A love in graphite
Artist! Theodore Nott x Reader
smut, MDNI
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୨ৎ Theo has loved drawing and sketching ever since he can remember.
୨ৎ At first, he drew stick figures like any other kid... but little by little, with practice, he got better.
୨ৎ When he met you at seven years old, it felt like discovering a divine light. A new source of inspiration. A muse. The most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
୨ৎ Theodore was always quiet and reserved, so he admired you from afar... as if he were memorizing every detail of your face. The shape of your eyes, your nose, the curve of your smile. Later, he'd recreate them on paper, the only way he could keep looking at you without you disappearing.
୨ৎ The first time you ever spoke was in the library.
You were sitting at one of the tables, studying quietly, while Theo sat two tables away. What a coincidence...
When you looked up, you caught the green-eyed boy staring at you. It lasted only a second before he immediately looked back down at the sheet of paper on his desk.
Noticing this, you stood up and walked toward the bookshelf beside him.
Theo noticed you approaching but didn't lift his eyes from the page, gripping his pencil a little tighter.
Pretending to reach for a book that was just out of your grasp, you caught his attention.
“Excuse me, could you help me get that book?" you asked.
Theo quickly shut his sketchbook.
"Uh... yeah, sure."
He was almost two heads taller than you, so reaching the book was effortless.
"Here," he said, handing it to you.
"Thank you," you replied with a smile.
"What's your name?"
"Theodore... Theodore Nott."
Truthfully, you already knew.
You just wanted to hear him say it.
"I'm Y/N."
For a moment, silence settled over the library.
Then your gaze drifted toward the notebook resting on his desk—the one you'd seen him carrying around countless times.
"You draw?" you asked.
Theo glanced away, absentmindedly fiddling with the sleeve of his robe.
"Sometimes."
"Can I see one?"
୨ৎ He blinked, his heart speeding up.
"Uh... yeah."
Nervously, he flipped through the pages, quickly skipping over the ones dedicated to a certain person.
Eventually, he stopped on a portrait of a man smoking—something he had drawn while visiting family in Italy during winter break.
He handed you the sketchbook, watching your face as though waiting for a verdict.
"It's beautiful," you said softly. "You're really talented, Theodore."
୨ৎ And for the first time in his life, someone appreciated his art.
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୨ৎ Now, you and Theodore are together.
୨ৎ Somewhere along the way, the two of you became inseparable, and as the years passed, friendship slowly turned into something deeper.
୨ৎ Theo's sketchbooks are still filled with drawings of you.
୨ৎ Sometimes, when he isn't looking, you leave little notes in the margins:
"this turned out beautiful!!"
"my boyfriend is the best artist in the world"
"i love you”
୨ৎ As you two became more intimate, it was as if he unlocked new perspectives for drawing…
୨ৎ Without a doubt, Theo's favorite parts to draw are your eyes… your lips… your nose… but if he's being completely honest, the poor guy has a separate notebook for drawing you naked, your breasts… your curves… how your back arches when he penetrates you or when he devours you with his tongue, which he hides so he doesn't look like a pervert…
His secret didn't last long…
୨ৎ The day you arrived early at Theo's room, you saw him with his back to you, drawing at his desk.
When you entered, he quickly closed his notebook.
"Teddy?" you said, and he turned to look at you.
"H-hello, bella..."
"What are you drawing?"
"Nothing important... just doodles... how was your day, hm?"
"A little boring... Can I see?... please..." you said, making him start to get nervous.
"No... it's just... it turned out ugly..." he said, thinking of any possible excuse to keep you from looking at that piece of paper.
“I’ll never find your drawings ugly, Teddy…”
He smiles, but you notice he’s hiding something from you…
“Y/N… I… I can’t… if I show it to you, you’ll hate me and… and…” He says, unable to finish the sentence, looking at you, half-distressed.
“I promise I won’t get mad…”
And he runs a hand over the back of his neck and grabs the book.
His hands tremble slightly as he finds the page he was drawing on a few moments ago, and then, without looking you in the eyes, he hands it to you…
That drawing was a perfect, detailed illustration of you naked. Your breasts were identical to reality… he captured every curve as if it were a photograph, even the smallest mole was depicted on that page… the bulge of his penis formed on your belly, his member inside you, with a small piece showing where you joined.
It was a work of art that made your mouth drop open automatically.
You didn't know how to react… it didn't disgust you… nor did it scare you… on the contrary…
Theodore, noticing that you weren't reacting and were staring at the drawing for almost a minute, started to get scared…
“Damn, forgive me, forgive me… Please don't think I'm sick…” he said, his voice cracking at the end, his eyes beginning to glaze over with fear.
You looked at the drawing one last time before meeting your boyfriend's eyes.
“You missed something…” you said.
He looked at you, confused.
“You forgot to draw the vein in your…” you swallowed hard. “Your dick…” you said.
“W-what?” He says, feeling his cheeks burn.
“That slightly thick vein you have… and… and the mole at the base…”
If Theo was blushing before, now he’s bright red…
“How… how do you know all that?” he stammers slightly.
“You know those things about me too… I didn’t even remember I had a mole on my chest… until i saw it on your drawing”
