(;¬_¬) Alpha Tendencies - Clark Kent x Omega male reader
Word Count: 2.2k
Plot: Childhood best friends turn into something more when red kryponite forces out Clark's perverted thoughts
Featuring: Alpha (Smallville) Clark Kent x Omega male reader
Note: Presenting as A/B/O happens around 18 in this AU, not around regular puberty at 14!!!!!!
ALSO! Never watched this series(?) and I know nothing abt DC other than what I've read from fanfiction so pls excuse any continuity issues and such!
Warnings: amab m!reader / FDNI ~ Minors DNI!
Alpha!Clark who's been protective over you since childhood. The two of you had been best friends and 'neighbours' since you two learnt to walk 'n talk! You were the closest house to Clark's farm; still pretty much in the middle of nowhere, but close enough that the brunette would knock on your door every day to get you outside to play together. And even though you two hadn't even presented yet, it was like you both naturally knew to settle into that Alpha-Omega rhythm. Clark would always watch out for you, his blood pressure spiking and his little fangs baring whenever you hurt yourself whilst playing or a stranger approached.
Alpha!Clark who presented as an Alpha and literally couldn't stop thinkin' about you. During his entire first rut, his brain was consumed with thoughts of you. Thoughts of you being such a good omega and helping him with school work, thoughts of him scaring off your bullies who thought you were too flamboyant, thoughts of you beneath him, thoughts of you purring Clark's name into his ear...
It really affected Clark. He felt so full of shame once he'd come to after his rut had ended; he literally couldn't look you in the eye for a week!
Alpha!Clark who had discovered a new side of himself, a side he tried so hard to shove down and keep hidden. A side which would keep Clark up at night unless he jerked off to the thought of you, his innocent, perfect, sexy childhood best friend, in compromising positions and situations with the Alpha. A side to himself which made it so difficult for Clark to concentrate on what you were saying when you're eyes looked so pretty looking up at him, when your scent was making his brain feel fuzzy and his dick ache, oh and especially when your voice saying his name to get his attention sounded so sweet. But the superhuman kept this perverted side of himself bottled up. That was until he received a gift.
Alpha!Clark who couldn't turn down a gift from the Omega he'd been desperate to court since childhood. So, when you presented him with a silver band-like ring, how could he resist putting it on? Though both of you were unaware that the minuscule red gem encrusted into the ring, the one you thought was a plastic rhinestone, was actually one of the last tiny pieces of red kryptonite left on earth (excuse the lack of series knowledge). And you wouldn't find out for a while. After all, it was such a tiny piece that it affected Clark very minutely. Though it slowly but surely picked up speed.
Alpha!Clark who thought he just felt a bit braver recently. Maybe his brain had fully developed. Or perhaps he just stopped thinking about consequences or morals as much, but he was definitely acting differently...
Again, it started off slow and small. An out-of-pocket kinda sexual comment about you that you'd laugh off: "Your lips look good around that popsicle". Then it turned into more open courting; yeah, you and Clark had kind of been courting each other since childhood, but now the Alpha was carrying your bag around all day and giving you gifts every morning. Then came the jealousy; an alpha couldn't get a word in if Clark was around, whether the said alpha be a friend of yours or even sometimes a teacher, Clark would be on them like white on rice; holding back snarls as his arm snakes around your waist, baring his teeth, and making passive-aggressive comments.
Alpha!Clark who was still managing to put up a 'good Alpha' front despite the influence of the kryptonite. But behind closed doors, it was a very different story. The laundry basket in your room had tempted Clark many times, to the point it became routine for him to sneak a pair of your underwear and take it home with him, replacing it with a pair he'd stolen a couple of weeks past, which had lost your scent. Oh, and not to mention the way that any time you would sleep over at his house, share a bed with him, Clark would make sure you were asleep and jerk off until his dick felt like it would fall off. You just looked so fucking perfect and blissful next to (below) him, how could he resist? How could he stop?
Alpha!Clark who had reached his boiling point. It was a hot summer day, and Clark was being made to help out on his parents' farm while school was out. Of course you offered to help him out, and how could he say no? It was getting to a point that Clark could barely go a whole day without seeing you. But you were really doing the opposite of helping him. Sure, you were getting the jobs around the farm done, no complaints there. But you were rendering the young alpha practically inept with the way your skimpy summer clothes were showing off your skin, the way your body was shiny and sweaty from the hot summer air, and holy shit, the way your face was flushed along with your cute pants of exhaustion? Clark could feel the boner in his pants almost tear the seams of his briefs.
Alpha!Clark who finally submitted to the influence of the red kryptonite in his ring, meaning he finally gave into his desires, his basic Alphan needs. You don't even know how it happened, but one second you were moving around some haybales in the Kent's barn, and the next you were sitting atop said haybales with Clark standing between your legs, kissing you feverishly. His scent of mineral musk and small notes of grapefruit was all you could smell, making your head feel fuzzy as you reciprocated the kiss, the kiss from your childhood best friend. Clark, on the other hand, was greedily inhaling the sweet smell of vanilla bean and sandalwood that was leaking from your scent gland; the alpha literally huffing through his nose whilst moulding his lips against yours, you'd think Clark was addicted to your scent.
Alpha!Clark who had his (temporary) fix of your lips and started kissing down your neck, stopping to give your scent gland some attention, and all the way down to the waistline of your shorts. Before it even registered to you, mainly due to the Alpha pheremones weakening your frontal cortex to increase the chance of reproduction, Clark was on his knees below you; his strong, muscular arms holding your thighs up and his chiselled face between your asscheeks. Loud moans and desperate whines echoed throughout the barn and only worked to egg Clark on as he worked his warm, wet tongue into your hole; your gushing slick and his own spit literally flowing down his chin and perfect jawline like some lewd waterfall. Your fingers gripped the Alpha's brown locks with a force that to you felt like a lot, but to the absolute hunk of an Alpha beneath you felt like an adorable attempt. Your toes curled in the air above Clark's head as your thighs shook from the intense pleasure of an Alpha eating you out like he was starved, because after pinning for you for so many years, Clark may as well have been.
Alpha!Clark who felt his heart skip a beat and his inner alpha scream in pleasure when you came on his tongue as you moaned out Clark's name. But the Alpha fell in love with you even more (though that would be literally impossible) when, after basking in the afterglow of your earthshattering orgasm, you offered Clark the same treatment, explaining with an embarrassed blush that you didn't want him to feel left out. That's how you both ended up lying hayloft of Clark's barn; you on top of the muscular alpha in a sixty-nine position, his dick in your mouth and vice versa. To say that Clark had never felt so much pleasure before would be an understatement, 'cause the way you started to gently lap at the Alpha's musky, inhumanely large dick and then transitioned into head sloppier than Clark had seen in porno's? That shit made Clark wanna cum then and there. But don't think that just 'cause the brunnette was almost drunk on pleasure that he wasn't focusing on your pleasure too! No, no, Clark was having to wrap his muscular arms around your hips to keep them still; the top he was giving you was making you leak slick and pre like a tap left runnin'! Seriously though, Clark could fit your entire omegan prick inside his mouth with ease, and the way his tongue would rub your tip whilst his cheeks would hollow was making you see stars.
Alpha!Clark who held off his orgasm, perks of being Kryptonian, unlike you, who shot another load down the Alpha's throat and leaked so much slick that Clark could have drowned. Though Clark was more than happy to hold off his orgasm if it meant he could knot his Omega; yes, his Omega, 'cause at this point, marking and knotting you were formalities to claiming you.
By the time the aftershocks of your second orgasm had quietened down, Clark already had you in another position; kneeling behind you as your chest lay flat on the hayloft, your hips on the other hand, propped up and presenting for your Alpha. Clark gave you the grace of entering you slowly and giving you time to adjust to his ten-inch monster; though from the mewls and moans of pain and pleasure you were letting out, his soft approach barely helped.
Alpha!Clark who rocked your world the moment you gave him the green light. We're talking backshots that could be heard all the way in England; Clark's huge, masculine hands gripping your hips tight enough to move you on and off his cock but gently enough to let you know he cares. Your breathy moans loudly reverberated throughout the barn as Clark knocked the wind out of you with every thrust, and the Alpha's own groans and moans harmonised with yours so nicely. Your scents mixed in the air along with the smell of slick, spit, and sweat; the hot, humid summer air making even the open-plan barn stink of raw sex. The scene looked like it belonged in a VHR porno, and both of you couldn't get enough of it; your Omega keening and purring at the physical and emotional feeling of having an Alpha like Clark want you in this way, and Clark's alpha roaring in pleasure and pride from having his Omega beneath him and drunk on pleasure from his doing.
Alpha!Clark who checked in on you one last time before letting himself go, leaning down, his muscular chest to your arching back, and whispering in your ear 'you doin' good? Mind if I knot you, darling?'. Ugh and when you give the man a forced nod and moan out a 'yes please'? How could Clark help himself? He'd wrapping and arm around your waist and another around head, letting your head rest against his huge bicep as his hips start moving at a speed your body could barely register or handle. All you could remember other than your own lewd sounds and moans was Clark's groaned-out string of perverted, raw, Alphan comments as he knotted you.
"Fuck you're so tight" "So fuckin' good for me- the- NGH- perfect fucking Omega" "AH- Shit-! so wet and warm just for your- your alpha" "Fuck 'm gonna knot you 'n fill you with my pups, darlin' You want that, don't ya?"
