Saturdaze @ ΣΧ
Blaise Zabini x f! reader
Blaise’s Banquet
Summary: modern! frat! au—you can’t spell sΣΧ without ΣΧ
Warnings: NSFW 18+ porn with plot, p in v, consent is cool
word count: 4.2k
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You spin aimlessly in your desk chair, head shaking as you try your best to fend off your too-extraverted-for-their-own-good friends. Your lit analysis essay had been sitting long forgotten on your desk, the bright screen of your laptop glaring at you as you glare at Pansy and Daph. If they wanted you to leave your and Pansy's tiny, shared dorm room, they would have to drag you out kicking and screaming.
"Nope. Not going," you state definitively to neither girl in particular since neither girl was really paying attention to you at that exact moment.
Both were rifling through your very limited closet space, pushing some clothes to the side and throwing other items haphazardly around the room.
"I know it has to be in here somewhere. I gave it to her for her last birthday, and she wouldn't dare throw out a gift," you hear Pansy mutter until finally, "Aha!"
Pansy brandishes her prize up into the air to reveal the slinky scrap of black fabric that she had indeed gifted you for your last birthday.
"Found it!" she exclaims gleefully, holding the supposed dress out to you—not so much as an offering, but as a direct order.
"Come on, y/n. Pleeease. You have to go! It's Sigma Chi's last rager of the year. And you know their parties are legendary across campus," Daphne begs, grabbing you by your arms and pulling you up from your chair.
"You're going. If for no other reason than to support me in finding out if all the rumors about Draco and his dragon are true," Pansy snickers.
Draco Malfoy was the President of Sigma Chi and he and Pansy had been dancing around each other for ages. If the two of them didn't get together at the party tonight, you weren't sure if you'd be able to sit through another coffee debrief where Pansy speculated about what Draco was hiding in his tailored trousers. Rolling your eyes, you snatch the dress from Pansy's outstretched hand, flipping your friends off before turning around to change.
"Please," Daphne scoffs as you shimmy into the dress. "The only rumors y/n cares about are the ones about Blaise Zabini and who he invites into his bed."
You feel your chest tighten ever so slightly at the mention of his name, but you force yourself to appear unaffected as you turn back around to face your friends.
"Who Blaise takes to bed is none of my business," you say primly as Pansy hands you a tube of mascara.
Blaise Zabini was the Vice President of Sigma Chi. While Draco might have been the face of the Fraternity, Blaise was the one pulling all the strings behind the scenes. He was cold, calculating, arrogant, and just maybe part of the reason you'd been avoiding the party tonight. Because somehow, for reasons beyond your comprehension, his gaze had landed on you. And not just in fleeting glances, but with the kind of stares that caused the hairs on the back of your neck to prickle until your eyes met his from across the room and the corners of his mouth would turn up just enough for you to know you were being watched.
Just the thought of his intense stare was enough for goosebumps to form on your bare arms. Curse Pansy and her skimpy dressing habits.
"Besides," you continue, "I'm pretty sure the only things that the boys at Sigma Chi keep in their pretty little heads, are the rules to beer pong and their little black book." You put a heavy emphasis on the word book as you pop your lips, admiring the thin coat of gloss that you'd applied.
"With the way he looks at you, you're practically in that book already," Pansy snickers, stealing your lip gloss right out of your fingers and applying it herself.
"Hey now. I've known Blaise since we were in diapers," Daphne defends. "He isn't like that. Mostly. He's typically quite picky."
"Yeah. And he picked, y/n. He's practically been eye-fucking her for weeks," Pansy interjects.
You feel heat starting to rise to your cheeks at your friend's vulgar language.
"Wow, I do not want to talk about this anymore. Thank you," you squeak out, rather mortified by the whole conversation.
Because yes, obviously, you'd noticed the way Blaise looked at you. You'd have to be blind not to. And, obviously, you'd noticed the way he flirted within an inch of his life whenever you did make the rare appearance at the Sigma Chi house. And of course, you obviously felt the jolt of electricity that shot through you whenever Blaise went out of his way to make sure his fingertips brushed against yours for any given reason.
