summary: after the trial of seven you visit ashford to tend to your brother
genre: smut, angst, comfort/hurt
pairings: aerion targaryen x twin!reader, unnamed! lannister!husband x reader
!!tw!!: targcest (twins), p in v, blowjob, cream pie, breastfeeding, lactating, mentions of blood/injuries, talk of child abandonment, talk of executions/murder, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), use of em dash (I will not let clankers take it from me), reader is called y/n, reader has a child with husband
!!MDNI!!
His breath comes out in ragged gasps as he lies there, blood-soaked bandages wrapped around his chest and arm. His silver hair matted with sweat and blood, face pale and covered in cuts and bruises. He blinks slowly, trying to focus on you as you slowly walk closer, hands knitted at your front. As you enter his line of sight, his eyes flicker open wider, though they're heavy with fatigue and pain. A ghost of his usual arrogant smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth as he recognizes you. "…My dear sister. Come to gloat over my misery?"
"No," You dust off your dress and slide into the empty space beside him, lying inches away from him. "I heard what you did." His jaw tightens, and for a moment the pain in his eyes deepens—not from the wounds, but from something darker. He turns his head slightly toward you, crimson blood crusting at his temple, lilac eyes searching your face.
"You heard." His voice is hoarse, barely above a whisper. "And yet you sleep beside me anyway."
You nod. "You know it's partially father's fault. He knows better than to separate us," you remark. "Knows you get bored without me."
A weak, mirthless chuckle escapes him, rattling painfully in his chest. He shifts slightly, wincing as the movement pulls at his injuries. His hand lifts slowly, weakly, to rest on your hip. "Boredom is not the reason I seek you out, sister."
"Yeah? And just how many whores did you fuck while I was gone? 5? 10?" You glare.
His eyes flash with something dangerous, and he coughs violently, blood spattering onto the sheets. When he speaks again, his voice is low and ragged. "Twenty-three. And not a single one could replace you." He pulls you closer with his weak arm, ignoring the pain it causes. You use your sleeve to wipe away the blood on his mouth.
"Stop that. You'll hurt yourself." His hand moves to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing over your skin as you tend to him. The gesture is surprisingly tender, at odds with the brutal man he usually presents to the world.
"I'll hurt myself more if you leave me again." His voice breaks slightly on the last word.
You stifle a smile but can't stop the words that leave your lips. "You're saying you got your arse kicked by a hedge knight on purpose?" You expect him to at least snap back at you but he only buries his face in your chest and sniffles, catching you wildly off guard. "H-Hey what happened?"
His shoulders shake with silent sobs, and he clutches you desperately, his long white fingers gripping your dress like you might vanish. The most feared knight in the realm, broken, weeping into his sister's chest like a child. Between gasps, his confession tumbles out. "You were supposed to come with. Father made me walk a pace with the horses for asking too many times."
You rest your hand on the back of his head and gently scratch his scalp. "Oh, my poor dragon…" You coo, pressing a kiss to his forehead. He sniffles loudly, smearing tears and snot across your bosom as he clings to you like a lifeline. For the first time since childhood, he allows himself to be completely vulnerable with you. No bravado, no boasts, no false pride.
"I missed you." He confesses, his nails digging into your back.
"I know you did, rȳbasor..." His fingers curl tighter into your dress as he listens to the Valyrian pet name, melting further into you. His tears slow but his breathing remains unsteady, like he's afraid you'll disappear if he lets go.
"He hit me until I could barely stand. Stabbed me in the cock. And I kept thinking…" He shudders, his breath hot against your skin as he continues in a broken whisper. "I kept thinking if you were there, you'd have healed me with your lips. Like you used to when we were children and I scraped my knees." His hand slides down to your thigh, squeezing possessively. "Instead I had to lie here bleeding for hours."
You rub his back and kiss his forehead. "Shh…" You whisper. His grip on your thigh tightens, knuckles turning white as he buries his face deeper into your chest, inhaling your scent like a drowning man searching for air. He's so broken, so desperate for comfort only you can provide. In this moment, he's not the dragon; he's just your little brother, wounded and alone. He spends minutes only getting more worked up so you resort to pulling the collar of your dress down to reveal your breasts.
"Here," You place your hand on the back of his head to guide him to your nipple. His tears stop abruptly, replaced by a desperate, almost animalistic need. He lunges forward, lips finding your nipple immediately. He sucks hard, like a starving man, his hands coming up to knead your other breast as he makes soft, needy sounds. You run your fingers through his hair as he starts drawing out milk. He sucks even more greedily, his eyes fluttering closed in bliss as the warm milk fills his mouth. His hands roam your chest possessively, fingers pinching and rolling your nipples as he feeds like a babe. The pain from his wounds seems to fade away with each swallow.
"More…" he growls, wrapping an arm around your back to pull you closer to him. He whimpers softly as you position your thigh between his, his tears starting up again. You cradle his head in your hands and kiss his forehead softly, whispering praises to him in High Valyrian as he cries softly into your chest. He drinks deeper, suckling with an intensity that speaks of weeks of deprivation—not just of your milk, but of your presence. His whole body relaxes against you, the tension bleeding away as he feeds. When he finally unlatches to breathe, his lips are swollen and wet with milk, a thin string connecting them to your nipple. "Don't leave me again."
