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You Belong To Me || Hermione x f!reader

prompt: you get turned on by a game of spin the bottle with you friend group and Hermione so you show her who she belonged to

“Okay, who’s next?” Dean rubbed his hands together as he looked around the circle.

Ginny, Hermione, You, Harry, Ron, Dean, and Seamus all sat in a circle with an empty beer bottle in the middle. Harry had come up with the idea of playing spin the bottle out of pure boredom and here you all were.

The game was going well with Harry and Ginny having a small make out session and Dean and Seamus practically on top of each other before you had to physically pull them apart. The only thing that was pissing you off was your girlfriend and how she turned you on. You bet it was on purpose. She was biting her lip and giving you seductive glances while making you place your hand on her thigh but not letting you go any further.

Neither you or her had a turn yet and so Hermione raised her hand.

“I’ll go.” Hermione smiled and looked at you before going to spin the bottle. You watched as it spun, the bottle make three full revolutions until it turned and pointed to the boy across from you. Ronald Weasley. You internally groaned when you knew how much Ron liked your girlfriend. He was practically head over heels for her and was furious when he found out you two were dating.

You saw Ron smirk at you as Hermione made her way over to him. She was so unnecessarily slutty about all of this. As she made her way over to Ron, you cringed as you saw an obvious growing boner from his pants. Hermione sat on his lap, cupped his cheek, slowly kissed him. Ron kissed back, putting his hand on her cheek as well. Pretty soon enough they were having a pretty heated but slow make out session.

Dean and Ginny both looked at you, see if you were going to do anything about this. And yes you were. You were positive it was on purpose and Hermione was trying to get you jealous but you didn’t care that it had worked.

You got up on your feet and grabbed Hermione’s wrist. She followed your actions and got up on her feet, bearing a sly smile. Ron looked really upset which made you proud.

“We’re leaving.” You whispered lowly so only Hermione could hear. And without saying goodbye to any of your friends, you held onto Hermione’s wrist as you angrily dragged her to your dorm. You opened the door, pulling Hermione in, and locked it.

“Real cheeky.” You said with a low voice as Hermione sat herself on the bed, ravenously looking at you. She was biting her bottom lip as she felt a pool of wetness surrounding her core just by seeing you so jealous.

“You’re hot when your jealous.” She said as she looked at you with hunger. You rushed over to her as you felt your own wetness emerging and climbed on top of her.

“I’m going to make you wish you hadn’t even laid eyes on that redhead.” You whispered and crashed your lips onto hers. She let out a small moan at this gesture and wrapped her arm around your neck as you viciously attacked her lips, letting your tongue invade and take over.

“Fuck, Y/n,” groaned Hermione as she moved her neck over to allow you suck on it. You knew you immediately found her sweet spot when you heard her let out a loud moan. You sucked, making sure to leave a mark, as your hand traveled down her body.

You swiftly unbuttoned her shirt and exposed her bra. You quickly unclipped it and sucked on her breasts, moving from one to another. You felt like you had superpowers by how much you could make Hermione moan.

“Oh merlin, please Y/n.” She ground her hips on your leg as you slowly licked her nipples, purposely slowing down to tease her. She was craving your touch but you wanted to hear her say it instead.

“Please what?” You smirked as you looked up at Hermione.

“Please touch me. Please, I want you to make me feel good.” She whimpered and pleaded. It’s what you wanted to hear so you obliged, however you weren’t going to let her get exactly what she wanted.

You kissed down her body the inside of her thigh, making her jerk her covered cunt towards your face. You chuckled. “Slow down, sweetheart. Just let me do what I do best.” You pulled down her undergarments and revealed an absolutely soaked pussy. You smirked at the sight and slowly ran a finger down her folds. She was absolutely soaking

You pressed your finger onto her clit and began moving it as fast as you could. Hermione jerked her hips forward and moaned loudly at the sudden contact. You couldn’t hold it in and met her clit with your tongue.

“Oh fuck! Y/n keep going.” Hermione was a mess. Her hair was all over the place as her hips moved up and down from her heavy and fast breathing. The sight was so attractive.

Hermione’s hands shot to your head and pushed it into your cunt as she grinded into to your face. This was a signal that she was close. Very close.

You smirked and quickly pulled your head away. Hermione was in shock.

“What the fuck, Y/n?”

“Not so fast,” You chuckled and met her eyes. “What do you think you were doing during that spin the bottle game, huh? Trying to make me jealous?” You held her thighs and held her down from squirming around.

“No, I wasn’t. I’m sorry.” Hermione was tearing up a bit. She needed to finish so bad.

“Really? It looks a lot like you were trying to seduce me. But with Weasley out of all people? You could do better than that.”

“But you still got jealous didn’t you?” Hermione retorted, smirking.

“Fine. I guess we’re done here.” You began to stand up but Hermione whined.

“Okay, I’m sorry. Yes, I was trying to make you jealous. You’re mine, Y/n. I belong to you.” Hermione was giving you those doe eyes that you fell for every single time.

“Damn right you belong to me.” You dropped down onto your knees and attacked her clit, determined to give her the best finish of her life.

“I’m so close! Oh my god! Y/n I’m cumming!” Hermione’s eyes rolled to the back of her head as she moved her cunt all over your face. Her juices spilled out as she rode her high.

You laid down next to her as she breathed heavily.

“That’s to teach you who you really belong to.” You kissed her on the lips.

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Wonders || Harry Potter X Reader SMUT

summary: Harry and you start to get intimidate after a long day of Quidditch practice

warnings: use of mommy. Oral sex. 18+

“Harry!” You giggled as he crashed into you and gave you the tightest hug ever. “My lungs are gonna collapse.” You joked as his black hair tickled your neck.

“It’s been such a long day, Y/n. I’m so tired.” His voice echoed into your skin as he started to suck on your neck.

“Is Quidditch making you all horny, babe?” You sat down into the couch in the common room as Harry began to play with your boobs.

“Mhm.” He muttered.

“I’ve been missing you too.” You tried your best not to moan as there were other people in the common room as well.

“I’ve been missing your moans and your boobs and your tight pussy.” His voice was incoherent since his face was buried in your breasts.

“Alright, alright. I’ll let you have some fun.” You got up but your boyfriend clung by you. His arms still wrapped around your waist trying to get you to sit back down.

“Harrryyy. Come on, you wanna suck my tits right?” You whispered into his ear. This seemed to have excited him as he finally got up and followed you to his dorm.

“You’re so pretty, darling.” He said as he closed the door and whispered “muffliato” You guys were gonna be needing it.

