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Theo’s angry after losing a quidditch match. Smut!
TW: pinv, slight!choking, neck sucking!
Ravenclaw vs. Slytherin —83:43— they lost by 20 points exactly, now you’re the one paying the price. Not like you’re complaining, right?
Right now you’re stuck under your hot sweaty boyfriend, Theodore, and he’s pounding into you, almost as if you were the reason he lost today.
“Fuck, Teddy,” your moan sounds more like a groan since Theo is pushing your head so far into the pillows you might push a hole through the bed, not to mention the incredibly loud slapping coming from his cock being so deep in you that you start seeing stars.
“You…look…so beautiful like this, fuck,” his reckless pace not faltering.
“You know how badly I needed this, cara mia?” His hand now finding its way to your neck and lifting you till your back is touching his chest, now whispering these sweet nothings into your ear, pace still hard but steady.
“Those fucking Ravenclaws, I train so hard just to be beat by a bunch of amateurs.” The hand placed on your neck squeezes tighter, while his free hand finds its way to your clit, rubbing slow circles.
“Teddy, m’gonna…cum!” A familiar not starts to form in the pit of your stomach as he goes faster.
“Cum, bella, I need it, fuck, please, cum,” he starts sucking on your neck leaving beautiful deep red marks.
As you cum you feel his once calculated pace start to falter and in just a few rough thrusts he’s cumming deep inside you.
“Fuck, cara mia, thank you.”
No, thank the Ravenclaws.
first smut! kind of nervous, pls lmk on what i can improve on!
don’t tell me my height. Don’t tell me my fucking height in a fanfic. Fuck you. 
⋆boyfriend!theodore pt 2⋆
⊹ ࣪ ˖ boyfriend!theodore who vocally stims in italian, the same phrases basically daily cuz he stubbed his toe, or forgot he had a transfiguration assignment due tomorrow, or he got caught out as the mafia in the very first round when everyone’s playing together next to the fireplace after a long day
⊹ ࣪ ˖ boyfriend!theodore who also uses pet names with you in italian, because he can only express himself truly in his mothertongue, so when it’s about you the italian just slips right out
⊹ ࣪ ˖ boyfriend!theodore who gets caught lacking by you 24/7 because you ALWAYS screenshot his texts when he’s being cute and cringey, and he’ll just find the screenshots every now and then, just marinating in his notifications
⊹ ࣪ ˖ boyfriend!theodore who always makes sure to look for you in the stands before the quidditch match starts so he can always find you easily in the midst of the game
⊹ ࣪ ˖ boyfriend!theodore who low-key likes but would never admit hates your stupid lil TikTok pranks on him, like why are you wiping off his kisses and why are you talking about not being able to pay the rent this month and WHY on earth would you call him your current boyfriend?? it just doesn’t make sense to him because whooo is laughing at these jokes?
⊹ ࣪ ˖ boyfriend!theodore who loves lying on you and sleeping it just hits different I guess, especiallyy when you’re touching him in any way even if it’s just your hand on his shoulder or chest or your hand is moving in his hair or on his back
⊹ ࣪ ˖ boyfriend!theodore who has SUCH a good memory it’s insane, and he’ll often tease you for when you would ignore him in third year or would say little to no words to him in fourth year in an attempt to be “nonchalant”
⊹ ࣪ ˖ boyfriend!theodore who literally just follows you around everywhere, like it genuinely gets to a point where mattheo and enzo catch him on video, literally getting up from a light nap to follow you, just because you’d left his side
#part 1 ignore the fact that i wrote it a year and a half ago😅 #part 3!
I need some soft sex with Theo :( need him to push into me slowly and tell me how much he loves me as he kisses me and leaves a bunch of love marks all over my neck and chest :(
And be still wouldn’t be able to help himself as he wraps his hand round my neck, gently though<3
Oh my god anon YESSS !!! Let’s get into it, yeah?