Did you want to climb him like a tree? Yes, of course.
But despite what Daphne and Pansy said, and what you knew from your own observation, Blaise was still something of a flight risk to you. He was an enigma and whatever it was about him that made your gut churn about restlessly whenever the two of you were within twenty feet of each other, was not something you needed in your life right now.
"Alright, are we ready?" Daphne asks finally once the three of you had put the finishing touches on your makeup.
"Me? Never," you reply dryly as you try to smooth out your dress.
"Well you better get ready, because you look positively edible," Pansy says, dragging you out the door.
Great. You were practically being served to Blaise Zabini on a silver platter. You'd folded much too easily.
When you arrive, you can already hear music pouring out of the Sigma Chi house as you approach the entrance.
"Names?"
One of the pledges sits inside the door way looking painfully bored as he scrolls through the list of names on his dim laptop.
"Alright, you three are good," he sighs gesturing for you to go on inside.
You can feel the bass pulsating through your veins as you take the usual path to the main room where you're immediately hit by flashing, neon lights and the music's volume suddenly sounds about a thousand times louder. The sensory overload is a bit overwhelming, but a wave of calm flows over you as Daphne hands you a drink and you take your first sip.
"There they are, Sigma Chi's favorite ladies," the familiar drawl of Draco's voice reaches over the crowd as the blonde approaches, his commanding presence parting bodies like water.
"Malfoy. Flattery gets you no where here. You know that," Pansy replies coolly, though you can tell she's eating it up inside.
You watch as Draco smirks down at your friend, his hand finding its way to her lower back as he pulls her to him.
"We're about to start a game. Join us." He looks up at you. "We'll need a fourth. You too."
It's not much of an invitation, but you shrug and follow the two love birds down to the basement where furniture had been pushed up against the walls to make space for the holy grail of frat parties. The beer pong tables.
You feel his presence before you see him—the hairs on the back of your neck prickling just before he appears by your side. He looked good. Mouth wateringly so.
His cologne is strong and his eyes are as hungry as ever as he takes you in, eyes raking over the ridiculous article of clothing that Pansy called a dress. You were beginning to feel a bit self conscious about the way it clung to every bend and curve of your body under Blaise's intense gaze. It was definitely a mistake coming here.
"Didn't know if you'd be here tonight." His voice is like honey in your ear, his breath warm against your cheek.
When had he gotten so close?
"Didn't plan to show. But you know how Daph and Pans can be."
His laugh is low and dangerous and it makes your heart want to beat right out of your chest.
"Come on. Looks like you're with me," he says, hands on your waist as he leads you over to the table where Pansy and Draco are already waiting.
His hands feel like fire, but when he finally lets go, all you want is to feel that delicious burning sensation once more.
But that's not what was important right now. Your focus needed to be lasered in on the game in front of you. Rows of red solo cups, two ping pong balls, and a competitive streak that was begging to be let out.
"I don't like to lose," you warn, looking up at Blaise with a sudden burst of confidence.
You watch as a wicked grin spreads across Blaise's face.
"Me neither."
As soon as the game starts, you lose yourself in the familiar feeling of cheap plastic between your fingertips and the soft splash of a ball being sunk. Despite your best efforts to maintain focus though, you have to wonder if Blaise is acting as a double agent here because he's doing everything in his power to distract you.
"Didn't realize I was playing with a pro," he murmurs into your ear, one hand permanently melded into the small of your back as you play.
"Anyone looks like a pro when you're used to playing against drunk frat boys," you tease back, sinking another cup.
He's so close—every movement results in you brushing up against him—and the warmth of his body radiates off of him, inviting you in. He chuckles again and you hope he doesn't notice the shudder the deep sound sends through you, straight to your core.
