buried himself deep one last time, grinding hard against your ass, and went still, his whole body tensing, his hand leaving your clit to grip your hip instead, holding you flush against him as he spilled inside you.
For a long time, neither of you moved. He stayed inside you, softening but not pulling out, keeping you connected, his arms wrapped around you, his face buried in your hair. The sunlight felt like it got brighter, turning from pale to proper yellow. A bird chirped outside.
He shifted finally, pulling out, the slide wet and obscene. He didnāt let you go. He reached down, found the bunched fabric of his abandoned t-shirt on the bed, and used it to wipe you both down with the same gentle, unhurried care, tossing it aside afterward. Then he pulled you back into him, fitting himself around you again, his leg hooking over yours, his hand returning to your stomach, splayed wide.
āWe should get up,ā he murmured, voice still thick, but he didnāt move. He pulled the blanket up over your shoulders instead, tucking it around you both, his mouth finding the back of your neck, pressing a kiss there.
āFive more minutes,ā you mumbled.
He hummed, the sound vibrating into your spine. āFive more minutes,ā he agreed.
tysm for reading! been a while since i posted here, any support is greatly appreciated xx
hihii, remus x reader morning smut? established relationship, something cozy. im imagining something with very minimal dialogue cause they're both just waking up, maybe hes got morning wood!
characters: remus lupin x reader (no use of y/n)
tw: piv, unprotected sex
word count: ~1.3k words
a/n: I'm so sorry I ignored you for months lol, life is crazy sometimes
Morning light came through the curtains in a flat wash, carrying the coolness of early hours before the day warmed up. Remus woke gradually behind youāfirst the adjustment of his chest against your back as he surfaced, then the weight of his hips settling in to the cradle of your ass, the shirt youād stolen from him the night before bunched high on your waist, his shorts twisted low on his.
You were stirring too, your body shifting to seek his body heat. His arm stayed tucked beneath your head, pillowing you, while his other hand traced idle circles on the curve of your hip.
He was hard against you. You could feel the rigid heat through the thin fabric of his shorts, morning wood. He kept his thumb moving, slow, petting you like he had all day.
āMmn,ā he said, rough, sleep-thick. āTime?ā
āEarly,ā you mumbled, cheek against the pillow. You arched slightly, a stretch that pushed your rear against the solid outline of him, and he exhaled sharp against your neck, hand tightening on your hip.
His hand slid up, rough palm dragging over your stomach, pulling you back to be spooned by his body. Then it drifted lower, fingers slipping beneath the elastic of your underwear, just resting, warm against the soft hair, feeling the heat of you waking up.
āOkay?ā he asked, quiet against your hair.
You pushed your hips into his hand, nodding, your own hand coming up to cover his where it rested on your stomach, threading fingers together. āSlow,ā you mumbled.
āYeah,ā he breathed, mouth open against your shoulder blade. āIāve got you.ā
He kept you on your sides. The angle was easier and less demanding. He pulled your underwear down, the elastic catching on your ankle before you kicked one leg free, leaving the other tangled with the sheets. He pushed his own shorts lower, the waistband snapping against his thighs, before kicking them off. He was now bare against you, hot and solid, the length of him resting against the cleft of your ass, not entering yet.
His hand moved between your legs from the front, fingers finding your clit with the same idle patience he always had, rubbing gentle figure eightes, coaxing a soft sound out of you. You were starting to get slick, body ready before your mind had fully arrived, and he worked you open slowly, two fingers sinking in with no resistance, feeling the subtle pulse and clench of you waking up around him.
āHey,ā he whispered, turning your chin with his other hand so he could see your face. His eyes were open now, pupils blown wide in the dim light.
āHi,ā you whispered back, smiling, lazy. You reached back, hand finding his hip, pulling him closer. āCome here.ā
He withdrew his fingers from your cunt, slick covered fingers finding home in gripping your thigh. He then lined himself up, the blunt head pressing against your entrance, and pushed in slowly. The slow steady pressure burned so perfectly you could swear you almost stopped breathing, your hand flying back to grip his wrist, nails digging in. He didnāt stop until he was seated deep, his pelvis flush against your ass, his pubic bone pressing into the swell of you. His forehead dropped to your shoulder, exhaling sharply against your skin.
He was big like this, the angle making him feel bigger, filling you up until you felt the throb of him in your lower belly. He stayed there for a moment, buried to the root, his hand splayed wide across your thigh, holding you against him, feeling you flutter around him, adjust to the intrusion.
āYouāre alright?ā he gasped, though he was checking himself as much as you, the control it took to hold still evident in the tremor of his arm.
āMove,ā you breathed. āPlease, moonyā
He did. He pulled back just an inch, the slide wet and tight, then rocked forward again, grinding deep. A slow tide back and forth, his hips rolling against your ass while he stayed sheathed inside. His hand stayed moved back between your legs, fingers spreading your lips, pressing against your clit so that every small rock pushed you into his palm, the weight of his hips driving the rhythm.
āGood?ā he asked, voice ragged against your ear, though he could feel it, the way you were clenching around him in waves, the way your breath had gone shallow against the pillow.
āMh hm,ā you hummed, āright there.ā
He kept the rhythm steady, basking in the feeling of his hips being against yours, the slide of his cock inside you, thick and solid, dragging against your fluttering wall with every thrust. His hand worked you from the front, two fingers now sliding up and down your slit, spreading wetness, circling your clit with a maddeningly gentle pressure that drove you crazy.
You turned your head, seeking his mouth, and he met you in a messy and open kiss, tongue sliding against yours as he rocked harder, the sound of skin on skin wet now, obscene in the otherwise quiet room. He adjusted his angle, tilting his hips, and you gasped into his mouth because he was hitting your g spot now, pressing firm and steady against it with every slow grind.
āGood?ā he whispered, breaking the kiss to watch your face, his eyes blown out, focused entirely on you.
You nodded, whining softly, hand gripping his arm to ground yourself. He was sweating now, you could feel it against your back, his hair damp at the temples where it brushed against the back of your neck.
He sped up marginally, his hips working in short, rolling thrusts that stayed deep, never pulling out far, just grinding and pressing and dragging. The hand between your legs moved faster too, fingers rubbing tight circles on your clit, the pressure perfect and insistent.
You were close, the pleasure building slow and heavy in your pelvis. You clenched around him, involuntary, and he groaned, the sound vibrating into your back, his thrusts faltering as he fought to keep the rhythm.
āCome on,ā he breathed against your neck, teeth grazing the tendon there. āIāve got you.ā
It rolled through you like a wave, your body locking up, back arching against his chest, mouth open as you pulsed around him. He kept his hand moving, drawing it out, stroking you through it, his cock still rocking, dragging against your fluttering walls, extending the pleasure as you rode the high, pushing back against his hand.
He followed you over, the grip of your orgasm too much. He buried himself deep one last time, grinding hard against your ass, and went still, his whole body tensing, his hand leaving your clit to grip your hip instead, holding you flush against him as he spilled inside you.
For a long time, neither of you moved. He stayed inside you, softening but not pulling out, keeping you connected, his arms wrapped around you, his face buried in your hair. The sunlight felt like it got brighter, turning from pale to proper yellow. A bird chirped outside.
He shifted finally, pulling out, the slide wet and obscene. He didnāt let you go. He reached down, found the bunched fabric of his abandoned t-shirt on the bed, and used it to wipe you both down with the same gentle, unhurried care, tossing it aside afterward. Then he pulled you back into him, fitting himself around you again, his leg hooking over yours, his hand returning to your stomach, splayed wide.
āWe should get up,ā he murmured, voice still thick, but he didnāt move. He pulled the blanket up over your shoulders instead, tucking it around you both, his mouth finding the back of your neck, pressing a kiss there.
āFive more minutes,ā you mumbled.
He hummed, the sound vibrating into your spine. āFive more minutes,ā he agreed.
tysm for reading! been a while since i posted here, any support is greatly appreciated xx
vanilla ice cream, italy's coastline & pantyfucking with theo nott 18+
It was just far too hot.
It felt as though your skin had melted into the weave of your beach towel, a luminous, balmy glow glossed over the gentle rise of your curves.
Your sunglasses slipped low as your languid tongueāteasing, coquettishātraced delicate kitten-licks along a soft serve. Theo's sugar-loving baby seemed almost confectionary herself: a slow, melting swirl, marked by faint, pretty tan lines.
Theo had to grind his feet deeper into the scorching sandāyes, he had to cool off, had to wade into the water. Had to submerge himself in the blue depths of La Pelosa and perhaps never resurface.
Anything to quell the rising imprint of his dick straining against his swim shorts.
But alas, it moved with a will entirely its own. No matter how insistently he palmed himself beneath the water, trying to squeeze his cock to soften and behave and steady the relentless throb, he could not get it to stop.
Not while his gaze remained fixed on youāsprawled languidly across the sand, as though you were some sucrose glazed confection for him to sinfully savour. No, he could not stop the blood from rushing and making his tip hot.
Gods, he felt like a fucking teenager when he was with you. Getting hard over fucking ice cream. Even more so now that it had begun to melt, leaving a sticky sweetness on your supple breasts.
Fuck the lake. He could cool off with the fresh vanilla on you.
Your body lifted slightly as Theo approached, swallowing the last of the cone. You took him in liberallyāyouād always said a body like his belonged to sunlit coasts and rivieras, not tucked away beneath Englandās grey skies.
He had those biceps that you liked to sink your teeth into just to feel the firmness in his muscles.
Then, your eyes fell to the length bumping along the movement of his stride.
āYes, Theo?ā
He sank to his knees, breathy kisses fading onto the hot skin on your thighs.
āMy baby, my girl, my sweet angel.ā
Theo always had such wounded fuck-me eyesāyour cunt never could resist from weeping at the sight.
You ran a hand through his fluffy curls.
āDo you have a condom?ā
A small boyish shake of his head.
āNo,ā he whined.
āMhm?ā
"Swear I won't put it in, baby."
Theo didnāt even care to look around. He quickly bent his cock free from the waistband of his shorts, pressing the fat pink head against your bikini, leaving its own tacky white mess there.
His thrusted slowly, his tanned torso rolling against you as he set a languid rhythm. Each nudge of his cock sent a jolt through you, the pressure insistent enough that the sand beneath shifted with every motion.
āFuckāfuckāfuckā¦ā he cursed under his breath with every pump, his cock pale and compressed where he held it in his tight fist.