You bend down to kiss his forehead. "As long as I can help it." You whisper against his skin. He only buries his face back between your tits and keeps drinking, his tears falling silently now. He nods against your chest, the motion jerky and uncoordinated. His arms wrap around your waist, holding you close as he continues to feed, his tears soaking into your skin. In this moment, he's not the feared knight or the proud prince, he's just a broken boy seeking comfort in his sister's embrace.
"I should've made you like this," He grumbles, his voice cracking slightly. "Not that Lannister mutt. You're my birthright."
"Like what, darling? With child?" You ask, raking your fingers through the short hairs on the back of his head. He pulls away just enough to look up at you, his lilac eyes dark with possessive longing.
"Like full. Heavy with my children. Our blood mixed together properly, not sullied by that golden-haired whore." His thumb sweeps across your nipple, still wet and hard from his sucking. "I could fill you every night."
You rest your head on your free hand while he props his own up on the meat of my elbow. "You could always kill him, in the small hours, make it seem like an assassin. Seven know the prick has enemies."
His gaze intensifies at your suggestion, a dark fire lighting up his eyes. For a moment, he looks like the deadly knight he is—calculated and ruthless. Then, his expression softens again, turning back to the vulnerable boy. "And then who would warm my bed?"
"I would. The brat he made me carry will be old enough to be shipped to the Citadel soon so when that's taken care of you'll have all to yourself again." You smile and rub the space behind his ears. A predatory smile spreads across his bruised face, and he dips down to suck on your other nipple, latching on with renewed vigor. His hand slides up your thigh slowly, tugging at your dress hem.
"No one would notice if the bastard was gone. Not until his corpse rots." His voice is muffled against your skin, possessive and chilling but you only smile and kiss his forehead like he's just said the sweetest thing in the world. He melts into your affection, his heart swelling with love and gratitude. He sucks harder on your tit, his cheeks hollowing out as he drinks deeply. His hand reaches the hem of your dress and slips underneath, seeking out your warmth. "And you'd sleep in my bed every night?"
You nod. "And you'd get to fill me with your seed again." His cock twitches at your words, hardening despite his injuries. He groans around your nipple, sucking harder.
"I'd breed you so fucking deep every night." His fingers find your core, sliding through your folds. "Get you round with my trueborn again."
You lean down to kiss him. "And this time we won't have to dispose of it." You mutter against his lips.
He kisses you back fiercely, his tongue pushing into your mouth as his fingers curl inside you possessively. "No… this time… I'll claim my rightful heir…" He growls, grinding against your thigh. He rolls onto his back on the bed with a soft grunt, his fingers slipping out of you as you push him down. His cock stands erect and proud between his thighs, leaking pre-cum onto his stomach. He looks up at you with adoring eyes, spreading his legs invitingly. "Take me…"
You lean down between his legs and wrap your left thumb and forefinger around his injured base, leaning down to wrap your lips around his tip. He hisses in a breath as you take him into your mouth, his head falling back against the pillow. His hands immediately go to your hair, gripping tightly as he watches your lips stretch around his thick shaft.
"Fuck… Y/N…" His voice breaks on a sob of pleasure. You use your other hand to cover his face with a pillow.
"Quiet! We don't want anyone finding us." You scold. He muffles his cries into the pillow as you take him deeper, his hips bucking involuntarily. His hands tighten in your hair, pulling you down onto his cock as he silently fucks your mouth. Tears stream down his face from the overwhelming pleasure and fear of being discovered. His injured base throbs under your thumb, sending sharp pains mixed with intense pleasure straight to his core. He spreads his legs wider, giving you better access.
You chuckle around him while his tip is lodged in your throat, vibrating the sensitive tip. "So needy~" You coo, moving up to whisper in his ear. "Do none of your whores here take proper care of you?" He nearly chokes on his own spit as you speak directly into his ear, your warm breath sending shivers down his spine. His hips buck again, trying to push deeper into your hand.
"Mmmph! N-no… They're all just… Ah! They're all just… f-fuck… they don't know how to… AHH!" He gasps as you squeeze his injured base tighter, the pain mixing perfectly with the pleasure. His eyes roll back in ecstasy. "…they don't know how to satisfy me like you do… They just… ugh… they just want my coin…"
You tut at his confession. "Well, we can't have that, can we?" He shakes his head vigorously under the pillow, his cock throbbing desperately in your hand. Tears stream down his face as he nods eagerly, begging silently for more of your attention.
"Mmmph! Mmmph!" His hips lift off the bed, chasing your touch desperately. "Please…" you smirk and gather your skirts, slowly lowering your cunt down to sheath his cock once he's about to cum. His eyes bulge as he suddenly feels your tight heat envelop his cock completely, trapping his orgasm inside you. He lets out a muffled scream into the pillow, his body seizing up as he starts to cum intensely inside you, his seed flooding your depths. "MMPH! AHHH!"
