𝑆𝑂 𝐹𝐴𝑅, 𝑌𝐸𝑇 𝑆𝑂 𝑁𝐸𝐴𝑅
(ft. Theodore Nott) 18+
✧[Summary]✧ Reuniting with your childhood bestfriend Theodore Nott. Except, he grew up way faster than you did. Falling behind, you trust him with certain things that are undiscovered under your experience, which also means following and doing everything he asks of. He'll teach you, he says. You should trust him, shouldn't you?
✧[Content]✧ Mature Content, characters are 18+, childhood!bestfriend!theo, pervert!theo, pussydrunk!theo, down!bad!theo, fem!reader, loss of virginity (f), corruption kink, size difference, mentions of masturbation, unprotected p in v, slight overstimulation, oral f!receiving, swearing, praising, mock symphathy, smut with plot, fluff at the start, no usage of y/n, no voldemort universe, sweet theo but he's also a freak..
✧[A/N]✧ First time writing posting fan fics! (It may be shitty but atleast it's not ai!) I really hope you guys enjoy this and let me know what you guys think and what y'all want me to write next! If you end up liking this feel free to fill my inbox with requests as well (I can also write for any of the other slytherin boys) , thats all. Enjoy!! ♡
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Your since-birth bestfriend Theodore Nott has always been in contact through letters every day since you got separated. Doesn't matter if he's sick—no excuses, he promised. Even if it was a blank sheet with one word, just a silent reminder that he still remembers.
Its all a blur, really. A little before you two separated was when your parents decided to move out and you both got your letters to very different and distant wizardry schools.
He didn't talk to you for days, upset about the moment. Only a day before leaving each other was when he made that promise.
"I'll write a letter to you. Everyday. Until we meet again. It doesn't matter if you don't write back, I just don't want you to forget about me."
And you wrote back. Every single time. Because not only you love him to death, you wanted to make sure he knew, even if it wasn't the last time you see him again.
Now it's time.
The two of you had graduated just a few hours ago. Though that doesn't really matter, Theo is already rushing down the halls of Hogwarts to get to the slytherin dungeons as fast as he can. For what reason?
To write you a damn letter.
His last day at Hogwarts, spending it to write that letter. The whole day to write one letter? Not that you'd know, it's never visible on that piece of parchment—the effort. The time he takes to think of all the things he should say, what he wants to say, though he never got far. One time he was staring at the unfinished letter like it personally dislikes him, leading him to send it halfway done. You still ended up reading it though.
That was one time. He vowed himself to never send unfinished letters ever again.
This letter he's currently writing is special though. Why? He gets to give it in person. Somewhere in the middle of the same school year, you both agreed to make letters for when you meet up again; which was after the school year ends.
Every school break your parents declined to let you visit each other because distance isn't adjustable. Even if your families are great friends, they all just have to be so busy, until now. Appearantly, at the start of this last school year, Theo's parents gave yours a letter, indicating that a week after graduation, they'll pay a visit and spend a few days in your family's manor.
And that's what led you to this moment.
As Theo was hours into writing, his grip on the quill threatening to snap, mind all over the place, while muttering incoherent words, the feathered stick he held finally snapped, splattering ink more than it could write.
"Fuck!" He muttered under his breath, flinched. Any of his dorm mates would've given him a look, but fortunately he was alone.
He stood from his desk and took large hurried steps to grab a few tissues on his mate's desk. After cleaning up the inky mess on his hands, he mentally prepared himself before looking at the letter properly, hoping the ink didn't mess it up too much.
Thankfully it didn't do much that it could still be read. Except for a certain paragraph that whole heartily explains his feelings to be more than just a best friend to you.
..Yeah.
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Heartbeat racing, shaky hands, brain malfunctioning, stomach in knots. You were geniunely so nervous. Confused, kind of. You shouldn't be so shaken up just because you were meeting your best friend in merely a few hours, but you were.
The manor is spotless, You had just finished preparing the dining table, ready for guests. The thought of knowing who the guests were.. Not for your weak self.
Busy with overthinking and clenching your teeth, you hadn't noticed your own mother waving a hand in your face, trying to bring you back from whatever alien is in your mind.
"Earth to my daughter?" She looked too concerned, it was almost laughable. Except you realized what was happening and wanted that alien to take you for real.
The door bell had rung.
"We don't want to keep them waiting, darling." She nudged you once before holding the sides of your shoulders with gentle, comforting hands. "What's wrong, my sweetie? Do the heels not fit? Is the dress too tight? I knew I should've took you to shopping instead of your father! He doesn't—"
"Mother, I'm okay! I promise. The dress and heels are perfect, thank you. I'm just.. Nervous? In a way that's also kind of excited, you know?" You rushed an explaination, now acknowledging the waiting guests probably still outside.