After a few more slow drags, the damp imprint of your cunt had already begun to mark the thin fabric, his pre-cum soaking through until it clung to you. The material shifted with every movement, sticking, pulling, and sliding in a way that made everything feel more sensitive.
His cock felt bigger somehowāsomething about the heat had made it more swollen.
Then, with little patience left, he nudged the fabric aside. It peeled away with a shlick sound where it had adhered to you.
The tender length kissed your clit and you swore the sun blinked. The tight stretch of your bikini pulled his gummy head so taut against you, so squeezed and squished onto your folds, his cock mind-numbingly raw against you for the first time.
His veins and outer skin rubbing itself, the friction making its wavesābruising your delicate folds so mercilessly.
You looked down, to the outline of him spearing through you so clearly on the nylon like it was shrink wrapped.
āYesāyesā¦ you feel so fāking good just like this.ā
āFaster, Theoā¦ p-please.ā
A low groan dragged from his throat as he shifted, lifting and pressing your legs together toward your stomach. The new angle wringing his cock even tighter in between your puffy labia. He rutted against you again, more urgently now, the pressure building.
It felt like he was driving it through a fleshy fruit, your clit like juicy pulp.
He wanted you to pop.
āCan I come on you, my messy girl?ā
You glanced down at the vanilla trails across your chest, your breath catching as everything felt too hot, too much.
āMmāmhmā!ā
His grip on your legs loosened just enough for you to move, your hips bucking as you chased your own orgasm. The friction between you had grown milky and overwhelming, every movement producing a lewd noise inside your bottoms, churning you like cream.
You writhed beneath him, a broken whine slipping from your lips as it finally crested. Your fingers curled into the sand, his rough, relentless rhythm pushing you past the edge until your body trembled from it.
Theoās breathing turned ragged as he finally let go, spilling little thick pearls of come onto your breasts.
He dragged a finger through the frothy mess heād made, bringing it to your lips. You sucked on them, tasting the salt and sugar as he exhaled shakily.
Then he leaned in, kissing slowly, savouring the buttery taste on your lips as you came down from your high.
You pouted as he licked your breasts clean.
"You've seriously ruined ice cream for me forever."
character: James potter x sibling!user (young, maurauders era)
relationship: brother; !potter user
tl;dr: he spotted a hickey on your neck during game night. he doesnt know how to feel about it
link: click me!
Intro:
The Gryffindor common room is alive with laughter and playful shouts, the usual chaos of game night in full swing. Cards and gobstones litter the floor, while a lively game of wizardās chess unfolds near the fireplace. The warm glow of candlelight flickers against the stone walls, casting long, dancing shadows over the excited crowd.
James had been in the middle of a particularly heated round of Exploding Snap when he saw itājust a quick glimpse as {{user}} adjusted their collar. A dark bruise, unmistakable in its shape and meaning. His grin faltered.
Now, away from the others, tucked into the quieter corner of the common room near the tall windows, James stands with his arms crossed, one hand running absentmindedly through his already-messy hair. The playful teasing heās known for is absent, replaced by something closer to concernāthough a bit of brotherly exasperation lingers in his eyes.
He exhales sharply, tilting his head. āYou do realize Iām supposed to be blissfully ignorant about things like this, yeah?ā His voice is even, but there's an unspoken question bubbling beneath it, a silent nudge for an explanation.
You and Theo Nott have always been the kind of best friends who blur boundaries ā late-night talks, too-long touches, and the comfort of always ending up in each other's space. When a casual curiosity about "weird searches" spirals into watching porn together, the teasing turns into something you both can't ignore anymore.
Warnings: MDNI! smut, unprotected p in v, watching porn, explicit language, best friends to lovers trope, mutual pining, teasing
Word count: ~2,5k
You didn't think the night was going to get weird. Not in the beginning, anyway.
It was supposed to be just another Friday in Theo's place, sprawled on his bed while he sorted through a deck of Exploding Snap cards and you picked at the seam of his pillowcase. You always ended up here. His mattress was softer than yours, his bedroom always smelled faintly of cedarwood and parchment, and he had that knack for never kicking you out, no matter how late or absurd it got.
"Your shuffling is absolute shit," you said, watching him fumble the deck with amusement.
Theo flicked you a look, lips twitching. "Your commentary is absolute shit. But that doesn't stop you from opening that pretty mouth of yours."
You kicked him lightly in the thigh, socked foot bouncing off his lean muscle. "Ow," he deadpanned, and flicked one card at you like a weapon. It smacked your forehead before fluttering uselessly to the sheets.
You laughed, grabbing it. "Terrifying."
"You should be," he said with a nod, but he was already smirking. That was who Theo was ā he always looked a little too unbothered, a little too pretty sitting there with his collar loose, hair falling in his eyes, like the world could collapse and he'd still be dryly amused.
The problem with having Theo Nott as your best friend was exactly this: he was utterly dangerous without trying.
Which is maybe why, when you both got bored of the cards and you scrolled absently on the tablet you gifted him on his birthday, you didn't think before pulling up the browser and saying, "So what's the weirdest shit you've watched on here?"
Theo arched a brow from where he was sprawled against the headboard. "Define weird."
"Don't act like you don't know what I mean," you shot back, grinning up at him. "Come on. Everyone's searched something at least once that they'd never admit."
He hummed thoughtfully, eyes narrowing like he was amused at your boldness. "You mean porn."
You shrugged, pretending not to care though your cheeks went warmer. "Yeah. Porn. Unless you're about to tell me you've neverā"
His scoff cut off your teasing. "Obviously I have."
"Well?" you pushed curiously with an arched eyebrow.
Theo tilted his head, studying you for a moment. His voice dropped just a fraction, that playful teasing he reserved only for you. "What do I get if I tell you?"
You froze for half a second. You hated when he did that ā turned a simple conversation into something that made your stomach twist warmly. "Bragging rights?"
Theo's mouth curved into a smirk. "Shit prize." But he took the tablet from your hands, long fingers brushing yours, and typed something into the search bar. He didn't show you right away, just smirked at the screen, then angled it toward you.
Your jaw dropped the second your eyes landed on the screen. "Oh my god."
Theo chuckled in amusement, low and warm. "Too much?"
You slapped his arm, laughing. "That'sā what even is that position? Is he trying to break her spine?"
"Flexibility training," he deadpanned with a nonchalant shrug.
You snorted so hard you nearly dropped the tablet off the bed. "You're sick."
"Please. You asked yourself." He looked far too smug, lounging like a cat while you tried to recover from the scene. Then, without asking, he tapped the next video down the list. Something tamer, but still porn.
You should have told him to shut it off. Instead, you found yourself watching curiously.
At first, it was funny. The over-exaggerated moans, the cheesy dirty talk. You mocked the way the guy kept saying "yeah baby" and "fuck" like he'd been programmed with only two phrases. Theo snorted every time the camera zoomed in unnecessarily close to the girl's face. It was the kind of thing best friends could laugh at without thinking twice.
Except... you were thinking twice.
Because you noticed how close you'd ended up sitting, your knees almost brushing his. How his shoulder shifted against yours when he leaned back at the headboard. How he absentmindedly spun the ring on his finger while watching, and how his expression wasn't as detached as you expected. Relaxed sure, but now with more intent.
When the girl on-screen gasped, Theo's tongue darted briefly over his lower lip, and your stomach flipped, dangerous and warm.
Nope. Absolutely not. This was Theo. Your Theo. You were just imagining it.
But then he glanced sideways and caught you watching him instead of the screen, he smirked.
"What?" you demanded, arching your brow in a defensive gesture.
"You're quiet," he pinpointed lightly with a slight hum. "Unusual."
"I'm just... processing."
He chuckled, tilting his head slightly, but didn't push. "Sure." His eyes flicked back to the tablet, then to you again. "And you're blushing."
"I am not."
"You are," he said with a smirk, far too pleased with himself. "Cute."
Your heart jumped. Cute? Theo called you a million names ā idiot, menace, brat ā but cute? That was reserved only for special occasions. And worse, he looked like he meant it.
The video kept playing. You tried to laugh at it again, but your voice came out thin. Theo leaned just a little closer, close enough that you caught the faint cologne at his collar. Close enough that when the man on screen groaned, you felt heat curl in your stomach in a way that had nothing to do with the actor.
It was all about Theo.
And suddenly you realized: best friends didn't actually sit this close watching porn together. Not without meaning something else.
Your pulse hammered. You glanced at him again, and this time, you swore his gaze dipped to your mouth before he caught himself and looked away.
Shit.
The room felt smaller by the second, the air warmer and thicker.
Theo hadn't moved much, but it was the awareness that had changed. His thigh brushed yours like it always did, only this time it wasn't casual. His arm rested behind you on the headboard, his fingers grazing your shoulder, and you felt every nerve in your body trip over itself because suddenly, it mattered.
The video kept playing, but neither of you was really watching it anymore.
"You can turn it off," Theo said finally, voice lower than usual. "If it's too much."
You forced a laugh, though your throat was dry. "It's not. Don't worry."
He looked at you, sharp eyes steady, like he was testing that. Then his mouth curved slowly, that teasing edge softening into something heavier. "Alright, then. Don't get shy on me now."
Shy? You wanted to smack him as usual when he teased you. But your body betrayed you ā pulse raced, legs shifted subconsciously, and you couldn't meet his gaze for long without feeling like you'd combust.
The silence stretched, broken only by the obscene wet sounds from the tablet. And then, like the universe couldn't handle the tension between you two anymore ā you both reached for it at once, fingers colliding.
You startled, jerking your hand back quickly, but Theo caught your wrist before you could move away. His grip was firm, warm, familiar but all new in a strange intimate way. "Jumpier than usual," he murmured.
Your breath hitched. "Well, it's because you're beingā"
"What?" He tilted his head, studying you, thumb dragging lazily against the inside of your wrist. "Honest?"
The word sank into you, heavy and dangerous. Because yeah, that was exactly what this all was. Too honest. Terrifying in its novelty, but exhilarating all at once. Unavoidable.
And then he kissed you.
It wasn't hesitant, wasn't careful. Theo kissed like he'd thought a lot about it before, like he already knew the shape of your mouth, like your lips were destined to end up against his. His hand slid to your jaw, tilting your face to his, while your fingers bunched in his shirt. He tasted faintly of menthol cigarettes and something darker, and when you gasped, he swallowed the sound like he owned it. His tongue slid against yours, slow and deliberate, making you shudder at the sheer heat of it.
The tablet slipped forgotten onto the sheets.