That dirty talk, along with the feeling of Clark's thick knot pushing against your rim, was what sent you over the edge for a third time. You saw white, then black, then stars of white again as your vision came back in small spots. Your dick soaked the wood and hay below you with infertile Omegan cum, your breathy moans and whiny pants mixed with Clark's moans and croons as his knot kept him locked inside of you; his thick, warm, scarily fertile cum filling you to the brim. Every unconscious pulse of your walls coaxed and forced another shot of seed out of Clark; a natural push and pull from your inner Omega and Alpha. At the end of the day, no matter how much pleasure you get out of this, the end goal, whether you want it or not, is pups.
Alpha!Clark who would gently rub your hips and the side of your thighs as the intense aftershocks stop. The silence, accompanied by soft panting from both of you, was calming, and the feeling of Clark's hands rubbing your body and the marks left on it did wonders in relaxing you. Clark gently moved the two of you into a spooning position, mindful of his knot still keeping him rock hard and locked inside of you, and played with your hair as you both talked sweet nothings.
"Y'know... I think I fell for you the moment I laid eyes on you"
"Really? That quickly hmhm...? I think I fell for you when you carried me home when I scraped my knee"
"That happened quite often, you'll have to be more specific haha"
"Shut up... So... what did this mean?"
"If it were fully up to me... I'd of marked you and paraded you around the town as my Omega by now... But the deciding vote will always be yours, [name]"
"Hmhm~ I think we can take it a little slower than that... I think boyfriends is a good place to start~"
ANGEL | Having a best friend who wants to be the one to take your virginity…
Male Best Friend!OC x Male Reader
Warnings: Smut, you’re both 18 (still in high school), purity kink (oc), cheating (oc on his girlfriend, anal sex, blowjob, fingering, fucking while his parents are home…
Summary: He’s your fuckboy best friend who wants you…
(A/n: First OC fic I’m posting, hope you all like it)
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• He’s your best friend who you’ve known since you were both toddlers. And you’ve stuck together ever since, even late in to your High School years.
• He’s one of the most popular guys in school, known for being the schools biggest fuckboy, with a new ”girlfriend” every other week.
• While you, yourself, weren’t unpopular but you were more so ”popular by proxy”, known for being the guy who has some weird sexual tension with his popular best friend.
• The best friend that buys you a red heart shaped lollipop everyday on the way to school insisting that it’s a completely normal platonic thing to do as he unwraps it and sticks it in your mouth. But who really does it because he loves seeing you suck on it, imagining your lips around something else.
• The best friend who’d never do that for any of his girlfriends cause he dosen’t really like any of them, at least not the way he likes you.
• He has a thing for virgins, loving the idea of deflowering someone, being the one to take their purity, ruining them. He usually gets tired of them afterwards.
• One day he invites you over to his house after school, the two of you hang out, sit outside tanning by the pool, play video games and later you eat dinner with him and his parents. After that you and him lay in his bed watching a movie on his tv.
• You’d be laying on your stomach, making him easily see the outline of your perky butt through your shorts.
• He knew you were still a virgin, you’d have told him if someone had popped your cherry.
• But yet he found something so whorish about you. The way you dressed, you were currently wearing a tank top and short-shorts. The way you sucked on the lollipops he bought you, as if hinting something at him. And the way you had that ”dumb slut” tone of voice.
• You were like a walking contradiction of your own wholesome and sweet personality.
• He’d lay down next to you, as close as he could, then pull you into a hug. And once you started getting confused by his clingyness and asked him what was up, he’d kiss you and you’d kiss back.
• The two of you would roll around in his bed making out. You crothes grinding against each other.
• He’d get you on your knees infront of him, pull down his underwear to reveal his hung thick juicy cock, dangling it in front of your face. And when you’d look up at him from the floor with innocence in your eyes and ask him ”What about your girlfriend?”. He just answers ”What about her?”.
• He’d love finally getting to see your lips wrapped around his cock instead of a lollipop. His dick stuffed in your mouth until you almost choked on it.
• Then he’d undress you, let you lay on the bed as he fingered your ass, he’d then lube his cock. And as you turned on to your back and he’d spread your legs he’d start pushing himself in to you.
• He’d love finally getting his cock inside your tight virgin hole, it clenched hard around him. He loved the sound of your moans and whines from having his dick shoved deep inside you.
• He’d say things like ”Fuck your loving this aren’t you, you’re not as innocent as I thought” and ”My little virgin, Y/n, finally losing it and to me of all people”.
• He knew that his parents definetely heard what the two of you were doing upstairs, hearing their son taking his friend like he did with every other girlfriend he’d ever had. The sound of his creaking bed, the sound of your moans, the sound their son’s rough thrusts. They could hear it all.
• The moans coming out of your mouth were music his ear. It helped encourage him and roll his hips so reach deeper inside you.
• He’d fuck you so good you came early and watch your embarassed face as you both knew he was far from done with you. But he’d just smile continuing his thrusts deep into until you got hard again.
• Once he’d gotten you to cum two more times he finally started getting close to his own orgasm and he pushed his full hard self into you erupting inside you, his cum taking what little you had left of your innocence.
• He’d pull out of you watching as your gaping hole leaked with his seed. The sight could make him hard all over again.
• He’d lay down and pull you close to him and whisper how good you had been. And he’d hold you as you drifted off to sleep as he layed awake thinking about you.
• Once the virginity was taken he grew tired of whoever he slept with, he only liked the part of having them first, ruining them for those who came after.
• But you were different to him, now that he’d deflowered you, he needed to be by your side to protect you from the sinful world he’d now taken you into.
Reverent college professor x male reader Drabble~ ! ᜊ𐔌՞ ' ⩊ '՞𐦯ᜊ
A/N: m’ own filthy indulgence’s <33
Warnings: dark content, reader is in his twenties, insert/oc is mid 40’s, Amab anatomy, older man/younger man, pin, riding, ass eating, oral, reader receiving, power imbalance
Just imagine it now, staying after class tryin to muster that courage up, trying to stop the humiliation in your gut! Oh you knew it would work, this man eyefuckin you day in an out you just knew it would work, “I got a D sir” You’d respond like an insult musterin up all that confidence just T’ lose it in one blow “seems so yes?” He was cool but that perversion isn’t an easy hide “want a better grade then earn it” he sat there with his brows furrowed not makin the first move, safe words, free interpretations if you weren’t interested but you were.
“Ride me, make it slow and make it last, don’t stop even if I finish…keep going show me you’re an exemplary student ‘boy’ “ he knew what he was doin! He knew he was rilin you up with those words, workin you all up like an angry school boy. Hips straddling his behind his desk burnin inside from your own fingers- you were doin all the work clearly, prepping yourself an all. You needed it. You were rude when he was revenant, bitter when his adoration was lathered on your skin, your fingers shoved down his throat for spit as you fingered yourself, workin it all open makin him watch, makin him suffer the way heat crept his neck an his cock gave a twitch in those sinful slacks. Could almost taste tha salty twang of his salty spill on your tongue.
His face buried away hot in the side of your neck, makin out with it licking you up like a rent a boy, like he was gettin what was owed, groans and soft grunts pleadin against your skin when your perk little ass brushed against his groin givin teases of what he was gonna taste. You rode him like your life depended on it- maybe not your life but your grate at the least! He was leaned back by tha time he spilt in your insides, hot white flashes behind those otherwise foggy eyes just for you. “Do—nt stop” his teeth gritted, jaw clenched tight his demand sounded weak, sounded like every sinful thing you never knew you needed. How could he still feel so hard when your cock was weeping red, spurts of your own on that itchy sweater, the one abandoned on his desk a few moments later
After his fill, begrudgingly lettin you off his cock he’d have your body bent awkwardly on his desk, limps all over the place lickin up his mess when it oozed out of the puffy pucker between your cheeks, letting an almost feral growl when you tried mufflin those as he called them “pretty boy sounds” in that sweater. Your peaks were raw an tender pressed too his desk sore from his mouth jus like your hole, he was like a starved man, like a thirsty man in the desert an you were the gods nectar against his tongue, each delve an glide inside you makin you all flushed, from face T’ shoulder, only lettin ya leave when you couldn’t physically bare it anymore.
“I’ll fix it in the grade book” he’d breath out weak out of breath, his hands shaky, your hips bared the scorn of those hands, you had thought. His tie was loose his face red with a wet mouth down to his slickened chin, his stomach hot full of your taste he was delighted crackin a grin with those lust filled eyes watchin ya dress back an limp on out.
Just imaginin a late night walk, clearing your mind, Y'know it was a bad idea especially durin matin season but what's the worst that could happen to a man like ya self?... oh were you jus shocked when a tall lanky beast pulled you off your path, drool foaming past its lips dripping down its chin with its claws tearin up your pretty lil sweater having you all exposed laying helpless underneath him, it's cock errect and leakin a puddle on the grass while its veins protrude N' pulse all needy— the monster was so hard it was painful
Jus imaginin having a monster on top of you, pinnin you down face down N' tha leafs with his cock pounding inside you, your rim all spread around him sloppily with a slick sound while he grunts N' huffs in your ear bout puttin a baby in you talkin bout how he "needs T' make young" or you "giving offspring", he doesn't even care if you don't have a pussy, a hole is a hole and he'll use em all- minus the mouth- he needs T' save his seed N' pump it all inside your hole to make sure you're nice N' well bred
Jus imaginin the monster having you all broken and doll like heaving N' gripping onto a tree for dear life while his claws paw at your tummy groaning tryin to make you understand he needs to pus something inside your nonexistent womb! Why can't ya jus see he only wants what's best— his teeth in your neck letting out whines of frustration while he pounds into you makin sharp pains roll down your thighs into your calves from all the blows your prostate was takin from that bulbous tip.
