#Enzo berkshire imagine

[nottslove]

SOFT SEX WITH LORENZO AFTER YOU SAY THE SAFE WORD WHEN HE WAS OVERSTIMULATING YOU

HE loves getting rough with you, having you underneath him, all splayed out on the bed, mouth between your thighs as he leaves hickeys all over your delicate skin...

He laps and your cunt like a man starved, teeth grazing your clit over and over, drawing out your pleasure. Your legs spread wide, held apart by his large hands, he's pressing his tongue in and out of you at an alarming pace, surprising you by occasionally pressing a sudden slap to your cunt.

"Jus' one more, I know you can do it, Baby," he keeps saying, too many times for you to count, as he feasts on your pussy, occasionally stuffing his fingers into your pretty little hole and curling them to get you to cum for him one more time.

And finally, when you're sobbing and begging him to stop, you can't take any more as you finally utter your safe word.

And then he's all over you, telling you how good you were for him, telling you what a good girl you are, how pretty you look, peppering sweet kisses all over your face and neck as he gently eases his cock into you, inch by inch.

You cry out in pleasure, arching your back, still whimpering about how sensitive you are, how you can't take another orgasm, but when he's finally inside you, and the tip of his dick is pressed against that delicious little spot, your protests die on your lips.

He's so, so gentle with you, hands touching you like you're made of glass as he gently begins to move, setting a slow, easy pace.

The room fills with moans and groans as he continues pleasuring you, praising you, focusing more on your pleasure than on his own.

And when you finally cum for him one last time, he doesn't pull out, he stays like that for a while, having you on his dick as he caresses you, still pressing little kisses all over your body.

"Such a good girl f'me, so fuckin' pretty— did so well for me angel..."

Those are the words you hear before you drift off to sleep.

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[lenoraslament]

Slytherin Boys React: Lust potion

You accidentally took a lust potion and you’re desperate for some relief.

Which of your guy friends do you turn to?

Warning: 18 + only, Minors DNI, PIV, oral (female receiving), fingering, drugging (the lust potion), smut with no plot

Please send me requests on my page! My dirty mind is vast but I don’t want to run out of ideas

Mattheo Riddle

You have to wait for him to stop laughing. His giant grin is enough to make you burn with embarrassment if other parts of you weren’t burning enough already. Your writhe and whimper as you sit on his bed.

Mattheo gives you a devilish grin, “I���m flattered” he says in a low voice. When he notices you are actually uncomfortably shifting, he tips up your chin.

“Let me help you out beautiful,” he is still grinning as he shoves you back on the bed pulling down your panties as he holds your hips down. When you feel his tongue on your center, your eyes nearly roll back. He flicks your clit over and over his tongue rolling it until you feel relief and pleasure flood your body.

“Better?”

You nod, tears nearly flooding your eyes because it feels so damn good. His fingers dig into your hips, his mouth ravaging your swollen pussy.

“Thank you,” your words are shaky as the effects of the potion start to calm.

“Hey, what are friends for?” He asks as his tongue traces lazy circles through the slick.

Theodore Nott

“You…I don’t understand,” Theo says, you had pulled him down the hall to tell him. His eyes trail down your body as you explain to your friend that you accidentally took the lust potion.

He doesn’t smile or laugh, he only pushed you into the nearest broom closet. His mouth hovering over yours, “is this what you need?” Theo asks in husky voice.

A whimpered response from you and his lips are crashing down. His fingers push aside your panties as he feels your pussy already dripping with need.

“Mmmm”he hums approval as you stutter and gasp, fluttering your eyelashes as he plunges his fingers inside you. Fingers curling up, brushing against your ache.

“There you go….” He praises you as you clench down, your body thrumming so hard as the potion and his fingers rip multiple orgasms out of your body.

Lorenzo Berkshire

Enzo is the most sympathetic. As you talk, your poor heated body is trembling. He nods softly. Enzo waits for you to stop talking, and starts undressing quickly. You’re shocked and can only watch him with lust as he leans back resting on the headboard of his bed, cock completely hard.

“Use me as you need to” he says happily. You crawl over to him on the bed sheepishly as he gives you an arrogant smirk. His hands pull your thighs as you straddle him, his face quickly burying into your breasts. When you sink down he gives you the biggest grin, his mouth half open with a groan.

You buck eagerly as he kneads your ass, his mouth biting at your sensitive nipples.

“You can use me like this anytime you want,” he says with chuckle and you smack his arm laughing. Your lips crash together and he pushes you on your back so he can continue to ‘help’ you.

Draco Malfoy

Draco is cocky. “You came to the right person darling,” he says with a smirk. His voice is low and soft, “I will give you, just want you need”.

You roll your eyes but he doesn’t mind, he’s already eyeing your writhing hips, nearly swollen breasts.

“Out” he says to his roommate, who protests but he flicks he pushes them out and flicks his wand shutting the door. His hand plunges in the back of your hair, “open your mouth darling” he murmurs. This dominant side of Draco, is something you’ve never seen before in your friend . It turns you on so much you’re nearly moaning in pain as his tongue explores your mouth.

His lips drag across your neck, his face nuzzling your breasts. When he bites your thighs, you’re nearly hysterical .

“Hurry Malfoy please,” you whimper and keen your hips forward. Draco’s tongue dips in as he shoves your panties aside, licking long, heavy stripes. Your hands plunge in his hair and he lets you ride his face. Your legs, useless and spread as you cry out his name. Which is exactly what he wants to hear.

Blaise Zabini

“Stupid,” he laughed, “how the hell did you accidentally take a lust potion” Blaise shakes his head at you.

“Don’t laugh, someone slipped it to me as a prank,” you shudder as your body makes you writhe in your seat. Blaise observes your sweaty, flushed cheeks, the uncomfortable whimpers you let out and he is angry. He wants to know who, so he can kick their ass.

You reach forward and grab his cheek with one hand. “I need your help in another way” you whisper.

“Oh” Blaise says as a slow smile reaches his lips. Minutes later your ass lingers on the porcelain edge of the sink. He hovers you above it, lips nuzzling your neck as he shoves himself inside of your muttering curses.

“Oh fuck Y/N, you’re so wet for me,” his teeth graze a spot on your collarbone and licks it. When he sees your eyes roll back, he moans and feels you clench around him.

“Maybe I should thank whoever pranked you,” he teases.

Tom Riddle

“You poor thing,” Tom says half heartedly as he doesn’t look up from his book, “but Y/N, surely you must know there is no antidote you’ll simply have to wait it out”.

He licks his finger and turns another page. The sight of his tongue making you feral in the middle of the library.

“Riddle” you say in a tight voice, “Tom…” you say in a breathy tone.

His eyes snap up to you as he raises his eyebrow at your pleading eyes.

“I need you to help me” your eyes flick down to his lips and then lower. Tom shuts his book and sighs placing it on the table as he drags you through the rows of towering bookshelves.

Your face nearly smushes against a potions book as he pulls up your skirt. After the sharp zip of his pants you feel him glide against you from behind. A loud moan escaping your lips. He clamps his hand over your mouth as he pushes in. The relief floods you endlessly as he thrusts into you over and over.

“You owe me” he mutters in your ear as he picks up the pace and fucks you into oblivion.

[deadsnakey]

✩𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃✩ ✩𝐒𝐋𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒✩

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 —> 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐎 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄, 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐓 & 𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐙𝐎 𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐊𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐄.

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐈𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑...𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐍?

—> FLUFF, MAYBE A LITTLE ANGSTY, A LITTLE SUGGESTIVE POSSIBLY, THREE HUGE IDIOTS WHO ARE MAJOR FUCK BOYS WITH MAJOR FUCK BOY MINDSETS.

MATTHEO RIDDLE

✩ it took him so long to start remembering that your touches aren't always to rile him up or for sex.

✩ like, deadass probably took him like three months before he started naturally not automatically thinking you wanna get clapped by him.

✩ when y'all first started dating? Omgggg you couldn't even hold his hand for longer then 10 minutes (on a good day) without him getting inappropriately handy with you.

✩ like???? We're in class???wtf??😭

✩ then you'd tell him you just wanted to feel him and show him your affection and he's like ???

✩ sooo...we still fuckin Orr???😭💀

✩ please be patient with him!! He's trying, for you.

✩ it literally doesn't matter how innocent or small the affection is or If it's in public or not he'll immediately think you want him deep inside you.

✩ but!!!! Like I said he gets better you just have to be patient and constantly reassure him politely that it's not in a freaky way !!

✩ and that you just want give him love because you're head over heels with him!!!

✩ Clingiest mf anytime anywhere

THEODORE NOTT

✩ he probably was a little better with it, also considering he fucks the least out of the three I feel like.

✩ so maybe a month and a half to not automatically think you wanna get ruined by him by innocent touching and affection.

✩ like, at first he'll think you wanna get some action, then he remembers what you told him countless of times

✩ before tho? Girrlllll immediately smirking and bricked hard in his pants yo!!!

✩ LMAO the confusion on your face was tooooo good girl y'all laugh at it looking back now that he's not like that anymore

✩ but no seriously it wasn't too bad considering enzo

✩ but still pretty bad, once in potions you slowly and gently held his hand under the table and dude got hard immediately and stared holes into yo head yo

✩ but looked at him confused and he raised his eyebrows, smirking and you've never let go of someone's hand so quickly before omg😭

✩ you kinda refused to initiate physical affection for a week maybe two after that

✩ but after lots of talking, he tried to be better but pls dont be mad if he gets bricked!!!

✩ he gets batter and smothering you in love (mostly in private) isn't as chaotic as before.

LORENZO BERKSHIRE

✩ tbh? Like, five months lol.

✩ look, he still gets stuck in his fuck boy mindset sometimes this is nuovo to him be patient.

✩ like I think month four, it got better and only sometimes he thought you had nsfw intentions but then he's like "yo snap out of it she's just giving you a friendly hug."

✩ yeah, I don't think it completely goes away unfortunately, but he definitely gets wayyy better at it and knowing more times then not you just wanna love him up.

✩ but before?? Nahhh don't even TRY to hold his hand let alone in public girl pee yew

✩ a Hand slithers to your thigh and next thing you know he's trying to maul you with hickies right there present timing

✩ like bruhhh I js wanted to hold your hand because I love you!!!! Is that so hard to ask for?💔

✩ but after you talked to him mf was confused as hell like ... You DONT wanna fuck me or vise versa???☹️💔💔💔

✩ like girl no that's not what you were trying to say I fear😭💀

✩ but he does learn eventually to not immediately think sum dirty....now it's after a little too much affection he thinks you want him bad and boy are you in for a ride.

✩ lovesssss touching and being near you, physical affection is def his main love language and it's sweet and nice and peaceful when he's not getting hard or too hansy.

Thank you @slytherin-princess-x for requesting! Hope you enjoy!💗💗

[nottswitch]

— if you’ve been naughty, you get…

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summary: it only takes one right wrong person and one right door to realize why you should stop the habit of changing in your brother’s dorm.

pairing: brother’s bsf!lorenzo berkshire x nott!reader

cw: 18+ smut, brother’s bsf, voyerism, rough p in v, unprotected sex, spanking, choking with a belt, restraining, degrading, cursing

wc: 2.4k

a/n: enzo lovers unite for the filth including the cheekiest shit in the entirety of hogwarts <3

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Over the years of studying at Hogwarts, your older brother’s dorm virtually became your own. At first, Theo was more than simply irritated about you shamelessly occupying his space, because scrunchies and feminine perfume happened to be a major turn-off for the countless girls he usually brought to his bed. But over time, he made peace with the fact that your clothes always ended up mixed with his in the wardrobe, your makeup cluttered his bedside table and your textbooks were shamelessly laid out on his desk. It wasn’t like he could do anything about it, anyway.

There was another person, however, who wasn’t against your presence in the dorm at all – Lorenzo Berkshire, one of Theo’s best friends, his roommate, and the biggest asshole Hogwarts had ever seen.

It was pretty damn hard, knowing what was on his mind most of the time. One day, he would smirk at you and let his eyes shamelessly roam all over your body in a way that made his gaze feel like flaming hot iron. And the next day, he would completely ignore you, not even turning his head to look when you walked into the room, making you question your own sanity – did you offend him? Did you do something that made him deem you unworthy of his attention all of a sudden? The cycle continued, hot, cold, then hot again, very rarely pulling you out, but mostly – in. You knew full well that Theo would obliterate both of you if something ever happened, but this knowledge only made Lorenzo more desirable in your eyes. The more of a dickhead he became, the more you felt drawn to him, as fucked up as you realized it was.

The guys were all out to get some drinks at Three Broomsticks when you decided to use Theo’s dorm as your personal walk-in closet, knowing that it would be free for at least a couple of hours. You were planning to take a look at your Christmas party outfit that you had just bought last weekend – you wanted it to remain a surprise for your roommates, which was why you decided to go to Theo’s in the first place. Standing in front of the mirror, you took off your top first, then you skirt, letting yourself have a little show for your own amusement before putting on anything else.

Lorenzo was confused as to why the door to the dorm was open. He left his wallet on his bedside table and was just about to mutter an ‘Alohomora’ when he noticed the handle slightly turned – it was loose already, so it was pretty easy to see when it wasn’t in the right position. He peeked inside and nearly choked on his own spit – the last thing he expected to see was you in front of the mirror, only your panties barely covering anything on your body, leaving every single inch of exposed skin for his eyes to feast on. He couldn’t, he wouldn’t lie – it was something he imagined plenty of nights, behind the closed curtains of his bed, with his aching dick in his hand.

His eyes followed the bounce of your tits as you twirled around, checking yourself out in the reflection. Immediately, Lorenzo felt his cock twitch in his trousers; it was ridiculous how quickly you could get him harder than a rock even dressed – of course, now that you were almost fully naked, he felt his barely existing self-control fly out of the window. You squeezed your breasts, pushing them together, and it took Lorenzo everything he had in him not to audibly groan and announce his presence earlier than planned.

Unaware of someone’s gaze intently fixed on your body, you finally grabbed the dress you had in mind for the upcoming Christmas party. It was a tiny little Santa’s elf dress, green and so short it was bordering on inappropriate. As you pulled it over your head, you knew Theo would not be pleased when he’d see it – but you didn’t care, you weren’t a child, after all. The sight of the hem of the dress hugging your ass sent Lorenzo’s mind into places he didn’t even know were there yet, and his cock started painfully throbbing, begging to be released from the suddenly tight confines of his clothes. When you bent over, your panties peeking from underneath the dress, he snapped – the sight was too arousing, clouding his mind and better judgment (that he never possessed in the first place).