"Fuck," you breathed out against his mouth.
Theo smirked, breath warm on your skin as he pressed his forehead to yours. "That's the idea."
You laughed shakily, but it broke into a gasp when his hand skimmed down your side, slipping under your shirt to trace warm and bare skin. Your whole body shivered at the contact, heat sparking everywhere his fingers touched.
"Theoā"
"Tell me to stop," he said, voice strained now, though his mouth was still curved. "And you know I will."
But you didn't. Couldn't. Didn't want to. Instead, you dragged him closer, kissing him again, more desperate this time.
The shift was immediate. Theo groaned low in his chest, the sound vibrating through you as he pulled you into his lap, your thighs straddling him like it was the most natural thing in the world. Inevitable. Blissful. Amazing. His hands gripped your hips, grounding you as you rocked instinctively against him. The friction made your head spin, and his breath hitched against your throat.
"Still just friends?" he tried to tease, but his voice was a bit too breathless.
"Do friends get hard like this?" you shot back, grinding just enough to feel him under you. The twitch of his cock against you made you both hiss.
"Point taken," he muttered, before kissing you again, rougher, more intentional this time.
Clothes blurred after that. Tugging, pulling, laughter breaking through between kisses when your shirt got stuck over your head, his muttered "bloody hell" as your fingers fumbled with his belt. The kind of chaos only two people too comfortable with each other could create.
But when you finally got his trousers shoved down and felt him, hot and hard against you, everything stilled.
Theo's forehead pressed to yours, his breath warm and shaky against your skin. "We shouldā fuck, we should slow down."
"Do you want to?" you asked as you looked at him, voice barely more than a whisper.
His eyes locked on yours, heavy and dark. "No."
Your body reacted before your mind did. You ground against him again, and Theo groaned, head dropping to your shoulder. His hands dug into your hips like he was fighting himself.
"Just the tip," he rasped suddenly, voice breaking on the words. "Let me, fuckā I want to feel you. Just the tip."
You shuddered, heat pooling low and heavy in your stomach. The way he said it ā pleading, wrecked ā undid you more than his hot and solid body against you. "Theo..."
"Please," he whispered, lips brushing your ear. "I just need to feel you."
Your chest heaved, words spilling out of your mouth before you think twice. "Just the tip."
It was a lie, and you both knew it.
Theo lined himself up, slow and careful, and pressed forward until the head of his cock slid into your soaked entrance.
The world tilted.
You gasped. The stretch was sharp, overwhelming, delicious, your walls clenching around him instinctively. Theo swore under his breath, clutching your waist like a lifeline. "Fuck. Fuck, so tightā"
Your nails dug into his shoulders. Every nerve ending in your body lit up, the feel of him, even just like this, was dizzying, stunning. "Theo, oh myā"
"I know," he whispered, voice shaking. He kissed your throat, your jaw, your cheek, everywhere he could reach. "I know, love. Just a little... justā"
He tried to stay still, but your hips shifted on instinct, sucking him deeper inch by inch until he was halfway inside. Your eyes fluttered shut, overwhelmed by the delicious burn, the feeling of fullness.
"Not just the tip," you whimpered softly.
His laugh was broken, wrecked and warm against your skin. "Yeah, no chance of stopping now."
And then he rocked the rest of the way in, slow but steady until he was seated fully, your walls stretching around every inch of him. You moaned at the delicious sensations, thighs trembling, body shivering on top of his.
Theo's forehead dropped to yours, sweat beading at his temple. "You feel, fuck, you feel unreal."
He gave you a second to adjust, his thumbs stroking your hip soothingly. But when you clenched around him so amazingly, he groaned and pulled almost all the way out before thrusting back in. The movement sent sparkles of pleasure down your back, dragging another helpless sound from your throat.
Every tiny movement made you jolt, your body alive and burning with shivers. You could feel every vein, every throb of him. Theo fucked you slow but deep, savoring each sound you made, each tremor of your body on his. Every time your walls fluttered around him, his rhythm faltered, breath catching, like he couldn't believe it either.
Each time he bottomed out, you moaned without thinking, legs tightening around him to pull him even closer. Your nails dug crescents into his back, cries growing louder with every deliberate and delicious push. Theo's usual composure was completely gone now, his groans raw in your ear, his restraint unraveling with every twitch of your pussy.
"Taking me so good," he panted hoarsly, his pace picking up. "My perfect girl. My best fucking friend." His lips found your ear, hot breath making you shiver. "Never gonna look at you the same after this."
You shattered around him then, the orgasm crashing through you so hard that your vision blurred. Your body convulsed, walls clamping down around him. Theo cursed loudly, hips stuttering at the sensations.
He fucked you through it, every thrust dragging out the pleasure until you were sobbing his name in his shoulder. The twitch of his cock, the hitch in his breath, told you he was close too.
"Where?" he gasped.
"Inside," you begged without thinking. "Please, want to feel it all."
His groan was guttural, broken, as he slammed deep one last time, spilling inside you with a shudder that shook his whole frame. You felt the warmth flood you, felt the twitch of him as he pulsed, and that feeling dragged another aftershock from your already wrecked body.
For a long moment, neither of you moved, the only sound your ragged breathing and the faint, forgotten moans still coming from the tablet on the floor.
Finally, Theo shifted slightly. He looked at you, hair damp, lips curved into a lazy and sated smile.
"You're fucked," he murmured warmly, eyes still dark. "We're fucked."
You laughed weakly, tugging him closer for another kiss. "Best friends, huh?" you managed breathlessly.
Theo laughed, shaky and soft, lips finding yours again. "Yeah, about that..."
summary: returning to hogwarts for your final year, youāre surprised when your best friend remus suddenly seems impossibly attractive, leading to a heated encounter on the hogwarts express.
cw: best friends to lovers, this is their 8th year so all characters are adults, sexual tension, exhibition kink, train sex, explicit sexual content, cum play, blow jobs, oral, intimate passionate sex, kissing, wall fucking, bite mark kink, talks of worship, confessions, public/partial public sex, dirty talk. inspired by sabrinaās song when did you get hot?
Your fingers fumbled with the clasp of your bag as you hurried across the platform, weaving through the cloud of smoke that always seemed to shroud the Hogwarts Express on departure day.Ā
The sound of chattering families, hooting owls, and trunks clattering against the cobblestones filled the air, yet beneath the chaos there was a warm, steady current of relief. It felt good to be back. Hogwarts was not only your school but your home, the only place that had ever truly felt like it belonged to you.Ā
And after a long, empty summer, the thought of being reunited with your friends again made your chest ache with a sort of giddy anticipation.
āThere you are!ā
Your name cut through the noise like a whistle, and you spun around, heart leaping. James Potter stood a few feet away, already in half a mess with his trunk. His glasses were slightly crooked, hair more unruly than ever, and the grin splitting his face was wide enough to eclipse the morning sun.
āJames!ā You rushed forward without hesitation, crashing into him with enough force to make him stumble back a step. He laughed, his arms wrapping firmly around you in that careless way that only James Potter ever could.
āMerlinās beard, I missed you,ā he said into your hair.
Your laugh came out muffled against his shoulder, but before you could answer, the impact of the hug made your bag slip from your shoulder and crash to the ground. You bent instinctively to retrieve itāonly to find another hand reaching for it at the same time.
Your fingers brushed against theirs.
Your head snapped up.
And your breath lodged itself squarely in your throat.
Remus Lupin.
Remus fucking Lupin.
He crouched opposite you, his long fingers brushing yours lightly as he lifted the bag. And when he looked up at you, offering the faintest curve of a smile, you felt your stomach lurch like you had stepped onto a broom far too high in the air.
āGot it,ā he said quietly, handing it over. āYou always were clumsy with this thing.ā
Your lips parted, but no words came. Remus Lupinā¦ he looked impossibly, devastatingly different. Painfully, shockingly so.
He had always been tallātaller than everyone elseābut now, over the summer, he seemed to have stretched further, shoulders broader, chest lean yet impossibly strong. His hair fell longer now, soft and careless over his forehead, begging to be touched. His skināwarm and aliveāseemed to radiate desire, as if the sun itself had left a mark on him.
Since when had he been thisā¦ this unbearably, sinfully attractive? You wanted to tell him, but the words were gone, stolen by the heat of him, by the ache and wetness building between your legs.
āMerlin, I missed you,ā he murmured, his eyes warm as they swept over you with quiet fondness.
You swallowed hard and stood, clutching your bag a little too tightly. He pulled you into an embrace before you could think to stop him. His arms folded around you, strong and sure, and you pressed your cheek against the fabric of his shirt, suddenly all too aware of the solid muscle beneath it.
āIā¦ I missed you too,ā you managed, though the words trembled with more meaning than you would ever dare admit.
āHey there, wankers! Make room, make room!ā Sirius Blackās voice rang out, seconds before he crashed into both of you, dragging you into his usual bear-like hug. You squealed, half crushed between the two of them, as James joined the chaos, laughing at the way you practically disappeared in the middle of it.
āBloody hell, Pads, youāll suffocate her,ā James scolded, but Sirius only grinned, planting an exaggerated kiss to the top of your head.
āI missed our girl,ā Sirius announced.
You laughed despite yourself, but your eyes betrayed you, flickering back toward Remus the moment Sirius loosened his grip. He was standing slightly apart now, his hand curled around the strap of his trunk, and as he bent to lift it you couldnāt help noticing the way the fabric of his shirt pulled against his arms, the ripple of lean muscle beneath.Ā
When the hell had Remus Lupin gotten hot?
You caught yourself staring and forced your gaze elsewhere, but the thought stayed, looping endlessly in your head. As the four of you began pushing through the crowd toward the train, the boys already falling back into their familiar banter, you found your focus dissolving.Ā
Sirius cracked jokes. James complained about his mum nearly sending him off with a lecture longer than his trunk. And Remus spoke occasionally, his voice low and rough in a way that curled in your stomach. Every time he laughed, deep and unguarded, you felt heat crawl up the back of your neck.
As you all boarded the train, Remus, ever the gentleman, insisted on taking your bag despite your protests.
āIāve got it,ā he said firmly, his hand brushing yours as he pulled the strap free. The muscles in his forearm shifted under the fabric of his shirt, and you quickly decided you did not mind the chivalry one bit.
āShow-off,ā Sirius muttered, smirking as he shoved his own trunk down the corridor, narrowly missing a terrified-looking second-year.