Jus imaginin limpin away from that encounter leakin cum all down your thighs with your hole ruined unable to clench up anymore- thinkin you're free from the monster but nope he follows you back home clingin to you- that wasn't jus sex to him that was a whole matin caroming- you're his now N' he has young to raise in your tummy...that's weird? Why can't his seed take to you? Why aren't you pregnant yet— did he not give you enough seed to reproduce— he'll just have to give you more N' breed you over until you're finally knocked up.
☆ synopsis: on a random sunday you woke up with the ability to read minds, not anybody’s minds but your boyfriend to be specific. and boy is it not a one hell of a ride.
★ cw: no actual sex, your fuckass bf has an exhibition kink congrats (more like me but who r u guys to judge).
★ AUTHOR’s rambling: this is just a short drabble of an idea i had and needed to expand on idk if it’ll ever be a full fic but have this for now
NSFW content under the cut, proceed with caution
You woke up like any other day, nothing felt out of the ordinary. If anything, you felt extra energetic today. That was until you went out of the house to meet your boyfriend to walk to uni together.
He was saying random stuff that didn’t make sense; when you asked about it, he just looked at you confused, like he didn’t just say out loud how horny he was.
You must be hearing things; that has to be it. But it just continued on till you both reached your shared class. He sat so far away, yet you could still hear it clearly, more than hear it, you could see it.
You saw a disturbingly clear image of yourself being very passionately fucked stupid in an empty lecture hall. Leaning sideways against the professor's desk, your leg pressed against your side with flexibility you never had, clinging to the desk and begging him for more. Just what in God's name was going on?
He’d pound you so hard the desk itself will be shaking, he’ll have you just at the edge of cumming from having your guts rearranged just to pull out. Then he’ll ram back in, he’ll keep doing this over and over, allowing himself to fill up your tummy as much he wants without allowing you to cum even once.
And when its time for the lecture to start he’d stop before the class starts, and dress you back up like nothing happened. You’d have to sit in class all hot and bothered, pants absolutely ruined with copious amount cum dripping down your thighs making them sticky and uncomfortable, all the while your cock red and angry in your boxers.
Maybe just maybe, if he’s feeling nice he’d bring something to plug you up to save you the embarrassment to have to explain why the seat under you had some liquid left behind when you got up.
Back to reality, your professor's rambling seems to just fade into the background. You can already feel your body heating up, thighs pressing close together, hole twitching in anticipation, and a blush making its way to your face as the images shifted and turned.
It shifts again, and you see yourself hidden away under his desk, mouth pressed against his pubes, eyes all rolled back and watery while you take his cock fully down your throat, like your gag reflex was nonexistent. You were hidden away, and when the professor asked where you were, your boyfriend bullshitted his way out of it, but not before resting a hand on the back of your head, making you take him even further.
He’d press his foot down on your obviously hard cock in your pants, rub it up and down as you try to silence your noise from being heard by everyone in the class.
'No more,' you got up violently with your hand slamming down on the desk. All eyes are on you, you haven’t a clue of what’s going on, but you need to get away.
You walked out of the lecture room and into the bathroom. You noticed him tailing behind you, but you kept going.
“Hey, woah, hold up, dude. What’s going on? Why leave so suddenly?” He looked at you with concern, but you could see where his mind was wandering off to.
He was thinking of how attractive you looked right now: ‘Jeez, how can you walk around like this, all sweaty with a red face that makes it seem like you ran a marathon?’.
‘Honestly, did you have any idea how fuckable you looked right now?’ Following the thought with you being pressed against the bathroom door, people outside knocking, trying to get inside but wondering what's blocking it, not knowing it's just you being held up and fucked against it.
Your hand would be covering your mouth, so as to not let any noise slip out while he drove into you in a painfully slow motion. Too slow, you would feel every single inch going in and out, too slow, you would feel it drag and pass against your prostate, enough for you to feel it but never enough for you to be satisfied. You’d crave more but be unable to ask for it.
Your eyes just widened, teeth gritted, and you just slapped him. “YOUR FAULT, ARSEHOLE,” you’d scream at him, body shaking and pants incredibly tight. You decided to cut uni early and just sprint out of the bathroom with him running after you and shouting, “Wait, please, I’m sorry for whatever I did,” “DIE”.
Think I like you best when you're just with me and no one else.
● Theodore Nott x Bottom! Male! reader
● slowburn? porn with plot, fluff, hurt/comfort.
● word count: 9.210 words
“You just loveeee making excuses.” you scold, your hand slowly reaches up to fix the tie on Theo and the golden clip on it, before turning to the mirror to look through your own uniform. You and Theodore Nott became close, very close after sorting house and finding out you two were signed up for the same two-bed dorm. Everyday is the same, getting ready for school and doing practically everything together. Theo is pleased with the routine, he deeply hated changes.
Theo stood perfectly still and waited for you to fix his tie. For some reason, Theo asked you to fix his tie today, instead of doing it himself. He watched you in the mirror, not at himself.
There was something about seeing you adjust his uniform, the same way you had for years, that made his chest tighten. You were always so careful with it, like it mattered to fix him just right.
And then there was how easily you could walk into a room full of strangers and come out with three new friends by dinner’s end, effortless charm that Theo both admired and relied on without shame. He doesn’t bother going to make friends himself, if you gained yourself a new friend, they are now his too, automatically.
“Have you studied the notes?” you asked. And Theo blinked, just once before remembering.
Right…Potion quizzes.
Of course. He'd studied all afternoon, trying to memorize every potion name, its purpose and other ingredients. But he hadn’t mentioned it. Why would he? Boasting wasn't his style.
He turned slightly toward you, hands tucked into his pockets now that the tie was fixed and perfect.
"I... yeah." he admitted quietly after a beat too long, a subtle sign of nervousness only you could read so easily. "I went over them last night, just in case."
His blue eyes flickered to yours briefly before dropping again, not out of shame or fear exactly… but because impressing you mattered more than anything and failing wasn't an option for someone like him who rarely tried at all outside schoolwork or dueling practice. And you, only hum in return, a way of showing your approval.
Well, he knew that small “Mhmm” of yours, low and warm like a contented sigh and it settled something in him. Approval from you wasn't given lightly. If Theo had studied hard enough to satisfy that quiet nod of yours? Then yes…he'd done good. It’s not anyone's fault your type is a nerdy dude with pretty eyes. He must keep up.
The halls were already filling with students chatting excitedly or nervously about the quiz, a mix of nervous energy buzzing through Slytherin green robes but Theo walked through it all quietly focused. He can’t afford to panic. Right now? He is thinking only about acing this damn test so you could be proud later without even having to say it.
By noon, students had gathered in the dining hall. Theo sat at the long Slytherin table like a shadow given form, still, silent, and utterly unapproachable. The seat beside him? Empty. Not because no one dared sit there, but because he’d claimed it. Always had. For years now, ever since you two share dorms and started choosing each other everywhere by habit. He didn’t speak. Didn’t glare harshly either, just that cool stare as if silently saying That seat is taken.
And everyone knew who for.
It wasn't possessive in an ugly way, it was routine by now, a quiet ritual between you both where he secured your place without being asked while pretending he wasn't doing anything special at all.
“How was it? Pretty easy right?” You entered the dining hall and immediately knew where to go…sitting down next to Theo and that’s the first thing that came to your mind. Just checking in post-quiz.
Theo looked up the moment you approached.
A flicker of concern passed through him before he masked it behind a nonchalant expression.
"It was... manageable" Theo said carefully, lying because if he admitted how hard those final questions were? You might worry you'd failed them all and been doomed since question five. Instead, he reached for one of the untouched bread rolls on his plate and pushed it toward you without comment. You just hummed and muttered something about being starving.
And Theo just watched you dive into the food with quiet satisfaction.
He hadn't missed that you'd skipped breakfast again. You always did it before tests, claiming a full stomach muddled your focus. It drives him mad, knowing you probably pushed through the hunger to do the test with your best performance.
Now here you were: finally eating like a normal person after hours of starvation during exams. He could practically see the tension in your shoulders melt away as you tore into the bread roll and reached for soup from one of the steaming bowls.
Without saying anything, Theo nudged his own shredded roast chicken closer to your side of the table, the plumpest piece and kept eating slowly beside you, occasionally sipping water but mostly just... observing how quickly hunger had taken over you.
With years of being next to you, Theo has noticed the pattern by now.
The way you ate, happy, relaxed bites, not rushed or nervous, meant one thing: you thought you’d done well. That quiet satisfaction in your chewing was all the confirmation he needed. However, if you didn’t do well on the test, you would throw a half-ass excuse to return to your shared dorm and sleep off.
Theo kept refilling your plate quietly. Another slice of roast beef here. A spoonful of mashed potatoes there. Then a buttered roll, placed gently on your plate while you’re busy yapping his ears off, like an offering.
“Is that Anastasia?” you smirked, and looked at the girl approaching their table side. Theo followed your gaze and immediately stiffened, just slightly.
Anastasia was walking toward them, her Slytherin robes perfectly pressed, a book tucked under one arm. She smiled brightly, always did and it reached her eyes in that warm way people had when they genuinely liked someone.
Anastasia…what’s to say about her? She’s almost perfect in every way: pretty face, good grade, pureblood, plays violin. Also the first one Theo talked to when he arrived at Hogwarts. They became friends in the first year when Anastasia decided to stick around because she found Theo’s company…comforting. When there’s heavy rain or loud thunder, she would come by the dorm and knock on it, seeking comfort because of her fear. And you don’t seem to mind, you let Anastasia have your bed while you sleep on the common room’s couch. Because you learned that she doesn’t get along well with her roommate. If not hanging with her perfect little friend group, she would be sticking close to you and Theo. You think she has the fattest crush on your roommate Theo and it never fades as the three of you grow older. But there’s something in your guts that believes Theo only lets her follow out of pity. He thinks Anastasia doesn’t have any real friends.