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. I wonder what Nott’s gonna say about that.”

The squeal you let out at the unexpected familiar voice behind your back could rival horror movies. You quickly turned around, covering your cleavage with your hand – a pretty pointless move, because he’d have seen you at the party anyway.

“Enzo!” you exclaimed, looking him up and down with a frown. Your eyes lingered on his crotch, the dark fabric of his pants visibly strained, and swallowed – just how big– “Wait.”

Realization dawned upon you like a wave of boiling water. He had a very obvious boner, which meant… It couldn’t have, right? You hesitantly looked up at his face, and his widening smirk told you everything you dreaded – or were excited – to know.

“Wait what?” Lorenzo teased, taking a few slow, lazy steps towards you. It was completely intentional – no matter how much he craved your closeness at the moment, he couldn’t have let you have the upper hand in this situation.

“You know what I mean,” you grumbled, trying to ignore the heat in your belly that his shameless arousal was starting to elicit. “Have you…?”

“Yeah,” he admitted, not a hint of embarrassment in his voice. His eyes traveled up and down, as if he was trying to mentally undress you with the power of his mind. “A slutty little thing you are. Who would’ve thought, huh?”

“Oh, piss off.” You scowled at him, one of your hands desperately trying to pull down the hem of your dress; there was no way you could do it due to its length being so damn short. “You have ten seconds to leave,” you added, raising an eyebrow in an attempt at defiance. You didn’t want him to, but there was no way you could let him know that – he was getting too cocky already, if that was even possible – his arrogance knew no bounds at the best of times, and now was definitely not one of those.

Lorenzo just chuckled, taking another step closer until he was almost flush against your front.

“Come on, sweetie. You don’t really want me to leave, do you?” he cooed, his tone as mocking as it always was when he thought he could see right through you. To be fair, he could, at least right at this moment – your own state of desire was written all over your face, despite you trying to hide it to the best of your ability.

Your breath got caught in your throat as you felt his hand on yours, gripping your wrist and moving it away from your cleavage.

“Now, show me those pretty tits of yours,” he murmured, his tongue darting out to lick along his bottom lip as his eyes fell on your tits, hugged by the dress in a way that nearly made his cock burst out of his trousers.

“Shut up,” you retorted, but made no move to cover yourself again, silently enjoying the hunger etched into his expression, mixing with the teasing confidence he consistently sported.

“Yeah? Wanna make me?” Lorenzo taunted, glancing up at you with the look that told you he didn’t really believe you could. Taking it up as a challenge, you gathered your courage – it wasn’t something you’d ever have expected yourself to do, yet had been craving for as long as you remembered knowing him – and pulled him in by the lapels of his shirt, crashing your lips together.

The kiss was as messy as it was desperate, Lorenzo’s hands immediately going up to grab your face, squishing your cheeks without a hint of tenderness in his touch – it was all fervor and passion. He urgently walked you back until your lower back hit the edge of the desk, making you hiss into his mouth. He pulled away for a moment, raising an eyebrow at the sudden sound, a smirk tugging at his now-swollen, kiss-bruised lip.

“You’re so damn sensitive,” he drawled, his tongue briefly rolling against the inside of his cheek. “Wonder what kinda different sounds you can make, sweet thing.”

You rolled your eyes at the cheesy, mocking nickname, tugging at his shirt to press your lips together again – he was much more bearable when he shut up for a second. You felt him chuckle into your mouth, the sound as annoying as it was a huge turn-on.

“Theo’s gonna find out,” you whispered, your words cut off by a moan stretching out your throat when you felt his lips moving down to your neck, a wet trail dripping down your skin from his tongue.

“Yeah? And who’s gonna tell him? You?” Lorenzo asked with a scoff, not leaving the crook of your shoulder.

“What if I do?”

Lorenzo shook his head, finally lifting his head up to look into your eyes, noticing that gleam of defiance he hated and loved at the same time.

“You’re gonna tell him, really?”

His words were accompanied by him turning you around in one swift movement, fully pressing you against the desk. You let out a high-pitched moan when you felt his throbbing cock against your ass, his hips bucking forward to provide himself with the friction he needed to relieve the buzzing ache.

“Gonna tell your brother how I fucked you in this slutty dress?” Another taunt, and you knew he was right – you’d have to be completely out of your mind to say a single word to Theo about what was happening and what was inevitably about to happen in a minute or two.

Your silence was telling, making Lorenzo chuckle again. “Thought so,” he murmured, his hands deftly unbuckling his belt – he didn’t have much time until the others would notice his prolonged absence, and he wasn’t about to let the opportunity to make a mess of you go to waste.

“Berkshire, you’re a fucking–”

Once again, you were cut off, but this time almost literally – the leather of Lorenzo’s belt pressed against your throat, making you stutter and let out a strangled gasp as you felt the air being stuffed inside and pushed out at the same time, stuck in your chest.

“’Boutta say something, love?” he whispered into your ear, his tongue tracing the shell of it and making the skin – and your pussy – tingle. You shook your head – what could you even possibly say when his belt was firmly wrapped around your neck, making your mind dizzy both from desire and the lack of oxygen.

“Right, keep it that way.”

The urge to punch him in the face was strong, but stronger was the thrust which he entered you with. Your moan was strangled, quieter than it could’ve been, but it only seemed to please Lorenzo, evident by the way his belt tightened around your throat. His hand held onto its edges, keeping your upper body from falling onto the desk, while his other hand collected your wrists into his grasp, pressing them against your lower back. You couldn’t move in this position, but it wasn’t like you wanted to – his pace was steady and pretty rough, hitting all the right spots to drive you completely insane. A thought went through your mind: you’d imagined him being big so many times, yet the real thing was so much better than anything your brain could conjure up.

As if sensing your inner turmoil – or the lack of it, since you had a rather one track mind at the moment – Enzo briefly let go of your wrists to land a smack against your ass, the skirt of your dress rippling at the impact. You gasped again, the sting sending a lightning strike straight into your gut, making the dickhead smirk in utter self-satisfaction.

“Such a greedy little elf,” he cooed, clearly making a jab at your outfit. Your now free hand pushed back, trying to smack his forearm in response, but only the tips of your nails could reach it. Lorenzo barked out a laugh, amused by your helplessness even while being balls deep inside of you.

“Santa’s little helper,” he continued, smacking your asscheek again before gathering your naughty wrists in his hold once more, pressing them even further against your back. “You sure seem to be doing a good job at helping, sweetie.”

“I wanna… kill you…” you muttered through gritted teeth, somehow managing to croak out sounds despite the pressure of the belt still on your throat. Your eyes rolled back immediately after as Enzo snapped his hips to yours in an especially brutal thrust, the sound echoing through the entire dorm.

“If that’s ‘wanting to kill me’,” he mockingly copied your tone, “I wonder what ‘loving’ feels like.”

“Never gonna know,” you quipped, your hands clenching around the wrist holding them down. Your answer only made him scoff, his pace increasing, as if to punish you for what you had just dared to say.

“Never gonna need to,” he responded a bit breathlessly, making a part of your brain spark up at the fact that he was losing his cocky demeanor, even if just for a second, even if the only indication was a hitch of his breath.

You didn’t catch the exact moment your peak approached – you were unable to follow the pacing of time even if you really tried. The only thing you felt was Lorenzo’s cock twitching between your walls, bringing you right over the edge. Your lips parted in a needy, hoarse moan as your orgasm brought you higher than the sky itself, and Enzo pulled out, his hand sliding off your wrists to hastily stroke his cock and spill all over the hem and back of your dress. As his grip on the belt loosened, you could turn your spinning head to notice the green fabric covered in dark stains, already seeping through and onto your skin.

“What the fuck, Berkshire?!” you exclaimed, your voice raspy from the oxygen rapidly flowing into your previously restrained airways, making you cough a bit. “That’s a new dress, you asshole!”

“What can I say, sweetie…” His hand landed on your ass with one last smack, lighter than the previous ones. “Gotta do some laundry now. Nothing a slutty little Santa’s helper can’t handle.”

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Jealous

Enzo gets jealous and tries to keep his cool. Inspired by this song. Fluff, enzo being his usual cheeky shit, bold reader. The usual swearing warning.

A/n: This is dedicated to my wifey @amongemeraldclouds i love you so much enjoy!!! It's not birthday related but it is a present for you my love 🤍🫂🎉 although I had it proofread I'm still 4 mimosas deep so hopefully its okay!!! divider from here

In the cool shade of the transfiguration courtyard, Lorenzo sat tucked amongst the bustle of his friends, taking in the familiar whiffs of their morning smoke and the sweet dew dripping down from surrounding leaves. His body reclined in relaxation, his legs spread, oozing with a confident manner as if nothing could irk his contentment.

His face rests carefree with a casual smirk, listening to the spurts of nonsense his friends ramble on about. He adds in his two cents here and there, his eyes shifting around the scenery of the courtyard, amused by the tight-knit group of Slytherins that had become his best mates. Regardless of how stupid the debate was, spending time in the company of them was his favourite pastime before the long drone of classes began.

Suddenly his ears perk like a radio signal, tuning in on the captivating sound of your distinctive laugh. His body tenses, sitting up with alert reflexes. His eyes narrow, probing the area for his target. You, laughing? Without him in sight, unheard of. He wouldn't stand for someone else making you laugh. You were his girl. Well, unofficially, but he knew, and he was certain you did too. Despite the division of you being sorted into Ravenclaw, Lorenzo had continued to keep contact, your relationship stronger than some house separation. You were the one exception outside of his friends of snakes- an honour, really, for Lorenzo Berskhire only had the best.

His brow creases with a sharp frown, finding you encircled by a few of the Ravenclaw quidditch team players with none other than that wicked, impudent expression on your face. He watches how you interact flirtatiously, having the audacity to do so, while his jersey sits possessively on your shoulders. Little minx. His gaze doesn't cease, staring with an intensity that could burn through your skull and yet you don't notice him.

The earlier conversation with his friends blurs and a deep scowl morphing in a way that didn’t suit his pretty face. He stands, his body seething with jealous adrenaline, determined to weasel his way over into the conversation if you were to blatantly ignore him. You were relentless, cheeky and outgoing. You always liked to push his buttons in ways that left him strung up on how you really felt. His feet move on their own accord, striding towards you with a composed swagger, reigning in his temper with a deep discipline, approaching with a fake warmness only you'd spot.

“Hey fellas, how we doin over here?” Subtle bitterness slithers in his words, under the playful demeanour he presents, his grin friendly to the group, like a wolf in sheep's clothing. Making himself at home, outstretching his arms around you and the nearest guy standing deathly too close to what's his. He tenderly caresses your skin with a hint of possessiveness, while his fingers dig into the guy's shoulder with an unrelenting force that makes the guy's muscles twitch painfully. “Keepin my girl company, huh?” 

“Your girl?” A chorus of confusion arises from the group, the guy under Lorenzo's grip now desperately trying to escape his hold at the new revelation. Ending up on the wrong side of Berkshire is certainly not a fate he wishes to fulfill.

You just laugh, doing nothing to deny being called his, reaching up and ruffling Enzo's hair in a loving manner. “Play nice, Enz. We’re just having a chat.”

He gives you an innocent smirk, though his eyes hold little amusement for the situation, an icy vehemence that would send shivers down a Hungarian horntail's back. "What? I'm always nice y/n."

Meeting his eyes, you can only smile, amused by his sarcasm, fighting back the eye roll.  Sensing his emotions heightening with every second you linger around the other guys, you finally excuse yourself, allowing him to steer you away with eager dominance. He covers his initial jealousy, cracking a wide grin down at you, his arm bringing you closer to his side, walking indoors to the castle, leaving the others standing dumbfounded.

“You just love to test me, don’t you, pretty girl?” His eyes glisten with tease, tapping his fingers on your shoulder, making sure you can’t escape his embrace. He loves it when you let him hold you, even if not as intimately as he would like. He’ll take what he can get with you. 

You laugh, bumping his hip, “Oh please, I was just saying hi to my house athletes. All friendly play here.” 

He snorts, flicking your head with a finger, “I’m the only athlete you should get friendly with.” He presses a kiss to your temple afterward, but really only so he can whisper in your ear. “Wearing my fuckin jersey and all.” 

“Oh, don’t be jealous Enzo,” You playfully brush off his unsatisfactory attitude with a cheeky grin, eyes sparkling with delight and mischief.

“Jealous?” He huffs, a dry chuckle. Stopping in his tracks, he tugs you abruptly into the nearest crevice, looming down on you with disbelief. “What's there to be jealous of?” His tone comes across feigning confusion and nonchalance, trying to keep his cool. His eyes study yours, while subtly trying to gauge what you're thinking. 

Despite his significant height and build that would reduce someone to nothing, you feel no form of intimidation craning your neck up to peer at him with more interest, bearing another amused smile. "You really think I’m that oblivious?” When he offers no response, you jab at his chest with slight aggression, stifling a laugh. “You do! You absolutely do!” 

He looks at you with real puzzlement, now scratching the back of his neck. “You’re fucking playing with me, aren't you?” His eyes narrow at what he thinks is a joke, a game, another moment where you leave him flustered and his jaw on the floor. 

Studying his expression, the deep frown of his brow like a confused puppy, you note the suspicion in his eyes. “I like you when you're jealous. Means something you value is being threatened. Though you're not one to threaten easily, are you, Enzo? " It's hard to stop smiling when you're around him. The way the two of you bicker and banter with one another, and right now, it's impossible not to tease him. "You really like me, don’t you?"

The surrounding air slows, his throat constricting like a hose with a coil in it, his gaze doesn't shift from the cute cocky grin on your face. Fuck fuck fuck. Be cool. Be fuckin cool. A smirk graces his face and he taps your nose. “Course I like you sweetheart, you're my best friend.” 

As if a dark cloud conjured suddenly hid all the joy, your once playful expression drops, and a fury resembling deep offense overcasts it. An attitude spits out with flicks of venom, reminding him instantly how powerful you'd be as a Slytherin. “Did you just try to fucking friend zone me? Lorenzo Berkshire! Take that back right now or I swear-"

“Oh shit fuck! Y/n I’m kidding alright!” He grabs your wrist as you continue aggressively poking his chest with a powerful force for such a small thing. “Calm yourself, women.” He mutters before grabbing your other hand and stopping another attempted assault from you, pinning them against the wall above your head. 

