A Date?
Cedric Diggory X FEM! Y/n
Warning: Smut +18 MDI, Wrap it before you tap it, humiliation, overstimulation, praise, eating out, rough sex
Cedric Diggory's gaze drifted away from the parchment he had been meticulously scribing on, scanning the library with an air of contemplation. The flickering embers in the hearth created a cozy ambience, casting a warm, dappled light upon the storied tapestries adorning the ancient stones. His eyes fell upon you, nestled in the embrace of a plush armchair, engrossed in the whimsical tales of "The Tales of Beedle the Bard." The crackling fire painted your features with a soft, flickering glow as you turned the pages of endless words.
With a tentative step, Cedric approached, his Quidditch robes whispering a gentle melody as they brushed against the floor. His smile, a blend of earnestness and courage, grew as he drew closer.
"Y/n," he began, his voice a blend of Hufflepuff politeness and Gryffindor confidence. "I hope I'm not interrupting your reading."
Looking up, you met his gaze, tsurprised but pleased to see him, and closed the book with a soft thump. "Cedric, not at all," you replied, the book, now a silent companion, was laid aside with care. "What's on your mind?" You asked, the excitement bubbling just beneath the surface of your calm demeanor.
He took a moment to compose himself, the gravity of his words apparent in the pause. "Well, I was pondering," he began, his eyes searching yours with a hint of vulnerability. "With Valentine's Day approaching, I thought... would you do me the honor of letting me join you in Hogsmeade next weekend?" The words tumbled out of him, as if he had been rehearsing them all afternoon. "I mean, as a date," he clarified, the pink blush staining his cheeks as he spoke the final two words.
Your heart fluttered like a golden snidget at the Quidditch World Cup. "A date?" you echoed, trying to keep the excitement from your voice.
The chatter faded into the background as you considered his proposal. Cedric's kindness and bravery had always drawn you to him, and the thought of spending a romantic afternoon with him in the snow-dusted streets of Hogsmeade was utterly enchanting. "That sounds wonderful," you said, smiling back. "I'd love to go with you."
Cedric's eyes lit up, and the shy blush deepened. "Really?" The candles floating above cast a warm glow over his chiseled features, making him look even more like a Hufflepuff prince.
"Cedric," you finally said, your voice a soft whisper amidst the crackling fire. "I would love to." The smile that bloomed on his face was worth more than any victory on the Quidditch pitch, and you felt a warmth in your chest that not even the burn of fire whisky could match.
Cedric Diggory and Y/n strolled hand in hand through the enchanting cobblestone streets of Hogsmeade, the quaint wizarding village nestled at the edge of the Forbidden Forest. The air was crisp and filled with the sweet scent of chocolate frogs and butterbeer from Honeydukes. The snow-covered rooftops glistened under the soft glow of the street lamps, casting a warm, romantic light on their faces. It was the perfect setting for a Valentine's Day date.
Cedric looked dashing in his yellow sweater with the golden Hufflepuff emblem standing out proudly. His hair had a slight wave to it from the cool breeze, and his eyes sparkled with excitement as they searched for the perfect spot to sit and enjoy the charm of the village. Y/n looked equally radiant in a cozy pink sweater that brought out the gentle blush in her cheeks. The matching scarf was wrapped around her neck, fluttering with the same excitement as her heart.
They approached The Three Broomsticks, the rustic pub famous for its butterbeer and cozy fireside seating. Inside, the crackling fireplace was surrounded by students and couples, all laughing and sharing stories of their time at Hogwarts. Madam Rosmerta, the friendly proprietor, waved them over to an empty table in the corner. "Cedric, dear, it's so nice to see you again and with your lovely girlfriend?" she asked with a smile as she sat them down.
With a twinkle in his eye and a charming smile, he expresses his anticipation to her. "I do indeed hope it's soon, Miss," he says, his voice warm and inviting as he follows Y/n's lead to a cozy booth nestled near the crackling fireplace.
They ordered two butterbeers and a plate of chocolate-covered strawberries and a bowl of chocolate to share, the warmth of the drink and the sweetness of the fruit a delightful contrast to the chilly air outside. As they sipped, Cedric leaned in closer, his eyes meeting Y/n's with a gentle gaze. "Thank you for agreeing to come out with me today," he said, his voice low and earnest.
Y/n blushed and took a small sip of her butterbeer, the foam sticking to her upper lip in a way that Cedric found utterly endearing. "It's perfect," she replied, smiling. "I've never been to Hogsmeade on Valentine's Day before.”
"so what do you want to do after school?" He inquires, his curiosity piqued by the thought of their futures intertwining.
Y/n pondered for a moment, her gaze drifting to the flickering flames of the fire. "I've always wanted to travel," she said, her eyes lighting up with excitement. "See the world, maybe help people with travel to Brazil and study Herbology. What about you?"
