thinking abt how Draco would react if u slapped him🧐🧐
it took you a second to realize you did. his head snapped to the side, his pale skin already reddening. a small gasp escaped you as his thrusts stopped, his cock still sheathed inside you.
his throat worked roughly around a swallow as he finally moved his head to look at you, grey eyes darkening. you already knew you were utterly fucked.
his hand shot out, gripping the wrist of the arm you used to slap him, pinning it above your head along with your other wrist. he pulled his cock out of you until only his tip was left inside before thrusting back in roughly. so rough that a hoarse cry slipped past your lips, back bowing off the bed.
“fucking brat.” he snarled, his hips slamming against yours roughly. the thick head of his cock kissed your cervix, most likely bruising it.
“f-fuck! slow down…” you cried out, arms attempting and failing at escaping his grasp.
he didn’t listen, thrusts only growing harsher. his free hand came down on you thigh, the action making your body jolt.
the thing was, he didn’t seem he was in pain. his chest heaved, breathless groans slipping past his lips every time he was fully seated inside your gummy walls. you knew you hadn’t slapped him that hard, yet he used it as an excuse to punish you. and punish you he did.
“let’s see if you want to put your hands on me again.” was the last thing he spat before making sure you never dared to disrespect him again
summary: who better to ask than your bestfriend when wanting to learn how to give a good blowjob?
warnings: mdni. blowjob. hair pulling. inexperienced reader. cursing. pet names ( mia cara) and i think that’s it.
A/N: I’ve been so obsessed with the Slytherin boys it’s not even funny. I also kinda hate this
Nerves ate at your stomach as you headed back towards the Slytherin common room, already ashamed of what you were about to ask your best friend.
You knew you shouldn't be asking this; it should've never even crossed your mind. Yet, you still found yourself at his door, knocking twice before entering.
“Teddy?” You called out, using the nickname you had for him since second year.
Lounging on his bed, he picked his head up, a crooked smile instantly appearing on his face. “Mia Cara.”
“Hi.” You blushed, embarrassment filling you. “Can we talk?”
His face turned serious, sensing your nerves. He sat up, eyebrows pinching together in confusion. “What’s wrong?”
“I need to ask a favor.” You said, taking a step closer.
“Okay…” he muttered, confused on why you were acting so weird. “What is it?”
Chewing on your bottom lip, you mentally cursed yourself before blurting out, “I need you to teach me how to give a blowjob.”
His eyes widened, not prepared for that. “You want me to… what?”
Your cheeks heated up more, a small groan escaping you. “I know! It’s weird, but I have a date this weekend and I don’t know how to do it. I just want to learn, and I’ve never done it and I'm scared-”
“Okay.” He cut you off. Now it was your turn to be confused.
“Wait... what?”
“I said okay. I’ll teach you.” He said, not looking disgusted or angry like you had expected him to be.
Well, that was easy.
“Fuck- use your tongue, just like that.”
Not even ten minutes later you were on your knees in front of his bed, his thick cock in your mouth.
Listening to him, you pressed your tongue against the underside of his cock, slowly bobbing your head down his length.
The salty taste of his precum coated your tongue, whimpers escaping you every time his tip hit the back of your throat.
His hands combed your hair back, holding the strands in a makeshift ponytail.
“You’re doing so good, Mia Cara.” He groaned. “Already a pro at this.”
The praise sent a wave of arousal over you, your panties embarrassingly wet.
You went slowly, letting your throat adjust to his impressive size. Bringing a hand up, you cupped his balls, gently massaging them. He moaned, head tipping back as he reveled in the feeling of his best friend's throat wrapped around his cock.
As you began feeling more comfortable, you sped up, bobbing your head in a steady pace.
Your thighs clenched together, skirt riding up. You hadn’t expected to feel so turned on just by having Theo’s cock in your mouth. I mean, you were practicing for your date for goodness' sake.
Still, your clit throbbed, slick coating your thighs each time you shifted.
His hips bucked, lifting off the bed and forcing his cock deeper into your mouth. You gagged around him, the lewd noises of you choking on him filling the room.
“Shit...” He hissed when he felt your throat tighten around him. “Such a good girl.”
You moaned at the words, looking up at him with glassy eyes.
He smirked at you, “Yeah? You like being called a good girl?”