“Hey there Theo! How was the quiz?” She beamed, greeting in that soft voice of hers.
He swallowed hard, fingers tightening slightly around his fork before setting it down slowly. Anastasia’s crush has been growing stronger and stronger, not subtle anymore it makes Theo sort of…uncomfortable.
"Um." he muttered, trying not to sound too dry or dismissive. "It... went well."
That was all? That's what he gave after years of this girl being kind and thoughtful and perfect?
Meanwhile inside panic was settling in. Because how could he possibly give her attention when every time she smiled at him, all Theodore could think about was whether you would notice.
“Oh...I’m glad...there's a book event this afternoon and...uhm I have a spare ticket! Would you like to go with me?” Damn…girl pulled all of her bravery to say that.
Then Anastasia held out the spare ticket like it was a fragile thing, her fingers trembling just slightly, her cheeks flushed with courage. The book event was one of those rare ones hosted by one of the professors at school, rare first editions, signed copies from famous wizards, even a small exhibit on ancient artifacts. Most nerdy students would kill for an invite.
And she’d saved one…just for Theo.
She smiled nervously now, eyes wide and hopeful as they locked onto his face, the boy who never seemed to look at anyone twice… but always looked at you with that soft gaze when he thought no one noticed.
A beat passed. Then another. Theo’s throat went dry. His mind was calculating how to use his words correctly to reject her with respect until…
“YES... yes he would loveeee to go with you, Anastasia. It will be so fun” your yes was so loud, even some students turned their heads. And you dragged your love at the word love to calm the girl’s nerves. But…
The second you spoke, Theo’s head snapped toward you. What.
His eyes, ocean blue and usually so composed, widened. Not in anger, not quite… but in pure shock.
You had agreed for him. Without hesitation. Without even glancing at Theo first to check if he wanted to go.
Anastasia lit up instantly, her nervousness melting into radiant joy. "Really? Oh! That's wonderful!" She beamed between the two of you like she’d just won the lottery or better yet: secured a date with Theodore Nott himself.
Theo stayed frozen though, fork halfway back to his plate after being abruptly abandoned mid-bite by your sudden intervention. He wanted to beat your ass up so bad.
The moment Anastasia turned and rejoined her group of equally striking Slytherin girls, their laughter carrying over in a melodic hum, he felt something cold settle in his chest.
The feeling was more like... disorientation. Like reality had shifted without warning and now everything felt slightly off.
You, meanwhile, kept eating cheerfully, as if you hadn't just decided Theo’s social plans for him. “What's with your face? There's a date with a so-hot-and-gorgeous girl waiting for you and you’re sulking?” You snorted.
Theo blinked, once, twice like he’d just seen a ghost. The words so-hot-and-gorgeous bounced around his skull like they were in another language. Anastasia was… objectively beautiful. Intelligent, kind, popular, the kind of girl every Slytherin guy dreamed about asking to an event. And yet…
Yet here he was: staring at your careless hand-waving gesture instead of reacting with excitement or gratitude toward the date that had literally just fallen into his lap.
His jaw worked slightly before he finally spoke and when it came out? It wasn’t enthusiasm. It wasn't even polite.
"It's not a date." Theo said quietly, not harshly but firmly as if correcting someone who'd gotten something terribly wrong.
“It’s soooo like a date” you can’t help but push his button one more time.
Theo's expression darkened, not anger, but something quieter and more complicated.
You smirked like this was all some big joke, a fun little setup where Theo got to go on an adorable date with the prettiest girl in Slytherin. And honestly? Anyone else would’ve been thrilled.
But Theo wasn’t anyone else. "It's not." he repeated, voice low but steady and there was weight behind it this time
“Why are you upset? It's an opportunity to widen your social circle” you huffed and finish the rest of the stew in one big gulp. You had your point, Theo rarely engages in outdoor activities unless you were coming with him, other than you, he doesn’t bother hanging out with anyone else who can’t handle socialising like you do.
He watched you chew the last bite of bread like this was all so simple. Social circle. Right. As if he hadn’t spent years being perfectly fine with his current one, small, controlled, consisting of you, Draco’s group and a few library fellas. That’s it.
And now you wanted him to suddenly expand it? To go on a date-like outing with Anastasia just because she’d been nice for years?
It wasn't that he disliked her. She was lovely, smart, kind-hearted but Theo had never looked at her that way.
"I don't need to widen my social circle." he said evenly.
“It’ll be fun. Theo, I promise” you nudge him with your elbow. In your eyes, Theo is like a black cat. Never put effort in making new friends and just settle for what he has in hand now. Theo leaned back slightly from the nudge, avoiding physical contact like it burned. The word fun echoed in his ears, but it didn’t sit right. Not with this situation.
Fun was Quidditch matches where he’d stand in the Slytherin row and yell insults, trash talk at the opposing team when you’re on your broom chasing for your life. Fun was sneaking into the kitchens after curfew to steal treacle tart with you. Fun was quiet nights studying together by firelight with a cigarette in mouth.
Not… going on a pre-planned event with someone who clearly liked him romantically when his heart stupidly, hopelessly wasn’t even looking that way. He rubbed his thumb along the edge of his plate mindlessly before muttering:
"I don't want fun if I'm not actually interested.”
The silence between you two turned thick, charged like the air before a storm. Theo didn’t raise his voice. Didn’t snap or argue further. He just…turned away.
That glare? Brief but sharp as shattered glass—and it wasn't anger at Anastasia, not really.
It was hurt. The kind that stung quietly because you, the person whose opinion mattered more than anyone’s hadn't considered how Theo might actually feel about this. Instead of asking him first, you'd handed him over to someone else without hesitation… like Theo's feelings were irrelevant compared to social expectations. Like you were no longer possessive about others trying to be Theo’s friend in the first year because it’s just you and him against the world.
The afternoon passed quietly between classes, History of Magic and Transfiguration. Theo walked through the halls in silence beside you, not speaking unless necessary. The usual comfortable companionship was gone, replaced by a tense sort of distance. He answered when spoken to but didn’t initiate conversation.
And then came the book event.
Tables lined with rare books from various magical schools were set up around the vast open air space. A few professors stood near their displays explaining enchanted editions or historical texts, and students from Hogwarts as well as visiting schools wandered around browsing.
Theo stood near the back of the room, arms crossed loosely over his chest.
The limited ticket section was roped off, an exclusive area where students could meet their favorite authors. Theo knew every name on that guest list. And right now? He should’ve been excited.
This was his kind of thing, rare books, intellectual discussions, meeting people who shaped spells he studied every day. But instead… all he felt was hollow tension. Because in five minutes or so? Anastasia would arrive expecting him and you had basically forced this on him.
Theo’s gaze drifted automatically, habitually to you. He always sensed and quickly spotted you the next second you entered the room. Or anywhere.
And there you were: surrounded by people. Laughing. Talking with Draco Malfoy of all people, plus a few other Slytherins. Merlin, you even talk to students from other schools.
You fit right in everywhere, the effortless charm, the bright smile that drew others like moths to flame. You looked happy too. Completely unbothered by anything… including Theo’s absence.
Meanwhile Anastasia had just arrived, spotting him immediately and she started weaving through the crowd toward him with her ticket held up slightly.
“Hey Theo…I’m sorry you have to wait...these heels won't behave” She chuckled. So angel like.
Theo forced a small, polite smile. She was adorable. Truly. The way she apologized for being late because of her heels, so sweetly embarrassed about it and how effortlessly kind she seemed.
"Hi." he said back quietly, his tone softer than usual to compensate for the fact that he hadn’t been waiting eagerly.
He glanced down at her feet briefly, the elegant but clearly uncomfortable-looking heels and then away again before meeting her eyes properly.
"It's fine. I just got here."
Theo didn’t pull away when Anastasia took his hand boldly. She was enthusiastic…so excited about every book they passed. She’d squeeze his fingers and tug him toward displays with giddy little noises, like “Oh! Theo, look at this one!” and honestly? It wasn't so awful.
The famous author he admired spoke briefly on stage, a dry lecture about the evolution of wand core but Theo listened intently anyway. And for a few moments… he almost forgot to glance around for you in the crowd.
Anastasia bought him a first edition copy of Magical Theory: Foundations, something rare and expensive she clearly saved up for. When she handed it to him with that shy smile? He actually felt… touched.
Theo hesitated only a second before spotting the perfect book, a first edition of Ancient Magic: A Comprehensive History, signed too.
It wasn’t cheap. Not even close. But Anastasia had just given him something incredibly valuable, both financially and personally and he wanted to return the gesture.
Without saying anything, he paid for it discreetly at a private counter and waited until they were near a quieter corner away from crowds. Then, holding out the wrapped package with both hands, an unusual level of formality from someone usually so reserved, he offered it to her.
The walk back to the Slytherin girls' dorm was slow, mostly because Anastasia kept pausing to adjust her sore feet, wincing every few steps.
"Ugh, these heels are murder…" she groaned dramatically, not unkindly but Theo didn’t offer his arm or suggest carrying her like a gentleman in love might.
He just nodded quietly. "We're almost there."
And it wasn't cold. It wasn't rude either, just distant in that way he got when his heart belonged to someone else already.