“Come here.” You took his tie and guided him to his bed. He plopped onto the white sheets as you slowly climbed on top of him.

You gently moved your hand on top of his hardening length. Harry threw his head back and moaned as his clothed cock twitched under his black trousers.

“Since you’ve been such a good boy, tell me what you want to do to me.” You looked at his green eyes.

“I wanna eat you out.” He muttered. Your hand was still on his dick.

“What was that? Speak up, love.” You were lying. You could hear him so well but the way he said it turned you on.

“I want to suck your cunt till you scream for me.” Harry said passive aggressively.

You smirked and laid down, letting him get on top of you. He kissed you sloppily as he undid your pants and exposed your underwear and thighs with one hand as his other player with your uncovered breasts. His lips slowly traveled from your neck to your tits as he rubbed your soaking underwear with his palm.

“Does mommy feel good?” Harry mumbled as his tongue swirled around your sensitive nipples.

You moaned in response as you weren’t totally satisfied with what he was doing. He was teasing so you were sure to tease him back when it was your turn. You moved your thigh around and signaled for him to get lower. Harry obeyed and began to trail kisses from your stomach to your thighs. You wanted your underwear off as the clothing was your wet pussy uncomfortable.

It was like he read your mind. Harry took your underwear off and began to swirl your clitoris with his tongue. It didn’t look like it but Harry was fucking amazing at eating you out. His tongue and lips did wonders to your craving cunt and left you breathing for air every single time.

“Harry, you’re so good at this. Oh please. Fuck.” The sounds that escaped your mouth as Harry slid his tongue up and down your hole made him so hard. His dick was tugging at his pants, yearning for touch.

Harry inserted a finger so quick that a loud moan escaped your mouth. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he began to attack your clot and roll his finger at the same time. You were a whining mess. Your hands moved your boyfriends head up and down as you grinded onto his face.

“Oh my god! Yes fuck, Harry! Oh you’re doing so good. You’re making mommy feel so good.” Harry responded but you couldn’t hear a thing as you were reaching your climax.

This was thing about Harry. He could tell whenever you were close so you didn’t have to say a single thing. As he felt your pussy clench around his fingers he went even faster, making sure to leave you satisfied.

“I’m cumming, Harry! I’m going to cum!” You’re legs shook as his fingers moved at erratic motions. You let out sexy moans as your orgasm spilled all over Harry’s face and fingers.

“Was that good?” He asked shyly.

“That was amazing, dove. Since you’ve done so well like you always do, let me do something for you too.” You beckoned him lay next to you. You kissed him passionately as you felt your hand skim over a very hardened part of his pants.

“You’re so hard.” You said in between your kisses.

“I can’t help getting a boner every time you ride your high for me.” His dick twitched again as you rubbed it harder. He was so cute that you scratched what you said early about teasing him and quickly moved to the target.

You unbottoned his pants and his dick sprang out. The tip was covered in precum and veins were popping, showing you how hard he was. You licked his pre-cum away and ran your tongue across his whole shaft.

“Fuck, mommy. You’re mouth feels so good against my cock.” Harry had his eyes closed and waited for you to suck his length.

You instantly got to the point as you fit the whole entire thing into your mouth and bobbed your head up and down. You’re slurping noises were loud and you were anxious that it would break through the silencing spell.

“Oh fuck! You’re so good at sucking my dick. Fuck!” Harry spontaneously jerked his hips up as his tip hit the back of your throat. You didn’t have a gag reflex and that made your sucking game ten times better.

“Shit I’m close.” He muttered. He couldn’t say anything other than produce loud moans as you gave him the friction he needed. Your wetness made him feel his peak.

“I’m about to come!” He squinted his eyes jerked his hips once more as his cum released into your mouth. “Ohhh Merlin. Shit your mouth just knows exactly what to do. My dick was craving that since this morning. Come here.” Harry extended both his hands as you both calmed down from the intense interaction.

“Did you like that?” You asked as you cuddled up next to him. His arms wrapped around your shoulders lovingly as he responded with a bunch of compliments.

You both needed each other. You bought loved each other and nothing would ever break that apart. The insane talent for oral sex definitely helped of course ;)

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In His Arms || Ron Weasley

prompt: you are being tortured by Bellatrix Lestrange and Ron rescues you

a/n: this follows the movies not the book. Dobby also doesn’t die :)

Your screams echoed through the mansion as the witch carved into your skin.

"Y/N!!" You could faintly hear Ron shouting out your name but was too scared and tired to respond.

"Oh look at that, girl. You have your traitor boyfriend shouting your name. Should I take him too and make him watch you suffer?" Lestrange hissed.

You only was able to wince in response but terrifyingly screamed as the death eater carved something else to your arm

"Ron, yelling for her won't do anything." Harry said after his best friend called for Y/n for the 10th time.

"But she's in pain, Harry! What else are we going to do?" said Ron, irritatingly.

“Shh. SHH. Pettigrew’s coming.” Harry suddenly put a finger on his mouth and nudged Ron. The two boys peered out the barred door to see a short man with teeth that imitated a mouse walking down the stairs. 

Harry and Ron both moved aside to let him in but they heard a crack and saw Pettigrew fall to the ground. 

“What the-” Harry looked up the stairs and saw a small elf. 

“Dobby?”  Harry questioned in clear confusion.

“Dobby has come to save Harry Potter, sir. Dobby heard he was in trouble!” squeaked the house elf. 

“Oh right! I forgot house elves could apparate into places we normally can’t. Brilliant!”

“Harry! Stop talking and do something! Y/n’s up there getting tortured. We need to help her!” Ron urged. 

“Right, sorry.” Harry shifted his focus back to his current situation. “Okay, can you take Luna and Mr. Ollivander somewhere safe? Preferably the cottage that Billius Weasley and Fleur Delacour lives in. Do you know where that is?” 

“Yes, Dobby does!” Dobby’s huge eyes lit up in enthusiasm as he was being ordered by the chosen one. 

“Then, can you come back and get us?” Harry instructed. 

“I will be back Mr. Potter.” Dobby unlocked the barred door, apparated into the cell and disapparated with Luna and Mr. Ollivander to the cottage.

Ron began to rush up the stairs but Harry held onto his arm.

“Ron we need a plan. Do you not hear whats going on up there?” Harry whispered. 

“But y/n’s up there! I need to help her.”

On the floor above them, Bellatrix just slashed the goblin’s cheeck.

“Consider yourself lucky, goblin,” Hissed the witch. “The same won’t be said for this one.” Bellatrix walked over to Y/n.

“Like hell.” Ron pulled himself from Harry’s grasp on his arm and ran up the stairs.