You nodded, hands flexing from where they were seated on his thighs. He chuckled, moaning as your whimpers vibrated around him.
The hand that was holding your hair began to move your head for you, moving you exactly how he wanted you. Your hand still worked in tandem with your mouth, your cheeks hollowing around him.
His began thrusting slowly, fucking your mouth gently. He kept his eyes on you, stuck on where your lips stretched around him.
“cazzo, I'm close.” He moved your head faster, hips bucking up.
With a few more thrusts, he pulled you off him, your lungs burning from the sudden rush of air. You watched as he stroked himself quickly, a loud groan slipping past his lips as he finished all over his hand.
Spit covered your chin as you stood up on shaky legs, still breathless and undeniably turned on. He also stood up, cleaning his hand with a tissue before turning to face you.
The air burned between you, both of your cheeks flushed and red.
You heard him curse under his breath before he stepped forward, grabbing the back of your neck and smashing his lips against yours. You didn't fight it, hands coming up to grip his hair.
“Let me teach you something else, yeah?” He muttered against your lips, swallowing your moans.
summary: actions have consequences, but are they really so bad after draco finds out you were sneaking around with the one person he hates mosts?
warnings: choking. unprotected p in v. pull out method. pussy slapping. brief daddy kink. rough sex. fwb!draco (not a surprise) cursing. aftercare.
You tried your best to be quiet as you headed back towards the Slytherin common room; your feet aching from the heels you had thought would be a good idea.
Going to a Gryffindor party— with Harry, no less— in the first place wasn’t a good idea, especially when you knew what the consequences would be if a certain somebody found out.
After seeing you with Hermione a couple of times, Harry had asked you to join them at a party Gryffindor was hosting. You had thought about it, weighing out the pros and cons, and in the end, decided to go.
As long as draco didn’t find out you were hanging around his “enemy” as he liked to put it, you would be fine.
Unfortunately, unbeknownst to you, Blaise, Draco’s best friend, was also at that party, spotting you as he grabbed his nth drink of the night.
So, when he stumbled back to the Slytherin common room, seeing Draco reading on one of the couches, he casually mentioned seeing you with harry.
asshole.
You walked into the common room as quietly as you could, letting out a deep breath as you headed toward your dorm. Taking a quick glance around the room, your body froze when you saw Draco sitting on one of the couches, his gaze flicking down to the black dress you were now regretting putting on.
“Fuck.” You muttered, already knowing where this was going.
His hand closed around your throat, your pulse jumping wildly underneath his fingertips.
“Ngh- please.” You croaked out, hand flying up to grip his forearm. He had you pinned against the mattress, his cock ramming inside you for what felt like the millionth time that hour. Your cum from your earlier orgasm coated his cock, slowly ruining the bed sheets you were spread out on.
“Hanging out with fucking Potter.” He snarled, pulling out slowly just to hear you whine before slamming back in, his head falling back with a groan.
His rough pace began again, your body jolting forward with each thrust. Your breasts bounced wildly, littered in bite marks from what Draco hoped would “show potter what’s mine.”
“I-I’m sorry.” You whined, eyes fluttering shut. “Daddy… please.”
Your eyes quickly opened when his hand came down on your clit, your back arching almost completely off the bed, the mix of pain and pleasure making you tremble violently.
“You let Potter eye-fuck you all night and think you're just going to get away with it?” He asked mockingly, his fingers coming up to pinch your sensitive nipples. The action had you crying out, your body feeling like a live wire.
Tears filled your eyes from the sheer pleasure he was giving you, the hand around your throat making your mind fuzzy. You choked out a sob, already feeling your impending orgasm build.
He leaned down, removing his hand before burying his face in the crook of your neck, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses, tongue darting out for a taste. Your head instinctively tipped back to allow him more access, the pleasure making your toes curl.
“Draco- ‘m gonna cum.” you whimpered, you hand finding home in his hair, nails scraping against his scalp.
He groaned against your skin, pulling back to look you in your glassy eyes. His eyes softened even as he kept his rough pace, “yeah? Cum for me, love.”
His lips crashed against yours, muffling your cries as you came for the second time that night. Your pussy clamped around his cock, his hips stuttering before he pulled out, stroking his glistening cock quickly. A sharp cry of your name slipped past his lips as his cum shot out onto your stomach, marking you as his even more.