“Merlin, you're a firecracker.” He comments, but it lands more like a compliment. He takes the moment with you defenseless to appreciate your beauty. The anger simmers, taken back by the sudden submissive hold he traps you in, eyes widening with calming breaths. His forehead presses onto yours with an intimate touch that makes your heart pound- vulnerable for once. He notices the fire beginning to light in your eyes, filled with yearning and desire. “I do like you, a fuck ton.” He drops one hand and taps your chin, “You’re my girl ain’t you?” 

His smile is sweet and genuine and it melts all remaining anger away as he admits honestly that you're his. A sheepish laugh leaves you, and the two of you lock eyes, his lashes brushing featherlike against your nose in his bending position. His breath tickles along the ridges of your lips, and you lick them, finally mirroring his expression. "why don’t you kiss me like I am then?” 

Enzo doesn’t need to be told twice. His lips capture yours without hesitation, the fullness of his eager lips slide perfectly, overlapping with yours. It’s soft and sweet, but there’s urgency and longing unravelling throughout the kiss. He releases his grasp on your hands, cupping your jaw and threading his hands into your hair. As though he’s afraid that this moment is a dream that will crumble if he lets go. 

His lips are everything you imagined, like a warm and inviting hug. The moment comes as naturally as a morning sunrise, like a river flowing carefree down a bank, or how two cats rub their heads together affectionately purring with love. It's natural, like everything that is between the two of you. It's like home. His tongue pushes with a fiery demand, greedily searching for more now that you're finally giving him some certainty on your feelings. His mind is a mess with a clouded blur, he pushes you further into the dark corner as his lips continue to overlap with an exceeding ravenous passion. 

You pull back, stopping him from losing himself completely, and grin breathlessly, brushing your nose along Enzo's, who hasn't pulled away fully. His eyes remain closed, his lips a plush red, and he bites down hard, containing the verbal protest of wanting to stay close to you. 

“Pretty good Berkshire.” 

His own sinful train of thought is stopped in its tracks as you bring him back to reality with your cheeky jab, and he chuckles a breathless laugh. “Pretty good?” His voice a little hoarse and husky, his eyes finally fluttering open clearly still affected by your touch. “Please, I’ve made you starstruck. Look at those rosy cheeks.” He counteracts arrogantly, rubbing the apples of your cheek with his thumb. He speaks with confidence and with no room for argument. “I’m a damn good kisser, y/n.” 

“Yeah aight, I’ll give you a good rating in the quibbler.” 

He laughs, kissing your forehead with a fondness despite his next words. “You're such a little shit, like I’d read that junk.” He retreats back, admiring how your eyes shine with impish intent, tempting him. He wants to kiss you again and again till you're blue in the face, panting and gasping for air, your mind needy with desperation for him and only him. “Though maybe you’d be interested in testing out a few other things to add to your review?” His eyes gleam with sexual intention, a smug smirk gracing his face, making it difficult for you to refuse. 

“Oh yeah? I'd like to se..-" The words die off when a high-pitched mewl echoes through the halls and a blur of black fur grabs your attention. You quickly recognizethe fluff ball as your cat. "Oh shit! is that ken?" The cat scampers past the two of you with frightened, wide eyes before fang bounds past as well, chasing close on his tail. Without hesitation, you step out of Enzo's embrace, chasing afterwards to rescue your favourite feline.

Enzo turns in confusion at the quickness you ditch him for your pet, watching you disappear down the hall. He drags his hand across his face in irritation, finally choosing to follow, muttering to himself. “You got me out here chasing the wrong kind of pussy.”  

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synopsis: lorenzo flirts with everyone but you, and it’s fine—really, it is. you’re not jealous. not even a little. but when you start ignoring him, he starts unravelling—seeking you out, lingering in doorways, watching you like you’re the only person who matters. turns out, he was never really interested in them. it was always you content warnings: angst with a happy ending, mutual pining, jealousy, lorenzo being an oblivious idiot, reader pretending they don’t care (they do), enzo absolutely losing his mind when you ignore him

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The Great Hall buzzed with its usual morning chaos. Students laughed, chatted, and passed platters of toast and eggs. Amid the noise, your eyes were fixed on Lorenzo Berkshire who seemed to have made flirting his full-time hobby.

You hated it.

It wasn’t that Lorenzo was a bad person. Quite the opposite—he was charming, intelligent, and disarmingly kind when he wanted to be. But his relentless flirting with every single person in sight—except you—was enough to make your blood boil. Today’s unfortunate recipient of his charm was Marietta Edgecombe, who giggled behind her hand like he’d just told the most ground-breaking joke in wizarding history. Yesterday, it had been a Gryffindor prefect. The day before that, a Hufflepuff.

And every single time, he ignored you.

You stabbed at your eggs with unnecessary vigour, the fork scraping against your plate as you watched him lean closer to Marietta.

Your fork scraped against your plate, the grating sound earning a side-eye from Hermione across the table.

“Everything all right, honey?” she asked, her tone both concerned and suspicious.

“Fine,” you replied curtly, stabbing at your eggs with unnecessary force.

“Doesn’t look fine,” Ron piped up, his mouth half-full of toast. “Looks like you’re about to duel someone.”

“I’m not,” you snapped, earning a raised eyebrow from Hermione.

Ron followed your gaze straight to Lorenzo. His eyes widened, and he let out a low whistle. “Oh. It’s him.”

“Shut up, Ron,” you muttered, cheeks heating.

But Hermione wasn’t letting it go. “What did Lorenzo do this time?”

“He exists,” you grumbled, but Ron caught the flicker of irritation in your tone and snorted.

“Merlin, I knew you had a thing for Berkshire.”

“Excuse me?!”

“You’re always talking about him,” Ron said with a smirk. “Every other sentence is about how annoying he is.”

“Yeah, because he is annoying,” you snapped, your voice rising slightly. Hermione gave you a warning look, and you lowered your voice. “All that smirking and winking and pretending like the world revolves around him.”

“You don’t think it does?” Hermione teased lightly, and you gave her a betrayed look.

“Not you, too,” you muttered, slouching back in your chair.

Ron barked out a laugh, nearly choking on his pumpkin juice. “You’re jealous.”

“I am not!”

“Oh, darling, you absolutely are,” Pansy Parkinson drawled as she slid into the seat next to you, clearly having overheard. She plucked a piece of fruit off your plate and popped it into her mouth, her dark eyes glinting with amusement.

“Pansy, I didn’t invite your opinion.”

“And yet, here it is.” She leaned closer, her voice a conspiratorial whisper. “If you want my advice—”

“I don’t.”

“—you should just tell him how you feel.”

“Absolutely not,” you said firmly. “Especially not when he spends all his time flirting with every person in this castle but me.”

Pansy tilted her head, feigning thoughtfulness. “Maybe he’s saving the best for last.”

Hermione snorted. “Or maybe he’s just an idiot.”

“Both things can be true,” Ron chimed in, earning a glare from you.

“Berkshire flirts with everyone. Daphne, Marietta, the ghost of the Bloody Baron, probably.”

Pansy snorted. “Don’t be dramatic. But you’re not wrong. He’s insufferable.”

You laughed, but it felt forced. “Insufferable, but effective,” you said, glancing down the table to Lorenzo who was currently leaning toward Marietta's friend with that easy grin of his, murmuring something that made her blush furiously.

“Disgusting,” Pansy muttered, flicking a piece of bread crust in Lorenzo’s direction.

You didn’t say anything, just turned back to your plate with an exaggerated yawn, pretending you didn’t care. Because you didn’t. Obviously.

Later that day, you found yourself paired with Hermione in Potions. While you normally enjoyed your lively banter with Blaise or Pansy during class, Hermione's determined focus was a stark contrast to your usual carefree demeanour.

"Pass the powdered asphodel, would you?" Hermione asked, not looking up from her cauldron.

You obliged, handing her the jar. "So, Granger, tell me—does Berkshire flirt with you, too, or is it just the rest of the female population at this school?"

Hermione blinked, taken aback. "What?"

You smirked, stirring your potion lazily. "You heard me. Has he tried his infamous charm on you yet?"

Hermione frowned, glancing toward Lorenzo, who was seated a few tables away. "He’s charming, I suppose, and he did try to flirt with me once but I’m not exactly his type."

You scoffed. "Please. His 'type' is anyone with a pulse."

Hermione gave you a knowing look. "You’re awfully fixated on him for someone who claims not to care."

Your smirk faltered, but only for a fraction of a second. "He’s hard to miss, that’s all. Like a particularly obnoxious peacock."

"Right," Hermione said, her tone laced with amusement.

You didn’t think much of it until later that evening when you walked into the common room and found Lorenzo lounging on the sofa, a book in his hands. For once, he wasn’t surrounded by adoring fans or batting his lashes at some poor, unsuspecting girl.

“Berkshire,” you greeted, your voice light.

“Darling,” he replied without looking up, the corner of his mouth twitching into a smile.

You rolled your eyes but plopped into the armchair across from him anyway. “No damsels to charm tonight? What, did you finally run out of compliments?”

He closed his book, resting it on his lap as he fixed you with that infuriatingly smug grin. “Jealous, are we?”

You laughed, sharp and unbothered. “Of what? Watching you recycle the same three pickup lines on every girl in Hogwarts? Hardly.”

Something flickered in his eyes, but he recovered quickly, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. “You’re unusually feisty tonight, sweetheart. Are you sure you’re not jealous?”

You scoffed, crossing your legs and leaning back in your chair. “Please. If anything, I pity them. They don’t realize how fleeting your attention is.”

His smirk softened into something more contemplative. “And you do?”

“Of course,” you replied smoothly, not missing a beat. “You’re predictable, Berkshire. And tragically obvious.”

He laughed, low and genuine. “You’re incredible, you know that?”

“And you’re insufferable,” you shot back, standing and brushing imaginary dust off your skirt. “But thanks for the chat. It’s always a pleasure.”

You didn’t wait for his response, walking away with your head held high.

The following days, you avoided him—not because you cared, of course, but because you were busy. And if you happened to leave the Great Hall as soon as he entered, or take the long way to class to avoid passing him in the corridor, well, that was purely coincidence. Pansy noticed, of course, and wouldn’t stop teasing you about it.

“Don’t look now,” she whispered one morning, “but your favorite flirt is looking this way.”

You didn’t glance up from your plate. “Let him look.”

But when you passed Lorenzo in the corridor later that day, you felt his gaze linger, his usual confident smirk absent.

The next time you saw Lorenzo was in the common room, where you were reading your book.

“Stalking me now?” you asked, trying to sound annoyed.

“Are you avoiding me?” he asked, stepping towards you.

“Why would I be avoiding you?”

“I don’t know,” he said, crouching so he was at eye level with you. “But I can’t help noticing you’ve been scarce lately.”

“Maybe I’ve just been busy,” you said lightly, turning a page even though you weren’t reading.

“Or maybe you’re upset about something,” he countered, his tone softer now.

You sighed, snapping your book shut. “Why would I be upset?”

“That’s what I’m trying to figure out,” he said, his voice quieter now. “Did I do something?”

You hesitated, the words bubbling up before you could stop them. “You’re- you're everywhere, Enzo. Always flirting, always making people feel special, and then...” You trailed off, not sure how to finish.

“And then?” he prompted, his brows drawing together.

“And then nothing,” you said, shaking your head. “Forget it.”

But he didn’t.

He reached out, his hand brushing yours. “I flirt with everyone because it’s easy,” he admitted, his voice raw. “It’s a game. A distraction. But with you... it’s different.”

You looked at him, startled. “What are you talking about?”

He exhaled, running a hand through his hair. “I didn’t flirt with you because I was terrified. Terrified you’d see right through me. Terrified you wouldn’t care.”

Your heart ached at the vulnerability in his voice.

“Enzo,” you began, but he cut you off.

“No, let me finish,” he said. “You’re the most brilliant, infuriating, impossible person I’ve ever met. And I didn’t know how to handle that. So I flirted with everyone else, hoping it would distract me from wanting you.”

“I know I’ve been an idiot,” he admitted, his voice low. “And I know I’ve hurt you.”

Your heart twisted. “Then why did you do it?”

He sighed, raking a hand through his hair. “Because I thought I didn’t stand a chance with you. And I figured... if I couldn’t have you, at least I could distract myself.”

You stared at him, the weight of his words sinking in. “You’re an idiot,” you said finally, your voice trembling.

“I know,” he said, his lips quirking into a small, self-deprecating smile. “But I’m your idiot. If you’ll have me.”

For a moment, you said nothing, your emotions warring within you. Then, before you could second-guess yourself, you closed the distance between you, your hands tangling in his robes as you kissed him.

Lorenzo froze, clearly stunned, before his arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer. When you finally pulled away, his forehead rested against yours, his breath warm against your skin.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “For everything.”

“You’d better be,” you murmured, a small smile tugging at your lips.

He smiled, tentative and hopeful. “Does that mean you forgive me?”

“Maybe,” you said, tilting your head. “If you promise to stop flirting with every girl who walks by.”

“Done,” he said instantly.

“And maybe buy me chocolate,” you added with a smirk.

“Anything you want, darling,” he said, his voice warm and sincere.

And for the first time, his charm didn’t feel like a game. It felt real.

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Slytherin boys and their Romantic Tropes

Draco -

Second chance: dated late 3rd year, too young, too much drama lead to breaking up only to rekindle in 5th year when he got drunk at a party and begged for you back, you were equally as drunk and wanted the same thing, it was even better than you knew each other in third year.

Mattheo -

Enemies to lovers: With Teo's competitive nature and aggression, getting on his nerves is easy. You exceeded his expectations of pissing him off daily; when one day he pushes you too far in a routine argument, he feels terrible and offers you a hug, which leads to a kiss, which leads to a passionate relationship.