Cedric nodded thoughtfully. "I've considered joining the Auror Department," he said. "I want to make a difference, like my dad did."
The conversation flowed naturally, as they shared their hopes and dreams for the future, the warmth of the fireplace and the sweetness of the butterbeer creating a comfortable, intimate atmosphere. They talked about everything from Quidditch to their favorite classes and even delved into the more serious topics of what they'd do after graduation.
As the evening grew darker, the lights from the candles above flickered, casting a warm glow over their table. Madam Rosmerta began to dim the lights, adding to the romantic ambiance. Cedric's hand found Y/n's under the table, and he gently laced their fingers together. The contact sent a thrill through her, and she looked up at him, her heart fluttering in her chest.
He leaned closer, and Y/n could feel his breath against her cheek. "Y/n," he murmured, "I know we've only just started getting to know each other, but I think there's something special between us."
Y/n's heart raced, and she felt a swell of emotion in her chest. "I think so too, Cedric," she whispered, her voice barely above a murmur.
He leaned in closer still, his eyes searching hers, and she knew what was coming next. As he leaned in for their first kiss, she felt a rush of excitement and nerves, her stomach fluttering like a thousand butterflies. Their lips met softly, the taste of butterscotch lingering between them. It was a kiss filled with promise and potential, a declaration of the beginnings of something beautiful.
When they finally pulled apart, they were both smiling, their cheeks flushed from the warmth of the fire and their newfound feelings for each other.
Cedric might look like your charming boy next door but boy you'd never guess he'd be like this.
In a moment of intimate exploration, his eyes are locked onto yours, a silent question seeking permission, and when he receives your nod of consent, his smile is soft, a promise of the delight to come. He starts by placing tender kisses along the inside of your thighs, his breath warm and comforting against your skin. His fingers trace light patterns, a prelude to the symphony of sensation that is about to unfold.
As he reaches the apex of your thighs, his kisses become more deliberate, the anticipation building as he brushes his lips against the delicate folds of your sex. His tongue darts out, tasting the sweetness of your arousal, and you gasp at the contact, your body responding to his every move. His movements are slow and deliberate, a dance of passion that he has perfected just for you. Each drag of his toung is measured, designed to tease and tantalize, to build the crescendo of your desire.
Cedric's hands glide up your body, cupping your breasts, his thumbs circling your hardened nipples, adding another layer of sensation to the mix. He takes his time, savoring each moment, as if he's afraid that if he goes too fast, this perfect moment might shatter into a thousand pieces. His tongue dips and swirls around your clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to make you squirm and moan with pleasure.
Your legs instinctively part wider, giving him better access, and he takes advantage, sliding a finger inside you, feeling the warm wetness that's been building in response to his touch. His eyes never leave yours, watching for every flicker of pleasure, every twitch of your body that tells him he's doing exactly what you need. His strokes are slow and deep, mimicking the rhythm of his mouth against your sensitive flesh.
The room is filled with the sweet sounds of your gasps and moans, punctuated by the soft wet noises of his ministrations. His mouth is insistent, never stopping, as he works to bring you closer and closer to the edge. His other hand travels down your body, his fingers sliding between yours, intertwining as he continues to explore you with his tongue.
As the intensity builds, Cedric's pace increases, his tongue moving faster, more insistent, his fingers curling inside you in a way that makes you see stars. Your breath comes in ragged gasps, your body tightening, coiling like a spring ready to unleash its stored energy. You're so close, so very close, and he knows it.
With one final, firm suck on your clit, combined with a deep thrust of his fingers, you shatter, crying out his name as the waves of pleasure crash over you. Your body convulses in ecstasy, each pulse sending you spiraling higher and higher. He holds you through it, his mouth and hands never leaving their task, until you're left trembling and sated in the aftermath.
As you come down from the peak, Cedric kisses his way back up your body, his lips leaving a trail of fire wherever they go. He whispers sweet nothings into your ear, his gentle touch reassuring as he pulls you into a loving embrace. His eyes are filled with a warm glow, a reflection of the satisfaction and connection you both share.
"You can cum all you want, baby" as He lines himself up and slowly pushes into you, filling you completely. The feeling is exquisite, a perfect mix of pleasure and pain, as your body stretches to accommodate him. He begins to move, his rhythm slow and steady, letting you adjust to his size.
With every thrust, Cedric hits that spot deep within you that makes you see white, and you find yourself climbing again, your orgasm building, the not forming in your stomach, tightening your muscles, until it explodes out of you, leaving you panting and gasping for breath.
As he feels you approaching climax, he whispers sweetly, "Cum for me, my love." His words are a catalyst, sending waves of euphoria through your body as you shatter around him.
And through it all, his eyes are on yours, watching you, drinking in your pleasure, as if it's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. He whispers your name like a prayer, his voice hoarse with passion, as he reaches his own climax.