His chest heaved as he got up to grab a washcloth, his shaky legs confirming he enjoyed it as much as you had.
He cleaned you up gently, a sharp contrast to how he was just fucking you a couple of minutes ago.
You watched as his throat worked around a swallow before he spoke up, “I didn't go to hard on you, did I, love?” He asked, eyes flicking up to your face to gauge your reaction.
“no.” you whispered, grasping his chin in your hand before dragging him down for another kiss. “I'm sorry.”
“Shh.” He silenced you with another kiss, thumb stroking your cheek.
This didn't mean Harry wouldn't pay for touching what's Draco's though.
summary: is it really so bad that you can’t keep your hands off him?
warnings: literally pure filth. shower sex. unprotected p in v. spanking. hair pulling. masturbation (m receiving.) come eating. improper use of a shower head…
A/N: it’s so short but imo filthy. just couldn’t stop thinking and shower sex w Theo 🤤
The wet sound of skin slapping against skin along with the shower running fills the room. Your hands press against the glass door, the steam making it foggy. Hot water runs down your arched back, Theo thrusting into you from behind.
“Just like that.” He groans when your hips push back against him, his hand tangling in your wet hair, pulling harshly, craning your neck back. His pace speeds up, his other hand coming down on your ass roughly, the already red skin stinging even more.
“Theo- don't stop.” you beg, panting and moaning as your walls tighten around his cock. You had already gone at it once, and after getting in the shower to clean up, you couldn't help but beg him to fuck you again.
Your breasts bounced with every thrust, nipples tight and aching. You felt Theo reach behind him, your head looking over your shoulder momentarily before you felt the warm spray of water coming from the shower head right against your clit.
You back bowed, a high-pitched whine slipping past your lips as the dual stimulation sent your body into overdrive. “Oh god!”
His pace never faltered, still fucking you harshly as he held the shower head.
It took only a couple more seconds before your orgasm loomed over you, a choked moan escaping you as you squirted, your pussy clenching around Theo.
He groaned, pulling out, watching your cunt spasm.
You had barely gotten over your orgasm, thighs still trembling before he spun you around, forcing you onto your knees.
His head fell back with a groan as his hand flew over his cock, stroking it furiously.
Sticking your tongue out, you waited for him to finish, desperate to taste him.
The sight of you on your knees for him, tongue out, looking thoroughly fucked out had his balls tightening.
“Shit-” thick spurts of cum landed on your tongue and chin, painting your face. You moaned as you tasted him, swallowing what you could.
His chest heaved as he pulled you up, smashing his lips against yours. Smirking into the kiss, you snaked your tongue into his mouth, forcing him to taste himself.
When you finally pulled back, both of you were breathless and flushed.
showing professor!tom just how bad you need that grade… (18+)
“deeper... come on, I know you can do it.” he murmurs, voice slightly strained as his hands tangle in your hair.
your knees dig into the hardwood floor of his office, tears stinging your eyes as his tip hits the back of your throat over and over again.
you couldn't even complain, you had asked for this—no, begged. you were on the verge of failing his class and there was nothing worse than dealing with the disappointment of your parents, and after Tom explained he couldn't change your grade, you quickly suggested a... different solution.
but you weren't thinking about your grade right now. no, you were only focused on the way his thick cock filled your mouth, on making him feel good. the way his head tips back when you hollow your cheeks, or the way his throat works as he swallows roughly when you swirl your tongue around his leaking tip, precum and spit dibbling down your chin.
“fuck, doll. You’re doing so good.” a low groan slips past his lips and goes straight to your core, the lewd sound making your already damp panties wetter. you look up at him with glassy eyes, desperate to please him.
he only lets out a hoarse chuckle, his thumb swiping back and forth on your cheek in a soothing way, even if the way his cock stretches your throat is anything but that.
“who would've thought you'd be so desperate for a grade, sucking my cock like a little slut.”
his degrading words have you clenching around nothing, thighs rubbing together for some sense of relief. your eyes flutter shut, a whimper escaping you and vibrating around his length. the hand holding your hair begins to move your head for you, guiding you just the way he wants. and you let him.
you open your eyes to watch his face contort in pleasure as he fucks your throat, his jaw clenched so tightly it must ache. your hand moves to cup his balls, massaging gently.
you watch as he curses under his breath, his chest heaving and cock jerking as spurts of cum fill your mouth.