Tom -

Forbidden love: Tom doesn't do relationships, especially with someone like you, younger than him, possibly even in a different house; even if you are a Slytherin, he doesn't see anyone as his equal. Your parents warn you to stay away from him. His own thoughts tell him to stay away from you, though you both find a way back to each other

Theo -

Friends to lovers: Good old childhood best friends, your parents even joke about the two of you getting married one day; as you grew up together, you realised that you would hold hugs for a while longer than you used to; best friends always sleep in each dorms, right? It's totally normal to get butterflies when you are around each other as well... right?. Theo finally kissed you properly while you were on a walk once, casually, and that's where it started

Enzo -

Fake dating: To get each other's exes jealous, you didn't mean to fall in love for real when the hoax was up, and you stopped the charade. It set in that you missed the play pretend, leading you to knock on his door in the middle of the night. He was waiting up close to the door, hoping you would show up. Nothing was fake after that

Blaise -

Secret billionaire: your boyfriend was so good to you, but before you started dating, you found yourself waking up to lavish gifts outside your bedroom door, you found hundreds of notes of cash laying flat in between pages of your books, you could mention to your friends something caught your eye at Hogsmeade, it was delivered to you by the days end, you had no idea how or by who. It frustrated you so much that one day you stormed to Hogsmeade yourself and demanded the storeowner tell you who was behind the purchases. Who looked at you in disbelief, 'your boyfriend?' they questioned 'I don't have a fucking boyfriend, so tell me, who's doing this' you demanded, 'Mr Zabini' they whispered back. You let out a gasp, storming back to school to confront him. He just kissed you and has taken care of you ever since

[prythiansprincess]

best friend! enzo sabotages your relationship with your boyfriend

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author's note: please be warned enzo is so toxic and unhinged in this. ⚠️ content warning for drugging (not reader), gaslighting, bribing, manipulating, and sabotaging.

sweet. innocent. harmless. 

these are the words that people used to describe lorenzo berkshire. with his charming smile and puppy dog eyes, one could easily forget that he was sorted into slytherin for a reason. underneath the boy-next-door facade that he had carefully crafted over the years was a master manipulator capable of bending anyone and anything to his will, but you would never know it from the cheeky dimpled smile that lorenzo wielded like a weapon. 

thus, the mask stayed intact. no one could have ever suspected the true extent of what enzo was capable of. not even you. 

despite your long standing friendship, enzo took great care in maintaining appearances. to you, he had always been your happy-go-lucky golden retriever best friend. enzo had been there for you during the highs and lows, cheering you on through happy moments and letting you cry on his shoulder for sad ones. as of late, the latter seemed to be occurring more often than not, given your less than stellar track record with men. 

unbeknownst to you, there was never any problem with the men you chose until enzo decided there was. you may not always see it at first, but enzo was more than happy to enlighten you. in his eyes, no one could ever be worthy of being with you because they just weren’t him. 

every relationship you had ever had was just a pit stop to the final destination, so your best friend gladly ensured that you never lingered for too long.  after all, only enzo knew what was best for his pretty girl.

this time around, your pesky little boyfriend was proving to be more of a nuisance than usual. enzo had tried all of his usual tactics: intimidation, gaslighting, sabotage, but the twat had endured it all for three whole months, which even enzo had to admit was impressive. most of your exes bolted after a month, sick and tired of having to compete with him for their girlfriend’s attention. 

still, enzo wasn’t about to admit defeat. if anything, this little inconvenience pushed him to use more creative methods. 

as he stared at you from across the common room, enzo plotted and schemed. the party was in full swing by now and he was just waiting for the right time to strike. for half an hour, he watched as your boyfriend fawned all over you. the stupid twat actually had the audacity to put his hands all over his girl. enzo needed to end this. now.

fortunately for him, your boyfriend excused himself to refill your drinks. enzo followed after him, sticking close, but not close enough to rouse suspicion. he lingered by the table as your boyfriend chatted with his friends, momentarily setting his cup down. in one swift move, enzo uncorked the small vial stored in his front pocket before discreetly pouring its contents into the drink. the process was over within seconds and your boyfriend was none the wiser as he turned around and chugged from the contaminated cup.

“hey mate,” enzo announced cheerily. “I think y/n is looking for you. she’s waiting by the broom closet outside. sounded urgent.”

he watched the other boy’s eyes light up. no doubt thinking he was about to get lucky tonight. as if enzo would ever let that happen. “oh, sweet. thanks for the heads up, berkshire.” 

enzo grinned. “my pleasure.” 

a few minutes later, enzo found you chatting with mattheo and theo on the couch. you smiled brightly the second you spotted him. his pretty girl. enzo was delusional enough to think that you only ever smiled like that for him and him alone.

“there you are, enz!” enzo chuckled as you tackled him into a bear hug, standing on your tippy toes to happily hook your arms around his neck. “i’ve been looking everywhere for you.” 

he squeezed you back, leaning down to kiss your cheek. “i’m right here. you’re the one missing in action.” 

you smiled sheepishly. “sorry, I was talking to nick. speaking of, have you guys seen him?” 

mattheo and theo shrugged, too stoned out of their minds to keep track of themselves much more anyone else at the party. 

“i’m sure he’s around,” enzo offered. “wanna play king’s cup while you wait?” 

you nodded and followed after enzo. your best friend guided you through the crowd by the small of your back as you weaved your way across the makeshift dance floor, making sure to glare menacingly at anyone who dared look your way. oblivious to his behavior, you happily yapped away while enzo nodded and smiled at your drunken excitement. when you reached the table set up for drinking games, enzo patted his back pocket. 

“oh,” he exclaimed. “I think I left my wand somewhere.” 

you tilted your head, tapping your kiss-bitten lips thoughtfully. enzo had to physically restrain himself from biting into them himself. “when’s the last time you remember having it?” 

enzo pretended to retrace his steps. “I might have set it down in the broom closet when pansy asked me to grab the decorations earlier.” 

“we’ll start there, then.” 

the music muffled to a soft hum when the two of you stepped out into the hallway. the cold breeze in the dungeons felt like a breath of fresh air compared to the raging party packed with gyrating, sweaty bodies. beside the door to the common room was the small broom closet that you and your housemates used to store various items.

“is this the one?” you asked. 

enzo nodded, watching as you turned the handle. as soon as the door swung open, your jaw dropped. inside the dimly lit cupboard was your boyfriend nick, kissing someone who was definitely not you. panic filled his eyes as he stared at you then back at the girl in his arms. 

“y/n, it’s not what it looks like —

you didn’t give him a chance to finish the sentence before you slammed the door in his face. enzo followed after you in silence, knowing that he had to get you out of this situation fast. instinctively, your best friend linked his fingers through yours, holding you close and parting the crowd as the pleas of your boyfriend followed you through the party. enzo growled as nick grabbed your wrist, but you held a hand up. 

“I can explain,” nick said pathetically. 

“keep your sorry ass excuse to yourself,” you spat out as you smacked him across the face. “we’re over. you can go back to snogging millicent because you sure as hell won’t be snogging me ever again, you cheating bastard!” 

“y/n, please, you need to listen to me.” 

“don’t fucking speak to her,” enzo barked out, shielding you protectively from your now ex-boyfriend. “you’ve already done enough.” 

the whole party stilled to a stop as enzo tucked you under his arm and glared at nick over his shoulder. the other boys took quick stock of the situation and kicked him out before announcing that it was time to call it a night. you didn’t wait for the partygoers to leave before making your hasty retreat back to your dorm. 

as the two of you passed through the crowd, enzo slipped something into the hands of a passerby. his face remained passive throughout the entire exchange, keeping his focus on you even as the bag of galleons transferred from his hand to that of millicent bulstrode. enzo was careful to avoid her gaze, but his smirk of approval said it all. she had held up her end of the bargain, which he gallantly compensated her for. a reward for a job well done.

perhaps it was immoral of him to bribe her into seducing your boyfriend, but the devilish bargain only affirmed what enzo already knew. when it came to you, there were no lines he wasn’t willing to cross.

oblivious to your best friend’s nefarious dealings, you trudged upstairs to the dormitories and ignored the blatant stares from your housemates. if there was one thing a slytherin hated, it was pity. so you held your chin high and glared at the prying eyes, silently challenging them to say something. wisely, none of them dared utter a word.

enzo remained glued to your side, making sure you got in safely. once the door shut, you felt all the emotions crashing down at once. your best friend held you while you cried, embracing you tightly and stroking your hair until the tears dried up. he rocked you in silence, letting the soothing rhythm calm you. 

“do you want to talk about it?” 

“no,” you sniffled. “not really.” 

“that’s okay,” enzo said gently. “we don’t have to talk if you don’t want to.” 

“enz?” you asked in a small voice. “will you stay with me?” 

enzo nodded without hesitation. “of course, honey,” he said as he rubbed your back. “i’m not going anywhere.” 

the next morning, you woke up to the sound of loud banging against your door. beside you, enzo shifted in his sleep, snuggling you closer to his side. with a small smile, you untangled yourself from his arms and walked towards the source of the grating sound.

as soon as you opened it, you wished that you had just ignored whoever was on the other side. you crossed your arms as nick came into view, dark circles prominent under his eyes as he began to plead and beg. 

“I swear to you, I don’t know what happened,” he stated. “one minute I was standing by the drinks table and then the next thing I knew, I was in the broom closet with her.” 

“millicent,” you spat out. “at least be decent enough to speak her name.” 

“i’ve never even seen her before,” nick continued. “I don’t know how I ended up in there. someone must’ve put something in my drink. I would never cheat on you. you know me, y/n.” 

“I though I did,” you said. “now I’m not so sure I know you at all.” 

nick looked as though you had slapped him all over again. it wasn’t fair. he was the one who hurt you. he didn’t get to play victim.

“who’s at the door, honey?” enzo asked as he walked up behind you. 

your ex boyfriend narrowed his eyes at enzo’s shirtless torso, disbelief written all over his face as your best friend paraded around in a towel that barely covered his lower half. enzo smirked, knowing that nick was probably assuming the worst. good. that’s exactly what he wanted. 

“are you fucking serious?” nick fumed. “I should’ve known! you told me not to worry about him and I trusted you like a fucking idiot.” 

“you’re mad at me?” you asked in disbelief. “you’re the one that cheated, nick. at least enzo was there for me to pick up the pieces.” 

nick scoffed. “yeah, i’m sure he was. he’s always there, isn’t he? how did you even find me last night, hm? it’s because berkshire led you straight to me. he was the one that said you’d be in the broom closet. he probably knew exactly what you’d walk into because he’s the one that spiked my bloody drink in the first place!” 

“don’t you dare blame this on enzo!” you yelled. “you’ve always been jealous of him. he told me this would happen. he said that you were too insecure to understand our friendship.” 

“he’s clearly manipulating you!” nick said exasperatedly. “can’t you see that?” 

enzo stepped in, towering over nick with a menacing glare. “are you saying that I made you cheat on y/n?”

“you slipped something into my drink. I know it was you!” 

“you’re delusional, mate. don’t blame me because you lost the one good thing you’ll ever have in your sorry life. you didn’t deserve her anyways, so I guess I should thank you for finally showing her what i’ve known all along. you’re not worthy of y/n.” 

nick clenched his fists. “you conniving piece of shit —”

“leave enzo alone,” you said as you pushed nick backwards. “leave me alone! I don’t want you here. it’s bad enough that you cheated on me, but lying about it? acting like the victim and blaming my best friend for your shitty actions? this a new low even for you.” 

“y/n, you don’t understand —” 

you glared at him, pointing a finger in his face. “no, you don’t understand! if you think for a second that i’d believe you over enzo, then you clearly don’t know me at all. just leave, nick. it’s over.” 

you turned around, not wanting to see your ex-boyfriend’s face any longer. enzo pulled your into his chest, rubbing your back and murmuring soothing words into your ear. enzo made sure to smirk at nick as he kissed the top of your head before slamming the door in his face. 

having rid of himself of that pesky little problem, enzo turned his attention to you. he sat you down on the bed gently, kneeling in front of you as you cried. enzo wiped the tears away one by one. 

“I hate seeing you cry, honey,” he murmured. “he doesn’t deserve your tears.” 

“what’s wrong with me, enz? why do I always pick the bad ones?” 

enzo took your hand and placed it over his heart. “do you feel that? it breaks my heart knowing that you think there could be anything wrong with you. you’re perfect, honey. they just don’t see you like I do.” 

you sniffled as your best friend continued. “nick doesn’t know how good he had it. if I were him, I would’ve shown you how special you are, how perfect and pretty and funny and kind. I never would’ve looked at anyone else.”’

“you’re only saying that because you’re my best friend.” 

“no, i’m saying it because it’s true,” enzo said as he pressed his forehead against yours. “any guy would be lucky to have you.” 

“then why have all my relationships failed?” 

“because none of them were right for you,” enzo stated matter-of-factly. 

“how do you know?” 

“because there’s only one person who’s right for you,” enzo whispered, his honey gaze sweeping over you. “and I think you know that, deep down inside.” 

you blinked at him. “enz, what are you saying?” 

“i’m saying what all of our friends, our families, hell this whole damn castle already knows. we belong together, honey. we always have.” you swallowed thickly as enzo stroked your cheek, his puppy dog eyes so sincere and earnest. “we could be so good together, baby. don’t you see?” 

you could. enzo was the only guy who had ever treated you right. you weren’t sure what took you so long to realize it, but there it was, plain as day. he knew your favorite flowers, your favorite books, he knew that you had a scar on your elbow when you fell from a tree when you were six, he knew that you loved lasagna and hated asparagus. enzo knew everything about you. 

“i’m starting to,” you whispered back.

slowly but surely, enzo closed the gap between you. he pressed his lips against yours, gently at first, testing it out with soft and sweet pecks because he knows that he needs to ease you into it. if he kissed you the way he truly wanted to kiss you, it might scare you away because the truth was that enzo was insatiable and you were the only one that could satisfy him. 

so he strategizes. he lets himself have little pieces of you, the kisses turning more firm, still close-lipped but lingering longer. enzo savors the moment, dragging it out again and again until you’re chasing after his lips, needy for his kisses. he needs you to want this as much as he does. he needs you to understand what it’s like to be completely consumed by desire. 

enzo knows that all it takes is a taste. 

soon enough, the kisses turned heated and hungry. the makeout was sloppy and messy and desperate, tongues fighting for dominance in the most delicious way. he groaned when you sighed softly into his mouth, taking advantage of the distraction before pinning you underneath him. he smirked as your gaze dipped down to his abs, your eyes following the v-lines that disappeared below the towel that was now barely hanging off of his waist. 

it would be so easy, he thinks. so easy to strip off your little pajama shorts. so easy to bury his face between your thighs. so easy to eat your pussy until you were nothing but a whimpering mess before he flipped you over and split you apart with his cock. 

enzo wanted nothing more. he wanted you so bad that it physically hurt. he had waited so long for this, but he knows this isn’t the right time. when he finally had you, enzo would make sure that you belonged to him completely. he was willing to draw it out, to build it up, to bide his time, because enzo knew that all good things were worth waiting for.

as much as it pained him, enzo forced himself to pull away. “I don’t want to rush this,” he murmured between sweet kisses. “if we’re going to do this, then I want to do it right. let me take you out on a proper date, honey.” 

you looked so pretty all dizzy from his kisses, blinking back up at him shyly. “i’d like that, enz.” 

enzo grinned and kissed the tip of your nose. he spent the whole morning cuddling with you and smiling like an idiot because at long last, the first step in his plan to make you his had perfectly clicked into place. 

it won’t be long until you’re hooked. 

it won’t be long until you’re addicted to him as much as he’s addicted to you. 