Every word out of his mouth had been polite all evening. Pleasant smiles during author talks, soft thanks for gifts… but nothing beyond what basic dates demanded.
Because no matter how sweet Anastasia was or how nice this event technically went, his thoughts kept circling back to you.
Theo paused under the dim glow of the torchlight near her dorm entrance. Anastasia stood facing him, still smiling that warm, grateful smile, the kind that made most guys melt. Her eyes sparkled with genuine appreciation for spending time with him today.
"Thank you…" she says softly "for coming with me."
It was a simple sentence but sincere. She wasn’t asking for anything more than this moment of gratitude.
And Theo? He felt… guilty again
Not because he’d had a bad time, but because she clearly hoped this might lead to something romantic… and he knew deep down that it wouldn't.
The dorm was quiet when Theo returned, just the soft crackle of the fireplace and the rustle of pages turning.
Theo stepped inside, closing the door gently behind him. The sight that greeted him: you sprawled on your bed, barefoot, one dangling off the bed, absorbed in a book you just bought from the book event.
You didn’t look up right away. Didn’t react to Theo’s return like usual. Instead? Just… reading. Peacefully ignoring everything else.
And suddenly it hit Theo again: This was where he belonged, right here with you, not walking another girl back to her dorm. This.
Then, you finally spoke up when Theo slips off his dark robe. “How was it? The cutest date with the most perfect lady in Slytherin?” You smirked
Theo kicked off his shoes by the door, thud, before walking over to his own bed.
He didn’t answer right away. Just sat down on the edge, loosening his tie with slow fingers while eyeing your smug, teasing expression.
Instead of biting back like he usually would when annoyed… Theo exhaled through his nose and said flatly.
"It was fine."
“Fine? Tell me something interesting” You rolled your eyes at his boring response.
Theo glanced at you, really looked at you for the first time since returning.
That eye roll. That impatient, spill it tone. Typical you when you wanted details but wasn’t gonna ask nicely.
Fine? Theo could’ve left it there… but something in him, maybe irritation, maybe the need to prove this date meant nothing made him actually respond.
"Anastasia bought me a rare book." he said casually, hanging his robe on a hook by their shared wardrobe.
Then added: "I got her one too. Signed by the author."
“Well, that’s real cute, nerd” you chuckled
Theo frowned slightly at the word cute.
It wasn’t at least, he didn’t think so. Buying books? Giving gifts? That was just… normal for people who liked literature. Not "cute" like some cheesy romance novel.
He shot you a look, half annoyance, half something else he wouldn't name.
But you kept chuckling, still curled up with your own book like Theo’s evening hadn't mattered at all. And suddenly it annoyed him more than Anastasia ever could have.
“You’re being hard to get. The girl practically spent years chasing you. She’s perfect in every way, too, why are you declining any of this?”
Theo’s jaw tightened.
Hard to get?
He wasn’t hard to get, he was selective. There is a difference. One implied he had no standards and just pushed everyone away, the other meant he actually cared about who he spent time with.
And "perfect in every way"? That sounded like you hadn't even seen Anastasia properly, just assumed she was flawless because she smiled a lot and gave gifts.
Without thinking, Theo snapped:
"She's not perfect." Too harsh? Maybe. But it burst out before he could stop it. Maybe she has been sticking around both of them because she can’t make a friend among the slytherin girls long enough, doesn’t mean you know her that much to be glazing her.
Theo's fingers curled slightly into the fabric of his bed sheet. That smirk…that stupid, knowing smirk. Was what made it worse. Like you found this whole situation amusing instead of serious.
He didn’t want Anastasia because she was pretty and popular, he wanted someone whose presence didn’t feel like a performance.
And that person… had been sitting right across from him for years without realizing it.
“I’m going to shower, damn. Walking through that crowd is torturous” You grabs
a pair of clothes and go to the communal bath. Usually, Theo would follow. They stick together in every activity.
Theo watched you leave, clothes in hand, heading for the communal baths. And just like that… he was alone again.
Normally, Theo would’ve followed without hesitation. You two always do things together: studying, eating meals, walking to class but tonight? After the whole Anastasia thing?
He didn’t move right away. Just sat there on his bed as the door clicked shut behind you. The silence felt heavier than usual. Not tense exactly… but strange No footsteps trailing after you down the hall.
The next morning, Theo woke up feeling... off.
Not sick, just wrong. Like his skin was too tight or something under it had shifted overnight. He couldn’t pinpoint the discomfort exactly, but he knew why.
You were pushing him away subtly. Giving him opportunities to socialize with others like Anastasia because you thought Theo needed a "wider circle." Except that wasn't what Theo wanted at all
He wanted you. Badly. Not new friends. Not dates arranged by well-meaning roommates who didn't understand anything.
And now this distance? This one-day break in their usual routine? It itched worse than any spell gone wrong. Feels like something is crawling under his skin, he feels uncomfortable.
The morning routine was the same, brushing teeth, changing into uniform, gathering books but everything doesn’t feel the same.
Theo moved quietly beside you like always: same pace down the hall to class, same silent walk through corridors crowded with students. But where he used to match your steps effortlessly…almost shoulder-to-shoulder. Now they were half a step apart. And it wasn’t just physical distance.
It was how Theo kept glancing at you when you weren't looking. How his fingers tapped restlessly against his book cover during Charms class nervously, something he never did because he feels at ease next to you. How could a man who lives by routine like him survive this?
But you? Oblivious. Still chatting lightly with Draco or other classmates without noticing Theo's tension.
Not to mention the other day, Theo froze halfway down the corridor. The Quidditch pitch was just behind and you, still sweaty from practice, hair damp at the temples had caught someone’s attention. Happens everyday.
A Hufflepuff girl rushed over with a water bottle and a towel. She smiled brightly as she handed them to you, clearly excited about seeing you up close after practice.
And you? Ever the polite social butterfly? took it all with that easy grin of yours, the one Theo knew too well and thanked her warmly
“That’s so thoughtful…thank you. What’s your name?”
Something hot flared in Theo's chest. Not anger exactly... but discomfort. A tightness he couldn't name when she handles you a bag of dessert.
Theo’s eyes locked onto the bag of cookies.
Chocolate chips. Still warm, probably fresh from the Hufflepuff kitchens. The girl had baked them herself, you could tell by how carefully she’d wrapped them in parchment paper tied with a yellow ribbon.
And she handed them to you like an offering, a sweet, thoughtful gesture that was so very Hufflepuff. You got her name, Marie, cute.
"Oh wow you baked these yourself?…this smells amazing. I can already tell you’re a great baker, Marie" you said brightly. Your words? Are heaven to the girl.
Theo’s face burned. Not from anger exactly but something far more. A possessive heat surged through him, hot and irrational, making his eyes twitch his jaw lock tight.
There were you: sweaty, smiling, accepting gifts like chocolate chips cookies baked with affection… from some Hufflepuff girl who clearly liked you. And Theo? Standing there. Saying nothing. Just watching as another person handed you something sweet, a love language he didn’t even speak. His hands curled into fists at his sides without meaning to.
Draco leaned against the common room’s armchair, watching Theo storm in with that murderous frown on his face.
It was almost comical…Theo Nott? The usually cool-headed and aloof nerd? Looking like he wanted to set someone on fire.
"Damn…" Draco drawled sarcastically, raising an eyebrow. "Who ate your owl?"
The jab was light, typical Malfoy teasing but there was genuine curiosity underneath. Even he could tell something had upsetted Theo badly. Theo didn’t even glance at Draco. He kept walking, past the couches, past the torches and headed straight for his shared dorm without a word. Draco blinked. That was… cold. Even for Theo. Most days, he’d at least grunt in response to a comment like that, but today? Nothing. Just silence and an expression so dark it could’ve cursed someone on sight.
"Bloody hell…" Draco muttered under his breath before turning back to Crabbe and Goyle who were lounging nearby.
Whatever happened… it must’ve been bad. Really bad.
Hogwarts glowed with Christmas magic, red and green fabrics wrapped around staircases, enchanted snowflakes drifting through the halls, and twinkling lights strung across every corridor.
It was you two’s favorite time of year.
Every winter before break, you and Theo had a quiet little tradition: you’d exchange secret gifts, nothing extravagant…just thoughtful things, wear matching pajamas for movie night with hot chocolate where Theo would fight you to pick his favourite muggle show, then go back to whichever house you two were staying at over winter break.
Last year? You both went to your manor. The year before that, the Nott manor. This routine wasn’t announced or planned publicly… just something you two did. Quality time.
The whispers started subtly, then exploded.
Girls in the Slytherin dorms began to spread things about you being a womanizer, and boast about how you speak so lowly of women among the campus.
Anastasia had been friendly with you up until now, grateful even for your help setting her up with other guys but when she overheard two Slytherin girls gossiping about “He totally said girls are pathetic and hopeless! He really thought all we care about is boys!" during breakfast…Her face went pale. Then red. Then furious. Anastasia has a strong sense of feminism so…She stopped speaking to you entirely. As well as your female friends.
The tension in the Slytherin common room thickened like frost on glass.
You didn’t understand why Anastasia suddenly avoided you, no smiles, no greetings, not even a glance your way during meals. She used to laugh with you about boys she liked, now she walked right past as if you were invisible.
And Theo? He was volcanic. You were walking on thin ice 24/7. Literally
Every time you tried to casually ask what was going on,Theo snapped or went silent. His moods swung wildly: cold when someone mentioned her name, irritable during study hours. Eventually, you had enough.