“No! Ron!” Harry ran up the stairs after his best friend.

“Expelliarmus!” The Weasley yelled at Lestrange.

Lucius Malfoy grabbed for his wand but Harry was quick.

“Stupefy!” 

Bellatrix swiftly grabbed Y/n by the scruff of her neck. 

“Stop!” She yelled at the small duel that was being conjured between the Malfoys and the two boys. “Drop your wands. Now!” She had a knife that was less than an inch on Y/n’s neck. 

Draco rushed up to grab the wands once Harry and Ron dropped them on to the wooden floor.

“Well, well, well. Look what we have here. All brand new.” A smile crept up Bellatrix’s wicked mouth. “Call him.” 

Lucius Malfoy began to move his hand at his Death Eater tattoo but was interrupted by a small squeaking noise. Everyone looked up to see an elf on top of a chandelier. In a few seconds, the chandelier came crashing down onto Bellatrix and Y/n.

Bellatrix let out a nasty shriek while Y/n ran into Ron’s arms.

“Are you ok? Y/n, I’m here. It’s ok. I’m here. You’re safe.” Ron sputtered out endless comforting words as Y/n sobbed into his arms. 

“STUPEFY!!” Harry aimed three wands at Lucius Malfoy and threw him back into the wall. 

“Stupid elf!” insulted Bellatrix. The group was back together, Harry, Ron, Y/n, Dobby, and Griphook. “You could’ve killed me!”

“Dobby never meant to kill. Dobby only meant to maim or seriously injure.” Dobby proudly said.

Narcissa Malfoy began flicking her wand at the group but was disarmed by Dobby’s snap.

During all of this, Ron kept his arms around Y/n, so afraid to let her go. Y/n was pressing her body against Ron, afraid to leave him. Their hands were together.

“Dobby has come to save Harry Potter and his friends.” Dobby grabbed onto Harry’s jacket and disapparated them. 

The group dropped onto sand. 

“Is Harry Potter and his friends alright?” Dobby walked towards them.

“Yes, we’re great. Thank you so much, Dobby.” Harry smiled.

“Are you alright? Let me get Billy to make something for you.” Ron was uncontrollably scared. 

“Ron.” Y/n held onto his arm. “I’m fine. I’m here with you.” 

Ron still held the hugest amount of fear in his eyes. 

“I was so scared of losing you and I didn’t know what to do. I heard your screams and-” 

Y/n pulled Ron’s face close to hers. Their lips touched and Ron’s body entirely relaxed. 

“I love you so much, Ron. Thank you for being here for me.”

“I love you so much, Y/n. You mean the world to me. Come on let’s get you into the cottage.” Ron now had the hugest grin on his face as he carried Y/n to his brother’s cottage. Y/n closed her eyes with a small smile as well and pulled her closer to his arms.

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Truly Amazing | harrypotter x reader

prompt: harry gets back from detention and y/n takes care of him

genre: fluff

warnings: small bleeding

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Y/n paced around the common room, biting her nails.

"Honestly, Y/n what are you so worried about?" Her redhead friend asked. "Harry's just got detention thats it."

"With Umbridge! He's got detention with Umbridge, Ron. I just know she has something up her sleeve," said Y/n, sternly.

"It's fine, Y/n. He'll be back soon." Hermione walked up to Y/n and comfortingly patted her on the shoulder. "I'm going to bed, see you tomorrow." She gave her a small smile before going to her dorm.

"Same here. 'Night, Y/n." Ron waved bye and went to his dorm.

Y/n plopped onto the couch in front of the fireplace. She let out an exasperated sigh as the fire warmly lit her face. Her boyfriend, Harry Potter, hadn't been acting like himself. He was getting mad for no reason and had mood swings when he came back from summer break. And just that afternoon, he lashed out at the new DADA teacher, Umbridge. But Y/n didn't blame him for that. She did piss off the whole class. 

The sound of the Gryffindor common room door opening made Y/n jump. Harry weakly walked through it, oddly clutching his left hand. 

“Harry! How was detention?” Y/n walked over to him. 

“Erm.” Harry hesitated before showing Y/n his hand. It had blood cut wounds with what seemed like the words “I must not tell lies.” It was hard to tell, though because of the blood and scars. 

Y/n yelped but Harry covered her mouth. 

“Shh, don’t tell anyone.” 

“Okay,” squeaked Y/n, still in shock. “Sit down,” Y/n pointed to the couch by the fireplace. “I will be right back.” Y/n ran up to her dorm and rustled through her drawers. Her mother had given her a certain bandage that could heal small wounds. It wouldn’t completely heal Harry’s scar but it would still help. Y/n’s eye spotted a white roll. She quickly grabbed it and sprinted down the stairs. 

“Here.” She breathlessly said as she knelt down so she could easily reach his hand.

“Woah, calm down love.” Harry chuckled but then winced because of his hand. 

“Did she do this to you?” ask Y/n frantically as she tenderly put the bandage around the wound. 

“She made us write lines that makes them cut into our skin or something.” Harry mumbled. Y/n finished putting the bandage around his wrist and a minty cool feeling surrounded his wounds. He could feel the pain fade a bit. 

“Does it feel ok? Did it work?” Y/n asked. 

“It doesn’t hurt that much anymore,” smiled Harry. “Thank you, Y/n. Come here.” He held his hand out so Y/n could stand up and sit next to him.

“Are you sure?” Y/n was still kneeling, too worried to acknowledge that Harry was trying to get her to be next to him. 

“Yes, now come.” He took Y/n hand and swiftly pulled her next to him. Y/n sat onto the couch and rested her head onto his shoulder. Harry put his arm around her shoulder. 

“You’re truly amazing.” He said as they both looked into the fire place.

“Says you,” chuckled Y/n.

“Seriously.” Harry squeezed her shoulder. 

No one said anything for the next hour. Instead, they both looked into the lit fire, enjoying each other’s presence with their love radiating enough to fill the solar system.

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Afterparty | harrypotter x reader

prompt: you and harry flirt at an after party

fluff fluffity fluff

You hated losing. Especially in Quidditch. And especially to Gryffindor. You and Ron had a thing. Nothing romantic, in fact, it was the opposite. You hated each other's guts. It was a very close game until one of the Weasley twins knocked you out of your broom so that one of the chasers could score. You weren't disturbed by it too much until Ron had to rub it in your face.

"Hey Y/N. Wanna come to the afterparty later? Bet you wanna loosen up after that hit from the bludger." Ron let out a snort when he reached you in the lockers.