The door bell rang again.
She gave you a reassuring smile before taking hold of your hand and leading you to the front door. Her delicate fingers grasping the knob of the large detailed double doors, before twisting it and welcoming the guests.
So many things raise up in your head.
Does he still act like he did back then? Will he be awkward with me? What does he look like now? After seven years he surely has looked so much more different, all grown up. Does he still have those adorable teeth? Those luscious strands of brown hair you were always jealous of? And oh those eyes. Unreal, you always thought. Out of everything, you were sure he still had those.
And you were correct. His powerful brown eyes are very much real, as it burned to yours.
"Star." You heard him speak with a much more deeper voice than you remember. That nickname. He hadn't called you that in years, not even in letters—seven years to be exact. He gave it to you while star gazing, you rambling about how you wanted to be a star in the sky because they look so mesmerizing and shine so bright. He said you were his star.
"Teddy." Your voice almost cracked as the water pooled in your eyes—blurring vision.
Oh how his heart almost broke at the sight. It felt so good to hear your voice, especially with his nickname. You hadn't called him that in years either. The name was given while he was complaining at the absurd amount of stuffed animals you owned. Sweet little baby you, thinking he was just jealous, you said no amount of plushies could ever replace such a special teddy like him. He was your teddy.
Not a even a second more wasted before you two quite literally ran to each other with such short distance, meeting in the middle with the tightest hug ever. He was really tall, wearing a navy blue sweater (one you sent him) with the sleeves rolled up. Your arms wrapped around his neck while his hooked your back, your head buried against his shoulder. He then moved one of his hands to the back of your head as he pressed a firm kiss on the side of your head.
"Kids?" Your mother yelled, "Dinner's at the table, whenever you're ready." She continued as a guiding hand was gestured at Theodore's parents and led them to the dining area.
After a few more seconds of holding one other in each other's arms, you pulled Theo along and went to join the others to eat.
It was great. The food was phenomenal, everyone had a smile on their face. Theo's gaze burning all over you—he wasn't the only one who looked different since then. His knees brushed against yours every few seconds or so. Although, he insisted on sleeping in your room instead of the guest bedroom that's right across the hall, not that you'd mind.
Longing to catch up, Theo dragged you to rush with him to change into sleepwear—you decided on an oversized t-shirt given by none other than Theo himself (he insisted on you wearing it) and some tiny shorts that you refuse to replace because of its 'comfortability and stretchiness' despite it being almost identical to the size of regular underwear—you don't care. Theo just wore a shirt about the same as yours and sweatpants, how cute!
He sat on one side of your bed, facing you as your back rests on the headboard. "I rewrote it so it may look a bit terrible." Theo muttered nervously as he hands the enveloped letter to you.
"Oh come on! I didn't even recheck my letter before sealing it up." Liar. You so reread it a bunch of times. Which was worth it based on his reaction to your handwritten compliments and touching words that struck him like an arrow to the heart and made his face blush.
Your fingers gently opened the envelope, taking out a neatly folded piece of parchment. Unfolding it, your eyebrows furrowed, taking in his written words, a small smile appearing every now and then, until...
"I love you? " You whispered softly, looking directly at his eyes, not meaning to embarrass him. But oh, he's embarrassed. His face quickly heats up and his eyes darted away to avoid your stare.
"Oh, teddy." You hook your arms around him, comforting as his hands almost immediately found your back.
"Star, I'm sorry I wasn't—"
"I love you too." You mumbled against his sweater. He tenses up.
"..What?" He pulled back, wanting to make sure he heard that right. "Say it again."
"Teddy, I love you. So much." You mean it. His eyes speak a lot more than what he has to say.
"Again."
"I love you, I love you, I love you." You really looked at him, clueless about the short distance between your faces.
His brain short circuited. Mesmerized by how your lips moved and let out words he adores with a voice he cherishes even better. He's completely oblivious to how he's shamelessly staring at your soft lips even after as they stopped moving.
"I love you too, star." Still staring until his gaze finally met yours. Your breath hitched. He looks so handsome, pretty under the dim light and faint orange shade of your candles.
He found himself in the same situation. His fixation everywhere on your face—mostly on your lips. To him, you define every word that serves as a compliment. Gorgeous, beautiful, pretty, stunning, breathtaking, enchanting, delightful, magnificent, otherworldly.
Not long before he leans in slowly. Calculated movement, knowing when to stop when he needs to and continue when given permission.
"Wait." You pause, so does he, then hesitantly, "I haven't done this before.."
"I can teach you, darling." He responds almost immediately with a calming smile that makes your brain melt.
