It's hard to walk with a sweet tooth
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It's hard to walk with a sweet tooth
Parenting 101
HUSHED HALLWAY — THEODORE NOTT
CONTENT : 18+ content , SMUTT, FLUFF, boyfriend!theodore , teasing, blowjob
SUMMARY : teaching your hot tempered boyfriend to be less overprotective
A/N :: the obsession has moved to my sweet baby lorenzo zurzolo, especially after this edit , yes i’d let him ruin me, not proofread btw
“please, not here” theo murmurs into your ear as you fiddle with his belt, fingers inching deeper as you look up, staring at him, eyes filled with anticipation.
his hands reach your waist, gripping onto them firm, causing a dip in your soft skin around each finger. jaw clenching as he watches you play around with his belt, stark blue eyes darkening as his resistance gradually falters.
a few weeks ago, your brat of a boyfriend theo had decided to cause an issue.
you had been talking with a new student that had just entered the slytherin common room, advising him on who to avoid, what classes to focus on and which books to buy. a normal conversation, however your boyfriend saw otherwise.
in theo’s eyes he had seen this as a sign of disrespect, another guy trying to hit on you and you were too naive and oblivious to realise. he knew how friendly you were, and he knew how guys think.
in retrospect, he pulled you away and threatened the poor kid, shoving him against a wall as he cursed him which in result landed both you and theo getting lectured by snape, something you didn’t want to deal with on a saturday afternoon.
and so, your idea of punishing theodore was by teasing him, consistently. whether it was rubbing your ankle against his leg when you ate or coming into his dorm wearing his favourite lace set he had bought you earlier in the year but not letting him touch.
you were enjoying every bit of it, watching him suffer as a consequence for putting you through the annoying torment of snape. it was a sight to behold, and you were making sure to savour it.
your gaze lingers on his lips, seeing them pout as you pull him closer by his shirt and giggle at his frown. he was barely hanging on by a thread.
you let your hand travel down his jeans, directly placing it atop of his very prominent bulge, fondling it with such care that almost fools him into believing the agony is over.
theodore’s grip weakens as his mind begins to daze, the built up arousal he hasn’t been able to release sending him through unimaginable torture. “i’m sorry— is that what you want to hear?” he pleads, gaze heavy as he looks at you with puppy eyes. “i’ll keep my temper in check i promise—“
his eyes widen.
you unzip his jeans, pulling them down along with his boxers, staring at his flushed tip already leaking from precum. already licking your lips as you stare at it, fireworks lighting up in your eyes.
he pauses, staying impossibly still, watching his painfully hard cock being admired by you, a gulp escaping from him as he slightly bites his bottom lip. “lockhart is going to see us.” he whispers, frantically looking back at the empty hallway.
you smile at his caution, finding his sudden willingness to not get caught amusing. it was never a problem when he was fingering you beneath the table in front of draco and blaise, yet suddenly it was a problem the moment you did the same to him.
“you should loosen up, everyone’s asleep.” you mumble, going down to your knees before placing your plush lips on his tip, slowly making your way down to the base as you slightly gag from his length hitting the back of your throat.
he groans, head tilting back against the cold wall as his lips part, squeezing his eyes as he feels your cheeks hollow, waves of pleasure hitting him from every direction as you bob your head.
“fuck you feel so good.” he huffs, hand grabbing your hair firm, pushing you further down his cock, a smirk tugging at his lips as he whimpers softly. “just like that..”
you wrap your hands around the base, helping you take his cock before you choke on it, looking up at him with such a sweet look he could melt into you right there.
theo’s legs begin to tremble, struggling to stay upright as he reaches his climax, the itching need to release becoming unbearable.
sweat beads travel down, causing hairs to stick to his forehead as he pants and whimpers, begging you to not stop while babbling useless compliments, calling you his ‘perfect girl’.
he gapes at the gentle twinkle of the moon, it’s light shining down upon you almost presenting you like an angel, the dim light upon you unforgiving, showcasing the stark difference between you two like a taunt, a reminder that you’re too good for him.
his cock twitches violently, aching for its absolution, “don’t stop— fuck don’t stop keep going” he implores, balancing himself on his hands as they hold your head, chasing the intense stimulation of your hands.
“unbreakable theodore finally being taught a lesson huh” you state with a wide grin, licking the excess saliva from your lips as you work your hands through his member. “come for me baby” you encourage.
he releases, nut dripping out from his dick as he ejaculates, breathing heavily as he gasps for air, dizzy from the immense pleasure exiting him. eventually steadying himself as he sighs profoundly.
you clean him up, pulling his jeans back up, zipping them as you make your way back to your feet, beaming with bright eyes before kissing him lightly, theo’s hands instinctively wrapping around your waist, pulling you in closer.
“next time learn to control your temper instead of being a hothead” you warn, buckling his belt as he runs his fingers through your hair, playing with it absentmindedly.
theo chuckles, cupping your cheek as he rubs his thumb against your skin, tracing over the mole in small circles. “I will, maybe.” he replies with a wink.
Teddy and Papa
wolfstar meet-ugly but it's when remus gets a call from teddy's school that he's eaten peanuts (he's allergic) and when remus gets there expecting an upset teddy, he instead finds teddy comforting a shaken sirius (who's just there as a sub for the day) who had to administer the epipen but is terrified of needles
When Teddy is young Remus speaks primarily in Welsh as he wants his son to be fluent in both it and English, which doesn't cause any issues until Teddy is two and Remus and Sirius start dating.
One evening Sirius offers to watch Teddy so Remus can take his mom out for dinner, or go out with friends, or just not be a dad for the evening. They have fun together until Teddy starts blabbering on in Welsh and Sirius has no idea what's being said. Teddy gets more insistent and Sirius gets more stressed until they're both crying and having to call Remus to translate.
This continues on until Teddy turns three and begins to understand the difference between the two languages and learns when he can speak which one. Sirius thinks he's finally in the clear until Teddy starts speaking in Welsh on purpose, often giggling through his words, knowing his step dad won't understand.
Spoiled
"Draco, he does not need a miniature broomstick. He is four months old."
Draco held up the tiny Nimbus, which was admittedly adorable. "It's for developing motor skills."
"He can't even hold his own head up."
In Draco's arms, Teddy had already shifted—platinum hair, grey eyes, pointy little chin. He looked like a Malfoy heir who was judging Harry's financial decisions.
"He's supporting his head beautifully," Draco lied, adjusting the baby's leather-studded booties. "And he loves his broom."
Teddy turned his hair green.
"He's mocking you," Harry said.
"He's supporting me."
A week later, Harry found an expensive tiny tuxedo in Teddy’s wardrobe.
"For formal occasions," Draco said defensively.
"He's a baby."
"He's my son and he deserves the best."
When Draco showed Harry the crystal mobile he had gotten Teddy, Harry put his foot down. Absolutely not. No more spoiling. They were raising a well-adjusted, non-materialistic child.
Three days later, Harry came home with a huge stuffed Hippogriff that cost more than their sofa.
"He smiled at it," Harry told Draco, who looked deeply smug. "With his actual face. My face. He looked like me and he smiled."
Teddy—currently black haired and green eyed in Harry's arms—reached for the toy and cooed. Draco scooped up the baby, who immediately shifted to match Draco. "Of course he did," Draco said, kissing the baby's pointy nose. "He's brilliant."
"Give him back."
"Get your own."
They stood in the nursery, passing Teddy back and forth, watching him flicker between looking like each of them, until Harry finally just wrapped his arms around both of them and decided that spoiled wasn't the worst thing a child could be.