You take every single thick, hot rope of his seed deep inside you, your walls clenching around him to milk out every last drop. His body shakes violently beneath you, his hands gripping the sheets as he empties himself completely into your fertile womb. When he finally stops cumming, he's left panting and sobbing into the pillow. You smile down at him and pull the pillow away from his face once he's stopped making any loud noises. You place a soft kiss to his lips and lick away some tears the escape his eyes when you pull away.
"Gods you're a mess… you needed it that badly?" He looks up at you with glazed, tear-filled purple eyes, utterly spent. His chest rises and falls heavily as he catches his breath. A soft, breathless laugh escapes him—one that sounds almost embarrassed as he nods.
You laugh and kiss his neck. "Yeah? Your cheap whores aren't doing it for you?" His face flushes a deep red, the embarrassment visible through his pale skin.
He turns his head away, avoiding your eyes as his hands slowly come up to rest on your hips. "They… they just lie there and take me. Like cunts on a rack." He whispers shamefully. "No… no teeth on my cock."
You laugh and kiss his neck, making him shiver at the contact, his hands tightening possessively on your hips. His voice drops to a whisper, almost ashamed but desperate to confess. "And they don't… they don't kiss me. Or hold me. Or act like they actually want me…" His voice catches slightly.
"Did you try to execute one again?" You ask, nuzzling his hair. "Be honest." He freezes for a moment, his breath hitching.
When he speaks, his voice is barely audible. "Y-yes. The last one back home… I had her beheaded. She was just… she was just a stupid whore who didn't know how to please me."
You stroke his hair and continue kissing and biting his neck, drawing out a low moan when your teeth draw blood.
"You poor thing… they never should have separated us," You move up to kiss his forehead before going back to his neck. "I'll be home soon. Then you can have me all to yourself again…" He whines softly at your words, his cock still buried inside you as it twitches with renewed interest. His hands slide up your back desperately, pulling you closer against his injured body despite the pain.
"When? When will you come back for me?" His voice is needy, almost childlike—a stark contrast to his usual cruelty. "Don't leave me here alone again…"
"I won't. I'll be home once my husband is out of the picture." His eyes darken at the mention of your husband, jealousy and possessiveness flaring within him. He nods eagerly, his hands squeezing your bottom possessively.
"Good. Good, get rid of him. Come back to me. Be mine again… like before." His voice cracks slightly. As you begin to pull away, he suddenly grabs your wrist tightly, his eyes filled with panic. "Wait… wait just a moment." His other hand reaches down to adjust himself inside you one last time before reluctantly allowing you to slip off him. "Come here…" He immediately wraps his arms around you, pulling you close against his feverish, sweaty body. He buries his face in your soft hair, breathing you in deeply. "I missed this… I missed your smell… your warmth… your cunt." He kisses your temple gently. "Promise me you'll come back." His voice is soft now, vulnerable. "Promise me."
You wrap your arm around him to rest your hand on the back of his head. "I promise. I'll go wherever you do." He closes his eyes and latches onto your other, fuller tit, sucking deeply and pulling himself closer to you—no longer Aerion the Monstrous, or The Bright Prince, or Brightflame, just your Aerion.
all characters written aged up 18+
tw: public display of semi-nudity, sex
you'd only been dating theodore nott for three weeks - three intoxicating weeks filled with stolen glances in corridors between classes and his hand brushing yours in the library when you struggled to reach for top shelf books. he had planned for you the cutest first date in the astronomy tower, where he nervously kissed you like the stars above were taunting him with a challenge of you that he had intended to conquer. theodore was the epitome of slytherin charm - sharp wit and a sharper jawline; the kind of boy who held doors open for you and whispered sweet nothings in your ear that make your stomach flip. he had declared that he wanted to treat you like a princess - as one should which meant taking things slow. sex wasn't on the cards, and you were far too smitten whilst still in that honeymoon haze, savouring the slow burn kind of phase.
tonight, you were meant to be heading out on a girls night to Hogsmeade - daphne had been droning on about needing to live a little, pansy frustrated at the fact boys weren't throwing themselves at her feet and you, well just wanted to let loose at the three broomsticks and shake off that exam study cramp in your quill hand with the help of an alcoholic butterbeer or two.
getting ready: you'd just showered off the potions dust of your last class earlier in the day and towel dried your hair into unruly waves. hunting around the boys bathroom for the hairdryer you swore you'd brought over the other night when draco had complained of his not making his hair quiff the right way, you sighed - perhaps theodore had packed it away somewhere being the neat freak that he was and forgotten to tell you where he'd put it away.
blowing out a sigh, on a whim - you raided his trunk for something to wear. you couldn't exactly put on what you were wearing out tonight, you weren't exactly ready and walking out into the common room wearing nothing but a towel? hell, it'd be like diving headfirst into a serpent cesspool. pulling out one of Theodore's quidditch jerseys, you held it up to take in the scent - that now familiar cedar cologne he wore slightly tainted by freshly cut grass of the quidditch field. the fabric was soft from one too many washes and as you slid it up over your head, arms finding the sleeves, you glanced in the mirror; admiring how the emerald green looked on you. the jersey's hem making it an adequate excuse to pass off as coverage providing you didn't bend over.