“swallow it.” he demands, holding your head down until he feels your throat work around him, tears slipping down your cheeks as you splutter around him.
you finally pull off him breathlessly, chest heaving for air, and your inner thighs covered in slick. he leans forward, thumb pressing down on your bottom lip until you open your mouth, showing him you swallowed everything he gave you.
he groans quietly, thumb slipping out of your mouth. “good girl.”
safe to say, you fixed your grade and got extra credit.
a/n: ahh I’ve missed you guys and I finally have motivation… maybe a draco fic coming soon🧐💕
i fear it’s canon that Lorenzo Berkshire is a munch… (18+)
“please… i-I cant.” You whimper, pushing at his head uselessly. His tongue flicks your clit before sucking it into his mouth, gently scraping his teeth against it in a way that has your back arching off the mattress.
“Yes you can.” He growls, pulling you closer by your thighs. He moans when they close around his head, most likely cutting off his air supply, but he doesn’t complain.
His tongue moves lower, prodding at your entrance, tasting how sweet you are. “You just taste so good..” he practically whines, looking up at you with hooded eyes.
He looks drunk off you, too lost in the need to pleasure you and how good you feel on his tongue. Even as your thighs begin to tremble in overstimulation, he keeps going.
“One more, I know you can, love.” He begs, fucking his tongue inside you, his nose nudging your clit.
And when you do come, he moans into you, his hips thrusting against the mattress in a desperate attempt to relieve his throbbing cock.
“Good girl.” He finally pulls back, panting, your juices coating his lips and chin. Taking in the sight of you, panting and practically boneless, he smirks to himself, finally satisfied.
Hi! I love the way you write. I hope you take requests because I have an idea, and I'm sure you'd write it perfectly.
One of the boys in Slytherin is your boyfriend, but he's always too busy to pay attention to you whenever you're out with the group. One of his friends (also a Slytherin boy—it doesn't matter which one) has a crush on you and wants to help. One evening, he follows you to the bathroom, kisses you, and offers to give you the attention his friend never does. Then I'd love to see scenes where they're secretly doing it just a few meters away from her boyfriend, along with similar situations, until Y/N realizes she's fallen for her new lover.
𝙳𝙴𝚂𝙴𝚁𝚅𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄 ࿎ 𝙻.𝙱
Summary: after years of feeling invisible to your boyfriend, Enzo steps up, treating you the way you deserve to be treated.
Warnings: oral (f receiving) unprotected p in v. cheating. slight exhibitionism. semi-public sex. angst. uhh lmk if i missed anything.
A/N: omg I absolutely love this ask and thank you sm🥹🥹 I chose Enzo cus he’s just so sweet, and I hope I did your ask justice!!
The great hall filled with chatter as students piled in, people talking about their plans for the weekend filling the room
Heading over to the Slytherin table, you sat down next to Mattheo who was already deep in conversation with Theo and Blaise. “Hi Mattheo.” you murmured, flashing him a small smile to which he barely glanced at, “Hey.” His hand fell to your thigh possessively, squeezing the soft flesh.
You weren't surprised at his cold demeanor, already used to how he acted. He barely acknowledged you at times, and it seemed today was one of those days. Barely looking at you, not paying attention to anything you had to say, all the while you sat there and pretended it didn't affect you.
Maybe it was pathetic, but you still loved him. He was your first boyfriend, first boy to take you out on dates and say he loved you, even if he didn't act like it anymore.
You let out a sigh, looking at everybody else at the table engrossed in conversation. Not Enzo though, his eyes were on you, or more how Mattheo ignored you. Your eyes caught his, giving him the same smile you had given Mattheo earlier. Except this time, it was reciprocated.
You had known Enzo for years, having sat with him in potions your second year. He was a nice guy, honestly, always sharing his candy with you, giving you notes when you zoned out in class, the type of boy Mattheo used to be. So, it wasn't out of the blue for him to smile or talk to you.
Mattheo’s conversation had died down, and it was like he suddenly remembered you existed. Turning to you, the hand that was still on your thigh squeezed again. “Hi babe.” He muttered, eyes falling to your lips.
Your movements felt almost robotic as his hand moved to yours, fingers intertwining. The feeling of your hand in his used to feel warm and comforting, a reminder you had somebody who loved you. Now, it felt forced, like you had to remind yourself to act the perfect girlfriend.