"No. I don't want to come to you and your stupid afterparty." You pressed the icepack to your eye, staring at the lockers.

"Alright. Sore loser." Ron strut out of the room and into the crowd of cheering Gryffindors.

"Dude, Harry's going to be there. Don't miss the chance." Your friend nudged you. He knew you liked Harry Potter. It was quite hard to try and actually talk with him because he didn't really converse with anyone other than Ron and Hermione. You really wanted to talk to him and at least get something out of your crush.

"Yea... I'll think about it." You got up and walked towards your dorm.

➵ ♆

As you walked along the corridor from the library, you could hear the music and cheer in the Gryffindor common room. You were tempted to walk in and let loose a bit but you had a huge test on Monday so you fought the urge. You didn't give it another thought until you heard his voice. Harry's voice. He was cheering.

"Fuck it." You said walking back to the common room and opening the door. You saw a huge group of students in the center lifting up Harry as they chanted.

"Look who it is." Ron walked towards you with a drink in his hand. "Decided to come haven't you?" A smug smirk was plastered onto his face.

"Shut up. I just decided to let loose a bit." You looked away from him and stared at the raven-haired boy. He was finally being let down by the group of students that was carrying him. You hadn't even noticed your trance until he surprisingly called out your name.

"Y/n!" He called out, jogging towards you. You didn't expect him to know your name.

"Hey! You seem like the MVP. Enjoying yourself?" You put your hands in your pockets, trying your best to hide your blush. It was no use. You found your cheeks shifting red just looking at the glistening eyes under his round glasses.

"You bet. But you deserve a cheer, don't you? You were amazing as a keeper. And still is." The charming boy winked, put an arm over your shoulder, and shouted your name. "HEY EVERYONE! THE REAL MVP IS THIS GORGEOUS BEING RIGHT HERE! LET ME HEAR A CHEER," shouted Harry.

You wanted to die. You wanted to become invisible. Your face was redder than ever as the Gryffindor students let out a huge roar, chanting your name.

After what seemed to be a century, the roar for you died out and everyone started to talk amongst themselves again. Harry's arm was still draped over your shoulder.

"Thanks, Harry. I needed that." You smiled weakly, almost melting into his eyes again.

"Of course. We should hang out soon." He winked. You, subconsciously, looked at him flirtatiously.

"Oi! Harry come here. We've got something to show you!" Neville shouted across the room. Oh how much you admired Neville, you wanted him to shut up. Now the moment with your crush was ruined.

"Coming!" Harry raised his cup at Neville as a signal. "Well, that's the end of this conversation. We really should hang out soon." He said again. "I want to get to know you. And I'm not drunk. Maybe I am. But I know I won't regret asking you." Your eyes widened as his soft lips met your cheeks. He gave you a small kiss before diminishing into the crowd of people.

You internally melted as his kiss lingered on your cheek. You spotted the door and quickly ran outside of the common room before anyone could see how bright your face was.

That was all it took to brighten your weekend. And you thanked merlin that you took your friend's advice.

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Loss and Love | cedricdiggory x reader

prompt: you and cedric are both chosen for the triwizard tournament but he ends up dying in your arms a/n: huge huge angst. also cedric dies in a different way and this was longer than expected so i hope its good :)

When you and Cedric Diggory were both chosen for the not so “tri” wizard tournament, it was a complete shock. Both of you were the best of friends and had been dared by each other to put the name in the goblet. After Dumbledore called your names, you were both thrilled to not only be participating in the tournament but participating in it together. 

You both liked each other. A lot. And become even closer in the tournament definitely did not help trying to get over the crush. 

“Hey.” You heard a knock on your one bed dorm. It was nice being alone because people could visit whenever they liked without annoying your dorm mates.

“Hey, Ced.” You recognized the boy by his voice. You both sounded extremely tired because you were. The last task was tomorrow and it was going to be the hardest of them all. 

“You alright?” His voice echoed into your room as he stood by the doorway. You turned around from your desk and saw him. His rosy cheeks that made you melt, his honey colored hair that you loved playing with, and his fricking smile. His adorable smile. 

“Yea, just really tired. And worried.” You stood up and walked to him. Your eyes met and held a longing, comfortable stare. The corner of Cedric’s eyes crinkled as he smiled weakly. 

“Don’t worry. We’ll get through this. We passed the last two challenges without dying. I’m sure we can get through this one.” He put both hands on your shoulders and pulled you into a hug. You still smelled his fainting cologne and relaxed in his touch. 

“Thank you, Cedric.” You sighed as you reluctantly pulled away due to the time, which was 11pm. “Gotta go sleep. See you tomorrow, Cedric.” You walked into your bed and flew yourself onto it. Cedric just stood by the doorway, watching your drift into sleep. He smiled sadly. 

“Goodnight, Y/n.” He whispered. 

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The next morning didn’t lift your mood up even though almost everyone cheered you on or wished you and Cedric good luck.

“Come on, Y/n. You’ll both be fine.” Zacharias Smith helped get your some eggs and a piece toast on your plate.

“Yea, you guys crushed the last two tournaments. The third will be a breeze. Plus you still have till tonight. Just revise some spells or something. I think Dumbledore said you just needed wands for this one.” Another friend of yours comforted. 

“Thanks, guys. I guess you’re right. I shouldn’t worry that much.” You gloomily ate the bread. 

“Look. Cedric doesn’t have a worry in his mind.” Hannah Abott pointed the the person sitting next to you. He looked like his regular self. Munching on sausages and reading the prophet. 

“Well, he’s so much smarter than me anyways.” 

“Uhh, yea no. You are the master at charms and DADA and... well everything.” Cedric said. You laughed at his compliment.

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The sun was setting and it was almost time. You put on your Hufflepuff shirt that you were supposed to wear during the last task. You grabbed your wand and headed out your dorm. Everyone else was already at the stadium so the common room was empty except one other person.

“Cedric?” You couldn’t make out the person near the door because of the pile of books that sat in front of him. 

“Oh hey, Y/n. You ready?” asked Cedric as he emerged from the books. He was wearing the same shirt as you except it looked a lot better on him than you.

“You didn’t have to wait for me.” You pulled open the door and began walking down to the courtyard where the task was going to be held. 

“Eh well whatever. Didn’t want to be down there with so much people anyways.” He jogged up to your side as you walked down the stair cases. No one talked until you both reached the entrance of the small stadium where Viktor, Fleur, and Harry were standing. Harry did a small wave at you in which you returned. He looked just as nervous as you were but Moody seemed to have said something to make him relax.

