KINKTOBER ‘25, DAY 5: BRAT TAMING. FACE SLAPPING.
PAIRING: best friend! lorenzo berkshire x female! reader
SUMMARY: you hate lorenzo berkshire. lorenzo berkshire hates you… but people who hate each other don’t get jealous of other people… but lorenzo is always open to tame your bratty attitude!
CONTENT WARNINGS: 18+ CONTENT, rough sex, outside sex, spit as lube, jealousy, dirty talk, brat taming, big dick! lorenzo berkshire, face slapping, lorenzo loves you but he won’t admit it, bratty! reader
AUTHOR'S NOTE: meow. I luv this dude, back when the slytherin boys were popular, lorenzo was always my favorite (mainly for louis partridge + lorenzo is a hot name) so I wanted to add this mf to kinktober!
you and lorenzo berkshire hated each other.
you two were competing for the top nineteen year olds in hogwarts and he was doing better than you. he pissed you off in potion class, he pissed you off with each wink he gave you after the test scores came back and he’d be on top of you.
lorenzo hated when you won (or did he), he hated that stupid smile on your face when professors gave you a higher score than him, when your bets for quidditch beat his bets, and he hated how you were able to deconstruct him so badly that it made him question his own tastes.
lorezno berkshire hated how attractive you are, because he was attracted to you, and he hated to admit that he was wrong about his feelings.
he hated that bitchy attitude you had, the eye rolls you gave him, the curses you’d thrown at him each time he said something to you. he hates it as much as he loves it.
it would eventually reach a boiling point, he knew this… and it just so happens that you two were on the perfect streak of brattiness on both sides that it would reach the said boiling point needed for lorenzo to confront his real feelings.
he won a quidditch match you wanted him to lose. you scored higher on one of mcgonagall’s transfiguration quizzes. you won the twenty chocolate frogs you two used to bet on a broom race. he flirted with one of your best friends right in front of you with that shitty smirk on his face. and now? you two were at the same party as one another, one of cedric’s parties in a rented manor on the outskirts of the wizarding school.
the music was thumping around you like a pulsating heart— loud, intoxicating, impossible to ignore and nearly impossible to talk over. each surface of the manor was packed, sweaty bodies pressed too damn close, lights flashing in sync with the music, different scents of perfume and cologne mixing together like a haze. you stuck with your friends, but eventually, you got lost in the crowd.
most of the houses were there, a large majority of it being a mix of gryffindor and slytherins, with a good chunk of ravenclaws and hufflepuffs (considering it’s cedric’s party). of course, lorenzo was here too… and he was lurking around the party, talking to different people… and looking at you like a storm waiting to break.
in particular, he couldn’t stop looking at you and that damn guy you’re talking to.
he wasn’t jealous— no way was he jealous, how could he be jealous of you when he doesn’t even like you that much! but the guy you were talking to? no way he could handle you.
the guy you were talking to, he was a nice guy from hufflepuff’s house that was invited through blaze. the guy was younger than you, sipping from a water bottle and keeping his eyes on you as you talked to him about your set of classes compared to his. you were talking about one of his classes he had that you previously attended and was giving him advice for. the boy was cute, you weren’t going to lie to yourself. he had a charm to him that was irresistible… but he was no lorenzo.
you laugh a little too loud at something the guy said, both of your smiles appearing on your faces, lorenzo swears he heard a bone in his jaw crack as his jaw clenched. he looked over at theodore for support, but he was far too engrossed in another girl to help his friend out.
then, the guy leaned in, getting closer to you, and you brushed your hand against his arm. the guy had some muscles, you won’t lie— but nothing like lorenzo’s. your body language is clear to his mind; fun, teasing, but distant from any actual feelings for the guy.
with a simple glance to your right side, you caught his gaze from across the room— it wasn’t a nice glance. it wasn’t warm, it was ice cold, his eyebrows furrowed and the glint in his eye? you couldn’t quite place it, was it annoyance? or was it possession? or was it jealousy? he was unreadable and you hated that about him. he had a phenomenal poker face.
and it was as if the timing couldn’t get any better, one of the guy’s friends pulled him away from you. he ushered so many apologies to you as he was dragged away, and you accepted them, waving at him as he disappeared into the crowd… but when you looked back into the direction that lorenzo was standing? he wasn’t there anymore.
you took the chance to sneak away from the crowd, pushing past people— some drunk, some sober, some tipsy, some high. your shoulders bumped into people, pushing past bodies and feeling the sweat of it all. and as you weave yourself through the crowd, before you knew it, a pair of fingers wrapped around your wrist and yanked you off to the side, away from the crowd and into one of the manor’s hallways.
you look up at the guy who dragged you… and you weren’t too shocked at it; lorenzo.