Ti Amo
Theodore Nott x Reader
Summary: Little Drabble of your boyfriend showing you just how much he loves you
Warnings: 18+, MDNI, SMUT, Chars 18+, College Au, bf!theo, softdom!theo, dom!theo, choking, hickies, soft slow sex, relationship, soft dom, PIV
dating theodore nott hc
He's a smoker, and that's a fact. If you're against smoking, he'll try to do it less around you, but if he's stressed or tired, expect him to be lighting a cigarette at least once every 20-30 minutes. If you're also a smoker, he'll definitely blow the smoke into your mouth before kissing you.
He is so protective of you. If anyone shouts at you, nudges you, or god forbid hurts you, they're dead. One time, a Gryfindor in the year below called you a stupid bitch, and he must have been hospitalised for almost a week. Good thing Dumbledore likes Theo.
You are the only person in the world allowed to touch his hair. When you first got together, he would push your hands away if you tried to play with it because it reminded him of when his mother would do his hair before school. However, once he got comfortable with you, he could never get enough of it.
He is definitely the type of guy to get your full legal name tattooed on him just to show everyone how much you are a part of him. He would get it somewhere on his arm so that when he rolls up his sleeves, he wears it with pride.
When the holidays start, and school is over, it's a ritual that he goes over to your house for the first night at least. Sometimes he stays there for the entire break, especially in the summer. Your parents love him, and the first time he met your mum, he almost started crying because of how sweet she was to him and how he felt so included.
His favourite thing to do with you is cuddle before bed. He loves the feeling of your head on his chest and the way you make shakes with your fingertips on his arms or stomach. If he's extra lucky, you'll wrap one arm around his neck and play with the hair on the bottom of his neck.
When the two of you argue, he can never sleep until you sort it out with him, especially if he's done something wrong. He hates the idea of him making you upset or angry.
This man will spoil you rotten, and by spoil, I mean SPOIL. You want something, he'll buy it. He catches you looking at something for a little too long, and he's already tapped his card. He sees something that reminds him of you, it's in the bag.
Theo is so in love with you that it makes the boys feel sick, but despite all of that, they're just glad to see him happy and finally being treated right.
bf’s enemy theo who puts you down as his emergency contact to make sure you know when cedric finally breaks and beats him up
a/n: i died laughing when this request came in, because this is something theo would so do.
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The hospital wing doors slammed open as you burst in, nearly tripping over your own feet. Madame Pomfrey barely glanced up before sighing.
“He’s fine,” she said dryly. “Mostly.”
And there he was.
Theodore sitting on one of the hospital bed’s, shirt wrinkled, lip split, knuckles bruised, and a gauze pad pressed lazily to his temple. He looked like he’d just walked off the set of a duel scene and couldn’t be bothered to act surprised.
You stormed up. “Are you kidding me?!”
Theo looked up, gave you a crooked smile. “Oh hey. That was fast.”
“Nott, what the hell—why on earth am I your emergency contact?!”
He didn’t miss a beat. shrugged & said “I knew he’d snap eventually. Just wanted to make sure you’d hear about it when he did.”
And then you noticed Cedric.
In the far corner, facing the wall like a very furious child on time-out, arms crossed tightly over his chest and a deep scowl carved into his face.
You stared at Theo, stunned. “You planned this?”
Theo shrugged with a wince. “I’d say I predicted it.”
You turned to face Cedric. “You actually fought?”
“No,” Cedric snapped without turning around. “I just gently escorted his face into a wall.”
Theo winced dramatically. “He ambushed me.”
Cedric turned. “You told McGonagall I’ve been using a Polyjuice Potion to attend class twice to boost my grades!!”
Theo gave a lazy shrug. “Honestly, it would explain a lot.”
“By telling her I was using Polyjuice?!”
You blinked. “Okay, what is wrong with both of you—”
Cedric narrowed his eyes. "You enchanted my quill to write love letters to Snape!!."
Theo frowned. "And he still hasn't replied. How Tragic."
Cedric's eye twitched. "You put glitter in my bed!!"
Theo shrugged. "Your aura needed cleansing-"
You held up both hands. “Enough!”