Theo woke up in the middle of the night. The dorm was quiet, bathed in the soft blue glow of moonlight slipping through the curtains. He blinked before his eyes landed on your empty bed. But something felt off. Theo sat up slowly, running a hand through his messy hair before standing and sleeping in his shoes.
Without thinking much, other than assuming you had gone to meet someone, Theo slipped out of the room and followed silently down the halls.
The castle was hushed at this hour, only the faint hum of enchanted decorations and the occasional creak of old stone floors.
Theo moved quietly, his steps light as he followed your silhouette. He didn’t know why exactly, maybe just habit, or maybe something deeper nagging him to check.
Up the stairs… past portraits that snored softly… toward the astronomy tower, their usual spot when either wanted space but not loneliness. When Theo reached the top door, it wasn't fully shut. A thin gap remained and through it: a sliver of pale moonlight... and you are leaning back against the marble rail, not fully sitting, alone with a cigarette in mouth.
“I know you're following me, Theo” you snorted.
Theo paused just outside the door. He didn't mean to get caught, wasn’t even sure why he’d come up here in the first place but you called him out so casually, like it was obvious. And then… that pat-pat on the empty space beside you. An invitation.
For a second, Theo hesitated. He wasn't mad at you, not really but everything between them felt tangled lately: Anastasia's coldness, unspoken tensions over girls and gifts and whatever stupid rumor was going around. But still... he stepped inside.
“Are you going to go all cold shoulder on me this time or are we gonna talk?” you say calmly.
Theo took the cigarette without a word, plucking it straight from your fingers and brought it to his lips. A sharp inhale. The tobacco burned slightly, grounding. He exhaled slowly, smoke curling into the cold night air between them before glancing sideways at you.
The "cold shoulder" comment stung because… yeah. He had been distant lately, not on purpose or maybe he was… but still.
Instead of answering with some dramatic speech about feelings? Theo just passed the cigarette back silently.
“Talk, Theo. Tell me what's going on.” you say, taking a puff yourself.
Theo stared at the sky, stars scattered like dust across the velvet black. The silence stretched, heavy with everything he hadn’t said. He took another slow drag of the cigarette before passing it back. Sharing a muggle cigarette was one of his favourite activities with you.
Then, finally: "Anastasia hates you now."
He didn’t look at you when he said it, just kept his gaze upward but his voice was quieter than usual, almost... tired. He knew how that affected you. You have a load of female friends, you’re a people person and cherish every friend you have. So, naturally, you almost collapse when they suddenly turn their back against you.
“Woop. That's unavoidable when there's an unsolved misunderstanding. But I don't want to talk about Anastasia.” you huffed, shrugging. “Tell me about you.”
Theo exhaled slowly, the smoke dissipating into the winter air. About him.
That was… complicated. Theo wasn’t one for opening up, never had been. He kept things close to his chest, especially feelings.
He hesitated before speaking again, voice low and measured like he was choosing each word carefully:
"I don't like seeing you with other girls.” he tried. Wondering if the message gets through your head. He is in love with you. For Merlin’s sake.
“Huh…I’m with girls all the time. You never said a thing before”
Theo’s jaw tightened. Swimming in girls’ attention. Yeah. You had always been like that: popular, easygoing, effortlessly charming without even trying. Girls liked you from day one. Some became your best friends because of your humor.
And Theo? He never cared before because it was just… you. His best friend since first year. It didn’t bother him when random girls flirted with you, he’d roll his eyes and joke about it.
But lately…Lately something shifted
He turned his head slightly to look at you properly for the first time that night, the moonlight catching on his features and muttered:
"It started bothering me recently.”
“Why?” You asked.
Theo’s breath hitched. The question hung there and for the first time in his life, he felt completely exposed.
He couldn’t lie. Not to you. Never to you.
So instead of deflecting or changing the subject like he usually would… Theo turned fully toward you and said it plainly:
"I think I'm in love with you."
No dramatic buildup. No poetic metaphors or romantic gestures…just quiet honesty under a winter sky. And then? He waited, heart pounding harder than any Quidditch match ever made it. He never thought he would ever say his feelings out loud. But it has been making it hard to breathe for Theo, carrying such an ugly feeling in his chest.
The cigarette wobbled dangerously between your fingers, almost slipping into the snow below but you caught it just in time.
Your eyes were wide. Really wide. Not shocked in a bad way, more like… stunned silent. Like your brain had short-circuited and couldn’t process what Theo just said. For someone who always had a quick joke or sarcastic remark ready, this? This was new territory. You didn't move for several seconds, just stared at Theo like he'd grown a second head or maybe like you yourself were dreaming.
“...I’ve never noticed.”
Theo watched your face, every flicker of emotion crossing it. That quiet confession hit Theo harder than he expected. Not rejection, not yet but disbelief? Realization dawning?
Maybe you had been too busy being you, the popular, effortlessly-liked guy to ever consider that your best friend could feel this way about you. Merlin, you thought…
And now here they were: two idiots who’d spent years sharing everything… except romantic feelings. Theo swallowed hard before speaking again, his throat feels like hundred of thorns are stuck in it, voice softer:
"Yeah... I know.”
Not from the cigarette, no, this was different. This was nerves. The kind that came when your entire world hinged on one person’s next words. And Theo? He couldn't read you at all. So instead of explaining feelings which always felt messy, he just admitted the raw truth:
"The feelings are... uncomfortable." Because loving someone who might not love you back? That sucked. Losing a dear friend…and a crush. Theo’s chest tightened. The question wasn’t harsh, just quiet, careful. Like you were stepping on thin ice.
“Do you want them to go away?”
No. Hell no.
Theo didn't want his feelings gone, even if they made everything complicated now. Even if he had to watch you flirt with other girls or see Anastasia glare at his best friend from across the Great Hall.
He shook his head slowly before answering:
"No…I never want that feeling to ever go away."
So you decided to listen to your heart for once. The kiss was feather-light, just the brush of lips against the corner of Theo’s mouth but it electrified him. He froze.
For a second, he didn’t breathe. Didn’t blink. Couldn't process that you, the person he'd loved for Merlin knows how long without realizing it himself…had just kissed him.
And not on the cheek … but there. Close to his actual mouth.
Then Theo turned into it instinctively, chasing your lips with sudden urgency and pressing their mouths together properly this time.
The kiss deepened slowly, naturally. One second he was hesitating at the edge of something new… and the next, their lips parted against each other properly. Theo kissed you with years’ worth of pent-up longing, gentle but hungry, his hands lifting to cradle your face like you were something precious. And you? You kissed back just as eagerly, like you’d been waiting too without knowing it. The cold night air didn't matter anymore.
Theo kisses you harder, almost desperate as he pins you gently against the cold stone pillar behind.
The contrast was there: freezing marble at their backs versus the heat of their mouths meeting over and over. No space between them now. You gasped into the kiss when Theo crowded closer, one hand sliding into his hair while the other gripped his back to keep him there. He leaves you no space to breathe until he pulls back.
Theo’s hands stayed cupping your face, thumbs brushing lightly over your cheekbones as he asked the question that mattered most…His voice was low, steady, but there was a vulnerability in his eyes that betrayed how much this answer meant to him.
“Can I be your boyfriend?”
Not "Will you be mine" bullshit or some vague romantic lines. Theo wanted clarity. A label. Permission to be yours properly now. And he waited, heart hammering for your response.
“Yes…yes you can” you gasped for air with a cocky smirk.
Theo’s entire face lit up.
That smirk…your stupid, perfect, heart-stopping smirk coupled with the "yes" hit Theo like a rough Bludger to the chest.
For someone who usually stayed composed even when nervous, his expression melted into pure relief and joy. Without another word, he kissed you again, this time softer but no less intense. A proper boyfriend kiss now. No confusion left between them.
The common room was dimly lit, just the low glow of the dying fire casting shadows. Theo had expected it to be empty like when he left. Most Slytherins were in bed by now, especially after curfew. But as he carried a half-asleep you on his back, your arms loosely around his shoulders, face nuzzled into Theo, two pairs of eyes locked onto them instantly.
Draco and Blaise sat across from each other near the fireplace, both frozen mid-conversation upon seeing them enter like this. Blaise raised an eyebrow slowly. Draco? His mouth actually dropped open, followed by a huge smirk “I told you, it’s about time”
Blaise just nodded, slowly like this explained everything he’d ever wondered about Theo and you.
Draco looked way too smug. He leaned back in his armchair with that trademark Malfoy smirk, the one that screamed I called it first.
"Took you two long enough though…congrats" he drawled, glancing between them like the walking proof of his earlier teasing. No need for Theo to announce, they can already tell by that blush and kiss swollen lips. Theo ignored Draco’s smirk, mostly because he was too busy focusing on the fact that you are his boyfriend now and not worrying about what anyone thought.
Winter at the manor was a blur of magic and warmth. Theo and you spent days rolling through powdery snow like kids, building clumsy snowmen, having snowball fights that usually ended in breathless laughter, then warming up inside.
Evenings were cozy: massive fireplaces roaring in the dining hall, hearty meals served by house-elves: roast meats, vegetable stew, years-old wines, buttery breads, etc. The family dinners were lively with conversation. Followed by hot sex in the shower, trying to be quiet so no one would know, as skin clapping noise echoes softly in your bathroom laced with breathless gasp in pleasure.
The stargazing room was Theo’s favorite spot in the manor. High up, with floor-to-ceiling glass windows that showed a perfect night sky. It was quiet here. Private. No servants patrolling, no family members interrupting, not like they pay attention. Just them and the soft glow of constellations above. Theo would die to keep this close to himself.