[obsessedwithceleste]

Finding Sunshine

Lorenzo Berkshire x reader

Based on this request 🫶🏽

Summary: soulmate! au in which the writing on your skin will appear identically on your soulmate.

word count: 4.5k

©️ obsessedwithceleste. all works posted here belong to me and should not be reposted or copied in any way or form.

Lorenzo Berkshire was going absolutely insane. What had he been thinking? Oh wait, he hadn’t been. It was a stupid bet. A drunken lapse in judgement that now had his head spinning in circles months later. He thought it should’ve been simple. The whole premise of it was after all.

You could write or draw almost anything on your skin, and it would appear on your soulmate as well. A rather nifty bit of magic, Lorenzo had thought. Probably saved a lot of folk a fair bit of heartbreak over the centuries. There were limits of course. No names. No specific locations or such. Fate couldn’t make it too easy. But still, knowing there was someone out there you were meant to be with, and having a way to find them? Lorenzo found the whole thing to be quite convenient.

And he was so close. He was certain they went to Hogwarts. There were too many coincidences for them not to. The puffapod plant that first week. The hippogriff that had appeared on his forearm the same week Hagrid had brought that beast to the school. It all lined up. A little broom and quaffle on the back of his hand for Slytherin’s first match of the season. But every time he got close, it felt as if they slipped through his fingers.

And that’s where you came in. His best friend. It hadn’t been any different from any of the other usual common room parties, except perhaps Enz had had one too many drinks. And perhaps he had monologued a bit too extensively about how he just wanted to find his soulmate. What could he say? He was a romantic. It wasn't a crime.

“Give it a rest man. At this point your soulmate probably knows exactly who you are, and you’ve scared them off,” Theo groaned, already sick of Lorenzo’s griping. Only a week into classes and he was at it again with this soulmate nonsense.

“He’s probably just too dense to pick up any of the hints his soulmate has been leaving,” you had replied with a laugh, giving Enz a teasing shove.

He just scoffed, looking down at you nestled comfortably next to him on the sofa.

“Oh, bold words from someone who hasn’t found their soulmate yet either,” Enz had retorted, giving you a light flick to the forehead. You bat his hand away.

“Only because I haven’t actually been looking. I’m sure I’d be able to find them faster than your sorry ass.”

It had only been meant as a joke. You both knew that. You and Enz were constantly throwing light hearted jabs at each other. It was basically the foundation of your friendship at this point. But you were also both competitive.

“Yeah? Is that right? Wanna bet on that one?”

And so it had begun.

Two months. That was how long you’d known Lorenzo Berkshire was your soulmate. Your best friend of all people. Looking back, it was rather embarrassing that it had taken you this long to figure it out, especially with how enthusiastically Lorenzo had been searching the school. All this time it had been staring him in the face. Hidden in plain sight.

You don't know what you had been thinking when you had agreed to make a game of it. Idiotic.

It had all started in the first week back of the new school year; with one little, insignificant slip of parchment that had slid onto your desk during another one of Professor Binns' lethargic lessons. It had been far too early in the morning to be listening to the ghost ramble on about yet another goblin rebellion. And at this point, they were all beginning to blend together anyway. Eager for the distraction, you uncurled the small note to find a simple 'good morning sunshine' with a crudely drawn heart next to it. Seeing it had scratched a certain part of your brain, but you couldn't quite put a finger on it at the time. Looking up, Lorenzo had offered a little wave paired with his signature, self satisfied smirk.

It wasn't until the next morning that the pieces slowly began to fall into place. Like every other morning, you awoke to a simple 'good morning' scrawled on the back of your hand with a little heart. Things between you and your soulmate had always been simplistic in your opinion, so you had never bothered to put much thought to it, but now it looked oddly familiar. The itch returned, and you strained to think why this silly little message from your soulmate suddenly felt so familiar.

And that's when it had hit you.

Scrambling now, you dug the note from Lorenzo out of you bag, eyes analyzing each bend and curve of the letters. Identical. How had you been so blind? How many times had you seen Lorenzo’s writing? How many times had you borrowed his notes? Reviewed his essays? Read his letters over summer break?

Sitting back on your bed, your thoughts were running a mile a minute, mulling over what to do with your latest development. You didn't want to believe it. Or maybe you did. Actually, it was more like you couldn't believe it. Did you tell him now? Or ignore it and pretend to be none the wiser? Perhaps fake your death, change your name, and flee the country?

No, you decided. The best course of action was to let him figure it out on his own. (At least that’s what you had thought at the time. Two months in and you weren’t entirely sure you’d made the wisest decision.) But he’d been searching all this time after all. And it just didn't feel like the right time. What if he didn't want you? Clearly it hadn't crossed his mind since in all his years of searching, he'd never once looked at you.

He seemed to want something grand, and perfect, and well, magical. And that just wasn't this.

Closing your eyes, you shake your head to clear your thoughts. Game face. None of that was important right now. The important thing, was that Lorenzo was your soulmate and he was your best friend, and what kind of friend would you be if you didn't make him suffer a bit?

“Look, look, see this? They have to be here,” Lorenzo says excitedly, brandishing his forearm out for you to see a bright pink and purple puffapod smack in the middle, mirroring your own that had been doodled there this morning.

“Wow Enz, a plant. Riveting,” you reply, making your way over to your seat in the greenhouse.

It had been your first drawing to the boy since your little bet a week ago, and you had heard from Theo that Enz had practically been glowing since its appearance.

“Not just any plant, sunshine. A puffapod, which is the plant Sprout said we’d be covering today in class. So clearly, my soulmate is telling me they’ll be here today.”

“An astute observation Berkshire, just one tiny issue. There are classes all bloody day. Who’s to say they’ll be in this class in particular?” You sigh, pulling out your notes.

Look. It’s not as if you wanted to intentionally mislead your friend, but really? No wonder he hadn’t gotten anywhere in his soulmate search, despite it being top of mind each year. If he wanted to know so badly, it wouldn't kill him to put in some work you thought.

Lorenzo groans at your point, his pretty face scrunching up in annoyance as he pulls his sleeve back down.

"I just think that when I see them, I'll know. I'll get the feeling. I just have to keep looking," Lorenzo replies, looking around the class at the other students, studying each face carefully.

"What if they don't want to be found?"

Enzo pauses, your question seeming to mull through his head for a moment before he shakes his head, brushing it off.

“Fine then, how’s your search going? I reckon you haven’t found anything or I wouldn’t be hearing the end of it.”

“That’s confidential I fear,” you reply with a grin, “Wouldn’t want you to sabotage me now, would I?”

A cocky smile returns to Enzo’s face.

“You wound me, sunshine! I would never!” He says dramatically, feigning a knife to the heart.

“Yikes, maybe Theo was right. Maybe you’re scaring your soulmate off with, whatever that was,” you laugh.

“Hush, you. You love it almost as much as you love me,” he replies smugly as you raise a disdainful eyebrow, side eyeing the boy.

"Careful there lover boy, or someone might think-"

Before you can finish your sentence, Professor Sprout bustles into the greenhouse, a cart of brightly colored plants following in her wake.

"It's a wonderful, beautiful day to learn about Puffapods!" she chirps happily, levitating a plant to each student's workbench. "Roll up those sleeves dearies! It's going to be a messy day!"

You feel Lorenzo's curious eyes on you when you don't make a move to roll up the sleeves of your shirt.

"A little dirt never hurt anyone," you say through a tight lipped smile, the drawing on your arm burning a hole through your heart.

Well this sucked. You'd have thought Draco would have learned his lesson after the first time a hippogriff sent him to the hospital wing, but apparently some things never changed.

"Your father will be hearing about this one," Lorenzo groans from his hospital bed, a cold pack pressed to his temple as he glared at the blonde boy in the next bed over.

"It wasn't my fault! If Hagrid just kept those bloody beasts away from me-"

"It was entirely your fault! You provoked that hippogriff for no reason! It was literally just sitting there minding its business!" you cut in, sitting up in your own hospital bed now to scowl at your friend.

Draco, despite being the cause for this whole mess, wasn't even the one with the brunt of the injuries. Just a few scratches and bruises. Enzo on the other hand, had taken a hoof to the head as he tried to pull you out of the way of the rearing beast. Unfortunately, he hadn't been able to save your wrist which was now broken, but it was better than being crushed alive.

"I didn't like the way it was looking at me," Draco grumbles defensively in response.

Oh when you got your hands on the little ferret-

Lucky for him, Madam Pomfrey chose just that moment to burst back through the doors of the hospital wing, tutting at her three newest charges.

"Alright Mr. Malfoy, you can go," she says, giving him a quick glance over before making her way over to Lorenzo to examine the side of his head where he had been kicked.

"Are you sure? I hurt everywhere," Draco whines.

"Mr. Malfoy you are perfectly well, and I have others to look after," Madam Pomfrey replies, dismissing the boy.

Draco lets out a dramatic huff before limping his way out of the infirmary.

"That boy," you hear her mutter under her breath before handing Lorenzo a vial of glimmering red liquid. "Sip of this twice a day until it's gone," she instructs. "Now off with you as well."

Lorenzo glances over at you.

"They gonna be alright?" He asks, taking the vial.

"Oh y/l/n will be fine. Bit of skele-gro and they'll be good as new. Now off you go. They need rest."

Hesitantly, Lorenzo gets up, wincing slightly, before making his way over to you.

"Sorry about your wrist, I didn't- I tried to-"

"It's alright Enz," you interrupt, trying to give the boy a reassuring smile. It comes out as more of a grimace though. "You got me out of there and that's what matters. Thank you."

Lorenzo gives you a weak smile and a short nod before turning to leave.

"Alright then, a bit of this and you should be out by morning," Madam Pomfrey says, bringing another vial over to the bed. "As long as the bones grow back correctly of course."

Salazar help you.

You can feel the sunlight on you before you open your eyes. It had been a long and rough night. Who knew re-growing your own bones would be that painful? Slowly, you let your eyes flutter open, trying to adjust to the light, only to be met with piercing eyes staring down at you.

"Bloody hell Theo," you yelp, jolting awake.

"Interesting sketch you got there," he says, cutting to the chase as he gestures to your arm.

You feel yourself freeze for a split second before you look down at the outline of a hippogriff you had drawn last night. There weren't exactly lots of things to do while Madam Pomfrey was holding you hostage in the hospital wing.

"Enz has pretty much interrogated everyone in your care of magical creatures class. Even Draco."

"Please don't tell him," you whisper, looking down.

"How long have you known?"

"Few days before we made that stupid bet," you reply, head falling back onto your pillow.

"That was almost two months ago."

"I know."

You hear Theo sigh. He's sitting now, bent over, face pressed into his hands when you finally look over.

"It's not my business," he says after an agonizingly long moment, "But don't hurt him. This is what he's wanted since we were kids-"

"I don't want to disappoint him."

You hear Theo let out another long sigh. Then a frustrated groan before he looks back up at you.

"Look. I'm not good at the whole supportiveness thing, but Enzo would never be disappointed. You don't see- Enz adores you okay? He's been a wreck since he left you up here all alone. Sent me up here to check on you because he's too busy baking you apology cookies with the house elves. So just- I don't know, think about it. You two are practically inseparable anyways."

You're almost too stunned to speak. You'd never heard Theo actually sound sincere before. It was weird.

"I- thanks Theo," you say finally.

"Don't mention it. Like actually don't. That was weirdly emotional, and I hated it. Also- try to act surprised when Enz brings you his apology cookies, I don't think I was supposed to say anything about that."

And with that, Theo is gone, leaving his words echoing through your head as you drift back off to sleep.

"This is the day, I can feel it," Enzo announces, pulling on his dark green quidditch robes.

"Bull. You've been saying that shit for years. Focus up Enz," Matt replies. They had a match to win.

"No, no, this time, I have a list. All the possibilities between herbology and care of magical creatures! And there's this," Lorenzo says excitedly, showing off the brooms and quaffle that were dancing across the back of his hand. "They'll be here today. Certain of it."

"You're always certain. Now get you're head in the game, I wanna win," Theo responds gruffly, not quite able to meet Enzo's eyes.

"Fine, I'll shut up, but you'll see," Lorenzo relents, tossing his hands up in surrender.

It had been a brutal game. One they had almost lost to those bloody Gryffindors. They would've been doomed if they hadn't built up such a lead from scoring before Potter caught the damned snitch. That was the only silver lining for the lions. Draco had almost had it too.

"You have a good time, sunshine?" Enz asks, sauntering over to you after the game.

"Watching a bunch of sweaty witches and wizards fly around for a couple hours? Hardly," you tease as the boy wraps you into a bear hug.

“Can’t believe we almost lost to those bloody lions,” Lorenzo mumbles into your hair.

“Hush, you played great,” you reply, your words muffled from being smothered by the brunette boy.

“I did, didn’t I?” Enz says with a cocky grin, finally releasing you.

You continue to talk with your best friend, but it quickly becomes clear that his mind is elsewhere as his eyes flicker between you and scanning the slowly dwindling crowd behind you.

“Looking for someone?” You ask curiously, turning to see what could have possibly caught Lorenzo’s attention.

“No! Well, I don’t know. Maybe? I just thought- I was certain…” Lorenzo trails off, eyes still searching the crowd desperately.

“This about your soulmate?” You ask, reaching out to hold the boy’s arm.

