Theseus Scamander - Oh The Saint That You Are
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Theseus
After the fall of Grindlewald, Leta being gone. It took him some years to get used to the idea of being alone. You couldn’t blame him. He lost the love of his life. A woman who sacrificed herself for his safety, and for Newt. To pay for what she had done to her brother. Now, after that. He would spend time with Newt, and all the beasts he had taken care of. ALL of them. From bowtruckles, to moon calves that took up his time. And being a high trained auror, he thought he had a chance. No, wrong. Bruises and cuts later, Newt retired Theseus. A shock, to fire his “own brother.”
That’s when you came along. That big bright smile and a smug grin. You were assigned to his department, to work alongside him. BUT BOY! He could not keep his eyes off you. You were great. More than great. The moment he saw you put down a wizard for trying to harm a muggle. Spewing nonsense about your blood purity. He had it coming. His head was to the ground and your knee planted into the back of his neck. Theseus had to bite his tongue from doing anything rash. After all, he was a nice guy. The leader of the auror department.
He saw you enter Hogwarts when he finally had the ability to speak to you. You had come on behalf of Dumbledore. Newt was even present. You entered the grounds of the quidditch pitch. Of course, Theseus was nervously smiling at you like a fool. He even thought he could lean on a broom from one of the players. Not being used at the time, and now served as a rest for him. To pose proper and charm you with his natural good looks. That is, a whistle called out and the poor man had the broom swept from under him. Careless mistake on his part to do, but now he was on the ground. While Newt got to laugh. “Not me this time, brother.”Oh shut it, will you?” Theseus knew that moment, he was as smitten as the day you arrived.
Months later, he had the courage to court you and take you on dates. Picnics, and even the best teas around Hogsmeade. But you didn’t want tea. You had butterbeer. A warm mug of it, three pints and you were enjoying yourself around him. And the many intimate moments with him. You KNEW Theseus was a switch. He loved it when you tied his hands around his back. Sitting oh so nicely in his office chair at home. Meeting him, you wouldn’t peg the guy to be that way. No, sir. A whimpering mess, as you stroked his erection in your hand. Slick with your saliva. Begging on good graces to fuck you raw into your heat. Grinding on him without a mere thought made him want to ravish you, but as a good auror. He allowed you the satisfaction. Even coming all over himself and on your hands. On most days, he would let you make him tea. A nice cuppa for a relaxing evening home. But no, he didn’t want the tea. He wanted to be on his knees, licking and lapping at your folds. Sucking on clit, while you moaned. Your hands in his hair, while he ate you out. But when he wasn’t a complete submissive to your every beck and call. He was so into you. And he didn’t like to share. Hell, he didn’t even like sharing the toys Mrs. Scamander would give to the boys. One night, after a rough day at work. He thought it would be wise to take you to Hogs head for fire whiskey or butterbeer since The Three Broomsticks was too full of students and other occupants. A couple of the wizards had a keen look on you. To watch you talk and move around. He saw that. So he took you home early, telling you what he saw. You laughed at him for being jealous. “I am not jealous.” Hands on his hips, as he stood there in only his dress shirt and trousers. You poked fun at him for it. You were sadly mistaken. He had you pinned to the bed. He enchanted your wrists to be tied above your head. Both of his hands held your hips up. Thrusting his cock in and out of your cunt. Watching your juices drip out of your heat. He loved your moans, pathetic as they sounded. He turned you over after pounding into you. Letting his cock rub against your folds before going in again. He went to your ear, “am I wrong for being jealous. To not share…” a hard thrust, “What is mine..? Sweetheart. Who do you belong to?” You were a whimpering mess. “Yours.” Saying his name as a worshipping figure to a god. He let his lips kiss along your back. Driving himself into a climax, filling you up with his seed. He chuckled at you, with an exhausted breath and pulled away from you. Watching your legs tremble on your shared bed. After that day, you would purposefully let men stare at you. Because he IS Theseus Scamander.