Theo had pulled you into this room after dinner under some excuse about "needing air" but really? He just wanted to kiss you without an audience. A Leg pressed between yours as he let you dry humps, hot kisses shared under the stars. His hand clumsily tries to zip your pants down without looking as his mouth crashes on yours.
The cold marble pillar bit into your back, but Theo crowded closer anyway, kissing you like he hadn't in days even though it had only been hours. Your thick sweater hits the floor with a soft thud as you complain “It’s cold, asshole.”
And when he felt that shiver run through you? Theo kissed you harder. His lips moved from your mouth to the jaw, then down to that sensitive spot on your neck. He sucked lightly, leaving faint marks against warm skin. Body heat will work, eventually. So no more complaints.
Theo always looks forward to Halloween.
While others celebrated with extravagant decorations and feasts, Slytherins turned the common room into a party, mischievous, rowdy. Alcohol was smuggled in, mostly firewhisky or cocktails and the music got louder as the night went on. Everyone wears their own unique costume. And Theo? He’d usually sit back with a drink… until you showed up.
“You didn’t wait for me” you scolded in annoyance.
There you are: you in a perfect Aziraphale costume. Perfectly tailored trenchcoat, trousers and waistcoat share the same cream white color, blue buttoned up shirt and a bow tie, even that signature cute curls styled just right.
Meanwhile Theo? Crowley. Black blazer, trousers and waistband paired with a grey necktie. The black sunglasses are the cherry on top, making him look so like Crowley.
"I waited!" Theo protested, but it wasn't true. He'd gotten bored and wandered down an hour ago. Now he stared at you like an idiot.
“I WaItEd” you mocked him. Theo narrowed his eyes at the ridiculous tone. so childish. but he couldn’t stay mad. Not when you looked like that.
“Black always looks sooo good on you though. It’s unfair” you huffed playfully, admiring his Crowley outfit.
Theo smirked. Yeah, he knew. The dark blazer hugged his frame perfectly, and the whole bad demon vibe worked for him. He reached up slowly and pushed the sunglasses down just enough to peer over them at you with a lazy grin.
"Says the walking cloud of holy light" Theo shot back, voice dripping with playful sarcasm before leaning in for a kiss.
The group of friends drag them to the side of the room to play spin the bottle. Pansy kept toying with the digital camera she got from the old market, snapping pictures of everyone until “I need more drinksss” she whined. She nudged you to go get some and you agreed. Theo quickly follows after.
Pansy’s loud, teasing shout echoed across the common room, earning a chorus of laughter from the rest of the group.
"Enjoy your cocktail... heavy on the cock!" She yells, grinning like an idiot.
You flipped her off, middle finger held at Pansy and Theo snorted at that before following you toward the drinks table.
The party dies down by 12 AM, most people are too drunk or tired to keep going.
Spin the bottle had been chaotic, Theo only kissed you, ignoring whoever else the bottle pointed at, and now they were both buzzing with leftover energy.
When Theo finally tugged you toward their dorm, no one stopped them. Draco just raised an eyebrow but said nothing, already half-asleep on a couch talking to Blaise. The halls were quiet as they walked back together, still in costume: Aziraphale and Crowley wandering Hogwarts like a misplaced angel and devil.
Theo didn’t hesitate. The second the door shut behind them, he is on you, hands cradling your face as he kisses you deeply, pressing him gently against the door. Fueled by drinks and dancing and hours of wanting to do this all night.
Theo kisses you between every layer of clothing he removes, first the cream trench coat, then the waistcoat underneath, buttons undone with impatient fingers.
Each piece hit the floor quietly. A steady stream of kisses: on the collarbone when shirt came off, shoulder as he slipped it down your arms.
The soft patter of rain against the dorm window created a quiet, private world, muffling sounds, blurring reality
Theo shed his own Crowley costume fast, blazer tossed over a chair, necktie pulled off in one smooth motion. No patience left after hours of waiting and teasing glances all night.
He was eager. Really eager.
Theo’s mouth crashed into yours again, hot, hungry as his hands mapped every inch of exposed skin..
One hand slid up your bare back while the other gripped your hip possessively pulling their bodies flush together. The rain outside grew heavier, a steady rhythm against the glass like nature itself was keeping their secrets.
Thunder booming, lightning flashing across the sky. Anastasia would’ve normally shown up at their dorm by now, knocking frantically for comfort. It’s been like that for years since the first. But not tonight.
Tonight? Theo didn’t even think about her. His focus was entirely on you, on the way you spread your legs slightly in anticipation after Theo fingered you with lube, breath hitching as Theo fumbled with the condom packet between his lips.
Theo’s fingers tremble as he rips the condom, too. drunk, aroused, nervous excitement making him clumsy. It took way longer than it should’ve: tearing the wrapper with his hand, then carefully rolling it down. His hands shook slightly, not from fear, but from sheer anticipation.
You watched him through half-lidded eyes? patient despite their shared heat between them. The storm outside thundered louder now. Not like Theo minded.
Theo moves carefully, slow, deliberate as he pushes his cock into you. Every inch was measured, giving you time to adjust. No rush despite their shared arousal and the storm’s chaos outside. His hands stayed gentle on your inner thighs, warm strokes meant to soothe any tension or nerves.
“Don’t be gentle.” You muttered, breath filled with alcohol. Too much alcohol you drank earlier. “Fuck me ‘til I can’t breathe”
Theo’s breath hitched at your words. No gentleness, just fucking and something sparked in him. The smirk on your face? That challenge? Yeah. Theo could do that.
Without another second of hesitation, he shifted his grip, one hand bracing beside your head while the other hooked under your thigh and picked up the pace instantly.
The bed creaked with each movement, Theo’s thrusts deep and relentless, fueled by the alcohol coursing through them.
Every snap of his hips was sharp, uncoordinated but hard, only pure physical need. You arched beneath him, breath coming in short gasps, the storm outside drowned out by their shared sounds: skin against skin, the rustle of sheets, rough moans. Neither cared about anything else right now.
Theo groaned at the sting of your nails raking down his back…good, grounding him.
Every time he pulled back almost all the way, it was just to slam into you again completely, over and over. A relentless rhythm that made the headboard knock softly against the wall. Your moans were music, soft but desperate and Theo chased them like they were his new addiction.
Theo locked onto that sweet spot like he’d been aiming for it all night, relentless, brutal in the best way. You can’t help but clench tight around him every time he thrusts deep into you, punching another breathy moan out of your lungs.
One hand gripped your hip hard to hold you steady with every deep thrust, while the other braced beside your head for balance. He pounds into your hole like a man possessed, sweats rolling on his forehead now. Your whimpers were muffled by Theo's lips when they crashed together again, messy, open-mouthed kisses between ragged breaths as your thighs began to tremble. You only breathe out “Don’t stop-!” And that’s all Theo needs to know.
Draco took a swig from his bottle, shivering slightly in the common room’s chill, his words lazy and half-drunk as he leaned back on the soft couch.
"Bet Theo is still going at it" he snickered to Blaise, nodding toward the dorm staircase with a smirk. "Might get to see Y/N walking funny tomorow" he snorted
Right then, Anastasia crept past them, pillow clutched to her chest. Her eyes were red-rimmed, thunder had woken her again. She hated storms. Hearing Draco’s comment? It hit like lightning itself. Anastasia froze mid-step.
Draco’s joke, casual, playful about Theo and you still fucking hit her like a physical blow. Her chest tightened. The thunder outside was deafening now, but it wasn’t just that noise making her hands tremble. She stood there in pajamas, pillow crushed to her chest… and suddenly had nowhere safe to go. Not even her friends understand her fear of thunder and storm. Usually? She'd run to Theo for comfort during storms. But tonight? He clearly wasn't coming out.
Draco’s drunken grin faded the second he saw Anastasia standing there: pale, tear-streaked, clutching that pillow like a lifeline.
Shit.
His joke hung in the air, ugly, sexual and unfiltered. He hadn’t meant for her to hear it… but now she had.
Blaise tensed beside him, shooting Draco a you idiot look as silence stretched between them all. Anastasia just stood frozen, heartbroken by Theo’s absence and by what she'd overheard.
Her grip on the pillow turned white-knuckled. Every ounce of jealousy and resentment she’d been quietly nursing toward you exploded at that moment.
You weren't just Theo’s boyfriend now…no, you’d taken her safe space too. The one person who used to comfort her during storms was occupied. By you.
And worse? Draco's joke implied they were…. Not just holding hands or talking, something far more intimate. Her lip trembled…not from fear of thunder anymore, but from fury. You were the one who tried to set her up with Theo and now?
Theo collapsed beside you, both of them sprawled out like wrecked starfish, limbs heavy with exhaustion. You were breathless by now, thighs slowly stretch forward to relax your tensed body.
The storm still raged outside, thunder rumbling but neither cared now. The adrenaline had burned off into something peaceful.
Your chest rose and fell slowly, Theo turned his head slightly to glance at you, a lazy, satisfied smile tugging at his lips.
“Fuckk…” you whined, gasping for air. The burn of pleasure in your lower stomach slowly fades. But still very present.
Theo exhaled a quiet laugh…same.
The heavy limbs, the faint soreness… all signs of what they’d just done. No regrets. He shifted slightly onto his side to face you properly, propping himself up on one elbow. Their eyes met, no teasing now. Just soft exhaustion and something warmer beneath it. Without thinking too hard about it, Theo reached out and brushed damp hair from your forehead.
Then Theo reached for the small portable CD player on his nightstand, the one he’d snuck from Doyo Alley’s Muggle music section months ago.