The four of you managed to squeeze into a compartment at the end of the train, sliding the door shut as the whistle blew and the train lurched into motion.Ā
Conversation flowed easilyāJames animatedly recounting Quidditch drills he had been running all summer, Sirius interrupting with increasingly absurd jokes, you chiming in here and there with updates of your own. Remus, as always, was quieter, listening more than speaking, but every now and then his gaze flickered toward you, lingering just long enough for your stomach to flip.
At one point, you caught him staring. He smiled softly and leaned forward, elbows braced on his knees.
āWhatās wrong?ā he asked.
Your brow furrowed. āHmm? Nothingās wrong. Why would you think that?ā
His lips quirked as though he had caught you out in a lie. āI donāt know. You just seemā¦ different. A little shy, maybe.ā
You gave a small laugh, shaking your head. āShy? Hardly. I spent years putting up with you lot, didnāt I?ā
āExactly,ā he teased lightly, the corner of his mouth tugging upward. āSo what happened? Did you forget all about us during that long summer away?ā
You scoffed, though your chest tightened at the warmth in his tone. āOf course not. Nothingās different. Iām fine, Remus. Promise.ā
James groaned, tossing his head back dramatically. āMerlin, Iām starving. How long until the trolley comes around?ā
āNot soon enough,ā Sirius muttered, half sprawled across the seat. Then his eyes flicked toward James, a glint of mischief lighting them. āActuallyā¦ Lilyās in the next carriage, right? We should make sure Prongs gets a word in before she wanders off. Donāt want him missing his chance.ā
Jamesās grin widened, a mix of relief and excitement. āBrilliant. If we donāt make it back, tell Evans I love her,ā he added with mock solemnity.
āYou say that every day,ā you pointed out, a small laugh escaping you.
āWell, just in case it actually sticks this time,ā James said, standing and adjusting his tie. Sirius gave him a sly nudge, and together they headed for the door, Jamesās energy practically radiating in his eagerness to see Lily.
The compartment door clicked shut behind them, leaving you and Remus in the sudden quiet. The hum of the train and the rhythmic clatter of wheels against the tracks became suddenly more intimate, your closeness to him filling the space in a way the others never had.
You exhaled slowly, sinking back into your seat. For a moment, the only sound was the steady clatter of the train rushing over the tracks.Ā
āSo,ā he said softly, tilting his head. āStill want to tell me nothingās different?ā
Your throat went dry. āIā¦ I donāt know what you mean,ā you murmured, trying to sound casual but failing.
You canāt meet his eyes. Not now. Not when he looks like thatāevery line of his body, every flicker of movement, pulling at something raw inside you. Your gaze drops instinctively, fixed somewhere on your lap, on the floor, anywhere but him.
Remus notices immediately. He leans forward, elbows braced on his knees, and cups your face gently, tilting it so youāre forced to meet his eyes. āWhatās wrong?ā he murmurs, voice low, almost concerned. āWhy wonāt you look at me?ā
Your eyes flicker down, almost by accident, to his lips. And thenāhe notices. A slow, teasing smile spreads across his face. āSoā¦ thatās what itās about,ā he says, voice a little husky, playful but hungry.
Your face twists in horror, heart hammering. Friendships, boundariesā¦ this is crossing lines, isnāt it?
But before panic can take over, his hand shifts, sliding down to your lips. His thumb brushes across them softly, almost reverently, and then gently pulls them downward.
His gaze locks on your mouth, dreamy, unfocused, and he sighs, soft and full of awe. āYouāre soā¦ pretty, yāknow that?ā
Then, without warning, his thumb slides into your mouth. Your lips part instinctively, curling around him as you suck softly, tasting him, feeling the tremor of need and disbelief running through you.Ā
āFuck, doveā¦ā Remus murmured, and the huskiness in his voice made your stomach tighten. His fingers pulled back, and the sudden absence left you aching, desperate, and you couldnāt help the soft whimper that escaped.
He leaned closer, eyes dark and searching, tilting his head just enough to catch your gaze. āCan Iā¦ kiss you?ā he asked, voice low, almost a growl.
āPleaseā¦ā you breathed, barely able to form the word.
Before you could finish, his lips crashed into yours, urgent and insistent. His body pressed into yours, driving you gently but insistently against the compartment wall.
The train rattled beneath you, but the only movement that mattered was hisāthe way he claimed you, the heat radiating from him, the fire in his kiss.
Through the hurried, consuming press of lips, he suddenly moved, gripping your waist and spinning you so he was pressed against the wall and you were directly in front of him.
He settled onto the seat with a soft thud, pulling you against him, your bodies flush, hearts hammering, breaths mingling.
His hands, hot and purposeful, trailed upward, cupping your jaw as he leaned in again. His fingers followed the line of your throat, thumb resting over your pulse point, dipping just under the neckline of your top. He broke the kiss for a heartbeat, letting his mouth drift up your cheek, nipping softly at your earlobe.
He knows heās hit a sweet spot right there under your ear, because you feel his mouth spread in a grin.
āThatās my girl,ā he says softly.
Heās feeling for the top fastening at the back of your neck, and you drop your arms, pressing your palms into the warm, sunbaked brick as he frees the buttons of your shirt.Ā
Your gaze flicked instinctively toward the compartment door, nerves prickling as the muffled chatter and footsteps from the corridor seeped through the glass. For a fleeting moment you worried someone might catch you like this, lips already swollen from the press of his, your back warm against the plush seat of the train.Ā
Remus, reading the flicker of hesitation in your eyes, let his mouth linger at the corner of yours before drawing his wand in a deft, practiced motion.Ā
With a quiet murmur, the tip glowed faintly and the sounds beyond the compartment dulled, swallowed into silence. His lips curved into a sly smile as his breath ghosted over your ear. āCanāt have anyone hear us, yeah?ā
He lets his hands dance over the thin fabric. His touches tease, cupping you in his hands and finding your nipples with his pinching thumbs. You gasp, hands scrambling against the wall to keep yourself up.
When Remus looks up at you again, the grin is still dancing over his face as your chest arches instinctively towards him in response.
āIāve wanted this,ā Remus says. He sounds purring, satisfied and smug, like heās just gotten what he wants after throwing a temper tantrum and proud of his victory. āIāve been waiting to touch you for so long.ā
You moan, feeling the roughness of his fingers over the satin covering of the undergarment. His hands push, rolling to your ribcage and back up from under your chest to smear over you, and every last bit of fear is pushed away with his persistent touch.
Youāre left only with the desire thatās been deep inside you since you first saw him looking this attractive, the desire you tried to deny and tame with logic and self-imposed rules, and finally accepting.
āAndā¦ if I sayā¦ Iāve wanted you too?ā
Youāre rocking against the compartment wall as your back arches into him.
āOh, you wicked tease,ā Remus says. Thereās a crackle of glee in his voice, and he leans up, planting another quick kiss on your lips before slowly dropping down to his knees, tugging the rest of your clothing down with him.Ā
"Take off your panties for me," Remus mumbles between your busied lips. His words draw a happy smirk, you follow his command, grounding yourself onto the floor, dizzied for just a quick moment, shoving your panties down your legs before jumping back in his lap.Ā
Head thrown back, a needy moan vibrates in your tight throat as you move your hips against him.
"You're so wet, do you like how it feels?" Remus taps his cock over your clit, a needy whine leaving your lips as you nod. "Yeah, I love it."
Remus tilted your chin with a gentle touch, his gaze flickering between your eyes and your lips before he closed the distance. In an instant, the velvety press of his mouth met yours, sending warmth rushing through you as your body molded against his.Ā
A soft hum escaped you into the kiss, your fingers sliding up the sides of his neck until they tangled in the sleek strands of his carefully combed hair.
What began as tender soon unraveled into something far more urgentāardent, insatiable, almost feral in its intensity. Hunger coursed through you, searing in your veins, igniting every nerve with relentless desire.
When Remus finally drew back, a delicate thread of saliva glistened between your parted lips. His eyes lingered on your features, brimming with quiet adoration, before he murmured, āSo cute.āĀ
You brushed another fleeting kiss against his mouth, only to jolt when his hand descended to your ass. The startled sound that left you was swiftly chased by his low, amused laugh, threaded with pleasure.
"Get on your knees."
Single-handedly, Remus won your soul, heart, mind, body. He gained complete, fruitious love and desire from you.
Every feature from this divinely perfectly human you adored; from his kindness and consideration, every corner of his mind and heart, him as a whole.
Perfect, in every sense of the word.
With a fluttering heart, you sink down to your knees.
Once seated comfortably with your forelegs on the floor, you awaited further instructions with pleading eyes that fell down to his aching cock. "Are you comfortable Y/N?" You nod in reassurance, a small smile creeping your lips.
"Have I ever told you how absolutely stunning you are?" Remus looked, equally as starstruck as you were; eyes locked in a thick trance over your form, lingering in your desire riddled eyes. āYou look marvelous on your knees for me, darling.ā
And in his honeysuckle brown eyes, lust resided just the same.
"If only you knew how I look at you." You exhaled. It came out in a dreamy sigh, though you wanted to conjure a much stronger, confident voice.Ā
"Oh? And what might that be?" His interest piqued, Remus's eyes pierce through yours.Ā
"A God, a divinely perfect being." Remus chuckles, cheeks reddened, "I am far from a perfect being, my love." He offers a hand, and you take it, allowing him to brush his thumb over your knuckles, leaning down in his chair to kiss them.
"Can I touch you?" You ask, eager to learn his body, to please the man before you. Remus smiles, āOh love, I am all yours to touch." Remus sits back up, leaning against the back of his chair.
Creeping your hands up his thighs,
Locking your gaze into his, you lean into his lap, taking the tip gently in your mouth. His eyebrows knit, adjusting to the sudden change in stimulation. The intensity of his eyes never faltered, not once, even as you tease his sensitive cock.
The leather squealed beneath the tightening grip Remus's hand has around the arm rest of the train seats, a low groan ensuing the contact from your sinful mouth. Hallowing your cheeks, you gently sucked on the tip, refusing to take in his full length.
He certainly wasn't complaining.
You were hoping he'd demand you to take it all in sooner, instead, you were reveling in Remus's low, soft whimpers.
"Be a good girl, stop teasing," He growled through grit teeth, his hand taking in a firm grip of your hair. You resisted the urge to smile, and complied.
Your head jerked forward, beginning to bob on his length, feeling his cock hit the back of your throat. Trying your hardest not to gag, tears welled in your eyes, still never leaving Remus's face.