“Y/n.” Cedric placed an arm on your shoulder and turned you around to face him. “It’s going to be just fine. I’m guess this whole task is a maze, looking at all the grass and stuff. Let’s just stick together okay?”

You only muttered a small okay back, but he seemed to have heard it. He gave you a small smile and snaked his hand towards yours as you both turned back around to face the stadium. Your hands both grasped each others as Dumbledore explained the rules. 

And that’s when it started. The headmaster gave the signal and you were all sent into the maze. You lost sight of Cedric already. It was so dark and the hedges were so thin, you could barely squeeze through the thorns. A scream was heard and you instinctively followed it. It sounded like Fleur’s and whatever it was, it sound like she was in need of help.

You swerved through the corners and ran faster as Fleur’s screams came closer. You could swear you were almost there until you weren’t. It wasn’t her screams at all. It was a spider’s callings. A huge spider clambered it’s ways towards you.

“Shit!” You fell and picked your self back up as you ran as fast as you could. You dared not look back because you didn’t need to. The spider’s legs were thundering right behind you. You yelled spells so fast you were surprised they even came out because half of them sounded like gibberish. 

“Incarcerous!” You stopped and turned around, yelling the spell with all your might. You begged this would work or else that spider would stomp you to death. Ropes from your wand sprouted out and pinned the spider to the ground. But it was only enough to stall it so you could run only a tad bit farther. 

You ran as fast as you could and took as many corners as you could. You halted to catch your breath and asked yourself how the hell you managed to run that fast without breaking your lungs. Fearing the spider was still coming after you, you hid in between a few branches in the hedges and held your breath, listening for its footsteps. There were none and you relaxed.

Then he came to your mind. Cedric. You needed to find him and tell him you were okay. And see if he was okay. Your thoughts were interrupted by sudden human footsteps. They were running towards your direction. You didn’t flee, you kept your wand up and slowly moved back. It could be Cedric or it could be some other monster. 

It was Cedric.

“Cedric!” You ran to him and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Y/n! I’m so glad your safe but we have to go.” He grabbed your wrist and made you run with him. 

“What’s happening?” 

“It’s Viktor. He’s turned bad. His eyes are white.” The brown hair boy panted. His face had rubble on it and a few scars but he wasn’t gravely injured given that he could still run quite quick. You didn’t answer but just kept running by his side. You looked at his face and admired his features. It was so wrong to be doing this during such a situation but you couldn’t help but notice how his hair blew into his face as the wind blew to him.

But you didn’t notice the stupid rock that was in front of you. Your left foot hit the rock and you fell forward, slamming your face onto the wet, muddy grass. You could hear Viktor’s running towards your direction. While you scrambled to get up, Krum already saw you two. 

“Stop, Krum!” Cedric stepped in front of you, raising his wand in a protective stance. “This isn’t you. You’re under the Imperius curse aren’t you?” 

Krum changed his focus from you to Cedric. He still had life in him, but he seemed to have ignored what Cedric said. 

“No! Cedric!” You leapt to your feet and tried to pull Krum who flung himself onto your best friend. Krum was as heavy as a boulder and pinned Cedric to the ground. 

“Y/n! Just go! He’s going to curse you. He’s much more skilled than all of us!” Cedric managed to yell. Viktor put his left hand onto Cedric’s chest as he fumbled for his wand with his right hand. Before you could yell any counter curse, Viktor already pushed you into the hedge and the vines began to drag you in. 

“Cedric!” You tried to fight off the vines but even more came and wrapped around your legs. You were immobilized and couldn’t do anything as the hedges closed around you. 

“Stupefy!” A familiar voice rang. It was Harry Potter’s. “Cedric are you alright?” Cedric didn’t respond and instead rushed to where you were pulled in. 

“Bombarda!” exclaimed Cedric. The hedges blew up and made a clear passageway to where you were. 

“Cedric, what happened to Krum?!” You frantically asked as Harry and Cedric tore the vines that were tightening around your shins. 

“Harry, got him. Ran somewhere else. Are you okay? I thought they had you.” Cedric’s hands ran through your face, brushing off the rubble and dirt. 

“Thanks, Harry.” You finally got released from the vines and thanked the Chosen One. He gave a small smile back. “And Fleur?” You asked, suddenly remembering how you saw everyone but her. 

“The vines got her. I sent some sparks, she’s probably safe now.” 

“Alright.” 

All three of you began to walk together through the maze, not exactly sure what you were looking for. You and Cedric were holding hands again and Harry walked along side the both of you, cautiously looking around for any other signs of danger. A faint blue glow at the end of the long passage way caused all of you to turn your attention to it. It was the cup. 

In the flash of a blink, all of you started to run towards the cup. A sudden surge of greed entered all of your minds. Cedric and Harry pushed and pulled each other as they were fighting for the cup. You wanted to win too but you’ve never seen Cedric act like that. So greedy. So violent. 

“Stop, Harry! Stop, Cedric!” You yelled as the two boys still tugged at each other. The hedges behind you were quickly closing in. You took hold of Cedric’s arm and tried to tell him to stop. 

“Get off me!” He yelled as he pushed you back. Shocked, you ran past them. If they were going to fight, better not be involved with it. You were both ahead of them and closer to the cup, but a sudden scream stopped you. 

Cedric was on the floor and bound by those vines. He was being pulled back like the vines were living things. Hungry for someone. You looked at him and at the cup then back at him.

“Please, Y/n! Harry!” His hands tried to grab hold of something to pull him back up, but the vines were too strong. 

You looked at the cup and Harry once more. The 4th year nodded and both of you aimed your wands at Cedric. 

“Reducto!” You and Harry shouted. The vines turned to dust and Cedric quickly stood back up.

“Thank you. I thought you guys would leave me there.” He panted as he brushed left over vines on his shirt.

“Honestly, me too.” You jokingly responded. The three of you laughed despite the current life or death dilemma. 

“I’m sorry for pushing you, Y/n,” apologized Cedric suddenly. “I have no clue why-”

“It’s okay. In the midst of whatever’s happening right now, I know it wasn’t you that pushed me. You would never do such a thing.” You looked into his brown eyes. 

“Er, uhm. We gotta do something. Those hedges are closing in on us.” Harry blurted out. “Who gets the cup?” He hesitantly questioned. 

“Let’s just all get it. Does it really matter now?” Cedric suggested. You and Harry agreed and broke off into a run. The hedges were inches from grabbing you three. You all leapt and grabbed the cup. You felt yourself being picked up from your feet. What was happening?

Suddenly, the three of you fell onto more hard grass. Your head span for a few seconds until adjusting yourself to the scene. 

“It’s a portkey.” You heard Cedric brilliantly remark. “And where are we?” 