To make things worse, this weekend was your three-year anniversary. It was the same date each year, a stroll through Hogsmeade, him buying you whatever candy you wanted from Honeydukes, then proceeding to eat said candy as you both sat on the astronomy tower well after curfew. The first year was spectacular, one of your most fond memories with him. The second year, he had forgotten until the night before when you reminded him, apology after apology until you begrudgingly let it go. This year? You would be surprised if he even thought about you.
“So,” you turned to face him fully, “are we still on for Saturday?” The smile on your face was forced, false hope filling you. Maybe, just maybe, he had remembered and you would spare yourself the embarrassment.
Unfortunately, that wasn't the case, and you knew it would most likely never be.
His eyebrows pinched in confusion before realization dawned across his face.
At least you didn't have to tell him.
“Shit,” he cursed, glancing back towards his friends who were too busy talking about whatever girl they were shagging at moment to realize what was going on next to them, “I already have plans for Saturday.”
Your face fell slightly, even if you weren't surprised, it still hurt the same. The hand that was clutching his loosened its grip, your eyes darting away from him.
He quickly grasped your chin, turning your head back towards him. “I'll make it up to you, I promise.” He muttered, his dark brown eyes locked on yours like they had countless times before. The only difference was the lack of warmth and affection they once held.
“it's fine.” you reassured despite the hurt and embarrassment filling you. You managed to conjure up a small smile, squeezing his hand before standing up. “I'm just going to go to the bathroom.”
You didn't wait for his response before turning towards the door and speedwalking out, doing your best to will away the tears already filling your eyes. You had barely made it to the empty bathroom before the hot tears began to slide down your cheeks. You felt so stupid for even having the smallest bit of hope, for allowing yourself to be ignored and only remembered when needed.
You weren't the girl he loved, and you were sure you hadn't been for a while. No boy who loved you would let you go days without a word, treat his friends with more respect than he had ever given you.
Your sniffles and small cries filled the otherwise silent bathroom, unable to hold in your emotions any longer.
You faintly heard the bathroom door open, your head snapping towards it as your hands flew to wipe your cheeks.
A part of you hoped it was Mattheo, but you knew deep down, it would never be him.
Shock and worry filled you as Enzo came around the corner, his eyes soft and warm.
“w-what are you doing in here?” You asked hurriedly, looking towards the mirror to take in your appearance, your puffy red eyes doing nothing to hide the fact you had been crying.
He let out a small sigh before stepping forward. “I saw what happened.” He admitted his eyes waiting for your reaction.
The walls you had just let down rose back up, not wanting to be seen as vulnerable and broken, even if you knew you were.
“Nothing happened.” You said sternly, eyeing him as he took another step towards you. When he didn't stop, you took a step back, your lower back hitting the sink.
“y/n...” His eyes watched your every movement as he let out another sigh. “I know he treats you like shit.”
His words had your eyes widening, fear and shock coming over you. You opened your mouth to argue, but he quickly cut you off.
“I know that you deserve better, that he ignores you, only remembers you when all of his friends are too busy. And I know for a fact that an asshole like him doesn't deserve a girl like you.”
You were surprised at how true his words were, how he knew so much despite you never saying a bad word about Mattheo. Even if you knew he was right, you still argued back.
“that's not true and you have no right to come in here and say all this about-”
You didn't get to finish your sentence before you heard him curse under his breath and take his last step toward you. His hand cupped your cheek gently before he leaned in, pressing his soft lips against yours.
Your eyes widened, hands flying to push at his chest, yet when they met the fabric of his robes, they closed around it desperately. It took you a second to realize you were kissing him back, lips moving in unison as your strawberry Chapstick hit his tongue.
The sound of him groaning quietly had your mind pushing past the lust filled fog that was crowding your thoughts. Pulling back, both of you stared at each other, the surprised look on his face matching the one on yours.
He swallowed roughly, your eyes darting down to his Adams apple before flicking back up to his eyes. Eyes that were filled with so much attraction and affection you almost reared back at the sight.
“I'm sorry. I shouldn't-”
You didn't let him finish, your own hands grabbing his cheeks and pulling his lips back to yours. Your eyes fluttered shut, your mind seemingly forgotten about Mattheo as you snaked your tongue into Enzo's mouth, tasting the mint gum he was always chewing.