He slipped in a Cigarettes After Sex CD and pressed play. The first track “K.” drifted into the room: soft guitars, warm vocals, meaningful lyrics. The storm outside had gentled to a peaceful rain now, pattering against the window like background lullaby. Perfect timing. The music wrapped around them as they lay there, no rush to move.
“You don’t know how much I want to kiss you stupid right now” you muttered. The soft melody makes you weak, your heart swells a little at the lyrics. Theo bought the CD the moment he laid his eyes on it. Perfect for their shared night like this.
Theo paused mid-motion, lighter flickering as he lit the cigarette, then looked over at you. That huff of his was so familiar. So fond, even when complaining. And Theo? He hadn’t known either. Not fully. But now… here they were. After months of pining, after finally being together…He took a slow drag before leaning in to kiss you anyway, the smoke faintly bitter from the tobacco.
Theo let you take the cigarette without protest, watching as his boyfriend brought it to his lips for a slow drag. The act felt intimate somehow. Sharing something so simple, yet meaningful after what they’d just done.
Smoke curled between them in the dim light from the CD player’s soft glow. The music still played “K.” by Cigarettes After Sex filling their quiet dorm with warmth. The band has become one of his favourites now.
Theo didn’t reach to steal it back. He just… looked at you with admiration and love. He feels…enough.
Theo’s chest tightened, bloomed, like a flower cracking through concrete.
It wasn’t just attraction or physical closeness anymore. It was love, real, overwhelming love for the idiot currently holding his cigarette and looking at him with sleepy eyes. The music played on. The rain kept falling softly outside.
“I love you so much, Theo” you muttered, smoke curls around you like fog. So beautiful.
Theo’s breath caught. Hearing those words…so raw, so honest makes his heart stops a beat. His eyes searched your face, the smoke drifting from your lips, the way you looked wrecked in the best possible way. Loved and loving back.
Without a word, Theo leaned in and kissed you again, slowly this time. Deeply. Pouring everything into it. He’s ready to give you his soul if you ask nicely and promise a kiss after.
Theo had spent years, years feeling nothing. Just numbness. His childhood home was cold, emotionally barren. His mother died too soon, his father absent even when physically present. He’d built walls around himself out of necessity, not to be cruel, just to survive.
But here? With you… love wasn’t some distant concept anymore. It was alive. A living thing between them.
And for the first time since he was a little boy? Theodore Nott felt whole.
Theo didn’t hesitate. When the moment came, right after their kiss, with smoke still lingering in the air between them, he simply said it back. Honestly. Not because he was pressured to say it back.
"I love you too."
It just… was true. Theo loved you, not because he felt like he owed a reply, but because his heart meant it.
I need a Johnny Cage x bottom male reader imagine 😭 preferably with the reader wearing a skirt, and Johnny just unzipping his own pants and lifting the reader’s skirt (without taking the clothes off). Size difference too! Johnny’s dick making a bulge on the reader’s belly 🌚
PRETTY BOY
The first thing you register is the heat, Johnny Cage's palm sliding up the back of your thigh, fingers hooking under the hem of your skirt with a teasing tug. His grin is all teeth, predatory in the dim backstage light, and you barely have time to inhale before he’s crowding you against the dressing room mirror, the cold glass biting into your shoulder blades.
"Been staring all night, sweetheart," he murmurs, voice rough like he’s already half-gone. "Think I don’t notice how you bite your lip every time I adjust my belt?" His knee nudges between your thighs, pressing just enough to make your breath hitch, his chuckle is dark, pleased, as if the sound alone is proof he owns you. The zipper of his pants is already undone, his cock straining against the fabric, and when he grinds against you, the outline is obscenely visible through the thin material of your skirt.
You don’t even realise he’s lifted you until your ass hits the edge of the vanity, makeup bottles clattering. Johnny doesn’t give you time to adjust, just fists a hand in the fabric of your skirt and yanks it higher, exposing you to the chill of the air, and the hotter weight of his gaze. "Fuck," he exhales. "Look at that. It’ll perfect."
His grip on your hip is bruising, but the pain is secondary to the way his other hand works himself free, the thick length of him slapping heavy against your thigh. He doesn’t bother with foreplay, doesn’t need to, not when you’re already trembling, just lines himself up and pushes in with a groan that’s half your name, half a curse. The stretch burns, but the way your skirt rides up around his waist, still on but useless, makes it feel dirtier than if you’d stripped completely.
Johnny fucks you like it’s a stunt, all precision and practiced rhythm, hips snapping forward until the mirror rattles behind you. His teeth find your shoulder, biting down just shy of breaking skin, and you sob his name, nails scraping uselessly at his biceps. "That’s it," he growls, dragging a thumb over the bulge his cock makes beneath your navel. "Take it. Fucking made for this."
The vanity creaks dangerously under your weight, one of your legs hooked over his arm while the other dangles, toes barely brushing the floor. Johnny’s grip shifts, fingers digging into your thigh to spread you wider, and you whine, half protest, half plea, when he angles deeper, the drag of him hitting something that makes your vision blur. "Jesus," he laughs, breathless. "Look at you. Skirt still on and you’re coming apart."
You can feel the sweat slick between your bodies, the way your shirt rides up with every thrust, fabric clinging to the damp curve of your spine. Johnny’s free hand fists in your hair, yanking your head back to expose your throat, his mouth hot and messy against your pulse. "Gonna fuck you full," he murmurs, and the promise coils low in your gut, hotter than the stretch of him.
The air reeks of sex and spilled cologne, the sharp tang of your arousal mixing with the musk of his skin. Johnny’s rhythm stutters, his hips jerking erratically, and you choke on a moan when he shoves in deep, grinding his cock against that sweet spot until your thighs shake. "Cage—" you gasp, but he cuts you off with a kiss, all tongue and teeth, swallowing your whimpers like he’s starving for them.
"i only started watching football because of you," you laid down on your stomach, stretching your body across cameron's king-sized bed. the curtains in his penthouse bedroom were drawn back, muffling the loud noices of the city. you adjusted your shorts a little before facing him. "in case i haven't mentioned that before."
"wow," cam smirked. his bare torso glistened as he sat against the headboard. he only wore a pair of grey shorts, so your eyes were fixed on his big bulge and set of hard abs. "so my number one fan turned out to be a rookie?"
cameron crawled above you and raised your chin up. he pressed his sweet lips against yours, immediately entering his tongue roughly and grazing your teeth and gums. you whimpered as you arched back, feelings his hard cock press against your ass.
"best part about my career," cam groaned as he pulled away. "is i got to meet you and your tight body." he tore your shorts roughly, exposing your butt to the air. a sharp moan escapes you as his hand meets your skin, rubbing before giving it a strike. he throws away the torn cloth to the corner, leaving you completely naked to his mercy.
"cam?" you hear the rustle of his shorts being pulled down and hitting the bed. he spreads his legs over yours, and you feel the hard head pressing against your tight cheeks. "can you please be gentle? i wasn't able to walk for a day last time we did this."
cam bent down to your ear. "yeah well this time," he rasped against your ear. "you're not gonna be able to walk for a week."
you moaned loud, eyes rolling back and all cam simply did was talk filth into your mouth as he dug his fingers into your hips. you held your breath while he breached the head of his large cock into the entrance. toes curling as inch by inch, he stretched you with his sheer girth and power.
a loud groan escapes cam when his hips hit your plump rear. your fingers desperately grip the sheets, taking shallow breaths as you felt every throb of his large cock inside your entrance. slowly, he dragged back, instantly making you yelp. "cam!"
"shh, you got this, pretty boy." he hummed against your ear. cameron pressed his defined chest against your back, tingling your skin with the vibrations of his voice. he dragged out his cock all the way out before slamming back in with immense force, sending an explosion of pure agony and euphoria inside your stomach.
cam began a ruthless pace that punched a whimper and gasp with every snap of his hips back into your hole. his grip on your body hardened, every grunt and groan coming from your football star boyfriend making your own dick leak harder against the sheets. every impact rubbed you against the bed, sending the stars to form in your eyes.
"you like that?" cam's deep voice deepened your arousal towards him. he wrapped an arm around your stomach, lifting you to your knees. his thrusts intensified, awakening every nerve inside you with rough friction. before you could respond, he hit your ass cheek once more.
"cameron!" you pushed your ass against him on instinct, eyes filling with tears. he caressed your rear before smacking it again, timed with each savage penetration into your hole. "you're so good! so hot!"
"that's right," cam rasped. he reached for your hard member and began stroking the length up and down. your soft moans became loud as the sensations became overwhelming: the constant pounding against your prostate, cam jerking you off, your back rubbing against his hard pectorals and abs. it was a sexual haven all at once. "you're taking me so well. that's why you're my number one fan boy."
the orgasm building inside you tightened your stomach. you clawed on cam's arm. "i- i'm cumming!"
"cum for me, pretty boy. i'll cum inside your ass too. fill my trophy with my my spunk." his words unleashed your cum onto the sheets and into his first. you whimpered and reached back to hold onto his thighs, his thrusts not showing any sign of slowing.
"cameron— i'm sensitive—" you whined, your body becoming more aware of every act of invasion.
"just a bit more— fuck!" cam drove into your body three times more before shocking you with his liquids spurting into your tight channel. he painted your insides in his warmth, grinding into your convulsing body to ride out his high.
cameron fell on top of you, burying his softening cock into your ass and crushing you against the mattress. "you alright?" he brushed the strands of hair away from your sweaty boyfriend. "you're just so hot i wanna fuck you senseless every single time."
you nodded. "i'm good, cameron."
he smirked before pulling your cheek, making you smile as well. "cutest fan boy ever."