You could tell he appreciated the eye contact.
Your jaw was beginning to ache, but you certainly didn't mind, especially when it was to please Remus.Ā
Oh, how you would bend yourself to his will, as though every breath in your lungs had been spun for the sole purpose of pleasing him. You would not mind eternity at his feet, the cold stone of devotion pressing against your knees until time itself grew weary. For there was no God you had ever prayed to, no altar you had ever known, that could rival the sanctity of Remus Lupin.Ā
In your eyes, there was nothing monstrous in him at all. Remus was no beast, but something sanctifiedāstitched together from scars and quiet tenderness, a soul carved of both ache and grace. He alone was worthy of devotion, the only altar you would ever kneel before.
Drool seeped from your mouth, dribbling down your chin. Instead of scratching the urge to reach up and wipe it away, your hand comes up to cup his balls, flesh soft and dainty in your palm.Ā
Remus gently tugs your head from his dick, bouncing lightly as it was released from your mouth.Ā
A thin trail of saliva attaches your lips to his cock as he draws back. You wipe the back of your mouth, looking up at him and panting slightly.
āWeāre not done,ā Remus says softly, and he grabs the sides of your face in his hands and draws you towards him again. This kiss is frantic, ravenous, deeply hungry as his mouth is over yours once more.Ā
His tasteāwarm, heady, almost dizzyingāmingles with your own as you clutch at his wrists, desperate to keep him pressed against you. The narrow compartment walls rattle faintly with the rhythm of the train, but all you feel is his body caging yours, his weight anchoring you in place.Ā
Your back digs into the worn seats, hips straining forward to meet him, while Remus mutters broken curse words into your mouth, low and ragged, as though the very act of kissing you unravels him.
You let go of his wrists with a squeeze and move your arms out, running your hands along the expanse of his chest. His skin is warm and rises and falls rapidly with his heavy breaths. You moan, the sound slipping louder from your chest as you let go of him and let your hands fall back.
āBe a good girl, and donāt scream, okay?ā
You nod, trying to keep yourself under control as much as possible, but itās so difficult, damningly difficult. The worn velvet of the seat presses roughly into your back, turning almost pleasurable as he moves against you.
The aching need is building, roaring, longing to feel him inside you. Your cunt throbs, hot and wet, feeling his cock right under you.Ā
You want Remus, you need him.
āMy good girl,ā Remus says, his voice raspy with lust. His eyes lock on yours, dark and love-struck, and he leans closer, lips barely brushing yours. āMy fucking perfect girlā¦ always wanted you, always loved you.āĀ
You groan, adjusting your feet and standing a little further apart, and itās just what he needs to angle his next rocking motion forward right into you, lubricated by your own slick arousal.
āOh!ā
Itās hard to keep your promise to be quiet, your knees immediately going weak at the feeling of his first thrust into you. This is even better, and Remusās next thrust into you is smooth and deeper as you slump into the wall. You try to buck your hips back to meet him, but his pace is too hard and fast even as you try to move with him.
Remus moves with full force, hands holding your shoulders before shifting to brace himself over your head as he grunts with his thrusts. His muscles strain on either side of your head and his face, and your hands ball into fists against the brick.Ā
He fills you up with every thrust with how hard heās fucking you. His cock almost feels like youāre splitting apart. You feel your slick wetness against your inner eyes, pooling out of you with every stroke out and pump back in, and the moans ride out of you louder and louder.
āShhh,ā Remus hisses as your voice rises, and moves one of his hands from the wall over your head to cover your mouth, thumb into your cheek and side of his hand pushing between your lips. It cuts off your sound, and you lightly bite that space between his thumb and forefinger as your voice gurgles into a whimper.
Remus thrusts his hips up into you harsher and faster, the heat burning at the base of your stomach beginning to spread through your body as his thrusts fall into a frantic rhythm.Ā
Your thighs begin to shake at the effort of keeping your body at this angle, and it turns into a full-body quiver. It races against the build of your orgasm, and you whine into his hand again as his cock rubs into you with each stroke. āPlease, please pleaseāyou feel so good!ā
āHold onto me, hold tight,ā Remus whispers roughly, and lets go of your mouth. His pace falters a little as you do what he says. You wrap your arms around his neck under his hair, and both of his hands come to scoop your ass ā digging right into the back of your thighs as he hoists you up against the wall of the train compartment.
You gasp, half in pain at the sudden change of positions, and mostly in a shooting, delicious pleasure as he lifts you effortlessly over his cock. It makes his thrusts even deeper as he fucks you against the compartment wallā he leans his body into yours.Ā
The pressure is electric, and you squeeze your thighs around him, crossing your ankles and bringing Remus closer to you.
āYouā¦feel so good, so tightāso fucking perfect.ā Remus says, his voice low but clear against you.
Your arms clutch over his back, digging your nails into the firm skin, arching your neck as you buck and moan under the warmth of his body, muffling yourself in his shoulder as you try to keep quiet.Ā
Remusās lips are moving again against your throat, suckling and kissing with an urgency as his mouth opens against you to leave love bites. āGonna mark you up, love. Make sure everyone knows youāre mine now.ā He whimpers out in desperation.Ā
Your body trembles even harder as you struggle to take a clear breath, pinned between him and the wall ā your entire body a live wire. His breath is just as wild, something hungry over your body that makes your skin prickle as his grunts and groans vibrate over you.Ā
āFuck, oh fuck,ā you whisper into his shoulder. His cock stretches you, plunging deeper, deliciously pulling you apart as he comes in, rocks out, and slams back in again.
āHow longā¦have you been waiting to get fucked like this?ā
You scrape your nails up across his back, coming up to his shoulders again for balance. Your inner thigh muscles strain against the expanse of his body, and you try to clench your muscles to keep yourself against his hips.
āSinceā¦ since I saw you,ā you admit jaggedly, briefly closing your eyes and hunching your shoulders into Remus, his breath hot on your neck. āI wanted you.. You looked so good, so hot.ā
He makes a sound like a sharp laugh, like itās all he can force out. āTease,ā he says, almost triumphantly. His fingers dig into your flesh and suddenly his thrusts move frantically. Heās fucking you harder, your composure fully coming apart.
Changing where his hands were positioned, one creeps to thumb your clit in rhythmic circles. A sheen of sweat lie on both of your bodies, uncomfortable against the fabric of your pants, still bunched at your hips.
The sound of flesh-on-flesh filled the compartment, almost as loud as the cries and wails that followed them.
You wouldn't last long at this rate; the speed, and roughness of his snapping hips, the sounds of his pants, his cries of pleasure, the way his brows were knitted on his face, mouth hanging open to catch his breaths as they left, the emotion burrowed in his eyes as they pierce yours.Ā
You wish you could live in this moment forever; feel this vicious, wicked, brewing pleasure sparking in your core, the numbingāthe tingling of your limbs, the heat that coursed like magma in your veins.
He leaned further down into you, taking your nipple in his mouth. You arch into his touch, feeling his tongue flick along your sensitive bud, teeth gently dragging along its flesh
āRemus!ā
You force your head back, leaning against the wall as your body rides up and down with the force of his movements. Your body is racing towards the long-desired orgasm hard and fast with every thrust of his cock.
He catches your lips, and you whimper into his mouth as the kiss moves. Your fingers dig into skin just as his doesā his moans caught in your throat as they come out. The tight, hot heat at the base of your stomach is so close to bursting. Youāre ready, youāre so close.
āRemus.. Iāmā¦Iām going to come, Iām going to come,ā you say, gasping, forcing the words as you try to stifle the cries with his kiss. But Remus leans back, immediately parting from your lips.
āI want to hear you. I want to hear you come for me,ā he says, eyes flashing and teeth gritting in a devious smile.
You whimper, feeling your inner thighs quiver, unable to sustain any of it anymore. āRemusāā
āI want to hear you come, I donāt care if the whole fucking train hears,ā he says, insistent. His voice, deep and raw, is enough alone to push you over the edge.
You whine again, but itās weaker, your body so overstimulated.
āLet go,ā Remus says, and you feel your whole body shudder as it breaks. And you scream. You feel your inner muscles tighten and spasm over Remusās cock as the heat wave roars through you. It reaches up behind your stomach as you come apart over him.
Remus comes too with his own symphony of groans, grinding his hips deep into your tight core and pushing you directly against the wallāalmost into the compartments as his frantic thrusts break rhythm.
You gasp, feeling him hot inside you as your nails dig into his shoulders, the waves of pain and pleasure crashing into each other.
He kisses you again as his cock throbs inside you, holding you close as the kisses come tender this time, fingers flexing and bending into you as both of you come down. Remus pulls out of you as he helps you back down on your feet.Ā
Remus kisses you once more, tenderly as he pulls his pants back up, bending down to gather the bundles of fabric. He smooths out your pants and buttons up your shirt back again.
Remusās hand rises, brushing a trembling fingertip against your cheek to wipe away the faint tears of pleasure that had escaped you.
āAre you okay, love? Was I too rough?ā His voice is gentle now, threaded with concern, and you canāt help but smile up at him, suddenly feeling impossibly shy after the fire and recklessness of moments before.Ā
You shake your head, words soft: āNoā¦ you were perfect.ā
He laughs, low and amused, as if he notices the change in you, and leans closer. Your breath catches, heart stuttering, as his lips hover just above yours.Ā
Then he pauses, teasing, and whispers, āWhy so shy, baby? Thought you wanted meā¦ because Iām so hot, huh?ā
Youāre dumbfounded, cheeks warming, because fuckāhe really does look that good. The way the scarred lines on his face catch the light, the subtle smirk playing at his lipsāhe knows exactly the effect he has on you. Your thoughts scatter, caught between disbelief and desire, until finally, he closes the distance.
When his lips meet yours, itās a kiss so impossibly soft it makes your knees weak. Gentle and passionate all at once, it lingers in a way that feels infinite.Ā
When he finally pulls back, his eyes catch yours, dark and alive, and he straightens in the seat. āDonāt want you to think this was a one-time thing,ā he says casually, though his voice holds a weight that makes your stomach twist.
āWhat do you mean?ā you ask, confusion and curiosity tangled in your tone.
He laughs, that familiar, knowing sound, and slides back into the seat, gesturing for you to come closer.Ā
You step forward, heart racing, and he catches your waist in his hands, looking up at you with those piercing eyes. āDo you think Iād fuck you like that if it was a one-time thing?ā he asks, voice low, teasing, but laced with undeniable certainty.