He kissed you back with just as much fervor, hands flying to grip your hips over your skirt. His hand grabbed your thigh, lifting your leg around his waist so he could press the evidence of his arousal against you.
Your head fell back as his lips left yours, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses down the column of your throat. His groan vibrated against your sensitive skin as your nails scraped against his scalp, his hips pushing against your clothed core.
“Enz...” you whimpered, tugging him back up by the hair, mouths meeting in a sloppy kiss.
When you finally separated, your cheeks flushed and his chest heaved as he panted for air.
It took you a couple seconds to realize what you had just done, guilt hitting you like a freight train. “Shit.” You cursed before pushing past him. You tried to rush out the bathroom but the hand that closed around your wrist stopped you.
“We can't do this.” you shot out, trying and failing to tug your wrist out of his grip, “it was a mis-”
“don't.”
His eyes softened but his voice stayed firm, "Don't say this was a mistake. Are you just going to run back to that asshole and wait until he suddenly remembers you exist?”
The words stung no matter how right he was, “I can't do that to him.” You whispered despite the voice in your head telling you to take the opportunity that was right in front of you.
“He doesn't have to know.” Enzo took a step forward, forcing you to look up at him. “I have been watching him ignore and forget you while you sat there and took it. You don't deserve that, nobody deserves that.”
He let out a pained breath, his eyes closing for a second as if he was holding back. “I like you. a lot. and it pains me to just sit here and watch you stay in a relationship where he isn't giving the same effort.”
The confession had the walls you fought to put up slowly coming down. You knew he was right, even before he said it. Yet a part of you couldn't bear the thought of leaving Mattheo.
“I can't break up with him.” You admitted, watching his expression falter. The desperation written across his face had your heart clenching painfully.
“Then don't.” His hand moved from your wrist to your hand, squeezing gently. “Just... let me have a part of you, please.”
Something about this boy had the fight in you giving up. You knew cheating was a horrible thing, but you were torn between him and Mattheo.
It's not like he would've paid enough attention to notice.
“I'm not leaving him.” You murmured, inching closer towards Enzo. “And nobody can know.”
His eyes softened, the words barely leaving your mouth before he leaned in again, kissing you softly. You could feel him smile against your lips, his thumb stroking your cheek in a way that had your hands fisting his robes.
Shit.
︶ ֢ ⏝ ֢ ︶ ୨୧ ︶ ֢ ⏝ ֢ ︶
Mattheo’s hand was firm around your waist as you walked around Honeydukes, eyeing all the candy.
“What are you planning on getting?” He mumbled, looking around the store that was filled with students.
“I don't know,” you sighed, “maybe just some chocolate.”
He hummed, his eyes finally turning towards you. You walked around a bit more, his arm staying around your waist. The feeling would've usually had you smiling, the warmth of him invading your senses. Now, it just felt cold, not bringing you the usual joy.
Ever since you started hooking up with Enzo in secret, anything Mattheo did lost its touch. You knew that your relationship wasn't what it used to be, but there was something that was holding you back from leaving. Maybe because you had spent over 3 years together, but even then, the time had felt wasted.
You vaguely heard Mattheo saying something about seeing his friends in the store before he sauntered off. You weren’t even surprised.
You absentmindedly wandered the store, nothing particularly on your mind. That was until you felt a hand close around your wrist, tugging you towards the appliance room you had just passed.
The scream died in your throat as you felt a hand cover your mouth, Enzo’s dark brown eyes coming into sight.
You ripped his hand away from your mouth, your eyes flicking around the dark room.
“Enzo!” You hissed, “what are you doing?”
His response was a lazy smile, his hands finding home on your hips.
“I saw you, and I wanted you.” He shrugged, eyes flicking down to your shirt that had ridden up, showing a generous amount of skin.
You sighed, arms crossing over your chest. “Enzo, we are literally in a store full of people, including Mattheo.”
A small pout formed on his lips, his lower lip jutting out. It would be so easy to lean in and kiss him, tugging on it with your teeth.
Despite the awkward situation, the thought of somebody hearing you and Enzo sent a thrill down your spine, your panties growing wet.
“I guess you’ll just have to be quiet.” His lips tugged into a smirk as he waited for your response.