“Yea, where the hell are we?” You slowly stood up, using a random stone to help you up. The random stone wasn’t a stone at all. It was a huge statue. “What the?” You whispered.

“A graveyard. At least I think it’s a graveyard.” Harry was walking around as well. He knew they were there because of him. He put both you and Cedric in danger. Then something caught his eye. A grave.

“Cedric, Y/n we have to get back to the cup,” panicked Harry as he kneeled down to read the grave. It had the surname none other than Riddle.

“Harry what’s going on?” You asked, getting scared. Someone emerged from somewhere in the graveyard and Harry suddenly screamed. His hand flew to his scar.

“Harry! What’s happening?” You and Cedric knelt down to help the boy in pain.

“Get back to the cup!” Harry commanded before adding another haunting scream. The person who emerged was a short man. He was holding something. A baby of some sort but it was like a skeleton.

“Who are you and what do you want?” Cedric raised his wand.

“Kill the spares.” A voice hissed. A jet of red blasted out of the man’s wand. Cedric suddenly yelled in pain as he fell to the floor.

“AAAH! STOP! STOP!” shouted Cedric. His body was twitching to uncontrollable amounts. You rushed over to Cedric’s side. His eyes were rolled to the back of his head while the red spell kept making him twitch. The man then directed his aim to you. Another red spark hit you. It was the Cruciatus curse. 

Pain shot through your body as you tried to fight it off. It felt like your body was lit on fire as knives from all over pierced every part of your body. 

“No, Y/n! Cedric!” You heard Harry plead. “Don’t kill them! You want me right? I’m right here! Leave them alone!”

The pain finally stopped and you both laid on the ground, almost lifeless. 

“Cedric...” You used the last bit of energy to crawl to him. “It’s going to be ok.” You lied as you situated yourself beside him. You held his hand as he slowly turned his head to look at you. Everything was blurry. The only thing you could make out was Harry being bound by some moving statue. And some bald man walking to him. 

You never would’ve guessed that these would be the last few minutes of your life. You couldn’t move a single limb as you were too tired to. 

“Y/n...” Cedric rasped. “I love you. And I’m just really glad that we’ll die together.” He smiled. His stupid smile. 

You tried to fight your eyelids open as you felt your heart almost give in.

“I love you, too.” The words of death left your mouth as both of your battles finally fell into an abyss of loss and love.

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Those Pink Lips | harrypotter x reader

summary: you accuse harry of liking ginny when tutoring him but he likes you instead

pairing: harrypotter x reader

“Harry. Harry!” Y/n snapped her fingers in front of the boy’s face. “Did you hear anything I said?” 

“Oh uhm, yea.” Harry stuttered. He was staring at his tutor’s...well everything. He was staring at those eyes, sparkling as she read over his work. The hair that sprawled over her shoulders, but the thing he liked most about Y/n was her lips. Her soft, pink, plump lips. He wanted to kiss them and feel it on his but he doubted she felt the same as he did. 

“Why don’t you explain what I taught you about that Draught of Living Death potion? You are supposed to write an essay on it for Slughorn.” Y/n challenged, cocking her eyebrow. 

“It’s a potion.” Harry started. 

“Uh huh.” 

“That draughts living death?” He horribly guessed. 

“Harry, if you aren’t going to listen to me, there is no point of doing this. Please, listen because you are going to write that essay by yourself.”

“What? You aren’t helping me?” 

“You won’t need my help if you listened.” Y/n rolled her eyes. “Now listen.” 

As Y/n rambled on about the potion, Harry lost his attention and began gazing at her again. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. They had only met in the beginning of their 6th year but had grown closer in only the span of a few weeks. He admired how she laughed at his jokes but had also gotten incredibly jealous when other boys flirted with her. 

He was a bit protective. Ron and Hermione had grown suspicious when Harry always tried start a conversation and avert Y/n’s attention from the person trying to flirt with her to him. They hung out all the time but she was stern as usual over school. That’s probably why Hermione and her became close too.

“Harry Potter!” Y/n shrieked. “Stop thinking about Ginny and please listen!” 

“Wait what?” Harry snapped out of his stare but only because of surprise. She though he liked Ginny? 

“You were thinking about Gin right? You can think about her later. Please you need to pass potions. Now, let’s review what felix felicis is-” 

“I don’t like Ginny,” interrupted Harry. He looked serious.

“I’ve seen the way you look at her. Come on, everyone knows you like her.” Y/n let out a chuckle and lightly hit his arm. 

“I seriously don’t like her. In fact, I have eyes on someone else.” He said in a matter of fact tone. 

“And who is that?” Y/n slyly asked. 

“None of your business.” Harry muttered.

“Okay then, Mr. Loverboy.” Y/n smirked and went back to her usual tutor personality.

And once more, Harry had stopped paying attention and focused onto her face again. It was so hard to listen to stupid potions when her face was right in front of him. He didn’t even know how to explain it. It was just so attractive. His eyes met her lips and he stared the longest at it. Finally, his stare broke apart by force. Y/n was shaking him so violently, Harry almost fell off his chair.

“Goddamnit, Harry. Why are you not listening? What is making you possibly not listen to me?” Y/n sighed as she put her hands on his shoulders and looked him in his green orbs. 

“You,” whispered Harry. 

“What? Didn’t hear you.” Y/n definitely heard him, but she wasn’t exactly sure what he meant.

In the blink of an eye, Y/n felt lips against hers. Harry had leaned in from his chair and kissed her. Her eyes went wide, trying to comprehend that the Harry Potter had kissed her. 

“Oh god. Oh no, I’m so sorry, Y/n. I’m going to leave.” Harry quickly stood up to leave of embarrassment before Y/n could reject him but he was pulled down by the collar of his vest. 

Y/n pulled his body into hers and bashed her lips against his. They both wanted this so badly but the other was always unsure of how their crush felt. Their lips moved to their own rhythm, Harry’s hand snaking to caress Y/n’s cheek. He pushed even further, craving the feeling of her lips, something he had longed for. 

Finally, they both pulled away, panting for air. 

“Should’ve told me sooner, Y/n.” Harry smirked once they had both settled down from the shock. 

“Shut up, you were too scared to admit it anyways.” Y/n playfully ruffled Harry’s hair. “Now that we both got what we wanted, how about we study? For real this time.”

“Can I kiss you one more time?” Harry begged, feeling more bold. 

“Fine.” Y/n squeezed his cheeks and pulled him in as they both kissed once more. As Harry started to go in for me, Y/n pulled away, making Harry whine. 