with soft skin, rosy cheeks and a mission in mind; you padded out from the dorm to the common room with bare feet and scanned the place for your intended target.
that was your first mistake.
and boy, was it a big mistake.
fire from the heaths flickered low, casting shadows across the common room like it was the side of stage for some high end broadway show. scattered across the room were a few of the younger year students who seemed caught up in their own worlds and then Theodore's mates - lounging around like the owned the place. blaise was mid sip of something that sparkled of amber, draco was sprawled across a couch with a book in hand he hadn't actually be reading and mattheo was sharpening one of his quills into something not so savoury. their heads shot up as you crossed the common room, over into their threshold - theo's jersey riding up your thighs with every step you took, teasingly flashing the curve of your plump peachy ass before you realised and could tug it down.
a low chorus of groans rippled throughout the room as you heard a few chokes and felt more and more eyes beginning to focus on you. blaise almost dropped his glass, draco forgot the book which slipped down to his lap and mattheo muttered something filthy about what he'd do to you beneath his breath.
"fuck - look at her", blaise was the first to speak up, "T, is gonna lose his shit."
"hell, if she bent over", mattheo whistled, "what i wouldn't do to her."
theodore, who had been helping a first year with a transfiguration essay, flickered his eyes over to see what all the commotion was about and stilled like stone when he saw you. he snapped the quill in his hand; ink spilling across his fingers and the first years parchment, splattering like blood as he shamelessly groaned. those piercing blue eyes locked onto you, darkening from azure to midnight in the time of a heartbeat. his jaw clenched. a heavy vein running up the side of his neck as he stood, the chair he sat in scraping backward like a warning.
the common room hushed. tension coiled tight within every boys stomach as theo stalked over toward you with a predatory grace you hadn't before witnessed. he said no words - just shot a hand out to clamp around your wrist, yanking you flush up against his chest before you could squeak out something in protest. his hands dropped to your hips, shifting lower down your legs to tease beneath the hem of his jersey and squeeze your ass as they made themselves at home beneath the emerald fabric. you tried to move to pull the jersey down and conceal yourself, but theo had no intention of letting you do that.
"fucking mine..."
the words were snarled out against your skin as he buried his face into the crook of your neck and nipped away hard enough that a small bruised bloomed up blue immediately. the words were loud enough to everyone in the common room to hear; your cheeks flooding a bright scarlet colour as his lips kissed and tugged at your ear. "you wearing something like this outside of the dorm room. not fucking happening, tesoro."
the common room erupted into whistles and chokes as theo hauled you down the corridor back towards his dorm; you stumbling behind him in a pathetic attempt to keep up. with the dorm door slammed shut behind you; you barely had time to register breathing before Theodore's mouth was on yours - hungry, needy; his tongue finding its way down the back of your throat as he backed you up to drop down against his bed. the kiss was rough. it tasted the way you assumed so would possession. his hands found their way into your hair; damp locks tangled around his fingers as he tilted your head back to force your gaze into his.
"..you look better than good."
theodore skimmed his lips across your jaw before one hand slid down your body, shoving beneath the jersey to lift it up high around your tits to expose your body to him. the cool air of the dungeons hit your skin, but his body was fire; pressing down against your as he made himself comfortable between your thighs which parted for him on instinct. you hooked both legs around his waist, but theodore moved to toss one over his shoulder opening you up wide as he ran his tongue beneath the swell of your breasts; latching on and sucking at a nipple as it began to harden as you whined.
"..theo, slow down... please..."
that was enough to send him feral. a hand dropping down between the two of you; he undid his belt; cock springing free from his trousers - sliding the thick head between your folds as he lubed up with your wet arousal. his mouth dropping open and lips parting; theo watched, groaning as he slipped the tip in an out of your entrance feeling you pussy begin to flutter around him.
"slow? you want slow after pulling this? after walking out there in my jersey for all those pricks to see. you're going to be in their mental wank bank for weeks amore. no. you're mine. you're wet. cazzo - gonna ruin you."
your nails dug into his shoulders as theo began to sink in; cock disappearing into your tight little cunt inch by inch. his eyes rolled back at how good you felt. you clenched your teeth, trying to get use to his size however it was no use as theo began to rock his length in and out of you, building up the intensity from gentle to reckless. the first few thrusts were brutal; stretching you full as his cock dragged against every nerve possible while he bottomed out with a hiss.
"fuck - tight..", he bit out; a hand beside your head to hold himself up over you, the other splayed out across your stomach, pushing down so that you could feel the way his cock thrusted and pulsed inside of you. you tried to shift a hand to run through the back of his hair but theo moved his from your stomach, catching your wrist to pin your arm above your head - the move shifting his jersey higher so that he could drop his head between your tits and motorboat in the valley of your breasts. you moaned, arching your back up off the bed as his hips grinded up against your own and whimpered as his snail trail tickled your sensitive swollen bud, causing you to start seeing stars.