Carefully, you lean in. Fluttering your eyelids closed, you feel his lips meet yours. Light, gentle, and welcoming. Slowly at first, as if he's teaching you, but making you lead. Then, his tongue grazed yours. Tugging at your waist, lifting and guiding you up to straddle his lap as his back leaned on the headboard along with the silk dressed pillows.
Your hands trembled, flat above his chest as he felt your soft breasts laid on it. You caught yourself in a deep, passionate make out session. Something you've never had before, never knew. Heat pools between your legs, it almost feels like its hurting? No, aching. You've never felt like this before—needy, slightly trembling. Lips still perfectly molded onto his, muffling your whines, a reaction to the unfamiliar feeling. Shifting a bit on Theo's lap, his grip tightened on your waist and thigh. He groaned into your mouth, the vibrations going straight to your desperate little cunt.
You can feel heartbeat racing, was it yours or his? You can't tell. Pulling back to catch some breath, his eyes captivating, wanting needing more. You weren't even sure if he could hear, "Theo, where did you learn this?"
"I know a lot more than just this, sweetheart." He softly chuckles at your cheeks turning into a faint shade of pink, "Don't you hear about it in school?"
You let your mind wander, "Everyone talks about it.. How it's addictive and feels really good."
"Then how come you're so clueless about this hm?" He rasps, following with "Aw, my poor angel. You really don't know how this works do you?"
Your bottom lip jutted out slightly, huffing, "Of course I know." Pants are on fire, not that you had one on. You've never ever put the context outside the text book. Nothing more than just scientific diagrams and pictures. Lowering your voice, "—I just don't know how to execute it." There you go, "Theo, you know I don't speak to anybody besides you. Everyone else is weird." You didn't mean for it to sound like he was the only man in your life, but judging by the forming smirk on his face, he wasn't complaining at all.
"That's the thing, star. It's not exactly something you do with everybody." He pauses for a bit, "It's considered as an act of love. I reckon that's what you feel for me, yeah?"
Its almost as if that sentence snapped you back to what you're actually doing. Warmth still radiating from your body, inner thighs slick with arousal, you instinctively try to close them together, only resulting to Theo gripping your hips down so they're unable to shift even slightly.
Heavy pants fill the room as you whimper and whine at the imprint of his hard length poking just right at your clothed clit.
He inhaled sharply, "I'll stop if you want me to, you know that right, darling?" The grip on your hips softened, holding himself back from just pinning you down and grind against your pretty cunt for some relief.
"Please—" You whimpered, don't even know what you're begging for. Looking for some sort of ease to it, you started to grind on him, slightly. Theo grunted before quieting himself by having a hand on the back of your neck and leaving kisses right below your ear.
Oh my gosh.
You closed your eyes. If you weren't in heaven then where else were you? Moans, whimpers, and heavy breathing could be heard. Thankfully, your room is at the end of the hall, or else you'd have to face the problem of having an unwanted audience at your little freak show.
You're so wet. You can almost hear it as it grinds against his dick. It feels so heavenly. Your stomach starts to knot, in a good way. You speed up your hips—afraid if you'll stop or slow down, it'll go away.
"Oh—fuck, baby don't do that." Theo breathed out, he clearly doesn't want this to end yet. He wants to relish it. With a swift movement, you were laid under him. You whine in protest before he captures your lips in a kiss.
"Are you so sure about this?" He asks one more time. He also hopes you have an idea that if you a agree, he will in fact finish what he started, maybe even more. A winner doesn't stop after winning one race.
"Yes, Theo please—" You choked out, so desperate for an angel. He kisses you again, you're an angel to him no matter what.
He took off his shirt and you couldn't help but stare. He flashes you a grin before helping you take off your shirt too. Being shy, you attempted to cover yourself but Theo's hands are way faster than yours and pulled them away.
"Don't that, baby, you're so beautiful." He kisses you forehead, takes a small glance at your breasts and then fully gawks at them. They look so soft and light pink nipples hardened at his gaze. He takes his time, giving experimental squeezes to get a reaction from you, slow licks, sucking, and kissing—making his way right above the waist band of your shorts.
Your soft moans encouraged him to take them off and reveal your underwear, probably with a wet patch on it. A surprised moan emerged from your throat as he pressed his nose directly on your clit, lips kissing just right below, thin fabric separated the two. You don't even wanna know what's on his mind right now, such perverse thoughts.
You looked down on him, his eyes? Right back at you. Sharp and fiercing gaze as if he wasn't right in between your legs.
"So wet for me, hm?" A sly smirk you can hear just from his voice. "Is that bad..?" Your voice lowered—how cute. Thinking it wasn't a good thing, you try to close your legs except Theo immediately pries them open.
"Of course not. Y'know how long I've been thinking 'bout this?" He mumbles through the thin cloth, vibrating against your heat. "This is s'much better than just jerking off to the thought." His eyes are closed, is he pussydrunk?