āI mean it,ā he murmurs, tilting his head so close your foreheads almost touch. āWhen I said Iāve always wanted youā¦ I never saw you as a friend.ā
Before Remus can even finish the confession that had your heart beating out of your chest, the compartment door snaps open. And there they areāSirius and Jamesāboth grinning like theyāve just won some cosmic jackpot.
Your stomach drops. Youāre nearly on Remusās lap, hair a glorious mess, sweat glinting on your skin, and the love bites on your neck practically screaming your sins for all of Hogwarts to hear. Jamesās eyes widen as if heās taking in the full tableau, every detail recorded for posterity.
Sirius throws back his head and laughs, a deep, roaring sound that makes you want to melt into the floor.Ā
āOh, Moony,ā he says between chuckles, voice dripping with mischief. āDid you really think casting a silencing spell would get you not caught? You had the entire fucking train shaking, you horny dogs!ā
Remus freezes, lips parted, cheeks blazing, while you cover your face with your hands, groaning.
James doesnāt even try to hide his grin, leaning casually against the doorframe like heās judging a particularly scandalous performance.
Sirius leans in toward Remus, mock conspiratorial, whispering, āNext time, Moonyā¦ maybe try a compartment with walls that actually work.ā
summary: you've been craving your boyfriend lately and decide to wear his "least favorite" skirt just to get your way and watch him lose his mind.
warnings: MDNI, unprotected p n v, fingering, choking, explicit, rough sex, dirty talk, public setting, mentions of magic, language, slightly brat vibes from reader (?maybe)
The greenhouse was heavy with summer heat, air thick with damp earth and the faint perfume of night-blooming blossoms. Lantern light swung lazily above, casting gold and shadow in equal measure, and the quiet drip of water from leaves made it feel like the entire castle had disappeared.
Youād snuck out here to think, to breathe ā or maybe because some stubborn, reckless part of you knew heād follow. It wasnāt like you hadnāt felt him watching you. All through dinner, his stare had burned across the side of your face like a brand, sharp and heavy even through the noise and chatter of a hundred other voices. Every time you looked up, your eyes met his ā Theo lounging back in his seat, casual, calculated, but the twitch in his jaw and the restless way his fingers drummed against his goblet betrayed him.
It had been weeks since youād had him properly. Too many patrols, too many professors hovering, too many prying eyes in every corridor. Heād caught your wrist between classes once, pulled you into the shadows, kissed you hard enough to bruise ā but that was nothing compared to what he craved, compared to what you craved. And tonight, when your knee brushed his under the table and he smirked like he already owned you, the need to escape had bloomed inside you until you couldnāt sit still another second.
So youād slipped away, leaving the clatter of silverware and voices behind, pushing into the greenhouse where the air pressed hot and heavy against your skin. But even with the night flowers breathing around you, you werenāt calm. You were restless. Every nerve hummed with the knowledge that he was coming, because Theo Nott was not the type of boy to let you slip away unanswered.
The door creaked open behind you, and before you could turn, Theo was there. He filled the space like he always did ā not with noise, but with the quiet certainty of someone who owned every inch of air you breathed. His tie hung loose around his throat, the dark green silk slipping askew as though heād been tugging at it in frustration. His shirt clung in places where the heat had gotten to him, the top buttons undone, sleeves rolled carelessly up to his forearms. His hair was a little mussed, like heād raked his hands through it a dozen times since youād left him in the Hall, and Merlin, he looked good like this ā undone, hungry, his restraint fraying at the edges.
He didnāt say a word at first. Just stood there, lantern light casting gold over the sharp lines of his cheekbones, the shadowed cut of his jaw. His eyes locked on you, unblinking, drinking you in as though heād been starving for weeks ā which, in truth, he had. There was a weight to his stare, heavy and consuming, like the air itself thickened under it. Every shift of his gaze felt deliberate, dragging slow over your lips, down your body, before climbing back to your face with something that made your stomach twist and your thighs clench.
Then, with a flick of his wand, the lock slid into place ā a sharp, final sound that echoed louder than it should have in the humid quiet. You barely had time to inhale before his voice cut through the air, low and wrecked, deeper than usual like it had been dragged over gravel.
āThe skirt,ā he muttered, almost a growl. His hand was already on you, hot and commanding, sliding up the back of your thigh until his palm curved over it, fingers digging in like he meant to leave proof behind. He tugged, dragging you closer until you were pressed against the hard line of him, breath catching in your throat.
āDo you have any idea,ā he said, words edged with frustration that bled into hunger, āhow fucking impossible it is to sit next to you and behave at dinner when you wear this?ā His gaze flicked down, lingering on the hem that had been tormenting him all night, then back up, eyes burning into yours.
The heat of the greenhouse paled compared to the heat of him. The damp air clung to your skin, but it was nothing compared to the fire racing up your spine at the sheer ferocity in his voice ā Theo Nott, always cool, always collected, now unraveling against you because of one little skirt.
āWho said I wanted you to behave, Teddyāā Your words broke into a gasp, sharp and unfinished, because he didnāt let you finish them. In one smooth, brutal motion, he hauled you up and onto the potting bench, your back hitting the cool wood. Your palms scrabbled for purchase on the rough surface, dirt and damp soil gritting against your skin, but none of it mattered because Theo was already on you.
His mouth crashed against your throat, all teeth and heat, biting down just enough to make your pulse stutter. Then, just as quickly, he soothed the sting with his tongue, a cruel rhythm of hurt and comfort that made your head fall back. You barely managed to breathe before his lips dragged lower, nipping over your collarbone, his breath hot and ragged.
One hand was braced firm on your hip, pinning you to the bench like he didnāt trust you to stay put, while the other slipped up under your tiny skirt. His fingers pushed the fabric higher and higher, knuckles brushing your bare thigh, and the low, guttural noise that rumbled in his chest told you heād been imagining this all night.
āI donāt fuck you for a week or two and you start misbehaving?ā Theoās words were a growl against your skin, rough and accusing, though the smirk curling his lips gave him away. His hand slid higher under your skirt, fingers brushing the lace of your panties, making your breath stutter. āI thought I mentioned burning this skirt the last time you wore it.ā
You swallowed hard, your pulse kicking beneath his teeth where heād just bitten you. āMaybe I like this skirt,ā you whispered, trying to sound brave, though the way your thighs trembled around his wrist betrayed you.
Theo pulled back just enough to look at you ā curls messy, tie hanging loose, eyes blown dark and dangerous. He gave a low, humorless laugh, the kind that made heat lick down your spine. āYou think youāre cute, donāt you?ā His thumb pressed against the edge of your panties, teasing but not giving you what you needed. āSitting all innocent at dinner, flashing those little legs, staring at me like you wanted to be fucked over the table.ā
The greenhouse air was sweltering, but the way he looked at you made it feel suffocating, like he was the only oxygen in the room. He leaned in, lips brushing your ear.
āI told you not to wear it,ā he rasped, the words breaking on his breath as his hand shoved your panties aside with brutal efficiency. His fingers dragged through your slick folds, the sound obscene in the stifling quiet of the greenhouse.
When he felt how soaked you already were, a groan tore from his chest ā half-anger, half-worship. His forehead pressed to yours, curls falling into his eyes, and when he looked at you, it was with a kind of disbelief that made your pulse skitter.
āFuck,ā Theo growled, dragging his fingers up again, slow, deliberate, until he was circling your clit with maddening precision. āYou like it, donāt you? You like knowing I canāt control myself around you.ā His thumb pressed harder, pulling a gasp from your throat. āYou put this skirt on and walk into dinner just to watch me lose my mind.ā
Your back arched against the wood of the potting bench, nails digging into the rough surface, dirt biting into your skin. His other hand gripped your thigh so tight it bordered on bruising, like if he didnāt hold you down, heād lose himself entirely.
The glass panes fogged as his fingers pushed inside you, knuckles curling deep. The wet sounds of your body echoed between the walls, louder than they should have been, obscene against the steady drip of water from the leaves. You clutched at his shirt, fisting the fabric at his chest, but Theo was relentless ā his jaw tight, his eyes burning into you like you were the only thing heād ever wanted.
He pumped his fingers with merciless rhythm, the heel of his palm grinding against your clit every time, forcing your body to arch off the potting bench. The wood bit into your thighs, the earthy scent of soil and crushed leaves clinging to your skin, but all you could focus on was the low, ragged sound of his breathing against your ear.
āYouāre going to get us caught,ā you whispered, though the words broke into a whimper, your hips chasing his hand even as you tried to sound sane.
Your thighs shook as he worked you harder, his palm grinding cruelly over your clit. Every pump of his fingers sent shocks through your body, had you clinging to him like he was the only thing anchoring you to earth.
āThatās what you want, isnāt it?ā His smirk was sharp, feral, but his eyes ā dark, wide, devouring ā betrayed how close he was to losing himself. His fingers curled again, dragging a cry from you as his thumb circled ruthlessly over your clit. āWant them to hear how well you take me?ā
Your head dropped back, hitting the glass, breath fogging up the pane behind you. āTheoāā you choked out, but it only spurred him on, his pace brutal, his body crowding yours so completely you couldnāt tell where you ended and he began.
āYou donāt even fucking deny it,ā he snarled against your jaw, his lips brushing hot, biting kisses up to your ear. āMy filthy girl. Canāt go a week without me, can you? Youād spread your pretty legs anywhere if it meant Iād touch you.ā
Your answer came in the form of a broken moan, thighs trembling around his wrist as your body tightened, desperate, unraveling. He laughed again, rough and low, and dragged his tongue across your neck.
The shift was sudden, dizzyingāTheoās hand fisted in the back of your thigh, dragging you to the very edge of the potting bench until your heels dangled, toes barely grazing the floor. Wood groaned beneath your weight, dirt smearing the backs of your thighs, but none of it mattered because all you could hear was him.
The sharp clink of his belt buckle being undone was deafening in the thick, humid air. Leather slid free with a hiss, followed by the frantic rasp of fabric as he shoved his trousers down his hips, just far enough for his cock to spring free.
You barely caught a glimpse before he was on youāhard, flushed, the tip leaking and angry red in the lantern light. Theo gripped the base in one hand, teeth clenched, a vein standing out along his neck as though he was holding himself back by sheer force of will.
āFuck, you look unreal,ā he groaned, dragging the head slowly through your slick folds. Each glide left you wetter, needier, your thighs trembling with the effort not to just yank him inside you. His breath stuttered when he circled your clit deliberately, smearing precum and slick over the sensitive nub, then pushed forward just enough to stretch you before sliding back again.