"god.. theodore.."
a few more thrusts and you were wetting the sheets of the bed; thighs trembling as theo continued to rut inside you.
"say your mine."
"what?"
"just fucking say it.."
you couldn't think straight the word 'mine' shattered across your tongue with a cry that made your thighs wetter; pussy walls fluttering around him as you came with a sob and he followed through - burying himself in deep with a guttural moan before spilling hot inside of you. theo's body shuddered against yours as he collapsed on top of you. a tangle of limbs and laboured breaths suffocating the dorm as the world slowly began to reform around you. his weight against your body felt like a perfect, comforting cage - his lips pressing soft, sorry kisses up your cheek to your temple.
"holy shit..", he grumbled.
you eyes widened. "fuck - the girls are gonna kill me. i'm gonna be so late.."
theodore chuckled, rolling off to the side - he wrapped an arm around you only after tugging down his jersey and buried his face back into the crook of your neck with a sigh.
"rain check..", he whispered hot against your skin as you melted into him. "i need to see just how loud tonight, can make you scream."
It's a hot day, one of those where you never feel cool no matter how little you wear or how many fans you can have on full blast in one room.
Mattheo suggests bbq and how can you refuse. The thought of food, booze and a pool is all the convincing you need to allow Theo to peel your sweat slicked body from your tiled kitchen floor and slap your ass as he tells you to go get ready with a soft chuckle.
You shower quick and change, a floaty top and denim shorts hiding the bikini you've got underneath. He's waiting for you outside already when you come down, leant back against the passenger door to his car and whistling ridiculously loud just to see you laugh when you do a silly little twirl for him.
There's something about warm weather - it turns out - that makes you a little more playful than usual. You're not sure if it's the heat soaking in your skin, the vibrant smells of summer in the air or the tang of the fruity little cocktail you had before that still lingers on your tongue.
You feel like there's a livewire threaded through your veins, turning every little touch against your skin electric and wanting. It certainly doesn't help when Theo looks as good as he does or when his fingers brush over yours as he helps you in before heading over to his side.
You slip your hand to his thigh whilst he drives, revelling in the flex of thick muscle beneath the curve of your palm. His eyes are fixed on the road, his face stoic - unreadable - and you're suddenly filled with the need to see it crumble. To watch his eyes turn desperate beneath your touch whilst he's unable to do anything but take it.
Your fingers creep closer to the soft inside of his leg, kneading and stroking the area as Theo visibly swallows and grows more tense. His eyes briefly flick to you, a low rumble of your name dripping from his lips in warning before he's back to watching the road and you grin wickedly.
He's already hard for you, the thick outline of him pressing visibly against the thin material of his shorts. Your hand dips between this thighs, knuckles brushing the twitching bulge as he sucks in a sharp breath.
You want to take him in your hand,stroke him until he whimpers and shudders in his seat, jaw clamped breakingly tight like it does when he's trying so hard to hold back.
But just as you go to do so, he stops you. His hand flying to snatch yours lightening fast, the large size of it engulfing the delicate circle of your wrist as he squeezes tight, making you blink up at him wide eyed.
"You're playing a dangerous game, principessa." He growls. "Behave."
It makes heat pool in your belly - as if you weren't already fucking hot enough - the material between your legs dampening against your pussy as it clenches at the command in his voice.
Even though you nod he never fully let's go of your wrist, his arm reaching over to place it on your thigh and just holding it there. It shouldn't turn you on, shouldn't make you squirm in your seat with the idea of him pinning the rest of your body down to, but it does.
He releases you the moment you arrive at Mattheo's, jumps out and grabs your contribution to the food and drinks before coming to your side and opening the door for you. You think what's happened in the car is behind you, he's pushed the thought of it out of his head but you're wrong.
The second you're out the door he's slamming it shut and caging you in against the side of the truck, crushing his body into yours and devouring you with his lips.
You moan into him, fingers clutching wildly to the fabric of his shirt whilst his tongue plunges inside your mouth.
The kiss is all wet heat and frantic need as the weight of his cock presses against your hip, an overboiling messy thing that just barely notches down to simmer when he wrenches his mouth away to rest his forehead against yours.
"Is there a reason you're trying to tease, tesoro?" He rasps, lips swollen and shiny and eyes pitched dark with hunger. "Is that needy little pussy so desperate to be filled you were willing to make me crash?"
"Theo." You whimper quietly, stifling a gasp when he quickly snaps open the button on your shorts and thrusts his hand inside to meet the slick heat of you. His thick fingers shove past your bikini bottoms, stroking and teasing at your hole before sliding up to rub at your clit.
Anyone could see you stood out here, Theo's hand hooked inside your shorts whilst you try not to bite through the flesh of your lip. But you don't shove him off, if anything you pull him closer, hold him in place whilst your hips rock and dip against his hand and mindless praise falls from your lips like honey.
"Tell me what you want." He croaks, nose nudging against yours so fucking gently whilst his fingers slow right down, working you over with tender strokes opposed to the frenzied ones before.