He then pressed a firm kiss on your clit before taking your underwear off completely. His lips touches yours once more, then mumbles into your mouth. "Wanna eat you—mmph—you gonna let me eat you, yeah?" His hungry eyes prey at your glistening cunt. You whimper impatiently, "Theo—"
You cut off into a moan as he licks a fat stripe up, then without lifting, he sucked at your clit. "Please—hmmpgh—Theo!" You moan loudly as he positioned his tongue to your opening and began to repeatedly lick the dripping arousal.
Dragging his tongue up to your clit again, he started to alternate between licking and flicking, gaining a new mouthful of whimpers and moans from you. Oh he was enjoying this—making you a moaning mess while thrusting his hips on the mattress, turned on by the filthiest sounds of both your pretty pussy and mouth.
He licked once more before sucking harshly on the overly sensitive bud. "OH MY—" Your vision blurred, eyes at the back of your head, mind starting to spin and melt.
"Mmhmph—tastes s'good, sweetheart." His words vibrate through the rest of your body as your legs start to tremble. "Cum f'me."
He keeps on attacking and abusing your poor sensitive clit until the knot building up inside you finally snapped. Your eyelids screwed shut, crying out his name. Legs shaking, involuntarily twitching.
He pulls back to relish your disheveled self—hair messy, small streaks of tears on your flush cheeks, you looked like a goddess, brows slightly pinched together, watery eyes looked up at him still so innocently. "So fucking beautiful." He goes back down and drags his tongue down to your opening up to firmly press against your pulsating bud. Your legs shook at that—an overstimulating sensation even when he's just pressing it against you. He rises up and pecks your lips. Still resting from your high, you felt poking on your thigh. You look down and—
Woah.
You did not know they can go that big. Your mouth goes slightly agape while your wide eyes moved to look at him. He laughs softly, "Worried?"
You pouted, "Theo.. Thats gonna hurt me.." He gives you a sympathetic look—though you know he's probably mocking you. As if he wasn't big enough, your small frame made it seem like hes a lot bigger. "Poor you. Too bad you're gonna have to take all of me, hm?" He flashes you another grin.
You whimper as he slides his tip up and down, collecting arousal. He slowly pushes in the tip, making you hiss at the burning sensation. It hurts definitely, but the way it turns into pleasure..
In between a sob and a moan, you clung onto Theo's back, digging your nails that earned a groan from him. You whimper and cry when he slides in inch by inch until he bottoms out—staying still for a few seconds, feeling the way your velvety walls swallow him whole. He starts to throw in lazy thrusts, making sure you adjust to his size. It burns. More soft thrusts before you vividly expressed that you're needing more. His thrusts getting harder—skin to skin contact heard within the room. His moaning and whimpering mixed with yours.
Phlap—phlap—phlap.
He felt you clench around him. "Please, please, please—" You choked out. "Just a little bit more for me, darling, please.." Theo panted, he held himself back, not wanting to come so quickly. He hooked your legs on his shoulders, kissing you like he'd crumble if he didn't. The new angle made you feel him in your throat. You sob in his mouth, "S'too deep..!"
Phlap—phlap—phlap.
"Doing so perfect for me, baby." He breathed. You clenched firmly around him again. "Shit—yeah keep doing that.." He leans in for another kiss but the pleasure was getting unbearable, making you two just moaning and groaning in each other's mouths. "Made just for me, yeah?"
Phlap—phlap—phlap.
You moan loudly, the now familiar knot in your stomach pulling to snap in every direction. So close. The way he perfectly grinds against your clit as he drills relentlessly into you, hands planting your hips to the mattress, your fingers grasping his hair, your thighs began to quiver. And then.. His sharp voice.
Phlap—phlap—
"Cum with me."
Phlap!
One last harsh and deep thrust. Loud moans surfaced your throat as he felt your walls ripple and cum on his cock before he stuffs your little cunt full with his warm sticky fluid.
You both stayed still for while. He then kissed your forehead, pulling out. You sighed, exhausted. After laying limp for a few minutes, Theo decided to clean you up with a bath—carrying your tired body to the bathtub, washing your hair, and letting you scrub your own body with soap while he was in the shower in the same bathroom.
After you freshened up (and dried your hair) Theo took space of the whole bed, your solution? Sleep on him. Hes sprawled all over your sheets while you lay on his chest. Listening to his heartbeat, "I love you, teddy." Thinking he was probably asleep already, you started to doze off yourself.
"I love you too, star."
I honestly think they're so cute I wanna make it into a thing (star!reader x teddy!theo) but I'm not sure if you guys would like it.. Let me know what you think! ♡
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Respectfully yours, Edilzzi.