Lorenzo looks down at you and you can see the hurt on his face. There’s a pang of guilt in your chest as you meet his eyes.

“I don’t know what I thought. That they’d make some kind of gesture? That they’d come see me after if we won? Stupid. They have to know it’s me though,” Lorenzo lets out a long sigh. “Sorry sunshine, you’re probably as sick as everyone else of me going on about all this,” he says, running a hand through his tousled hair.

You open your mouth to protest, but before you get the chance Lorenzo presses a quick kiss to the top of your head before turning towards the Slytherin locker room.

“See you tonight sunshine.”

Your eyes follow as he walks away, feet dragging. From over Lorenzo’s shoulder, you can see Theo standing in the doorway of the locker room, eyes drilling into you. He doesn’t say anything, but the message is clear. You needed to tell him.

It was late. Even through the shadowy, murky waters of the black lake, you could tell that the sky outside was dark. And yet, the Slytherin common room was brimming with life, students still riding the high of the win against Gryffindor.

“Someone’s deep in thought,” Pansy comments dryly, placing a cup of amber liquid in your hands and giving you a small nod before tipping back her own drink.

“Just tired is all,” you reply lamely, swirling your glass for a moment before taking a sip yourself.

The familiar burn is barely noticeable as you already had a healthy buzz going. You didn’t even want to imagine what kind of condition the boys were in. They always went all in after a win, and a win against the lions was always a promise for a particularly rowdy night.

As if your thoughts had summoned them, Enzo, Theo and Matt push (read: stumble) their way through the crowd, joining you and Pansy in your secluded corner.

“Hey there sunshine, fancy seeing you here,” Lorenzo drawls, pulling you into a tight hug as soon as he spots you. You can smell the bitter scent of alcohol on him.

“Salazar, you’d think they were his soulmate the way Enz throws himself at them constantly,” Pansy mutters under her breath to Theo who just grunts back, a masterful plan beginning to form in his drunken mind.

Theo had been watching the two of you, you and Lorenzo that is, since that day in the hospital wing. The way you two were attached at the hip, yet constantly skirting around one another. But always in your own world together. Honestly he had no idea how Enz hadn’t figured it out yet. And really, he didn’t see why Enz even cared given the fact that he couldn’t seem to keep his hands off you.

Regardless, it was beginning to be unbearable. Combining your skittishness and guilty looks with Enzo’s near constant pining, Theo and the rest of the group were about to lose their damn minds. It needed to end tonight, and Theo was bound and determined to make it happen.

It didn’t take long for the conversation to turn to the topic of soulmates.

Drunk Mattheo had always been such an instigator. Even without Theo egging him on this time.

And he just so happened to remember that silly little bet you’d made all those weeks ago at the beginning of term.

“We all know Enz has come up empty handed, what about you, y/n? Anything you want to share with the class?” Mattheo asks, his usual troublesome grin plastered across his face.

“Shove it, Matt,” you snap, trying to hide behind your cup as you take another long sip.

“I’ll take that as a solid maybe,” Matt replies with a cheerful smile, raising his glass condescendingly.

“Fuck the whole soulmate bit, honestly. I’m sick of whatever game my soulmate is playing,” Lorenzo blurts out, shocking the group to near silence.

For as long as you’d all known him, he’d been a bit of a hopeless romantic. Maybe even to a fault. None of you had ever thought he’d be one to give up on his soulmate.

“Well,” Theo drawls after everyone has recovered, “There’s always one way to find out if they’re here at Hogwarts or not.”

Your eyes snap to the Italian, silently trying to figure out what the boy is playing at. Lorenzo leans towards his friend, swaying slightly as you try to steady him. Clearly having the group’s attention, with a quick flick of his wand, Theo is brandishing a simple black marker. Your eyes go wide, knowing exactly where this is going.

“C’mere Enz,” Theo says, beckoning your friend forward.

As if under the imperious curse, Lorenzo lurches forward despite your protest.

“Really Theo?” You ask, trying to at least buy a few seconds as Theo moves the marker to hover in front of Lorenzo’s face. “You’re honestly going to trust Theo of all people to draw on your face Enz?”

It’s too late as you watch, helplessly, as Theo makes a few quick scribbles across Enzo’s cheek before vanishing the writing tool. For a moment, everyone is too focused on the crude doodle on Enzo’s face to notice your hand rising to touch the matching ink.

“Really Theo? Immature prat, that’s phallic,” Pansy sighs rolling her eyes, not really seeming all that surprised by the boy’s antics.

It’s not until Enzo’s eyes lock with yours that the whole group fully grasps the reality of the situation. Pansy’s mouth forms a silent ‘o’, while Matt hardly seems surprised, more concerned with refilling his drink.

“What the fuck Theodore!” You shriek, lunging at the boy once you fully zero in on the black lines on Enzo’s face which were mirrored on your own.

Lorenzo stands, too drunk and too stunned as Pansy and Matt half-heartedly try to keep you from sending the killing curse Theo’s way.

“I think it’s time you and Enz have a chat, priorities and all,” Pansy says, prying you away from Theo as Matt leads the other boy off, their drunken laughter trailing away. "I'll make sure their dorm is empty for the night." The dark haired girl gives you a pointed look before she too disappears into the crowd, assumedly to find the other boys.

Taking a deep breath in, you turn to see Lorenzo looking at you like a kicked puppy, the stark outlines of the dick Theo had drawn on his face sticking out rather harshly.

"C'mon Enz, let's get cleaned up. I don't think either of us want to have this conversation with a penis drawn on our faces."

As soon as you step into the empty dormitory, a quick scourgify wipes the offending mark from Lorenzo's skin as you take a seat on his bed, but your friend just continues to stare at you from the door.

"You knew. You knew I was your soulmate and you didn't tell me," he says with a shakey breath. "You knew. And you said nothing." he says, his voice getting louder as his fists clench.

You try not to flinch away at Lorenzo's raised voice, but the look in your friend's eyes and the way he immediately collects himself tells you that you didn't do a very good job.

"I can explain. Enz, please, just let me explain," you beg, hating the hurt that was written all over the boy's face.

Lorenzo gestures for you to continue, but his feet remain planted firmly in place on the opposite side of the room. You supposed you deserved that though.

"Look, it- it all started back in the first week of school, when you passed me that note, in History of Magic," you start.

Lorenzo shifts where he's standing.

"That was before we even made that stupid bet. You knew before and you still let me make that stupid bet. Like an idiot." Lorenzo begins pacing around the room. "And did Theo know then too? Did everyone know but me?"

"No, it's not like that. You're not an idiot," you try to protest.

"Yeah? Then what is it like? Because to me, it seems like my best fucking friends have been lying to me for months. Bloody hell, all I've wanted for years was to find my soulmate. And you both knew that. So what was it? Was I not the one you wanted? Not good enough for you? Huh? Is that it?"

Before you can think twice, you find yourself across the room, reaching up to take a fist full of Lorenzo's hair and pulling his lips down to meet yours. The boy melts into you, hands finding their way to your waist as his fingers dig into your skin. His lips are warm as soft as they move against yours with agency, as if afraid you'll change your mind at any moment.

When you finally pull back, Lorenzo rests his forehead against yours, his breathes slowly steadying before he raises a finger between you two.

"No," he whispers, his voice raspy, "No, you don't get to just kiss me and make everything better, tell me why," he demands, pulling you down to sit with him on the floor.

"Well I was trying, but you kept interrupting me," you say, trying to lighten the mood a bit. "Um, when I first found out, I was just planning on teasing you a bit, having some fun with it you know?"

Lorenzo's eyes bore into yours as he traces circles on your leg, waiting for you to continue.

"But then, I suppose I got scared. You'd been looking for your soulmate for so long. And from all the times you'd talked about it, I knew you wanted some grand, special moment. It just never felt like the perfect time to tell you. Theo didn't find out until last week when he visited me in the hospital wing, by your request I might add, and told me I should tell you. Gave me a long inspirational speech about how I wouldn't disappoint you and everything. It was really strange actually. So then I was going to tell you today after your match-"

"And I blew it looking for someone else didn't I?" Lorenzo cuts in with a dry laugh.

"Just seemed like you were hoping it would be anyone but me."

Lorenzo takes your hands in his, slowly raising them to his lips before pressing a soft kiss to each knuckle.

"You, sunshine, are perfect. And I wouldn't want it to have been anyone else," he murmurs.

"Salazar, we're both a couple of idiots, aren't we?" you ask shaking your head, feeling the heat rise to your face.

"Course not, we're just soulmates," Lorenzo replies, standing up and offering you a hand. "Now, I seem to remember Pansy mentioning that she would make sure the others don't come back to the dormitory. She better be good for her word, because you sunshine, are mine for tonight. And forever."

Gahhhhh, it's fine, I only rewrote the entire thing once, but now I love it🤍

Hope this lived up to all your hopes and dreams anon, MWAH

[cherrixpie]

Hiiiii I’m so so excited for your requests being open!!! Also CONGRATS ON 300!!!!!!! so deserved.

If it’s alright, may I please req an Enzo fic or headcanon list where reader is like very day dreamy? Like very head in the clouds type of person, preferably Ravenclaw!reader? Anything else is up to you

Thank you so so much for reading my req, and happy new year!

↬ enzo x dreamy!ravenclaw!reader

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I imagine your first encounter being when you ran into him in the corridors one day, completely caught up in one of your vivid daydreams, when you, not for the first time (that day) run straight into someone.

You apologize profusely to the pretty slytherin boy you ran into, his cute smile only worsening your embarrassment.

Despite being in the same grade, you only know so much as a last name about him. Your friend groups have no overlap at all, you barely have any classes together and you have a hard time concentrating in those, so you had never greatly noticed a lot of things about him.

Like how cute and radiant his smile is. How good you could drown in those brown eyes of his. How gentle his hands are, even when he's picking up old schoolbooks. His dimples. His smooth voice. How kind he is, despite you staring at him for a good minute, completely lost in thought (and his eyes)

You are awkward and stutter a lot, but Enzo thinks it's cute. Though he does recommend you see Madam Pomphrey for advice in case you need glasses. At this, you explain your habit of daydreaming, feeling embarrassed, but he only comments how this must be the creative spirit of Ravenclaw

Ever since then, you can't help but notice him more often. You tend to wake out of your daydreams in class whenever Enzo says something, and you notice that he's a good student and almost always right.

You also notice a lot of other things. How he crouches down to pet every cat that crosses his path. How he seems to be Mattheo Riddle’s cooling down pill. That he tends to spill ink on his fingers from writing so fast and proceeds to clean them with a silken handkerchief.

The next time you properly meet is in Hogsmeade’s book store. The Hogwarts library doesn't have many novels and even less muggle books, so you get your supply from Hogsmeade. You run into each other in the muggle section, greeting each other shyly and you somehow find yourself recommending a book.

You thought that would be the end of it, even though your thoughts sometimes slip away to a parallel universe where you could spend more time drowning in those brown eyes. But it isn't.

Only a week later, Enzo calls out to you after class (he has to call your name several times), running up to you and thanking you for the recommendation. Since books are one of the few things you can actually concentrate on, you end up discussing the novel with him in great detail.

That evening in the library, Enzo comes to sit next to you at your usual desk. You realize you can keep your mind on school stuff much better when he's around, somehow. But over your hopeless pining, you tend to miss the flush of his cheeks and flustered expression whenever you accidentally touch hands or you talk passionately about a book.

His friends start noticing that he hangs out with that one Ravenclaw girl that always seems a thousand miles away recently, especially when he starts walking you to classes you have together instead of going with them.

They tease Enzo for falling for someone who's got their heads in the clouds all the time, for ditching them for the quiet mooncalf ravenclaw girl in their grade, but he only scoffs about their teasing remarks and smiles to himself, making them holler with glee.

It took a while for you two to actually cross your platonic boundaries, though. Mainly because his attempts and nudges went right over your oblivious head and you stocked up all signs to your amorous daydreams. Enzo couldn't possibly like you like that, right? It had to be a fickle of your imagination.

Little did you know that Enzo was growing quite desperate as time went on and you failed to pick up on any of his hints. Or did you, and ignored them because you weren't interested in him romantically?

He had one or two smaller breakdowns with his friends who kept reassuring him that he just had to man up and ask you out.

When he finally did, you spaced out for a good few seconds, making him sweat with increasing unrest. When you finally got your mind back, you agreed enthusiastically, stumbling over your words and blushing furiously. Enzo was beyond relieved.

As your boyfriend, Enzo insists on walking you to every class, even those you don't have together, because your daydreaming not only makes you knock into people, objects or walls, but your sparse concentrations on your surroundings (he is the exception) makes you prone to fall for trick steps, false doors or moving stairs.

Enzo loves to listen to you talk. When you trail off in the middle of a sentence, fall silent and stare into space for a while, he waits patiently, caressing your thigh in gentle brushes and waiting for you to return to him.

Sometimes he will ask you to tell him about his daydreams, and when you do, you compliments your creativity and kisses away your embarrassment.

It's much easier to concentrate with Enzo around since his presence alone has the effect that it draws your attention, therefore anchoring you in the present. Especially effective is his touch, though he is a little shy about that.

Enzo would frown and glare at anyone who laughs about you behind your back, even if you tell him it doesn't bother you. If people tease you badly to the point of hurting you, he will call up his friends.

Is that… Mattheo Riddle and Theodore Nott beating up the Gryffindor guy that made fun of you? No, no, darling, don't look at that, just walk with me, yeah?

Enzo calls you his dreamy girl, affectionately referring to you as “dreamy” in general.

He makes sure to write extra orderly when he takes notes in class so they can be of use to you later in case you spaced out in class. When you study together, he always makes sure you drink enough because you tend to forget taking proper care of yourself sometimes.

If the hustle and bustle of school life makes you shifty and nervous, he looks for an empty classroom for the two of you to sit and talk, or lean into each other in silence while runs his fingers through your hair.

You are nervous around his friends, but once they realized how serious Enzo was about you, they have stopped teasing him (so much). Instead, they (at least some of them) make an effort to make you feel welcome (and maybe even making up for bullying you in the past pshhh)

Enzo is absolutely enamored with you and your endearing habits, and he feels honored by your trust. While you could get lost in daydreams for hours, he could spend an eternity being lost in you.

[lenoraslament]

Slytherin Boys React: Free Use

If I disappear I come back nastier 🤷🏻‍♀️

You and your boyfriend have a free use agreement.