Everyone thinks Theo is dispassionate, a creature of unshakable restraint, and yeah okay he is but he's also much more. There's a wilder side to him that few get to see, an almost feral brutality that you adore just as much as his quiet calm.
It's that part you want right now. Fingers slipping under his shirt to rake your nails down his abdomen.
"More." You pant as he hisses and presses himself harder into your body. " Theo, I need you to ruin me."
The noise that claws from his chest is half snarl, half groan, his hand ripping from your shorts to blindly reach for the door handle beside you, fully intending on shoving you across the backseat and diving between your legs to fulfil every inch of your whispered plea.
He freezes at the sound of his name being yelled through the quiet street, a throaty chuckle building in his throat when you peer over your shoulder before letting out an embarrassed squeak and burying your face into his neck.
"You guys actually plan on getting your asses in here or what? I'm starving!" Mattheo shouts from the door, his teasing laughter echoing behind him as he saunters back inside.
"We'll be there in a second, Matt." Theo yells back.
His face when you peer back up at him, flushed and slightly mortified, is bright with amusement, his eyes glinting from where he's trying his best to contain his laughter and his soft lips tilted into a crooked smirk.
"Stop enjoying this so much, you menace." You grumble at him, more than slightly pissed by the interruption and the unsated need tensing at your insides.
He dips his head, presses his lips to yours in a soft kiss that slowly turns syrupy and hot. You can feel him grinning before he pulls away, raising the fingers that had been buried deep inside of you to his mouth and licking them clean, his eyes searing into yours.
"Sorry, tesoro." He murmurs when he's satisfied they're clean, stepping back from your stunned body with a playful wink. "Looks like you'll just have to wait."
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You can't wait.
Theodore Nott, the so-called reserved one of the group, is an unforgiving tease.
He knows you're a mess. Knows you're blood is thick with want, sluggish in your veins and making you fray apart at the seams from the weight of it.
You asked him to ruin you and he's doing it without barely lifting a finger.
He touches you everywhere except from where you need him, the epitome of decency whilst in front of the other guys if you didn't know any better but you do.
When his knuckles stroke down your sides, over the soft curve of your belly, it's because he's thinking of pulling off your bottoms and kneading the plump flesh of your ass, spreading it apart whilst he bends you over the outdoor table and buries his face into you from behind.
When he hauls you onto his lap in the pool, your back stuck to the warm planes of his chest and the rigid length of him slot between your thighs whilst his fingers skim your ribs just below the band of your top. You know he wants you to think about his hands slipping beneath the flimsy cups, nimble fingers teasing your nipples into stiffened peaks whilst he sinks himself into the tight warmth of your pussy.
Even when he traces shapes on the back of your neck, the soft juncture where it meets your shoulder, whilst the two of you talk and laugh and drink with boys as you lounge in the sun. All you can think about is his hand clasped gently around your throat as he fucks you until you scream.
This is what madness feels like, it must be.
If you don't do something soon you think the heat twisting your belly will actually split you open.
An idea comes to you then, something wicked that makes you grin - giddy with excitement.
You slip away from the group, telling them you need the toilet and snagging your shorts off the side when you step into the house. You've been in the sun so long your swimsuit has fully dried and you take the opportunity to slide the bottoms off before dragging your shorts back on and pocketing them as you exit the bathroom.
When you step back outside into the heat, the boys have fanned out. Draco, Blaise and Enzo are locked in some intense looking discussion, Mattheo is floating contentedly in the pool and Theo seems to have taken it upon himself to feed you all.
He relaxes into you when you come up behind him and slide your arms around his waist, a soft content smile on his face as you press sweet kisses to his back.
It's then that you sneak the bikini bottoms out of your back pocket and slide them into his, pinching his ass as you do so and running away with a breathless laugh when he swats yours with the spatula in return.
You sit yourself between by Blaise and Enzo, get dragged into some wild debate that you honestly don't have a clue about but you try your best to follow along anyway, so intently in fact that you barely notice when Theo disappears inside until Mattheo pipes up that the food should be done by now but where the hell is the chef?
You frown as you look around to see that Mattheo is in fact right and your boyfriend is nowhere to be seen. Standing up and stretching your sleeping muscles, you assure them you'll go find out just where he's disappeared to.
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You call out his name as you enter the house, chewing your lip in confusion as no reply follows. The kitchen is empty so he's not getting a drink, you pop your head out the front door to see if he's grabbing something from his car but there's no one there either.
Bathroom probably you think, padding upstairs just to check if he's okay so you can have some peace of mind.
It's quiet again when you call his name so you knock on the bathroom door instead.
"Theo? You in there, baby?" You ask in concern before yelping as the door whips open and a large hand shoots out to drag you inside.
"What the hell." You snap as your back hits the door.
He's standing in front of you, so close that his breath fans across your face in sharp pants. Your eyes widen as you slowly take him in, his own gaze dark and more than a little wild, as he slowly raises his hand and lets your bikini bottoms dangle from his fingers.