“oh, hey, enzo!” you say, taking back your wrist from him. his eyes glint nicely in the moonlight, you won’t lie to yourself.
lorenzo looked at you, eyes analyzing your body language as he spoke. “never knew you’d stoop so low.” he says, looking over to the crowd before looking back at you.
you chuckle, looking at him with that damn look that pissed him off, like you knew how you affected him. “oh, c’mon berkshire… don’t act like that…”
he rolls his eyes at your answer, crossing his arms. “you’re willing to spread your legs for a damn hufflepuff? really?” he questions.
“god forbid a girl has options for guys interested in me.” you shoot back, sarcasm lacing your words as you overdramatically roll your eyes. you saw his scowl on his face and smiled. you loved making him mad.
he shook his head— almost too fast, but the scowl remained. “i just don’t understand why you’re acting like a bitch.”
“am i acting like a bitch or am i not stroking your ego like you want me to, berkshire?”
silence. he doesn’t say anything, just looking at you with that squint of his eyes, his teeth biting the inside of his cheek.
your words continue, not caring for the silence. “you mad, lorenzo? that i’m wetting their dicks and not yours?” you question him, eyebrows furrowing and a damn smile on your face.
he shakes his head. “i don’t want you around my dick with a ten foot pole.” he simply puts, and your chuckle just pisses him off even more.”
you smile, biting your lip. your eyes totally looked down at his lips before his eyes as you shrugged. “so if you have no problem with it… if you’d excuse me… i’m going to go back and see which guy wants to come home with me tonight!” you tell him. you turn to the right, rotating your body and beginning to walk back into the crowd.
the tension was electric, thick, and suffocating, your smile was bright with glee. the way your eyes burnt at his? the way his body was stiff? it was all too much.
lorenzo watches you as you begin to walk away. his jaw is clenched, his mind is telling him to leave you be, to let you go. you’re just trying to make him mad, make him break and make him lose… but he couldn’t handle it. he can’t handle the idea of another man and you, of your flirty words go to anyone else besides him; and his mind couldn’t stop his actions.
without a word, without a warning, he walks up to you as you leave and before you knew it, you were lifted up in the air. quickly, he finds a way out of the house, before anyone would notice him carrying you away.
“lorenzo! you fucking asshole!” you grunt, smacking his shoulderblade as you budged in his arms but nothing worked-- why was it attractive when he picked you up. why was this so damn attractive?
he doesn’t look at you, but he speaks to you, his tone matching yours. “you ain’t going back into that party, sorry, you fucking brat.” he shoots back, maneuvering down the halls and taking the necessary corners.
the cold night air hits you like a sharp wake up call against your heated skin, immediately feeling relaxed. the party noise dimmed as you disappeared from the house. looking around, you two are in the backyard, away from the partygoers, where no one is supposed to be, but lorenzo couldn’t care. you look around, being surrounded by the stars, by taking care of grass that didn’t overgrow, by the lights of the moon mixing with the house lights.
lorenzo walked to the fountain which was pushing water out softly, the splashes of water hitting each other filling your ears, making the party a little deafened. he finally puts you down… behind the fountain… in the dark with only the moon shining on both of you. your back was to the fountain, legs brushing against the sitting slab of the fountain.
you smile at him, putting your hands behind your pockets. “so, like… what was all that for?” you ask, trying to stop the flutter in your chest now that you’re alone with him.
lorenzo doesn’t say anything as he steps towards you, his fingers itching towards his belt. “you really don’t know when to quit, do you?” his voice was low, frustration thick beneath the surface, but there was something more.
you grin. “oh c’mon, enzo, you should be the last person saying that—”
before you could even blink… his mouth crashes against yours, his lips on yours. your eyes shoot open, hands leaving your pockets quicker than you’ve felt them before, putting them on his biceps as he backs you onto the fountain.
he didn’t try to be gentle either, he broke the kiss, seeing your flushed face as he pushed you to sit then putting you back. your shoulders hit the fountain’s edge, feeling the cold breeze of the water as your legs were shot up. your grin is all he needs. he gets a hold of your pants and unbuttons them, not even caring to unzip them before he tugs them down to your ankles.
“enzo! s-shit!” you groan out as the jean material burns against your thighs… but it felt too good, you didn’t want to stop him.
he slots himself between your now open thighs, stepping over your stretched out pants bundled down at your ankles as he undoes his own belt, shoving his hand down his boxers and pulls out his cock.
fuck. he’s thick. he’s not long, around six inches, but he’s fucking thick. it shouldn’t be possible, but he is.