“Study.” Y/n pointed at the herbology book, something Harry also needed help with. 

Harry placed his head on her shoulder and smiling to himself as her actually was paying attention now that he just kissed the girl he loved.

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For Everything | dracomalfoy x reader

 summary: a fight sparks in malfoy manor since draco’s family never approved of you being his lover. you escape but gravely wounded so draco takes care of you

pairing: dracomalfoy x reader

warnings: blood, wounds

“It’s going to be alright, Y/n.” Draco squeezed your hand as they approached the front door of his manor.

“But I’m a half blood. And they only want pure bloods in their family. Pure bloods.” You said nervously. You and Draco had been dating for over two years now. You both met in the Inquisitorial Squad and had gone closer and closer.

Now there was a wizard of war. Your parents were both dead and you had no where to go, so Draco took you and decided to finally let his parents meet you. It was a bad idea. You knew it was. You were not only a half blood, your family was very well known for helping muggles and muggle borns feel like they belonged. Lucius Malfoy was definitely not going to approve of that.

Thoughts ran through your mind, but they didn’t focus on you. Instead, the spotlight was on your boyfriend. He would be sent harsher punishments by his father and if news leaked out about him having a half blood with him, Voldemort could do the unthinkable to him.

“Draco, this was a bad idea. I can’t do this.” You turned around and started down the porch stairs but a pull on your wrist stopped you.

“No, you are meeting my parents. I don’t care what they think of you. If they don’t like you, I’ll make them like you.” The blonde’s pale hand was stretched out to stop you from leaving. His head was turned.

“But they will do the unthinkable to you if they find out you’re dating someone like me.”

Draco quickly pulled you in and put his hand on your waist. He smashed his lips against yours.

“No one is going to hurt you or me. Trust me on that.” He pulled away and smiled. You couldn’t help but smile back but then brought yourself back to the current situation. He nodded his head as you made the position to knock on the black wooden door.

You knocked thrice and the door opened after a moment. Behind the entrance, stood two figures. The man, you were guessing was Draco’s father, had an unkept beard, scrawny and rough shoulder-length blond hair, and his face showed much stress and overworking. The woman had black hair and a streak of white hair like Draco’s running across the black. Her face was less tense than Lucius’s but she still showed worry.

“Draco.” The man spoke. His eyes flicked from me to his son’s multiple times. The mother stepped up and pulled Draco into a stiff, motherly hug. His hand was still extended to yours, his warmth never leaving.

“Oh, Draco. Where were you? We were so worried.” Draco’s mother’s voice shook.

“Draco.” The man repeated. “Who is this woman?” His voice trailed off in concern and question. His state never leaving you. His cold, grey eyes were so unlike his son’s. It wasn’t comforting at all.

“She’s y/n. Y/n/L/n.” He announced, stepping back from his parents and protectively standing by your side. Lucius’s eyes went slightly wider. Narcissa stepped back in seeming horror.

“She’s harmless. Just because she’s a half blood doesn’t mean she can’t be with me. Please. Mother, father,” pleaded Draco.

“How dare you? How dare you?! You go gone for weeks with so many Aurors chasing the streets. You could’ve exposed us. We were going insane worrying about you. And you decide to bring back this filthy half breed?!” Draco’s father’s voice bellowed across the mansion. It was so cold... so unloving. It was as if he was saying this just so Voldemort wouldn’t give him a harsher punishment.

Draco stepped up and put his arm out, shielding you. Before he started to retort back at his father, a red jet of light flew past you, grazing your hair and hitting the lamp on the ceiling.

Death Eaters suddenly flew into the property with black mist. Lucius had somehow called them, knowing a valuable weapon was in front of them. You had immaculate powers that could put a good duel between you and even Voldemort’s strongest followers. Fortunately, Lucius seemed to had underestimated it.

You whipped your wand out, tightening your grip on Draco’s hand. You both ran out of the manor and into the woods. Death Eaters sped after you. A spark was sent onto your back, causing you to fall into the muddy grass.

“Crucio!” Draco easily shouted the spell that caused the Death Eater to yell out in pain. Draco knelt down to check on you.

“I’m ok. We have to keep running. Can’t we apparate out of here?” You stood up and began to run again while asking the question.

“No, we need to get to a certain spot in the woods so the disapparating charm wears off. Those Death Eaters got here under command of dark magic, not apparating.” Draco panted as he sent another spell at the chasing Death Eaters.

They ran for what seemed like centuries until you were hit. This time much more serious than the other. It was a dark spell. One that wounded you gravely.

“No! Y/n, are you alright?!” Your boyfriend panicked as he caught you from falling and propped you against a log.

“I can’t move.” You winced. You could feel blood seeping through your shirt. The Death Eaters were getting closer. Draco must’ve heard the footsteps too because he swiftly picked you up and carried you while running. You wrapped your arms around his neck while the pain still took over you.

His running picked up pace even though you were added to his weight. And then at once, you felt a similar feeling in your stomach. You closed your eyes and opened them again once the sound of the spells and shouting Death Eaters had stopped.

You looked around. It was sunny and birds were chirping. There was a small cottage on a small hollis.

“Where are we?”

“It’s a-, it’s a cottage that- that.” Draco stuttered. His voice was full of panic. His arms held onto you and pulled you close to him. He was sweating, his eyes flickering from each cut through your body. Your shirt was now soaked in blood. 

“I’m going to be ok, Draco. Can you bring me into that cottage?” Your voice was raspy, your throat was dry. You felt pain all over but looking into your lover’s eyes could comfort you forever. You expected him to carry you over but he apparated into the cottage in an instance. 

Draco carried you over to a couch, his face full of fear. 

“Love. Love.” You repeated, trying to catch his attention. He fumbled around the abandoned area, looking for something to treat you with. 

“Draco.” You sternly said. His head whipped around, stopping all his movements. “Stop. I know how to fix these wounds, my parents taught me.” He nodded coming over to your side and helped you treat the wounds.

➵ ♆

You laid on the comfy bed of the one room in the cottage. Your wounds were almost healed, thanks to a plant that you kept in your bag. Draco was out in the kitchen making dinner, he was quite the cook. 

Pots and pans clanged through the house. You guessed he was still dead worried about you. When he was helping you treat yourself, since he didn’t know how to, his eyes filled to brim with tears. He kept repeating sorry and how it was a stupid decision to bring you to meet his parents. You comforted him and told him you would lie on the bed, while he made dinner. 

You got up from the bed, not wanting to leave it but you wanted to see your boyfriend more. Your back suddenly shot bolts of pain from the sudden change in position but it faded once you took more steps. You reached the kitchen, and saw Draco frantically throwing things into the pot. You stood at the doorway of the kitchen, admiring him. 