Theo flinched slightly when he moved, and you softened despite yourself. “Let me see,” you said, reaching for the gauze. He allowed it, eyes flicking to you briefly like he wasn’t used to being fussed over.
Cedric watched silently, jaw tight, eyes stormy.
You shot him a look. “Did you actually hit him?”
“He deserved it.”
“I always deserve it,” Theo added, “but you’ve never followed through before.”
You sighed, wiping the blood off Theo’s cheek. “And this is why you listed me? To drag me into your dramatics?”
He smiled faintly. “Well, you're here, aren’t you?”
“I showed up to make sure you didn’t drag Cedric into a murder trial.”
His voice dropped just a bit, teasing. “Admit it—you were worried about me.”
From the other side of the room, Cedric groaned. “Can someone please sedate him?”
You looked at both of them, Cedric with his proud, bruised knuckles and wounded ego; Theo with his bloody lip and smug mouth and felt your blood pressure rising.
“I swear,” you muttered, “if you idiots keep doing this, I’m removing myself from both of your lives and changing my name.”
Theo smiled. “You’d miss me.”
“You put me on your paperwork. That’s not affection. That’s premeditated chaos.”
He winked. “Worked, didn’t it?”
You turned to Cedric. “And you—what were you thinking?”
“I was thinking,” he said through gritted teeth, “that it’s about time someone wiped the smirk off his face.”
Theo grinned. “Spoiler: didn’t work.”
You looked at them both, tired. “Next time you fight, do it without dragging me into it.”
“Can’t,” Theo said, laying back on the bed. “You’re legally involved now.”
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warnings: 18+, oral (m!receiving), throat fucking
Theodore Nott was the type of guy who preferred silence. A quiet, perceptive boy, whose head was a neatly sorted library where each thought had its own shelf. And like any other library, it had a simple rule—no loud noises, no talking, and no ravishing his brain with waffle.
You, on the contrary, were the most infuriating, inveterate (and favourite) chatterbox in his life. You would rather die than stop your mouth from constant running. Professor Flitwick praised you for a perfectly executed spell? Pansy would hear an earful until she started begging with teary eyes for you to finally shut up. Daphne Greengrass nearly pushed you off the Grand Staircase and didn’t even look at you? Fuck, Astoria better be ready to hear what you think about her sister down to the smallest detail.
It was a mystery for everyone how two such opposites could even exist alongside each other. Oh, the answer was pretty simple—he was the only one doing all the talking when there were only the two of you.
Well, someone must do something with you. Killing you was not an option—your house would lose the greatest asset that could easily sweet-talk Professor Slughorn into calling off the test that, surely, nobody had been prepared for. Or defuse the tension between Draco Malfoy and Mattheo Riddle, who had gone at each other like two mad dogs again over yet another nonsense.
So, there was no better candidate to save Hogwarts from you—Theodore Nott would take that burden upon himself.
…
“Fuck, cara mia, just like that.” A raspy groan sent another heated, syrupy liquid down your insides. “Taking me so well... Your mouth was made for my cock, yeah? Look at me when I talk to you.”
It was hard to concentrate on Theo’s flushed face when hot tears were streaming down your cheeks. His hand gave your hair a harsh, impatient tug, forcing you to take another inch of him down your throat. Your nails were digging into his thighs, as if you were trying to push him away, allowing you just a moment to take a breath and not to choke around his thick length.
“Th—” your muffled grunts were so addictive to his ears, curving Theo’s lips into a wry smirk.
“I can’t hear you, tesoro. Is it too much for your little mouth? Tell me.” He bent down slightly, his grip on your hair tightened, a painful prickling scratched the back of your head.
You looked up at him—eyes gleaming in the dim light of his dormitory—and jerked in his hold, but Theo’s dark chuckle rumbled somewhere inside his chest.
“Oh, I’m starting to miss your voice since you’ve been so quiet lately.” A playful taunt added another layer into insatiable arousal that had been pooling in your lower stomach the whole evening and set your whole body on fire. Maybe even the cold stone floor against your knees was beginning to melt from the stifling heat in the room.