His smirk was sharp, cruel, even as his cock slid along your soaked folds, the head catching on your entrance just to retreat again. The veins in his neck strained with the effort of holding back, but his voice stayed steady, deliberate.
āBeg,ā he rasped, tone rough enough to scrape against your skin like sandpaper.
āTheo, please,ā you gasped, clutching at his shoulders, nails carving half-moons into the thin cotton of his shirt. Your legs trembled around his hips, heels digging into the small of his back in a desperate attempt to pull him closer.
He only chuckled low in his chest, the sound dangerous, taunting. His free hand rose, fingers wrapping around your jaw, tilting your face up so you couldnāt look anywhere but himāso you had to see the wild, starved hunger in his eyes.
āYou can do better than that, baby,ā he growled, thumb pressing against your bottom lip until you parted your mouth for him automatically. His cock pressed harder at your entrance, enough to sting, enough to make your breath catch, but still not enough to give you what you craved. āI want to hear you mean it. Tell me how bad you need me. Tell me youāll take itāevery inchāright here, where anyone could walk in and see what a greedy little thing you are for me.ā
His thumb lingered against your lip, tracing the wet curve as if he owned it, before sliding inside your mouth. You sucked instinctively, hollowing your cheeks around the digit, and his hiss tore through the humid air of the greenhouse. His cock twitched against your folds, and stillāstillāhe held himself back.
āTheo,ā you whimpered around his thumb, the sound muffled, desperate. Your hips rolled, chasing him shamelessly, but he only pressed harder at your entrance, never breaching, just teasing you with the stretch you craved.
āThatās not begging,ā he taunted, pulling his thumb from your mouth with a slick pop, smearing the spit across your chin. His hand wrapped around your throat, not tight, but commanding, keeping you pinned against the rough wood of the potting bench. āSay it.ā
āIāā your voice cracked, your thighs trembling as your nails dug into his shoulders, āāI need you, Teddy, I need you so fucking bad. Iāll take it, all of it, Iāll take every inch if you justāplease, donāt make me wait anymoreāā
The sound he made was half-snarl, half-moan, as if every ounce of control heād been clinging to snapped all at once. His hands seized your hips, bruising in their grip, and in one brutal thrust he slammed into you, bottoming out in a single stroke that had your cry echoing against the glass panes overhead.
He slammed into you over and over, the bench shuddering beneath the force, and a ragged moan tore out of him ā too loud, too raw for the boy everyone thought was quiet, composed, untouchable. The sound reverberated in the glass and humid air, unrestrained, primal, like something ripped from his chest.
Gone was the Theo Nott who leaned lazy against stone walls in the common room, who raised a brow instead of raising his voice. Here, there was only sweat and grit and hunger, the sharp bite of his teeth against your jaw as he thrust deeper, harder, every movement desperate to brand you, to bury himself so far inside that youād never forget who owned you.
Your hands clawed down his back, yanking at his shirt until the buttons strained, and he growled ā actually growled ā at the scrape of your nails. His hips snapped forward, brutal, the wet sound of your bodies colliding filling the greenhouse louder than the drip of water or the whine of cicadas outside.
āFuck, you feelāā His words broke into a guttural groan, hips slamming into you harder, deeper, faster. His hand slid up, wrapping around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your breath catch, just enough to keep you locked on him, drowning in him. His eyes burned into yours as his voice dropped, ragged and low.
āSo goddamn tightālike you were made for this cock. Every timeāfuckāalways so wet, so ready for me. You love it, donāt you? Being spread open, stuffed full, choking on my cock until you canāt think of anything else.ā
The bench rattled with the force of him, his grip tightening on your throat as his thrusts turned punishing, filthy sounds spilling between your bodies. His mouth brushed your ear, breath hot, the growl in his words making you shiver.
The greenhouse was humid, your skin slick with sweat, the air filled with the obscene sound of his thrusts and your muffled cries. He bent you back, biting your collarbone, praising you between curses.
āMy perfect girl. My fucking ruin,ā Theo rasped, hips pistoning into you, the wood beneath you groaning with every thrust. His thumb pressed harder against your throat, eyes locked on the way your mouth fell open. āGonna come for me, yeah? Right here, where anyone could walk in and hear you?ā
His pace grew frantic, the slap of skin echoing through the greenhouse, filthy and desperate. He leaned down, lips dragging over your ear, voice breaking into a growl. āSay itāsay my name. I want to hear it when you fall apart on my cock. Say it like you fucking mean it.ā
His free hand gripped your hip, dragging you down to meet every thrust, deeper, harder. His teeth caught your jaw, biting hard enough to sting as he groaned against your skin. āCome on, baby. Let the whole castle know who ruins you. Who you belong to.ā
You did ā your body gave way all at once, pleasure ripping through you so violently your nails carved crescents into his shoulders. āTheoāTheoāTheoāā It was all you could say, a broken chant spilling from your lips as your walls clenched tight around him, milking him mercilessly.
He swore, low and guttural, his rhythm falling apart as the bench rattled beneath the force of his stuttering thrusts. āFuckāfuck, youāre squeezing me so tightāā His forehead dropped to yours, sweat slicking his curls to his temple, his mouth open against your gasps.
Your thighs trembled around his hips, clinging, dragging him deeper with every desperate squeeze of your cunt. His hand was still at your throat, not choking but holding you there, tethering you to him as you fell apart. And still, you whispered his name like a prayer, like it was the only thing you could remember, wrecked and delirious on his cock.
That was all it took. With a hoarse groan that cracked into something almost vulnerable, Theo spilled inside you, hot and relentless, his hips grinding into yours to push every drop as deep as it could go. He said your name back, groaning it into your mouth like it was the only word that existed, the only thing that mattered, again and again until the sound blurred into your breathless sobs.
For a long moment, the world was only breath ā yours, his, mingling hot and desperate. Then Theoās laugh, sharp and disbelieving, broke the silence. He kissed you hard, biting at your lip, and when he pulled back, his voice was wrecked.
āNever wear that skirt again.ā His voice was low, gruff, but the heat in his gaze betrayed him ā he prayed you would, knew youād tempt him again in a heartbeat.
Then, almost cautiously, he softened. Fingers brushed through the hair at the nape of your neck, smoothing damp curls from your sweat-slicked skin. His palm cupped your cheek, thumb tracing your jaw, lingering as though memorizing the curve heād missed every second heād been away.
āYou missed me, didnāt you?ā he murmured, forehead resting against yours, breathing heavy but slowing now, more human than animal. When you nodded, still trembling, he pressed a kiss to your temple ā soft, lingering ā as if trying to soothe both of your frayed edges at once.
His hands roamed gentle now, down your sides, over your thighs, brushing along your damp skin with a reverence that made the ache in your chest ease just a little. Even after the chaos, the raw need, there was this ā the quiet, tender part of him that missed you so badly it hurt.
Theo sits at the edge of your bed, camera shaking in his hands. "So, when you said you needed my help," he starts slowly, thick brows arched, "I thought maybe I'd be, you know, recording while you did something cute in lingerie. Not..." His gaze flicks toward the machine that separates the two of you. "Not operating heavy machinery. Are you sure this won't hurt you?"
You canāt help but giggle at him, adjusting the straps of your lingerie, deliberately teasing. "It's not a forklift, babe. It's just a toy.ā
"'Just a toy,' she says," he mutters as he studies the device, horrified, "maledetto inferno. bloody hell. youāre really sure about this?"
"I'm totally sure. Positive, actually." You just may be the death of him.
Theo exhales through his nose, shaking his head with a faint grin. āUnbelievableā¦ Iāll be adding this to my resume.ā
You giggle and then wiggle downward, positioning yourself so the dildo lines up perfectly with your slick entrance. āIām ready,ā you assure him and he turns the dial, watching in a daze as the machine slides into you. His breath hitches as the sleek silicone stretches out your pussy. Adjusting the camera, he zooms in closer. "Is this... okay?" he asks in a whisper and you nod. "Mhm, feels amazing,ā you groan and Theo clears his throat, trying to hide his nerves. "Good. That's good."
"Tell me how it looks," you plea, bringing your hands up to play with your titsā rubbing them, pinching at your painfully hard nipples. "It's incredible," he admits, eyes focused on the thick toy that disappears into you. "You look so beautiful," he tells you as he adjusts the speed of the machine, giving you little time to adjust. A loud moan erupts from your throat, the intense rhythm sending shocks of pleasure through your body. Your cunt is pulsing, dripping down and around the machine.
He can't look away. Every gasp, every shiver from you has his cock straining painfully against his jeans. He wants to reach out, touch you, take over.. but he's stuck filming, helpless.
Almost out of spite, he turns the dial up another notch. The machine moves faster, and your moans grow louder, echoing through the quiet room. Theo swallows hard, trying to focus on the camera, but his eyes keep flicking to you, to the way your body reacts.
āFuck, fuckā¦. thatās perfect,ā you squeak, ākeep it like that,ā you tell him, tilting your head toward him with a sly grin. āI could cum from this. Watching you watch me.ā
He growls softly under his breath, frustration and desire colliding. āYouāreā¦ impossible,ā he mutters, but his hands never falter on the camera, keeping you perfectly framed as the machine continues to work its magic.
Every flicker of your pleasure is torture for him, and he knows heās completely fuckedā¦ even if all he can do is watch.
š¤ insomnia - mattheo riddle š¤
mdni. light smut. p in v. fingers in mouth. prefect bathroom. butterbeer. not edited.
You hadnāt slept in nights ā exhaustion clawing at you from the inside uncomfortably, like a beast that refused to fully strike just beneath your skin. The enervation ā it teased you, kept you wired and on edge while desperate. You body screaming at the top of your lungs internally for the oblivion of sleep ā something that youād right now, kill for.
Insomnia was a well known old enemy; one that youād beaten before with unlabelled potions and street sold elixirs, but tonight? Nothing worked. No wizard made concoction could put a finger to the restlessness. Youād considered spells but trusted no one to actually execute them correctly. So this is why you prowled around the castles shadow drenched corridors; fluffy slippers shuffling almost silent against the cold stone floors until you slipped into the prefectsā bathroom on the fifth floor, craving the steam of a hot bath to melt away the tension your body was bound by or at least try keep it at bay.
However, fate ā or whatever cruel deity was watching ā had other plans.