You knew the risk, knew what would happen if the wrong person walked in. Yet you still found yourself nodding meekly, your cheeks heating up as he fell down onto his knees in front of you.
His hands worked your jeans down your legs, groaning at the sight of you, aching and soaked. “Fuck…” he muttered, your leg moving to rest on his shoulder.
He leaned in, his tongue licking from your entrance to your puffy clit, his lips suckling on the sensitive bud.
Your breathless moan filled the room, your hand flying down to grip his messy locks.
The taste of you lingered on his tongue as he pulled back, looking up at you with hooded eyes. “You have to be quiet for me, love.”
You nodded quickly, the hand in his hair pushing him back to where you needed. He moved obediently, hands gripping your hips as his tongue circled around your clit.
Your head fell back against the wall behind you, a choked whimper slipping past your lips. You faintly heard him groan before the loss of his tongue on you made you look down.
“Love.” He groaned, “be quiet. you don’t want everybody outside knowing how good I make you feel, do you?”
The faint sounds of students chatting and laughing throughout Honeydukes hit your ears, a reminder that you weren’t alone.
“Please. I’ll be quiet.” You whimpered impatiently. He nodded before leaning in again, groaning at how sweet you tasted on his tongue.
Your hand flew to your mouth, muffling the moans that threatened to expose you. Even then, your sounds were too loud.
Enzo cursed under his breath before standing up, his hands working on his belt. “Fuck it. If we get caught, I'm at least getting caught inside you.”
Pulling his boxers down, his dick jutted out, slapping against his stomach and smearing precum along his happy trail.
His words sent a wave of arousal over you, your hands crossing over his neck as he lifted you up by your thighs, your back against the wall.
His lips smashed against yours right as he thrust into you, the stretch making you cry out, your eyes screwing shut.
His groan vibrated against your lips as he began a steady pace, his cock thrusting in and out of you. The drag of his cock a long your velvety walls had your toes curling in your boots.
His tongue snaked into your mouth, the taste of your arousal hitting your tastebuds.
“Enzo…” you cried against his lips, hands clutching his hair in your fist desperately.
The sound of his name on your lips had him moaning, his head nuzzling into the crook of your neck.
“Fuck- you feel so, so good.” His lips sucked on the sensitive skin under your ear, hips moving frantically.
You bit your lip in an attempt to muffle your sounds, eyes screwing shut as you let the pleasure take over you.
His thumb moved downwards, finding your clit almost immediately, drawing tight circles on the bud.
“D-Don’t stop,” you begged, thighs trembling around his waist, “fuck!” You hid your face in his neck, mirroring him, the familiar scent you had grown to like over the last few weeks filling your nostrils.
“Shit,” he whimpered, thrusts growing messy and fast, “I'm gonna cum.”
His thumb moved faster, matching the pace of his thrusts.
After a few more thrusts, you heard him cry out your name, the sound muffled by your neck. His cock pulsed inside you before filling you with his cum, his orgasm triggering your own.
Tears of pleasure stung your eyes as you choked out a moan, the pleasure almost blinding. The hands gripping your thighs tightened hard enough to leave marks, his thumb slowing down, allowing you to ride out the pleasure.
He picked his head up, cheeks red and eyes full of lust and attraction. Your fingers swiped his hair back, the strands wet due to sweat.
“Jesus.” He mumbled, leaning in to kiss you one last time as he pulled his softening cock out of you, his cum leaking down your thighs.
He placed you down on shaky legs, kneeling in front of you to pick up your pants, only stopping to place a gentle kiss on your hip bone.
When he stood back up, he swallowed roughly, his hand moving to smooth down your hair. It almost looked like he wanted to say more, but he stayed silent.
“I should go.” You whispered but made no move to leave.
“Yeah, you should.” His arms fell to his side, eyes taking in your disheveled appearance.
After a second, you finally snapped out of whatever trance you two were in.
“Bye, Enz.” You mumbled, glancing at him before you snuck back into the crowded store.
You eventually found Mattheo, Blaise and Draco chatting his ear off about the last quidditch match they lost.
His flicked towards you, the pinch of his eyebrows sending a wave of fear over you.
“Where’d you go?” He muttered, hand coming around your waist.
“Oh- I, uh, just went to the bathroom.” You mumbled, avoiding his eyes. He looked as if he wanted to press the situation but was quickly distracted when Draco called his name.
