Honeymoon Phase- Neville Longbottom x f!reader (smut)
*18* *another smut blurb-this one is a bit sappy so forgive me*
*repost*
“Fucking hell, you’re so gorgeous,” Neville spoke quickly and out of breath as his fingers quickly worked the satin-covered buttons that dressed your spine.
“Oh, Neville,” you gasped breathlessly, your chest flushed a deep rose that matched your cheeks. Your entire body heated as the wet warmth between your thighs continued to grow.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” Neville breathed out as your thick satin ballgown hit the ground. Neville didn’t spare a second as he pulled you up by your hips, allowing you to wrap your legs around his own. Your lips found each other, delicate at first but quickly heated. Neville pressed you against the door to your new home, your first home together, to hold you in place as he undid his belt, his lips not leaving yours for a second.
“Please, Neville,” you whined desperately as Neville’s tip teased your entrance.
“Tell me you’re mine,” Neville spoke in a low breath, his lips against your ear.
“I’m yours, baby. I’m all yours,” you cried out, earning the reaction you craved so deeply.
“All mine, for eternity,” Neville spoke as he slowly filled your tight, aching cunt inch by glorious inch.
“Oh, Neville!” You cried out as your walls spasmed and stretched around his impressive length. “You’re so big!”
“But you take me so well, Petal,” Neville cooed sweetly into your ear, causing your cunt to relax around him and fit the entirety of his cock.
Your new home filled with a slew of curses and moans as Neville quickened his pace and slipped his clever hand between your hips to rub circles on your clit.
“God, yes! Just like that!” You cried out shamelessly, your nails digging into Neville’s strong shoulders. “I’m so so close,” you whined breathlessly.
“Finish for me, Petal. Show me how good I can make you feel.”
“Christ!” Your walls tightened around the twitching veins of his cock as you finished, Neville’s words sending you over the edge.
“Oh, Petal,” Neville moaned deeply as he finished in you just a few minutes later, filling you with every ounce of his seed. You let your forehead rest lazily against his as you both worked to catch your breath.
A/N: The new Lucid ad starring Timothee Chalamet and Larsen Thompson is so cinematic! It inspired me to write this story about a newlywed couple who gets into an unexpected, yet exciting predicament on their wedding night.
Bride's POV:
The way the moon glistened off of his curls was a sight to die for. It reminded me of the devilishly handsome glint in his eyes that made it impossible to resist when he got down on one knee and proposed to me only about a month ago. It was reckless especially because we'd only known each other for about a year, but there was no doubt in my mind that I wanted to spend the rest of my life beside him, through all the ups and downs.
The world really wanted to put our vows to the test because not even an hour after our wedding, which truthfully was more of an elopement, we were stranded on the side of the road. My husband, whom I still found it surreal to call him so, was hunched over in his borrowed tux attempting to figure out why the motorcycle we'd been gliding effortlessly upon mere minutes ago, decided to give up on us. As he investigated the source of our troubles, I sat upon a rock along the road watching him scrunch the bridge of his nose in frustration. Even in distress, I had to admit that he still looked so dapper. That suit would be the death of me. Too bad I'd need to wait to see it sprawled across the floor of a roadside motel room.
Attempting to lift the mood, I said, "I thought we were going to see the world".
Peering from behind the bike, he gave me a shy smile, and I could tell he was embarrassed that things didn't go as planned. I gave him a small shrug in return as if to say, what can you do? He averted his gaze and turned back toward the motorcycle. I knew that we were both thinking the same thing. In all of our excitement to tie the knot, we'd neglected to check up on the bike, which had notably been making strange sounds last week. I guess when you're busy making love, other things take the back seat.
Suddenly, he stood up and began to look around. I got up and followed him, my veil flapping in the wind. It would have been a magical feeling if we weren't stranded in the middle of the desert. With him taking my hand and looking both ways for oncoming traffic, which at 1:00 a.m. was no surprise that it was non-existent, we crossed the road. Once across the street, we looked for any sign of civilization. The only sign of life was a light shining in the distance from what I could only assume was an old warehouse. The light beckoned us forward. Perhaps, someone was on duty and could help us out of this predicament.
When we arrived at the facility, the entire place was surrounded by a wired fence. It reminded me of the one surrounding the park by my home, which we'd climb over in the middle of the night to make out on the playground while the city slept. I guess one could say there was never a dull moment between us.
Reading my mind once again, he said, "You up for a climb? It's not much different from what we're used to. I don't think it should be too difficult."
"Says the man who isn't in heels and a mini dress, " I replied, attempting but failing to hide a smile.
"Oops! Right," he said, shooting me a guilty look. "But you still look hot in them."
His eyes twinkled mischievously.
"I never said that I didn't," I retorted, and he grinned.
From the moment I got engaged, I knew I didn't want an extravagant gown. First, because I knew that a fancy dress would be out of my budget, and second, because it wasn't really my style. I chose this dress at a local thrift shop because it was simple, but sexy. Unfortunately, I was starting to realize how impractical it was.
"I can lift you up over the barricade," he said. "Our wedding night plans may have been cut short, but that doesn't mean this evening can't be romantic. If Julia Roberts and Hugh Grant can make breaking and entering swoon worthy in Notting Hill, why can't we?"
I chuckled. "All right you can help me up but no wandering eyes mister," I said, adjusting my dress as I prepared to climb onto his shoulders and over the fence.
I said it to tease him, and he knew it. He raised an eyebrow at me in amusement. We didn't have anything left to hide from one another.
"How dare you accuse me of being anything other than a gentleman," he replied.
Laughing, I climbed up over the barricade, and he quickly followed behind me with the stealth of a ninja and the eagerness of a child. As he hopped down, his jacket snagged on the fence.
"Oh crap!" he exclaimed, examining the damage.
"Truthfully, I'm surprised it lasted this long," I joked as we snuck our way over to the abandoned warehouse.
The environment was really unsettling, and the intense security measures surrounding the premise gave me the feeling that something important was hidden there. The sole source of light came from a small barn-like compartment. Exchanging looks, we made our way over to the illuminated area. With my nerves on edge, I peered at a tall door that was shielding the light.
"What do you think is behind it?" he asked me, and I knew the curiosity was killing him.
"I don't know, but whatever it is must be top secret because this place is sure under tight security, " I said. "Maybe there's a guard on the premises who can help us get your bike fixed."
"Maybe," he said, his eyes still glued on the mysterious door.
"It's killing you not to open that door isn't it?" I asked, as he shot me a sheepish look.
"I mean it sure is tempting. Of all of the places we could have broken down at, we ended up here. It has to be a sign from the universe, " he said, matter of factly.
"Since when do you believe in signs from the universe?" I asked.
"Since the universe sent you my way, " he said with a chuckle.
I shook my head in amusement, but secretly, felt warmth radiate through my body over his cheesy sentiment.
"Fine!" I said, caving in. "But if we get caught, don't expect me to pull a Bonnie and Clyde and go down with you."
"I don't expect you to," he said, and then added with a grin, "But, I know you would choose to do so."
The look he gave me filled my stomach with butterflies. Gosh, I loved this man! He was kind enough not to pull me along into whatever chaos crossed his path, but he was correct. I'd jump right in and weather the eye of the storm with him. We were soulmates for a reason. We'd only been married for a couple of hours, and we were already having our first adventure under the moonlight. Who knew what else awaited us down the road?
A/N: Thank you so much for reading. This was fun to write. Let me know in the comments if you want a second part from the groom's POV.
Two trembling young people at the altar being blessed like cattle about to be slaughtered by a common butcher. Bonded by terror yet strangely oblivious of each other.