You sucked on his cock again, tongue tracing the throbbing vein just underside of it. Theo let out a deep growl, his free hand cupped your tear-stained cheek, thumb gently brushed away the remaining salty drop.
“I know you can do better that this, non è vero? Amore, don’t disappoint me.” He gave you an encouraging pat, only to push his cock further down your mouth afterwards. The tip grazing the back of your throat, a choked sob coursed violently through your entire body. Theo moaned at the vibration, his half-lidded eyes hungrily watching you drool all over your chin, bruised lips stretching around him so lovely he couldn’t stop grinning at the view before him.
You hollowed your cheeks just like he loved it; the head-spinning musky scent of his skin and his citrus cologne clanged to your skin. Merlin, you had so much to say right now—you could feel the bubble forming inside your chest, ready to burst out in strings of annoyance, complaints, and, of course, your oh-so-important opinion about him. He could see it too: in your glossy eyes, furrowed brow, in another pathetic attempt to push him away with your trembling palms on his thighs.
And he, like the true savior of Hogwarts, shut down your resentment with a forceful roll of his hips and a firm grip on your head. A surprised, very much angry gasp had never found a way out because Theo shoved his cock down your throat until you began to cough around it. You slapped him, and Theodore pulled out with a pleasant sigh and laughter. The milky-white, ropey saliva had connected you two just for a moment for Nott’s artistic nature to savor the sight, before he tapped your wet lips with the swollen tip.
“Nott, I fuc—” you hissed, wincing at the humiliating sound of skin-on-skin contact.
“Stare zitto, tesoro, stare zitto. Shut up.” Theodore rolled his eyes and with a fast, rough push silenced you for the second time today.
He gave you only a few moments to collect pieces of your shattered mind before he began to fuck your throat like his personal toy. You squeezed your tear-filled eyes shut; nails were clawing at his thighs, making Theo stiffen with a sharp intake of breath. But the welcoming tightness and those sweet whines of yours were dulling any pain, only bringing him closer to the edge.
“You have a perfect mouth, cara mia. I don’t know why everyone finds it so irritating. I think it was made for me to fuck it. Don’t you agree,my love?” His voice was thick with Italian accent, low and heavy, just like his cock on your tongue right now.
Theodore Nott, a quiet and perceptive boy, was reduced to a moaning, growling mess with his hands fisting your hair. Slurred murmurs of something like ‘cazzo’, ‘oh Dio, sì’ and ‘più veloce’ filled the small room; even though you didn’t understand a word, his broken mumbling was enough to damp your underwear with your own slick. A throbbing ache between your legs was only growing with every passing second of Theo’s grunts and the echoing, filthy noises of his battle against your mouth.
“Fuck, I’m going—cazzo… Let me…” His head fell back, entire body shuddering from the upcoming release. “Let me come in your throat. Be a good girl, tesoro, and take it.”
His cock twitched; the pace became erratic, almost aggressive while he used you just to chase that blissful peak. Your cute little mouth swallowed him almost fully, leaving only few inches untouched, but he fixed that grave mistake of yours with his own palm. A few strokes, a choked moan, and your throat, closing around his cock, finally sent Theo into hot ecstasy. He kept your head in place when the tangy ropes of his cum began to hit the back of your throat repeatedly.
You swallowed everything—you didn’t have a choice, to be honest. And when you realised that it was safe to finally push him away, you, much to your surprise, could only stare at him disapprovingly.
“Holy shit, tesoro…” he breathed out heavily, dark locks falling over his sweaty forehead, blue eyes foggy, and his body tingling in a sugary-sweet dizziness. “Now, do you have something to say?”
You pressed your glistening lips into a thin line; the bruised throat was raw and sore—every sound scraping against the abused flesh like a sharpened blade. You’d have to keep your mouth shut for a few days, that’s for sure.
“Silence, finally.” Theodore grinned, a triumphant note laced his voice.
Hogwarts was saved.