You seriously needed to stop being so risky.
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“Fuck, please don’t stop.” Enzo’s hands gripped your waist desperately as you lifted yourself off him before slamming back down. Grinding your clit on his pelvic bone, you gripped his shoulders, high pitched whines slipping past your lips.
He moaned as he leaned forward, taking your nipple into his mouth before sucking, flicking his tongue against the hard bud. His hands helped you ride his aching cock, picking you up before moving you back down.
“God- you’re so tight.” He whimpered against your boob, one hand leaving your waist to pinch and pull at your other nipple.
The sensation of his mouth and hand on your nipple along with his thick cock hitting spots deep inside you had you crying out, thighs trembling violently as your orgasm washed over you.
The feeling of your walls tightening around him had him moaning, eyes screwing shut right before you felt his cock jerk, thick spurts of cum painting your insides white.
You climbed off him, flopping down next to him. He pulled you to rest atop his chest, a thin sheen of sweat covering both of your guy's skin.
His eyes flicked down towards you, long lashes fanning across your cheek. “You’re so gorgeous.” He mumbled, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss to your forehead.
The compliment had a blush coming over your cheeks despite the countless times he’s said it. You could never get bored of this, of him.
These moments after sex, gentle conversation or just comfortable silence, had you grinning from ear to ear even after you parted ways.
For some reason, this time felt a bit different; maybe it had been for a while. But as your fingers drew random shapes over his ribs, your mind flashed images of what had started off as a casual, forbidden hookup into something you began loving more than the boy who you were still with.
You still felt guilty at times. The fact you were cheating on somebody who you had been with for over three years had your heart squeezing painfully.
But Enzo and Mattheo were so different. Enzo was so gentle and attentive, not to say Mattheo wasn’t gentle, but Enzo had fixed the part of you that felt invisible, even if you weren’t giving him what he deserved.
The more you thought about it, the clearer it became. You didn’t love Mattheo, and you were sure you hadn’t for a while.
Maybe the boy you met in third year, who bought you every candy you wanted. But not the boy who preferred his friends over you, who couldn’t even return a smile.
Enzo must’ve noticed that you weren’t with him right now, nudging you gently.
“You okay?” He asked softly, eyes locking onto yours.
You couldn’t even remember the last time Mattheo asked if you were okay.
Mattheo didn’t deserve you; you now realized, someone better did. And maybe, that someone could be Enzo.
“You said Mattheo didn’t deserve me.” You muttered, referring to that night in the girls' bathroom months ago. His eyes filled with confusion at the sudden change in topic, “yeah…?”
You hesitated before continuing, scared of what Enzo might say if you had interpreted these last few months differently than he had.
“I think somebody better does.” Your throat worked around a swallow, the words getting lodged in your throat. “I think you do. At least, I want you to.”
You gauged his reaction, a small fraction of your fear dissolving as his lips tugged into a soft smile.
“Yeah? Well, I think I do too.”
please please please i need enzo with some condescending praise. Preferably a friends to lovers xxx
oh lordssss🤤🤤
his fingers grasp your chin, thumb digging into your bottom lip as he forces you to look at him. his hips move at a steady pace, thick cock dragging against your velvety walls.
“fuck,” he groans, “look at you, all cute and desperate for me.”
your eyes flutter shut as the pleasure becomes almost overwhelming, his words only pushing you closer to the edge.
the hand around your chin tightens, shaking your head lightly.
“uh uh, eyes open, baby.” and when you do look at him, he only smirks in satisfaction.
“enz…” your nails dig into the skin of his forearm, your other hand gripping the sheets so tight your knuckles turn white. “i cant.”
“yes you can.” he says mockingly, picking up his pace just to show you he’s right . “You wanted this, didn’t you? Wanted me to fuck you like the slut you are? God- you feel so good.”
That’s all it takes for your orgasm to wash over you. Head tipping back, spine arching off the mattress as you clench around him, milking his cock for all he’s worth.
He buries his face in the crook of your neck, his groan vibrating against your skin. You faintly hear him mutter words like “beautiful.” and “good girl.” as he pulls out, his cum leaking out of you, showing exactly who’s girl you are <3
a/n: short little drabble bc i did NOT feel like writing a whole fic. sorry but I’ve been so sick💔