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, free use, CNC, degradation, oral (both), piv, fingering, breastplay, smut with no plot

Mattheo Riddle

Everyone knows Mattheo has an oral fixation. But not everyone knows that watching you put anything in your mouth drives him absolutely crazy. From biting your nails, to chewing on your pen, or sucking on a piece of candy. It drives the man feral. Feral.

After hours you two snuck into the girls bathroom so you could get ready for bed before staying the night in his dorm. You face the mirror brushing your teeth, you don’t notice the way he’s watching you. Gagging on your toothbrush lightly, a small white stream of toothpaste dripping down your lips. The way your pouty lips part as you bend over the sink to check your molars thoroughly.

Suddenly poking under your nightgown, he brushes his cock between your thighs. The smallest warning before he makes quick work of your panties and slides into your warm unsuspecting pussy. A muffled moan escapes your lip as he raises his brows in the mirror, shocked at how good it feels.

“Don’t stop baby” he whispers and you struggle to keep brushing as he thrusts lazily into you. Eyes staring only at your mouth even when you feel yourself clench around him. His focus is on thin line of toothpaste dripping out of your lips as he fucks you stupid.

Theodore Nott

“Mine”. That’s what Theo said as soon as you got to his room. Well he didn’t as much say it to you as he did to your breasts. He sat on his bed, his eyes immediately drawn to your chest highlighted by the little tank top you wore.

He reached his arms out for you and when you stood in front of him to give him a hug he immediately buried his face in your breasts.

“Mine…so beautiful” he muttered.

“Well hello to you too,” you begin to say laughing but he doesn’t respond. He is a man starved. His hands trail quickly from your back to the neckline of your top yanking it down. Yes our bra also becomes a casualty, they bunch at your waist biting into your skin. Immediately he licks a nipple. Swirling his tongue. Taking a little bite. Then the other. His hands squeeze softly, then possessively. Making you hiss at the pressure and moan when he sucks harder.

You feel the heat between your thighs building and your hips begin to keen forward as you moan.

“Mmm, Theo please,” you whine begging for more your pussy dripping needing to be touched. But he doesn’t hear you, he doesn’t care to hear you. He releases one of your nipples with a loud pop and looks up at you with swollen lips and eyes full of possession. It told you he was going to have you however he wanted.

“Mine.”

Enzo Berkshire

Your boyfriend had a way with words. He had a cute mouth, a charming mouth and every now and then a smart mouth. You had spent the better part of an hour listening to him chat and flirt with people at a party. Your friends, his friends, all genders. He couldn’t help it. He was just really that charming. It had managed to tick you off and arouse you all at the same time.

The party had left your mind feeling light and hazy but his behavior left a hot sting in your stomach. When you both stumbled into his dorm, his back hit he bed and he laid yawning.

“Must be exhausted after flirting all night,” you snapped not hiding aggravation in your tone.

Enzo only grinned like the charismatic little bastard he is, “really darling, don’t tell me you’re jealous” he practically purred knowing full and well you were. You made quick work of your panties sliding them down as she stood on the side of his bed.

“Not jealous just curious,” you teased as you began to climb in bed. He raised his eyebrow at you as your straddled his face.

“I’m curious if your mouth can do something that doesn’t piss me off,” your voice a mixture of frustration and lust. His hands found purchase on your hips as he pulls you onto his tongue. Eagerly he slides his tongue against you,his jaw moving aggressively. You feel him lightly suck on your clit as he rocks your hips against his face and your brain shortwires.

Draco Malfoy

You hadn’t even had time to fully form a thought about your transfiguration homework before Draco stuffed his cock in your mouth. You knew when his eyes looked like they did, cold and far away that it wasn’t time to give him any lip about it.

His quidditch loss had left him angsty. The veins on his hands protruding as threw his dirty uniform into the hamper. He only had a towel slung across his hips as he walked into his dorm. You sat at your desk about to open your textbook. The sight of you so calm, unfettered by his loss and so beautiful was almost maddening.

The towel laid on the floor, his hand cradled your jaw and he slid in. The thrusts were rough, you gagged softly as his other hand threaded into your hair. His lips parted, eyes unreadable, when he saw yours tear up as he pushed too far he finally let out a groan.

“There we go, pretty little slut” he let out in a breathy growl, “let me use you”.

Blaise Zabini

The metallic taste of the rings on his fingers on your tongue surprised you. You blinked your eyes open half awake. Your body had been flush against Blaise as you slept, unaware he had been staring for ten minutes dying to feel you.

When the saliva coated fingers dragged between your thighs, you let in a soft gasp. His other hand clamped your mouth as he softly teased your clit ignoring your whimpers. Hungry, searching finally when he felt you dripping and ready for him he yielded his touch. Shifting on top of you, his hand never left your mouth. He knew by the half lidded look in your eyes and the way your thighs spread open eagerly that you were needy.

He shoved his cock inside of you, burying it as deeply as he could as his face fell into your shoulder. His free hand pinning your hip so he could control the painfully slow and intense movement. He pushed you over the edge easily and when he finished he rolled back off of you leaving you dripping and breathless as he fell back asleep.

Tom Riddle

Many would assume that it would have been Tom who wanted to use you freely and not the other way around. True dominance for him, wasn’t taking you whenever he wanted. It was knowing he held your desire in the palm of his hand. Nothing made him happier than knowing that you needed him.

Tom was more than happy to lay nude on his bed, on arm behind his head and the other holding a book. The music he usually played while he studied replaced by the sounds of you moaning as you rode his cock eagerly.

Your skin glistened from effort, your cheeks flushed and breath heavy. Your whimpers and whines pleased him as he mulled over the Charm Theories text book in his hand. Only lowering it a moment to catch a glimpse of you trying to desperately chasing your high. You may be using his cock but he denied you the effort, the attention the friction you truly needed. And he loved it.

If you managed to fuck yourself to orgasm with your needy, pathetic movements he would be tickled. Amused. But he preferred you frustrated and desperate for later. Where he would have you on his own terms.

[kaciebello]

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Lorenzo Berkshire

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[nottswitch]

⋆˙⟡♡ VENUS IN LEO

venus in leo is proud and boastful, enjoying all the attention they easily attract. they feed on validation and adoration, and won’t hesitate to make it known. this placement will find a way to make themselves the center of your universe, and you will definitely feel it, in more ways than one.

brother’s bsf!lorenzo berkshire x nott!reader

warnings: 18+ mdni, voyeurism, masturbation (m), the tiniest bit of degradation, cursing

nav // event / more

you had no idea what prompted you to go to your brother’s dorm this late at night. it’s not like you really needed anything, you didn’t have any nightmares, plus, you knew he’d very likely spend the night at some girl’s room. still, something was calling for you, and you found yourself at his door at the ass crack of night. surprisingly, it was cracked open, which was quite a surprise – everyone should’ve already been asleep, no? curiosity won over everything, and you peeped inside, trying your best not to make any sound just in case.

what you saw made your heart leap straight into your throat, and you barely held back from choking on nothing but air.

lorenzo was laid out on his bed, legs slightly spread, completely naked in the dim light of a lamp on his bedside table. one of his hands was moving over his hard, dripping cock colored deep pink, and the other one was massaging his balls. his cheeks were flushed, that much you could see in the dusk, his hair stuck to his damp forehead, and you swore you could distinguish freshly wet streaks of white on his stomach. so it wasn’t the first–

you shook your head, trying to will away the image, but it was damn near impossible when the object of said image was right in front of you, deeply indulged in the very thing you were imagining. your eyes were glued to lorenzo’s hand tightly wrapped around his cock, moving up and down with wet, squelching sounds. just how often had you dreamt of seeing exactly this, of hearing his small sighs and quiet moans as he pleasured himself… you lost count a long long time ago.

heat quickly burned low in your stomach, and you silently cursed at yourself for ending up in such an awkward position – you were still behind the door, in the corridor, and literally anyone could walk by. the last thing you needed was a random slytherin sleaze seeing you touch yourself out in the open. of course, he’d get his jaw broken by theo afterwards, but still, it was an embarrassing thought. nevertheless, your panties were rapidly getting soaked, and you had to squeeze your thighs to try and hold back waves of intense arousal.

unbeknownst to you, enzo was fully aware of your presence. he caught the sight of you peering through the crack in the door a while ago, but didn’t say anything yet. something about the fact that you were watching him while he jerked off – to the thought of you, of course – made the whole experience even more intense, more thrilling. his hand picked up the pace on his cock as he imagined you biting your lip, your pretty eyes fixed on him, your pussy starting to leak into your tiny pajama shorts that he always ogled whenever he was lucky enough to see…

"fuck," he groaned, arching off the bed and squeezing his balls in an attempt to stop the orgasm that threatened to crash into him sooner than he’d like. that single hoarse word from him was entirely too sexy, and you found yourself imagining how his voice would sound with your name on his lips… your cheeks were aflame, but you were too mesmerized by the sight of lorenzo to care.

he was getting close, he knew it, but he didn’t want to cum like that. not when an opportunity to have you presented itself on a silver platter – you were already undoubtedly turned on, he just had a very reliable hunch, and theo was nowhere in sight. he stopped suddenly, and your eyes widened, not really getting why he did that. but when his head turned, and his gaze landed on your face, illuminated by a faint stream of light coming through the crack, your heart dropped to your stomach. but the heat you felt burning down there only grew, spreading all over your body at the realization of being caught red-handed. even though technically, you were the one who caught him first.

"sweetie," lorenzo murmured, a smirk spreading on his face as his thumb lazily moved over the swollen tip of his cock, spreading shiny precum all over. "i can see your pretty face there, you little slut. come inside."

you swallowed thickly, the ‘slut’ going straight into the gutter, making your pussy clench desperately around nothing. you hesitantly opened the door and stepped inside, now getting a full view of lorenzo’s body. it was unfair how handsome he was, slick with sweat and streaks of cum drying on his stomach from the apparent previous orgasm you weren’t a witness off… he chuckled, watching your flustered but curious expression with a smirk firmly planted on his lips.

"come on, babe, don’t be shy. we just have to have some fun now, no? i won’t tell nott, i promise… if you’ll be a good girl, of course."

[pizzaapeteer]

Be nice to me

Summary: Enzo fucks you for your birthday. NSFW 18+, birthday sex, swearing, fem! reader, slight indications of a thicker reader. I used the prompt 'Be nice to me' from here

An: Happy belated birthday to one of my fav friends @suugarbabe!! <3 Hope you enjoy this smutty and mostly written drunk fic! loveeee you always! 1.2k beware it was drunkly proof read.

The glistening of disco balls reflects under the light, bouncing, illuminating around the room in an electrifying way. Coordinately you shine in the centre, feeling irrepressible in your dress and an ultra sparkly tiara throned on the crown of your head. The glow of your success washes over you in throwing yet another vibrant birthday party. Everyone and anyone was here, you weren’t one to skim out on getting extra attention from a few extras. 

Walking with a strut that would cower a bull, you make an advancement over towards the kitchen in dire need of a refreshment. It takes endless energy to talk about yourself for the past few hours, but you’d do it in a heartbeat. It was your birthday, after all. You thrived under attention, drawn to the spotlight like a moth to a flame, entranced with the heads that turned to watch your every move. 

Spoiled, selfish, a little narcissistic perhaps, but that didn’t concern you. In fact, it was everything the man you craved tonight liked, and right now, that was all you wanted. A present that would be worth more than anything your parents spoiled you with - getting into Lorenzo’s pants.

Lucky for you, he stood, reaching over the counter, arranging himself in his own delectable beverage. Greedy fingers grasp around your preferred liquor, an easy excuse to approach him, not that you needed one. “Hey Handsome, having a good time?”

Lorenzo raises his head at the charming, flirtatious tone of your voice, his eyes taking their time, flicking down to snag another look at your birthday attire. He smirks, continuing pouring his drink, “Hey gorgeous, not bad. Though I wouldn't have expected any less of a party from little miss prima donna.” 

You grin, not offended by his slight dig as you edge closer towards him, nestling your shoulders against his, feeling the warmth of his arm. Entranced by the way his forearms flex in his movements of finishing mixing his drink, you run a hand up his shoulder. “You’re not being mean to me on my birthday. Are you now Enzo?” You can’t help but feel his muscles tense underneath your wanton touch, trailing it up till you caress the nape of his neck. 

Eyes lit with intent meet his dark brown ones, watching the way he shivers, releasing a deep chuckle. He shakes his head, “Never.” His throat bobs as he washes the liquor down, unable to take his eyes off you. 

“Good, it's my special day, after all. You have to be nice to me.” A glossy grin spreads as you run your fingers into his hair. 

He raises a brow. “Oh, do I just? How nice, sweetheart?” 

Your eyes sparkle with mischief and brazenness to his question, grabbing his hand with impure intention. He doesn’t protest, letting you drag him with a surprisingly tight grip towards the nearest bathroom. 

Next thing you know, he’s got you pressed up against the basin, his lips meshing with yours in a heated, sultry kiss. Hands groping eagerly, sliding under your dress with little respect, groping at your ass. Large hands flex over the wide skin, squeezing, spreading before he lifts you up onto the counter. 

Your hands thread into his hair with a roughness that entices deep groans from his sweet lips, his breath hot on yours. He shoves your dress, riding it higher up your generous thighs, yanking your #spoiled printed panties, causing a chuckle from him before he yanks them off. It’s all moving so fast, you’re not even sure if you locked the door properly, feeling the fresh air hit your soaking cunt. 

There's no time to worry as he pulls your legs forwards to the edge, throwing them over his shoulders, bending, he flattens his tongue licking up your slit. You struggle to watch the beauty that sits before you while Enzo laps continuously, his tongue expectedly gliding over every sensitive crevice of your clit. He peers up at you grinning satisfyingly, watching at how desperate you’re becoming for him, sliding two fingers in you. 

“Such a pretty pussy.” His eyes zone in on watching your hole stretch around his digits, listening to the sweet sounds of your moans. Biting his lip, his mind wandering to later at the bragging opportunity he’ll get to boast about to his friends, at every desperate whine you spill. 

He doesn’t wait for you to come and ignores your small complaints, pulling you in for a kiss, testing your flexibility. His hands move quickly, unbuckling his belt before lowering your legs off him, spreading them along the basin further. “Relax sweetheart.. Imma be so nice. Let you have the privilege of cumming on this thick cock.”