Oh.
Shit.
"Want to tell me why you decided to walk around our friend's house with no panties on, amore?" He murmurs low, his voice tight and dark as his eyes dip to your shorts before slowly trailing back to your face.
"Theo." You gulp.
"Did I go too far, dolcezza?" He says softly, his hand reaching and cupping your throbbing pussy through your shorts. "Did I tease you so much that you couldn't even wait until we got home for my cock."
A teasing grin quirks at his lips when you shudder and nod, a small whine rattling in your throat as he grinds the heel of his palm against the puffy flesh of your clit.
"Need me to make it better?" He leans into you, mouthing soft kisses at the curve of your jaw. "Need me to make you cum?"
"Fuck - Theo, please." You whisper.
The world spins. He grabs you by your hips, turns you around quick and stalks you back across the room until you hit the counter. He hauls you up on to the surface, chuckling when you gasp at the cold on your thighs and nearly fall back into the sink before his arm loops around your back and holds you steady.
"I've got you." He grins.
He waits until you're in a secure position to pop the button on your shorts and drag them down your legs. They drop to the floor with the softest thump and then he's on you.
He surges up, one hand tangling in your hair to drag you to his lips whilst the other finds it's way between your thighs and sinks two fingers deep into your heat.
Your broken cry is swallowed down by his tongue licking into your mouth - he tastes like beer and something sweet, probably the fruit that was supposed to be for your cocktails, and you moan as his fingers curl and press down against something you could never reach yourself.
"Does that feel good? You're so fucking wet already." Theo purrs, low and rough, pulling your hair lightly so he can watch every spark of pleasure you feel dance across your eyes.
He presses deeper, strokes and scissors his fingers quicker and your belly rolls itself in knots that are set ablaze. You've been so worked up from the very moment you'd got in his car and everything after that you're already desperately close.
Your hips are canting into his hand, his name an intelligible babble falling from your mouth in shards of gasps as the heel of his hand catches once again on your clit and the knots in your belly unravel so fast you can't breathe as you shatter.
"Good girl." He whispers as you chant his name, groaning into your mouth when you grab his shoulders and devour him with your lips and tongue as he wrings the last ounces of pleasure from your orgasm.
He sucks you off his fingers once again when he removes them from within you, his eyes fluttering closed as you watch breathless and panting.
"You taste so sweet." He sighs.
And then his eyes snap open with a hungry gleam and you freeze, he can't honestly be thinking of doing what you think he is after you've just been torn apart by his fingers.
But he's already dropping to his knees, spreading yours further apart so he can watch you flutter and clench around nothing as the aftershocks tremble through your body. He places soft kisses up both thighs, nuzzling you with his cheek so his stubble scratches against the tender skin in the way he knows you love.
You're sensitive though and your body shakes under even the lightest touches. You hand shooting out to cup his chin as you lift his head to look at you.
"I don't think I can it's too much." You whine softly and he tuts at you with a teasing grin.
"But you wanted to cum so bad, amore." He pouts at you, removing your fingers from his jaw before kissing each one. "So now you're going to, as many times as I want."
His hands suddenly grasp into the meat of your ass and he's hauling you right to the edge of the counter before burying his face into your soaked folds. He laps and laps at the mess of your previous release before latching his mouth around your swollen clit and sucking hard.
Pleasure rips through you like a wildfire, searing your veins and filling your lungs until they burn with the need to gulp down air only you can't because it's so fucking much and your hand is bruised beneath the blunt sting of your teeth to stop you from screaming.
Lust blown eyes snap to yours when you loose a broken wail into the back of your hand, you feel him grin even as he moans - smug and satisfied - against your heated flesh and it makes you even weaker for him. You love when Theo gets confident with you.
"Holy fuck, Theo." Your voice trembles as he drags his tongue up the length of your pussy, your fingers sliding into the thick waves of his hair and gripping tight to grind against his mouth.
His fingertips dig deeper into the globes of your ass when you pull his hair, hands kneading and spreading you open as he growls and spears you on his tongue, the wet muscle thrusting and licking inside you before he replaces it with two fingers sliding knuckle deep.
Everything feels hot, slow all of a sudden. It's like you can hear your heart beating in your chest and the rush of blood in your veins. Your body goes tight, arching into him as he twists his fingers and sucks and nibbles at your clit.
There's a pressure building deep, something earth shattering and devastating and you try to warn him, try to pull him away from your throbbing pussy but then he swirls his tongue and you're done for.
It's intense, the way your release pulses in searing waves of heat throughout your entire body. It's wet and messy, you just can't stop shaking and Theo still has his mouth fused to your core, licking up every single drop that gushes from you with delighted moans.
His eyes are bright and proud when he finally rocks back on his heels and let's you slump back against the cool glass of the mirror whilst you remember how to breathe. Your cheeks are burning when you see the state of him.
He's drenched. Droplets of you cling to his chin, gloss over the plump flesh of his lips and run down his neck to dampen the collar of his shirt, which also you realise with another flush, has not escaped unscathed either.