But Cedric isn't satisfied with just one, if was as if you were watching a switch flip on. He continues to rub your clit with the same tender precision, his pace increasing as he watches your reaction. You begin to feel overwhelmed, but the ecstasy is addictive. As your second orgasm builds, you attempt to pull his hand away, but his grip is firm. He doesn't stop, his fingers working you into a frenzy. His movements become more intense, his strokes deeper.
You're lost in a haze of pleasure and pain as he starts to bully your clit, forcing you to cum yet again. He chuckles, his breath hot against your neck, "Look at you, so greedy for it." Cedric's hand shifts to your throat, his grip surprisingly strong as he holds you down, smirking as your eyes widen in a mix of fear and arousal. "I said I'd be gentle the first time," he murmurs, his voice dark with desire, "You squeezing me so tight, darling." He groans as he watches himself enter and exit your cunt. "You like that?"
Your breath hitches, your body arching into his touch as you struggle to answer. "Y-yes," you manage to gasp out, your voice a bare whisper.
Cedric's smile widens, his grip tightening just enough to make you feel the delicious pressure. "Good girl," he praises, his thumb finding your clit once more. He circles it mercilessly, the sensation making your toes curl.
Your orgasm builds, the pressure rising in your core like a crescendo. You know he can feel it, the way your muscles are clamping down around his cock. He seems to revel in your desperation, his strokes growing faster, his breathing harsher.
As the climax hits, he releases your throat, allowing you to scream out in ecstasy. Your body shudders violently, your eyes rolling back in your head. The feeling of his cock moving in and out of you, coupled with the relentless assault on your clit, sends you spiraling over the edge.
He slows his pace, watching you come down from the high, his expression smug. "You're cumming again? You're so pathetic" he says with a chuckle. "But I do love it." He leans in closer, his teeth grazing your ear.
You feel his breath against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. "I want you to remember this moment," he whispers, "Remember who made you cum like this." He starts to fuck you harder, his movements more deliberate. "Remember who owns you."
Your body responds to his words, your pussy tightening around him. You can feel him getting closer to his own release, his strokes becoming more erratic. "I'm going to cum," he growls, his voice thick with lust. "You're going to swallow it all, aren't you?"
You nod, unable to form words as he pulls out, his cock glistening with your juices. He pumps himself a few times before he shoots his load into your open mouth. You swallow, the salty taste of him filling your mouth. He watches you with hooded eyes, his own orgasm written all over his face.
When he's finished, he leans back, his chest heaving. "Good," he says, his voice still gruff. "Now, clean me up."
With trembling hands, you reach down and take his still-hard cock into your mouth, eager to taste him fully. You lick and suck, swirling your tongue around the head to make sure you get every drop. He groans, his hand tangling in your hair as he guides you.
When he's clean, he pulls away, a satisfied look on his face. "Much better," he says, patting your head like you're a good pet. "Now, let's see if you can handle a real challenge."
He stands up, pulling you with him. You wobble on your legs, still trembling from the intensity of your last orgasm. He turns you around, pushing you down onto the bed so that your ass is in the air. "I want to see if you can take it without screaming," he says, a hint of a challenge in his voice.
You brace yourself as he enters you from behind, filling you up to the brim. The angle is new and feels incredible, sending fresh waves of pleasure through you. You bite your lip, trying not to make a sound as he starts to move. His strokes are deep and slow, pushing into you in a way that makes your eyes water.
It's all you can do to keep from crying out as he starts to fuck you harder. His hand reaches around, finding your clit again. You whimper, the sensation too much to bear. "I'm going to make you cum so hard," he whispers, his breath tickling your neck.
The pressure builds again, the sensation of his cock stretching you combined with the relentless teasing of your clit is too intense. You feel your body tightening around him, your muscles clenching. He chuckles, his grip on your hip tightening. "Good girl," he murmurs, "Take it all."
You do as he says, your orgasm ripping through you like a tornado. You bury your face in the pillow to muffle your screams as he continues to pound into you. The pleasure is almost too much, your body convulsing with each wave. "You're wayyyy too fucking loud" He hisses further pushing your face into the pillow, his hand over your mouth as he starts to cum. He fills you up, his warm seed spilling into your pussy as you continue to quiver.
When he's finished, he pulls out, his cock slipping from your mouth with a wet sound. You collapse onto the bed, utterly spent. He stands over you, his cock still hard, a smirk playing on his lips. “you’re a little slut that just wants dick inside you all the time, huh?" He says, stroking himself idly.
You can't even find the energy to respond, your body still reeling from the intense experience. He chuckles again before leaving the room, leaving you alone in the aftermath of your first taste of true submission. The room is quiet, save for the sound of your own breathing. You lay there, feeling used and you absolutely loved it, your body covered in sweat and cum, your heart racing.