The bathroom wasnāt exactly empty; however not yet completely occupied. Which is how you ended up bent over a vanity sinks unforgiving marble; your exboyfriends oversized shirt you still slept in stanched up like a surrendered flag around your hips, thighs trembling and knees weak as they struggled to keep you upright as you gripped onto the sinks edge of dear life.
Your bottom lip was raw from your teeth sinking into it; bruising to a pretty scarlet shade of red. Your eyes, they shifted between fluttering shut with pleasure then snapping wide open in pure ecstasy. A mewl which shifted into a moan which attempted to tear from your throat but was barely stifled. Mattheoās fist was twisted into your hair, yanking your head back with a sharp tug that arched your spine like a bowstring ā his other than, clamped over your mouth, fingers digging into your cheeks enough to bruise.
āFuck, you take cock so wellā, he growled with a growl; breath hot and ragged against your neck, hips snapping up against your own with a brutal force. āWas almost starting to worry that Iād never get my turn to be buried in this warm little cunt of yours.ā
Oh how you hadnāt meant to run into him of all people ā how you hadnāt planned on anyone being here at this ungodly hour, but Mattheo; ugh ā that smug little prick who had somehow conned his way into a prefect badge (trust Salazarās ghost to be laughing) had somehow turned torment into a fucking art form. So, instead of docking house points for your curfew breaking ass, he decided to put you to better use; pinning you to the sink with a handsome grin before declaring that a proper punishment was in order.
His thrusts were merciless; each one deeper and harder than the one it followed; the slap of skin against skin echoing off the bathroom tiles like a forbidden incantation which chased your shared ruin like the castle wasnāt full of faculty or students who could burst through any second.
The mirror in front of you fogged up with your fevered exhales; but you were still able to catch glimpses ā your face twisted in bliss; cheeks flushed, Mattheoās eyes devouring you like a predator would prey. He released your mouth, just to wrap that hand around your throat; squeezing lightly yet possessively, his thumb stroking against your pulse as he leaned forward, nipping your earlobe.
āSuch a filthy little wanderer now, arenāt we? Sneaking around ā oh princess, youāre just begging for trouble. Bet you love this ā probably dream about it; getting fucked senseless in places where anyone could walk in. Imagine if a professor heard your pretty little moans. Or one of your housemates. Would you even stop?ā
You whimper ā the risk of Mattheoās words igniting something wild in you which causes your body to clench around him in response. His hand that had a grip on your neck, loosening to work its way back up; two of his fingers pushing past your lips as he instructs you to suck his fingers which he slams into the back of your throat. Digits heavy on your tongue, he tears them out only to drop them down and find your clit that he spells his name out against with his fingertips. The motion has you seeing stars explode behind your eyes. Thereās a coil that winds up tight in your stomach; a sweat heat draping across your skin ā every nerve heās playing with screaming as pinches the sensitive nub and smacks his fingers sharply against it. Your body quivers and trembles as you struggle to moan, grinding your teeth in frustration and satisfaction.
āThatās it, slut. Come for me. Milk my cock while I fill you up. Make this worth the fucking risk.ā
The hand thatās knotted in your hair releases last minute to slap down hard against your ass that causes you to shatter ā a scream ripping free that echoes off the walls and your release crashes like a curse; waves of pleasure and fire consuming you. Mattheo follows with a guttural grow, spilling deep inside you with hot, pulsing thrusts that leave you both wrecked. He collapses forward, chest firm against your back, cock slipping out in inch which causes arousal and cum to drip and paint down your leg.
In the distance, thereās an echo of water dripping into the baths which is the only sound either of you can make out besides your ragged breaths. Collapsing onto the tiled floors, you feel your eyelids become heavy and begin to shut before you can slide your underwear back up or even bother fixing your appearance. You feel alive, a little reckless ā tired, but this time; a sleepy state is welcomed in. You donāt notice the way Mattheo scoops you up, carrying you back with ease to your dorm ā and letās be real; he and his cock are exactly what youāll want to see when you wake up after what threatens to be the best sleep youāll probably have because of an orgasm you most definitely werenāt expecting.
he looks like he works with his handsā¦ āø james potter
āā“ļøĖ summary. james comes to work with you and your dad, somehow your dad never catches when you stop and catch yourself staring at the young boy. but james does because heās doing the same thing.
āā“ļøĖ pairings. james potter x fem!reader
āā“ļøĖ series masterlist
James walked through the gates in the early afternoon, his mom had just cooked him lunch so he was fueled for the day. He saw your mum leaving for work, waving as he walked to the backyard, he made sure to hear the click on your fence like you told him. He saw your dad first, putting something in the ground where the open space ended, he looked around for you.
He spotted you when you walked from behind the small shed in your backyard, carrying the fences. He rushed towards you.
"Oh, hi, James." You said when you saw him walking towards you, you set the fence parts down in front of you. He exhaled looking at you, your hair in two braids and sweat beading down your forehead showing that you've been out here longer.
He leaned down picking up most of the fence, you smirked. "Hey, where do you need these?" He asked, you picked up what he didn't and walked away, he watched you walk for a second before he noticed your dad watching and he followed you.
"Here, all painted." You said setting them down by your dad, James set his down softly. "And James is here to help, I'll be over there." You smiled, winking at James as you turned around and walked away. He watched you walk away, your hips swaying a little. You made a clicking sound and put your hand out, a goat-- he learned to be Freddie, came out from his spot.
Your father sighed, rubbing his hands on his thighs, standing up, snapping James out of his staring before your dad caught him. "Alright, kid." He huffed out and began explaining, and before they started working James looked over at you, who currently held a paintbrush brush looking at where your chickens stayed. Back home, you and your grandma painted everything together. Your chicken's home had beautiful designs painted on it and their names, so you decided to do the same since you didn't build.
After finishing one side, you went to the front where you would write their names in paint. As you moved everything, out of the corner of your eye you saw James-- James who discarded his shirt and sweat beading down his body due to the blazing heat. You stopped your movements, your hand dropping the side as you watched James work, you didn't even notice the red paint smearing onto your skin.
You knew James was handsome, you saw it in the pictures scattered across his home, you knew it when you first saw him. You also knew he knew it, the way he carried himself, it wasn't for show. Biting your bottom lip as the boy moved to the side, the sun shining on his body perfectly-- the shadow of the trees giving his abs a sculpture that made you swallow roughly.
He looked up, and James saw you, but neither of you looked away. Just like always, a smile slowly crept onto your face, causing one to break out on his without trying. From where you stood, you didn't see his eyes roaming over your body. He chuckled to himself, many colors of paint scattered across your body. Even a smudge of paint splattered across your face.
You winked and looked away. He wanted to say that the sun was was made his cheeks turn red but he knew it wasn't because the warmth inside his body was unfamiliar. He heard of that feeling from his parents when they talked about each other.
And one thing in his head remained, he hadn't felt that way with Lily.
He shook his head, kneeling back down to help. He couldn't, his eyes kept glancing towards you without him thinking. A few times, you caught eyes with him doing the same thing.
You had finished. The chicken's coop house was done, and you stepped back with a smile, examining it. You turned around, James and your father leaned against the new fence with heavy breaths but thety talked. You smiled softly.
"Looks like a brand new backyard." You turned around to see your mother walking down the steps with three glasses of water. She approached you, holding out the glass for you to take, which you did happily. She brushed the hair out of your face that had fallen from your bun.
"Looks beautiful, sweetie. Nan would be proud." She said softly, seeing the men walking towards the two of you reaching out for the glasses.
You smiled as your father stood by your mother, it was so natural as she reached out wiping the sweat from his forehead and rubbed his back. He leaned in, she backed away making him gasp softly. You and James watched with smiles, you just didn't notice him glancing towards you with a certain smile.
"Did you just... back away from my kiss?" Your father said softly with furrowed eyebrows, your mother sighed at the hurt in his voice.
"Yes." She stated, you bit back a laugh. "You're disgusting and sweaty."
You broke. You laughed loudly, seeing the look on your dad's face. James looked down at his feet with his own smile.
"Well then--" Your father said setting down the glass, your mum furrowed her eyebrows as she watched until he took a step towards her, she backed up with a laugh. "Let's go take a shower." He said picking her up and throwing her over his shoulder.
Your mother laughed loudly. James looked up, it sounded just like yours. "Put me down!"
"Nope." He said softly, patting her bottom, you smiled at her from where she looked at you. "Thank you, James! See you kids later!" Your dad yelled as he opened the back door, and you shook your head with a laugh.
James turned to you, glancing at the new paintings.
"Woah."
You looked at him, following his eyes to the chicken coop, glancing back at him with a small frown. "What?"
"You're really good.." His voice was quiet and soft as he stepped around you, looking at the other sides, his lips were parted in shock. He had no idea that you could paint, not like this anyway. He remembered you saying you liked to paint, but he just didn't know it was this good.
You laughed softly, looking down at your boots with a blush creeping onto your cheeks. You never showed anyone your paintings or really told anyone, he was mesmerized as he stepped in front of you again-- taking the last sip of his water.
"Thanks."
James shook his head, "No, really. This talent could be in a museum."
You looked up at him with parted lips and wide eyes, you'd never heard that. Yes, your parents complimented you and your talent but nothing like James just did, and the look in his eyes to show it.
"Wow.." You breathed out with a small laugh, and James smirked. "Thank you, James."
bsf!theoā¦ is sweet, caring, charming, and a great listenerā the first person you run to with good or bad news. everyone assumes you two are dating, but no, youāre ājust friendsā! i mean, giving each other mind-blowing orgasms is what best friends do, right?
bsf!theoā¦ doesnāt care what people think of your closeness. if he wants to make out with you at a party or slap your ass when you walk by, thatās his business. your friends keep telling you both to finally start dating, but youāre perfectly happy keeping things exactly the way they are.
bsf!theoā¦ still sleeps with other women, but youāre always his number one. he wonāt even let the girls he dates call him teddyā that nickname is yours alone. if you text him to hang out while heās about to hook up with someone? heāll cancel without a second thought.
bsf!theoā¦ shows up at your door at exactly 9 pm every friday with snacks in hand for your weekly movie night. maybe youāll actually finish the movie this timeā¦ or maybe youāll finish instead. either way, friday nights are a tradition heāll never break.
ā” bsf!theo changing your bfās contact name in your phone
ā” jerking off bsf!theo
ā” bsf!theo putting just the tip in
ā” bsf!theo finding out no guys ever made you cum
ā” sweet relief (FULL FIC)
ā” people thinking you and bsf!theo are more than friends