You open your mouth to babble apologies, he has to go back out to his friends looking like that and you're slightly mortified, but he sees the look in your eyes before you can utter a single word.
He cups your cheeks in his warm, calloused hands and kisses you full on the mouth, slipping his tongue past your lips so you can taste the sweet tang of yourself that lingers on him. It makes you soft, any worry you had melting away as he murmurs breathlessly against your lips.
"You're so fucking perfect amore, so good to me. Think you can take me or do you need a break?"
You're boneless, a sloppy mess of wrung out pleasure but at his words another flame ignites in your belly. You want him inside you. He's made you cum exhaustingly hard already but something deep in your gut aches to have him buried within you. To feel all of him surrounding you.
"I'm okay." You whisper, reaching for the waistband of his shorts and pulling him closer between your thighs. "I want you, Theo."
"Fuck." He rasps as you kiss his jaw, the column of his throat and the broad muscles of his chest whilst your fingers hook into his shorts and slowly drag them down.
He lets you wrap gentle fingers around the swollen length of him, curses under his breath as you pump him slowly and spread the slick precum across his tip with your thumb. His arms tremble with the effort of holding back as you position him at your entrance, rubbing him against your dripping slit before murmuring in his ear.
"I want you to fuck me hard Theo, take what you need baby."
He groans wild and ragged, knocking your hand away and surging his hips forward to bury himself to the hilt.
"Theo! Oh god–"
You cry out at the sudden stretch, the thick weight of his cock spearing through your walls punching the air from your lungs as you claw at his back.
"You feel like fucking heaven." He groans. "Holy shit."
He can't go slow, not when the feel of you so slippery and warm, strangling his cock, feels like it's gonna fucking swallow him whole.
He yanks his hip back before snapping them forward, air hissing through his teeth as your pussy flutters. His hand presses low against your back just above your ass, fusing your hips to his as you lean back and meet every single bruising thrust he gives you.
Your legs come to circle around his hips, locking him tight and drawing him closer, deeper.
He nearly fucking chokes on it, the way you sob as he repeatedly knocks that sensitive spot that makes you fall apart so perfectly for him, the loud squelch of your pussy as his free hand slams on the counter for support whilst he rams into you as hard as he can because you asked him so sweetly to.
You're whimpering his name, lips swollen from the drag of his teeth over the plump flesh, the urgent need in which he lays claim to your mouth whilst spikes of pleasure shred up and down his spine.
Theo. Theo. Theo.
He'll never tire of hearing it, never tire of wringing it from your lungs whilst you clench desperate and needy around his cock. Your feet pressing into the curve of his ass to try and push him even deeper as you clench hard each time he pounds that exact spot.
His free hand grips your chin, forcing you to look him in the eyes as your end draws close. He feels the shudder that wracks through your entire body when he demands.
"Cum for me, bella."
"Fuck! Fuck - Theo!" You whimper, tensing hard before you spasm in his hold, your eyes wide on his as your pussy clamps down hard around his cock.
Something strangled escapes his throat - he thinks it's your name but he can't be sure - too busy shoving his tongue in your mouth and winding it around yours as his cock stiffens and then pulses, filling you up with warmth.
He's panting, grinning like an idiot when you finally let go of him and sink back against the mirror completely spent. You're an absolute wreck, gorgeous as hell but a wreck. And it's all because of him.
The sated glow in your eyes and sweaty sheen of your skin is because of him and he fucking loves it. It stirs something primal and fierce in his chest, a deep sense of satisfaction that makes him want to see you this way for the rest of your life.
You roll your eyes teasingly when you see his giddy smile. Your heart blooming with softness for the man in front of you and the twinkle you love so much in those blue eyes.
He opens his mouth, intending on saying something that will no doubt melt your already tender heart, when a loud bang on the door startles you both.
"Are you finished fucking in there." Mattheo shouts through, unmistakable laughter shaking his voice. "Enzo needs a piss and the two of you have been ages!"
➵ summary: Theo has a temper and a certain grumpiness about him, except with you, no, never with you.
➵ word count- 1.3k
➵ tw- swearing, mentions of anxiety, fighting, sexual innuendos, really bad writing :(
➵ a/n- this isn’t my best writing, and im not particularly proud of it, but I was itching to have something posted and this idea just came to me! I promise I usually write better than this, so please be kind! also, Theo is my baby and I love him. also, thinking about writing another part for this. anyway, happy reading!
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“If you don’t fuck off I’ll hex you into next Tuesday.” Theo seethed through gritted teeth, towering over the wide eyed Gryffindor boy who had a thing or two to say about yours and Theo’s relationship.
“He means it.” Draco sneered.
“Merlin, you Slytherins are all talk. You intimidate the rest of us but you’ll never actually do shit.” The boy’s friend scoffed, stepping up to defend him.
“Maybe we would if you lot wouldn’t all scatter like rats just at the sight of us.” Blaise piped up behind Theo, crossing his arms.
This had all started because the three Slytherin friends walked by a couple Gryffindors on their way back from Hogsmeade, and the two from the opposing house spewed harsh words to Theo.
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