You hardly notice your friends in that moment. Daphne had slunk off ages ago, Pansy and Draco were just echoes in the background as your world locks in on Blaise. It was disorientating how much you were drawn to him—how much you wanted his gaze to stay trained on you. Just you. It doesn't even fully sink in when Blaise lands the final shot and Pansy shoots you a good natured eye-roll. You'd won. But all you see are Blaise's dark eyes burning into you, a triumphant smirk on his face. The ping pong ball slips from your finger tips as Blaise leans down to whisper into your ear.
"Let me take you upstairs."
You knew what that meant. Everyone knew what that meant. But in that moment, you wanted it. Bad.
As if in a trance, you let Blaise take your hand, leading you through the crowd and pointedly ignoring the exaggerated wink Pansy sends your way.
The two of you make your way back up to the main floor, and then up the grand staircase where you're met with a dark, quiet hallway. You'd never been to the top floor before. It wasn't like you'd imagined. There's a distinct lack of beer stains on the carpet for one thing. And no street signs hung like trophies on the walls.
Blaise's room is at the end of the long hallway. The last door on the left. And it's exactly how you imagined it would be. Not that you'd ever imagined what his room would be like of course.
Clean would be an understatement. His room was immaculate—everything had a place and was organized down to the last detail. The bed is made perfectly with lush, satin sheets, expertly pressed shirts hang in the closet, and his desk is arranged with surgical precision. You'd never guess that the room belonged to a college frat boy, but it perfectly encapsulates Blaise.
As soon as you cross the threshold, the door clicks shut behind you and you're suddenly aware of just how real the whole situation is. Strangely though, you feel perfectly calm.
It's quiet as Blaise's eyes rake over you once more, seemingly drinking in every detail of his latest conquest. His hands on your waist keep you close and you're sure he can feel the racing beat of your heart. He leans down, lips hovering just centimeters away from your own. Finally.
"Do you want this as badly as I do?"
You barely hear the question as the words ghost across your lips. You tilt your chin up, lips grazing his. He pulls back, gaze staring down at you intently.
"Your eyes are saying yes, but I need that pretty little mouth of yours to tell me the same," he murmurs.
With those words, you're simply putty in his hands.
"Please, Blaise," you hear yourself whine before his lips crash into yours.
It's pure hunger as your arms snake around the boy's neck, pulling him closer and pressing yourself into him. There's no hesitation as your lips move against each other's—just weeks of tension melting away as you let his tongue explore your mouth.
His lips are deliciously soft and taste like cheap liquor—you're sure you could get drunk off his kisses.
His hands move boldly—feeling, groping—no awkward fumbling, just self-assured exploration that leaves your skin burning beneath his finger tips.
You're not exactly sure how you end up perched atop his desk, and you barely register him pushing his things to the side into a cluttered heap. All you can focus on is the gentle pressure of his lips on yours, and the satisfying ache in your core. You feel a shiver run up your spine as one of Blaise's hands slides down your thigh, gripping tightly as he hitches your leg up and around his waist.
You can't help the moan that escapes your lips as Blaise grinds his hips into you, his hard bulge pressing against you. You could swear you hear Blaise growl in response, but it gets swallowed by another heated kiss. He continues to grind into your core, and when you can't take another second of it, your hands find their way desperately to his trousers, tearing away at zippers and elastic until the pesky clothing items are pooled together on the floor.
"Hmm," Blaise hums against your mouth, a smirk clear in his voice. "You aren't very patient are you?" he asks, palming himself in one hand.
"Please," you whimper, trying desperately to find some sort of friction against your soaking core.
"So wet for me. So needy. All you have to do is tell me what you want. And I'll give it to you," he teases, as his lips ghost over your once more.
"I want—need you to fuck me. Please Blaise."
The mortification of begging would probably hit you later, but right now it was the least of your worries.
Apparently that was all Blaise needed to hear though as he pools your dress up around your waist in one swift movement. He doesn't even bother removing the soaked lace beneath, just moving it to the side as he carefully aligns himself.