“Y/n!” He shouted when he turned around to grab something from the cabinet and saw you. “What are you doing? Get back in bed.” He rushed over to you.

“Haha, Draco I’m ok. Please, you don’t have to worry that much.” You wrapped your arms around his neck, looking at his eyes. They were the same color as his father but it showed much more care and warmth. You leaned in and kissed his soft lips. He kissed back, so relieved you were okay. 

“So now that you’re better, mind helping with dinner?” He chuckled as he pulled away.

“It looks like a crying mess, Dray. I would love to help you.” You smiled and both of you prepared dinner as you both told stories of when you were younger.

➵ ♆

“One hell of a day wasn’t it?” Your boyfriend mumbled as you laid on his chest. You were on the same bed in the same room except with the one you loved most by your side. His hands caressed your chin as both of you gazed up. The ceiling had an opening that was big enough to see the stars shine.. 

“Yes, it was.” You sighed. It was a hell of a day, but he made it all better. “By the way, how did you find this cottage?” You asked. It wasn’t like Draco to live in a place as warm as thing like.

You started to realize how Draco had always been there for you as he rambled on about how he used to go to the cottage every summer. It was him that always comforted you. Him that always came back after an argument. Him that always took care of you and protected you from anyone. You truly loved him. You truly loved Draco Malfoy.

“Thank you, Draco.” You suddenly said, cutting his story on how he almost fell to his death from the cottage roof top.

“For what, darling?” He looked down at you, who was still gazing up.

“For everything.” You answered and snuggled your head onto the crook of his neck. “I love you, Dray.” You murmured. 

The blond smiled at the nickname you used for him. He didn’t say it back, but instead held you closer. It was amazing how you both could communicate without words. You were both meant for each other. 

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So Good | tasm!peter x reader

summary: you go down on peter in the middle of a class

pairing: tasm!peterparker x reader

warnings: smut, oral sex (m & f receive), hair pullin

a/n: wrote my first published smut at 12:08 am. so i hope it doesn’t sound to messy or rushed :D

No matter how much you wanted to pass physics, it was practically impossible. From another person’s perspective, you would look like a passionate student actually trying to learn. But it was very, very hard to since you were sitting next to your boyfriend, Peter Parker.

He was tapping his pen on his notebook, with a hand propping his head. You were looking in front of you, at the professor but couldn’t help glancing at the boy every once in a while. And you couldn’t help glancing at his pants.

You didn’t know why but for some reason you were so horny. So horny you couldn’t focus on whatever the teacher was saying. Peter seemed absolutely oblivious to your hunger but you jumped when he said something.

“I see you glancing at it.” Your boyfriend smirked, still looking straight at the teacher.

“What?” You inquired. You could feel your core getting wetter every second you couldn’t touch it.

“Get on your knees.” Peter commanded in a low tone.

“Peter, we are in a classroo-“

“I don’t care. You can’t seem to focus and I know this stuff already.” He was know looking at you, with the slightest lip bite.

You glanced around to see if anyone was watching. Thank goodness you sat in the very back. After one more cautious look, you sank down below the desk. You were one to tease, but in this instant you couldn’t hold it in. You were so horny, you ripped open Peter’s belt as quietly but as fast as you could.

His huge cock sprung out once you pulled his boxers down. You groaned at the sight and wrapped your hands around the cock. You put on your doe eyes and stared at your boyfriend while stroking his length.

“Fuck, y/n.” He looked down back at you, his mouth agape. He moved his veiny hands, placed on the back of your head, and slowly pushed in. He closed his eyes and quietly moaned at the sinful sensation.

You moved your head faster, not needing his guidance anymore. You were driven by your hunger and greed. Neither you or Peter knew you could go so fast until know, it was the horniest you’ve ever been and could not resist him.

“Jeezus, who knew you could go so fast. You’re such a slut for me aren’t you.” Peter’s raspy voice groaned. You were still surprised no one had noticed you were gone from your seat, let alone the moans coming from both of you.

Those degrading words made you shove the cock into you. Ignoring your gag reflex, you pushed in so you could feel the tip touch the swingy thing on the back of your throat. You moaned and looked at your boyfriend as your tongue made patterns around the penis.

“I’m so close, y/n.” Peter’s words slurred as he closed his eyes and tried to suppress his urge to yell out your name so everyone would know you were his. He buried his head into his hands as you sucked one more time.

“Fuck, y/n. Suck it.” You stroked the dick a few more times.

“I’m almost there! Fuck!!” Peter moaned as his fluids filled your mouth. “Fucking hell, y/n. You’re so good.” He complimented as you moved back to your seat.

Now you’re pussy was wet. It was throbbing so badly. You needed him on you. You needed Peter Parker fucking the life out of your pussy.

“I’m wet.” You whispered as a signal for him to start doing something.

“You’ve been so good, y/n. Don’t worry, I’m going to eat you out until you can’t fucking think.” Peter groaned as it was his turn to sink down the desk.

You felt his warm hands grab your thighs and place them on his shoulder, giving him access to your clothed cunt. He rubbed the core with his fingers, teasing you. It was so clear that you were dripping through your panties. Peter pulled your panties to the side and immediately attacked your clitoris. His tongue flicked so fast, your eyes rolled to the back of your head to the point it couldn’t roll back.

“Fuck, Peter. Lick my cunt, Peter.” You moaned. Listening to those words got Peter to want you even more. His tongue kept sucking while he slid his finger over your folds.

Stop teasing, you begged in your mind. But you knew that if you said that to him, he would just tease you more. Instead, you let out a slutty but quiet moan so that only the boy could hear.

He finally slid the finger into your dripping pussy. You gripped the sides of your chair while trying to be discreet about the bolts and bolts of pleasure you were feeling. You instinctively started to grind on his digits as he put in his second finger.

“Peter, go faster.” You panted. He went faster. His fingers were going in and out so fast that you couldn’t process what was going on.

“I’m so close.” You whimpered. The surge of electricity flowed through you. Your boyfriend thrust in and out while his talented tongue somehow kept snaking around your clit. You were almost out of energy, but somehow Peter was going faster and faster.

You were at your peak. Peter felt your walls close so he gave it his best to make sure you had the best and fastest fuck you’ve ever had.

“Peter! Peter, oh my god! Yes!” Your hips bucked as you finished all over him. God, he was so good at this.

Smirking, Parker discreetly moved back into his chair as he licked the juices off his fingers.

“Such a greedy whore.” He whispered into your ear