“you want to be a fuckin’ brat and push me to do this…” he groans as he presses his knees down to the edge of the sitting slab of the fountain, both of your legs going on his shoulders as he grabs the middle of your panties and pushes them to the side.
he lines his thick tip up, and you chuckle— but it’s broken into a moan as he doesn’t care to prepare you, his thick tip already pushing into your folds. “f-fuck! lorenzo! i-it’s not my f-fault you react to m-me!” you moan out.
lorenzo shakes his head, groaning at how tight you are and how well you’re sucking him in, each thick inch at a time. he leans down, gurgling low in his mouth before letting it out, spitting onto your cunt. he watches his spit slide down your folds, mixing in with your stretched folds, feeling the wetness of his spit cover a little bit of both of you, making it a tiny bit easier.
you groan at the spit, he’s mean and you kind of love it. your fingers grab onto his hands, digging into the top of his hands. “f-fuck you.” you let out, taking deep breaths as the burning sensations of your pussy stretching eases with the cold wind.
“i’m already doing that.” lorenzo remarks, finally reaching the deepest parts of your walls, his balls hitting your cunt. “but since you want it too bad, baby.”
he pulls out, till his tip is the only thing your walls are squeezing, then thrusts, filling your walls again. his hips begin a pace that you can’t even begin to describe. it’s sharp, it's filling, and it’s too damn good.
your moans mix in the night sky alongside the caws of birds and the splashes of water and the faint sounds of the party. lorenzo grits his teeth with each one of his thrusts, your walls are gripping his cock so harshly as each thrust opens you up even more.
“s-shit, ‘enzo!” you crack, not wanting him to revel in the fact that he’s making you feel like this. “y-you suck at this, f-fuckkkkk.”
he cocks an eyebrow, his hips continuing their pace but with an adjustment of his hips, he moves his right hand up. before you could react, his fingers were gripping your jaw and he was forcing you to look up at him. your eyes were glossy, mouth agape. he couldn’t stop looking. “you’re beautiful when you shut the fuck up, y’know?” he says, hips not reclining for even a second.
you furrow your eyebrows, and with a change of angle of your mouth, you bite down on his fingers, purposely digging hard into them as your pussy flutters with each thrust. you hear him grunt and his thumb presses into your cheek. “of course, you- you think that, fu- fucking asshole.” you shoot back, broken by moans as his tip kisses your g-spot.
“oh my god…” he dramatically rolls his eyes, biting his tongue and moving his hips to go faster. he felt you clench immediately the moment your pussy reacts, fluttering and your fingers dig deeper. “here we go with that attitude again.” he mutters.
skin on skin slapping fills the air, your pussy finds itself getting closer to your orgasm. you’ve never had some guy fuck you so fast, so good, and so deep, and you hated the fact that it was lorenzo berkshire-- but you also love it. you’ve wanted him for so long… and you’re kind of glad you pushed him until it got too late.
lorenzo leans his head back, moaning under his breath. you feel amazing, he can feel his cock twitch with each thrust. he looks down at you, and seeing your eyes not looking at him, it makes him mad. “look at me.” he simply says, his tone sly, yet unmoving.
your eyes don’t immediately look at him, absolutely not. you keep your eyes down, watching his cock disappear and reappear, thrusting in and out and pumping pleasure in your veins.
and then, you felt it. his hand touches your cheek, it wasn’t hard but it wasn’t gentle either. he slaps your cheek, grabbing your jaw and forcing you to look at him. “l-lorenzo! fuck… so… so good.”
“there you go.” he coos, gripping your jaw harder as he moves his hips impossibly quick. and soon? you’re too close to the edge to even think. “look at me as i fuck your pussy… look at you, taking it like the good girl i always thought you were…”
you love the way his fingers feel against your skin, your legs shake. you can’t stop yourself, and without warning, without the ability for him to edge you… you fall over the edge, your eyes rolling back and a scream of his name. your pussy clenches hard, your veins are pumped full of pleasure, static goes through your ears and your thighs clench on his shoulders.
lorenzo grins, a fat smirk on his face as his hips continue, watching you go over the edge so easily. his hand remains on your cheek, his thumb dragging across your bottom lip as you moan out broken chants of his name.
your ragged breaths replace your moans, your pussy puffy and overstimulated as his pace slows down only a little, your tongue involuntarily pushes out and brushes against his thumb. “lorenzo… fuck… fuck you…”
even when you’ve been fucked filthy, you still have the attidude… but it’s not nothing lorenzo would want to change. (that's what made him fall for you in the first place.)
he grins, leaning down and pressing a kiss onto your swollen lips. “knew your pussy loved me… took it so well, baby…”
you look at him, half lidded eyes as you take your tongue back, his thumb going down to your chin. “n-no wonder girls love your dick so much… even if it’s small.”
lorenzo shakes his head. “but your pussy loves me.” he chuckles, his smirk turning into a genuine smile.
your smile couldn’t stop itself. “hell yeah it does.” and you don’t hesitate to kiss him again, his cock still warm inside you as your cum coats his cock.
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day fivee. I need him so bad! he’s just so insufferable but I want him so bad— louis patridge is so hot, I understand olivia— (but lowkey, louis won because olivia is olivia)
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