"Don't even think about stopping now," you groan as Blaise meets your eyes once more.
You'd never seen them burn with such blazing intensity.
He pushes in with one, swift stroke, and your nails dig into his shoulders as you hold on for dear life. You can feel every ridge, every vein inside you as he stretches your walls to their limit.
"You are so, so perfect," Blaise rasps as he slowly begins to move inside you before capturing your lips in another heated kiss.
Your head falls back, eyes fluttering shut as Blaise hits a particularly deep thrust. His lips press against your jawline, your throat, continuing down until they find a hardened nipple through the thin fabric of your dress. You choke on your gasp as Blaise teases the hardened nub with his tongue, all while maintaining a relentless pace inside you. All you can do is lose yourself to the sensation of Blaise pounding into you.
And it was a mind numbing, rhythmic assault, each thrust sending shocks of pleasure up your spine.
You can feel him watching you too. That ever familiar tingle on the back of your neck that let you know his eyes were locked in on you as your mouth opens to let another blissful moan escape.
His angle shifts ever so slightly, and you don't even recognize the sound that comes out of your mouth, but you can feel Blaise's grin against your skin.
"Right there," he preens, thrusting forward and finding his mark again as waves of pleasure wash through you.
He's determined now, hands finding their way to your knees, spreading your legs further and allowing him to push impossibly deeper. You can barely think straight as he pushes you further and further towards the edge, sending your mind spiraling. It was a truly exhilarating feeling.
"So close, come for me," Blaise grunts into your ear, his deep voice melting your insides further.
It doesn't take much more before the waves of euphoria rush over you, your back arching, and toes curling as you clench down on Blaise's cock. The moan that leaves Blaise's mouth is probably the most erotic sound you've ever heard and this time it's your turn to capture his mouth with yours.
You start to see white behind your eyes as Blaise slowly works you down from the edge, soft praise whispered in your ear as his hand find your thighs once more and he lifts. Your legs tighten around his waist as he moves you over to the bed before pulling out. You let out a whimper at the sudden loss.
Your mourning is short lived though because with one, swift movement, Blaise's shirt is up and over his head and godhe was a sight. Then he's on you once more, deft fingers making quick work of the zipper on your dress—then it joins the rest of the discarded clothes somewhere on the floor and you're left in delicate lace that didn't really cover much of anything.
You watch as Blaise leans down to press a soft kiss to the inside of your thigh and heat rekindles in your core.
"Better than I ever imagined. I fucking knew you were perfect," he murmurs against your skin before taking the lace of your panties in his teeth and dragging them slowly down your legs.
You had no idea why you had ever tried to convince yourself that this would be a mistake.
His fingers between your legs draw yet another inhumane sound from between your lips and you watch as Blaise's eyes bore into yours as he licks his fingers clean.
"Still so, so wet for me."
You want to scream, beg him to fill you back up again as he hovers above you, but you'd done enough begging and you needed to wipe that cocky grin off his face.
Hooking your leg around his, you roll him onto his back, effectively swapping positions as you perch prettily on top of him. He gazes up at you with something like pure, unadulterated reverence as you sink yourself back down onto his cock and you both moan out in unison.
His hands find their way to your breasts, kneading the tender flesh, teasing your nipples as you rock your hips back and forth on his cock.
"Fuck. Feels so good," you gasp, relishing the slow, blissful feeling of his cock disappearing into you.
You see Blaise's jaw tighten, his hands falling to your waist now, fingers digging into your skin so hard you're sure that they're imprinted on you permanently. The pace he sets is brutal, hands guiding you up and down as his hips thrust up to meet your own.
The sounds coming out of your mouth are downright sinful as you hear yourself cry out, caught up in the overwhelming sensation of being filled to the brim.
A hand snakes down between your legs, thumb finding your clit—circling once, twice.
"That's it. You can take it," Blaise grunts, thrusting in at a new angle that has you seeing stars.
You feel like your world has shattered as you fall apart on Blaise's cock once more.
"God, you feel so good. Such a perfect little cunt—" Blaise's words come out raspy and you can barely make them out properly through the post orgasmic haze that was clouding your mind.
He's close. You can feel it in the way each thrust becomes wilder than the last. More desperate.
"Please Blaise, fill me up. Come for me."
Your legs tremble as he continues to slam into you, the room spinning as every sensation feels like its magnified.
The feeling of Blaise finally spilling into you, cock pulsing, is pure ecstasy. You hold yourself there—relishing the moment, burning the image of Blaise's climax into your memory.
When he eventually pulls out, you collapse onto his chest, comforted by his soft, rhythmic heartbeat as you lay there satisfied and exhausted, juices trickling down your thighs.
You don't know how long you lay there for, just the two of you and the sounds of shallow breathing. At some point, you roll off Blaise's chest, but he's quick to pull you close, tucking you tenderly beneath his arm as you rest your head on his chest.
Just before your eyes flutter shut, you feel his lips press a soft kiss to your forehead as another arm wraps tightly around you. Safe. Secure.
The room is exactly as you left it when your eyes blink open again—slowly adjusting to the light. You're still tucked comfortably in Blaise's arms and you can feel his steady breath on your neck.
The music is still going downstairs and you can still hear the party in full swing.
You don't want to leave.
But the longer you lay there awake in the warmth of Blaise's arms, the faster the cold, harsh reality of your situation hits you.
This had just been a hookup. It had been a long time coming, sure. Built up over weeks and weeks of pent up sexual tension. But it had only ever been meant to last for a night.
You try to shift quietly, careful not to wake the sleeping frat boy whose vice-like grip was currently holding you hostage. But the more you try to slip away, the tighter his hold on you becomes.
"Where do you think you're going?"
The low timber of his voice sends shivers down your spine and heat begins to crawl up your neck as you realize you'd been caught.
"Back to my dorm. I still have an essay I need to finish," you reply.
The excuse is laughably weak, but you don't know what else to say.
"The essay can wait. Go back to sleep."
His words are deliciously tempting, but you know that if you stay it will only hurt more when you have to leave in the morning. And you weren't anywhere near ready to analyze that particular feeling.
"Blaise, I need to go."
"You don't."
You can feel your frustration mounting as you try again to untangle yourself from Blaise's arms. Forcefully this time. But his grip remains firm.
He shifts the two of you until your noses are practically touching and he can stare intently into your eyes. You're still caged in his arms, but the seriousness in his demeanor makes your body still.
"You. Are not. Going. Anywhere," he says evenly, dark eyes unwavering as he makes his assertion.
You open your mouth to protest, but the words are lost on your tongue as Blaise presses a soft kiss to your lips.
"I have waited far too long to have you here with me. I picked you out weeks ago because you are smart—" a soft kiss lands on the tip of your nose, "and witty—" another kiss, "competitive and beautiful—" a third kiss dusts your nose. "You don't back down, or shy away from my intensity. You are perfect. You are here because I want you to be here, and I want you to want to be here with me."
The words coming out of his mouth don't seem real, but there's a flash of vulnerability in his eyes that makes your heart do a stutter step in your chest as your breath catches in your throat.
"Is this what you want?"
The question hangs in the air between the two of you, and for a moment you feel paralyzed.
This was not the cocky, arrogant Blaise that you were used to. The one that knew he could have anything he wanted with a snap of his fingers and moved with an air of unbridled confidence. This Blaise had uncommon depth and humility that served to draw you in deeper. You liked every version of the boy before you, but seeing—hearing him like this sparked something deep inside you.
Any sense of doubt you might have had disappears from your mind as your head slowly nods 'yes'.
"I want this. I want you. I'll stay."
You can't help the small smile that spreads across your lips as Blaise lets out a sigh of relief before pulling you close once more.
"Go back to sleep. And in the morning I'll take you out and get you a coffee and show the whole campus what's been mine all along."
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