Watching with hungry eyes when he showcases his cock, and he smirks at your expression, only fueling his arrogance further. “How badly do you want me princess?”

With an arched back against the mirror, you stretch out your hands trying to grip him to come closer and frown, “I don’t beg Berkshire, and definitely not on my birthday so just-” Cut off with a loud gasp as he slides himself in, instantly filling you up. 

“Fuck, course you wouldn’t, princess,” He groans, his voice filled with sarcasm, his hips not waiting before they thrust, his cock gliding tightly against your warm walls. “Merlin, if I’d known you were gonna feel this good, I wouldn’t have waited this long.” 

All logical thoughts about whether the bathroom is soundproof or unlocked fly out the window in your pure pleasure. His hands press, widening your legs, rocking his hips smoothly in and out of your pussy. His cock’s the perfect length, it's already scraping against your g spot, causing you to become a whiney, filthy mess. The edging orgasm he left you without from oral spikes making you overwhelmed in your heighten state. 

“Enzo-Enzo, fuck fuck, I’m gonna cum already!” 

He groans. Usually this would agitate him as his hips pick up pace, his brows scrunching as the skin slapping hard together. He flickers his eyes over you, relishing in the worn out state you're displaying to him. He almost felt like it was his birthday instead. “It’s alright sweetheart, just this one time I'll let you cum earlier.”

You're too out of it to register his words about a second time, happily soaking up his permission to cum. Desperately, your hands reach out for something to grip before the coil snaps within you, succumbing to your body in bliss. With a loud moan, your head bangs against the mirror, your tiara tipping down as you fall apart, cumming over his cock. 

He groans at the way your pussy clenches, squeezing the thick of his cock, coating it in your warm wetness. “Fuck.. god I'm gonna -” His hips jut sloppily as he reaches his high as well, spilling his seed inside you.

He breathes rapidly, trying to calm his beating chest, fingers still dug into your thighs flesh. He releases his iron grip, smoothly rubbing the soft skin and takes in how spent you look. Pulling out, he fixes himself up and notices your tilted tiara. He chuckles, flashing you a smirk as he licks his lips briefly and fixes it, “Don’t go losing your crown."

He gazes over at you again, enjoying how wrecked you look. He tugs your dress down, helping you off the counter his hands steadying your wobbly form. With a surprisingly sweet kiss that doesn't match his words, he whispers, "Was that nice enough?"

Masterlist

[iamgonnagetyouback]

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synopsis: getting hexed in dada was bad enough, but getting magically handcuffed to lorenzo berkshire for an entire day? pure torture. he’s too loud, too cheerful, and way too amused by your suffering. but as the hours pass, you start moving in sync—almost like you’re not complete opposites. almost like you don’t mind him as much as you thought. almost content warnings: accidental physical touch, lorenzo being insufferably charming, reader is stubbornly in denial, but lorenzo isn’t letting that slide, golden retriever x black cat energy author's note ￫ i love enzo in this so much! also this is my first time participating so tell me if if i'm doing it wrong ♡ a part of @thatdammchickennugget 's hogmarch 2025 (week 1) ୨ৎ everyone participate it's so fun ‹𝟹 give love to mari ♡

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Professor Snape always said that Defense Against the Dark Arts required precision, control, and a keen sense of awareness. Unfortunately for you, the combination of Lorenzo Berkshire and an overenthusiastic classmate resulted in none of the above.

One second, you were minding your own business, sitting as far from Lorenzo as humanly possible. The next, a rogue hex from across the room ricocheted off the chandelier and struck you both square in the wrists.

A brilliant flash of blue light later, you found yourself—horrifyingly—chained to Lorenzo Berkshire.

"Well," Lorenzo hummed, lifting his wrist with an infuriatingly amused expression. The golden cuffs shimmered between you, connecting your hands by a short, unyielding chain. "This is unfortunate."

You yanked at the chain, scowling. "For me? Absolutely."

He gasped, dramatically pressing his free hand to his chest. "And here I thought you secretly adored me, darling."

"If I had a wand right now, I'd hex you so hard you'd wake up in next week."

Snape—who had been flipping through an old textbook—sighed. "Ah, yes. A Binding Misfire. Quite rare. It seems the hex locked onto the strongest magical force nearby…"

You turned to Lorenzo with a glare. "Great. Of course I get stuck with you."

He beamed. "Fate, darling. Can’t fight it."

Snape cleared his throat. "The spell will wear off on its own by midnight. Until then, try to—ah—cooperate."

You groaned. Lorenzo, meanwhile, grinned like Christmas had come early.

HOUR ONE

The walk to your next class was a disaster.

Lorenzo, being the golden retriever of a human being that he was, had the audacity to skip. Not walk, not stroll—skip. And because of the short length of the chain binding your wrists together, you had no choice but to stumble along, barely managing to stay on your feet.

"Can you not drag me around like an overexcited child?" you snapped, yanking the chain in an attempt to slow him down.

He turned to you with wide, innocent eyes, as if he hadn’t just nearly yanked your arm out of its socket. “But we’re a team now, darling! Gotta stay in sync.”

You shot him a glare. "I would rather be eaten by a Hippogriff."

Lorenzo just grinned, completely unbothered. “Nah, you’d miss me too much.”

Before you could come up with a suitably scathing response, he spun—actually spun—on his heel, causing the chain to twist between you and yank you forward. You collided into his side with a huff, and he caught you effortlessly, like this was some kind of grand performance rather than your personal hell.

"See?" he teased, arm wrapping around your shoulder like it was natural. "You love being this close to me."

"I loathe you," you muttered, shoving him off as best as you could with one hand still chained to his.

He only laughed, bright and carefree, like this was the best day of his life. You, on the other hand, were already counting down the hours until midnight.

HOUR TWO

It turned out that being handcuffed to someone made simple tasks—like writing—not just impossible, but downright infuriating.

You both sat at a shared desk in Charms, your chained hands stretched awkwardly over the parchment, the chain taut between you. Every time you moved your quill, Lorenzo's arm jerked along with it, making your handwriting look like a toddler’s first attempt at spellwork.

"I write with my right hand," you gritted out, already feeling a headache forming.

"Me too!" Lorenzo said cheerfully, as if this was some exciting discovery rather than a complete and utter disaster.

You turned to glare at him. He just grinned.

"Well, one of us has to use our left hand," you muttered, shifting in your seat in a futile attempt to get more space.

Lorenzo pouted, tilting his head dramatically. "But I like my right hand."

"So do I!"

A beat of silence. You could practically see the gears turning in his head before his face lit up with an idea. That never meant anything good.

"Let's write together."

Before you could even begin to protest, he grabbed your hand and guided it over the parchment, his fingers wrapping around yours. His touch was warm—annoyingly so—as he moved both of your hands in tandem, the quill scratching across the parchment with exaggerated loops.

When he finally pulled back, you stared at the words in horror:

I'm very grateful to have Professor Snape as my teacher.

Lorenzo beamed like he'd just created a masterpiece.

"I hate this," you muttered, staring at the parchment like it had personally offended you.

"I love this," he said brightly, giving your wrist an affectionate squeeze before going back to definitely not letting you do your work in peace.

HOUR FIVE

By the time dinner rolled around, you'd begrudgingly started moving in sync. You walked at the same pace, turned corners together, and after an unfortunate incident where you nearly took his head off with a spoon, you’d even figured out how to eat without total catastrophe.

Lorenzo, of course, was thriving.

"You know," he mused, idly twirling his fork between his fingers, "this really isn't so bad."

You shot him a withering look, stabbing your food with unnecessary aggression. "Speak for yourself."

He gasped, hand flying to his chest in mock devastation. "Are you saying you don’t love spending every second with me?"

"If I had my wand, I would—"

"Yeah, yeah, hex me into next week," he interrupted, waving his free hand dismissively. "You say that a lot, you know. Almost like you don't actually want me gone. Cause you only say next week, that must mean you want me back after a week. You know, darling, if we're stuck here, we might as well make the best of it."

You opened your mouth to argue—because you absolutely wanted him gone, obviously, and you definitely didn't want to make the best of it—but before you could, he suddenly grabbed your wrist, his fingers brushing over the cuff.

Your breath hitched.

"What are you—?"

"You're red," he murmured, his voice softer now, more thoughtful. His thumb moved in slow, soothing circles over your skin where the cuff had rubbed it raw. "Should’ve said something, love."

You should’ve pulled away. Should’ve rolled your eyes, made a snide remark, something to ignore the way your stomach flipped at the casual intimacy of it.

But you just sat there, frozen, pulse thrumming just a little too fast.

You hated him. You really, really did.

Except when he did things like this.

"Careful, darling," he murmured, looking up at you through his lashes, a slow grin tugging at his lips. "You're starting to like me."

Your heart stuttered.

You scowled, yanking your wrist back. "I'd rather kiss a Dementor."

Lorenzo just laughed like he already knew the truth. You hated that.

HOUR TWELVE

The spell broke just as you were heading to the dorms. With a soft pop, the cuffs vanished.

Lorenzo lifted his now-free wrist, wiggling his fingers as if testing his newfound independence. "Well, darling, it's been an honor."

You rolled your eyes. "Don't call me that."

"Don't miss me too much," he teased, taking a step back, his usual grin firmly in place.

You should've felt relieved. You should've been celebrating your newfound freedom. Instead, your wrist felt oddly cold without his touch.

"Goodnight, love," he added, shooting you one last smirk before turning on his heel and walking away.

You exhaled sharply, pressing your palm against your wrist where his fingers had been only moments ago.

Maybe—just maybe—you did like him.

A little.

Maybe.

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[winnie1emon]

“I’m a man now”

lorenzo berkshire x american!reader (fem pov)

word count: approx. 1.3k

cw: mdni!! kind of childhood friends to lovers, sort of rekindling, cursing, heavy makeout, sexual language, tiniest bit of fluff (?)

an: lowkey not proofread since I did this instead of sleeping, first piece of work on this blog, title may or may not be a play on louis’ role in enola holmes haha

As sweat began to bead on your forehead, you shielded your eyes from the raging sun, watching the ice cream from Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour melt in your hand. In your other hand, were bags of books, a new set of robes, and a brand new cauldron for you to start your final year of education but first school year at Hogwarts after having transferred from Ilvermorny. 

You turned your head to look behind yourself, seeing your mom chatting animatedly with her friend who you know to be Mrs. Berkshire. You remembered her obscurely from the summers she would spend in America when you were younger, bringing along her son– Lorenzo.

Lorenzo was walking beside his mother, casually eating his ice cream without a care in the world. You used to spend time with him as kids in the summer, but it had been about 5 years and you definitely had suspicions about his newfound personality. Despite your mother's insistence on you rekindling your friendship with the seemingly sweet Lorenzo, you spent most of the afternoon purposefully walking ahead of him or trailing slowly behind him. Stopping at a trashcan to wipe your hands with a tissue and throw away the remainder of your ice cream cone, you’re startled when your mother suddenly speaks to you. 

“Got everything you need?” She asks, placing a hand on your back. Regaining your breath, you turned to her, wiping off a bit of sweat on your forehead. 

“Yeah, mom, scared me. Can we go now? It’s terrible out here,” you complained, squinting at the sun. You looked around the bustling environment of Diagon Alley and saw Lorenzo staring at you from the corner of your eye. He stood there, tall and handsome, the sun hitting him in all the right ways. You shut your eyes for a second before opening them back up at your mom in an attempt to distract yourselves from his appearance. 

“Mhm, we’re going to stop by the Leaky Cauldron first though, Lorenzo’s hungry,” she told you. Noticing the hesitant nod you gave her, she added, “Y/n.. you guys used to be such great little friends, why don’t you sit beside him once we sit down to eat?” A slight frown formed on your face as you mumbled a small sure and began to walk towards the Leaky Cauldron with your mom, Lorenzo and his mother following behind. 

As the four of you entered the pub, your mother sat beside Lorenzo’s, giving you a knowing smile. You dubiously took the seat beside Lorenzo, averting your gaze, determined to stare at your mother’s eyebrows and zone out. You’re brought back to reality as Mrs. Berkshire orders. “Three butterbeers and a, uh hot tea for me please,” she smiled at the waiter. The moment the waiter left, you realized it would be the most awkward wait ever, so you excused yourself.

“Just going to use the bathroom real quick.” 

You entered the small, dingy bathroom that was dimmed, noticing the lack of foot space. You looked in the mirror, dabbing off a bit of the extra sweat you had from outside off your chest with some toilet paper. You reached down to your low-rise jeans, fishing your lipgloss out of your pocket. Reapplying the lipgloss, you saw the door open behind you through the mirror and flinched, turning around immediately, hands behind you, resting on the sink. “Holy shit! Who the fuck..” you huffed out, holding your hand to your heart. “Lorenzo. Why would you–?”

“Sorry, sorry,” he smiled, holding his hands up in mock surrender. “I didn’t mean to scare you.” 

“Mhm, coming into the bathroom unannounced; a sure way to lull someone into comfort,” you retorted. “Wh-what are you even doing here?” You furrowed your brows in confusion, staring at his face. 

“You know,” he shrugged nonchalantly. “Just wanted to see why you were avoiding me.”

“Avoiding you?” you asked incredulously. “There’s no reason for me to avoid you,” you added defensively. “What, you thought I was too scared to talk to you this whole time?”

“Look, there’s no,” he scoffed. “--there’s no need to lie,” he grinned, stepping closer, and you could almost convince yourself that he gazed at the sweat glistening on your chest momentarily. “You don’t have to tell me, it’s fine.” You furrowed your brows from his change of heart and said nothing. “So,” he exhaled. “What have you been up to?"

“Nothing really… bit bummed I had to move, but it’s whatever now,” you shrugged, grateful for the change in direction. “You?” 

“Yeah same, nothing too. Why don’t you like it here?” Lorenzo asked. 

“Dunno… seems a bit boring here. Plus all the guys I’ve seen so far– they seem so immature. The amount of yelling I heard in Flourish and Blotts; insanity.,” you groaned. “They’re all just little boys to me honestly.” Your eyes darted around the bathroom, pursing your lips slightly. 

“Pfft, yeah. I get what you mean, some of them are horrible.”

“They were like you when you used to come over to America,” you teased, a small smile forming on your face. “A complete twit as you people call it.”

“Please,” he sighed. “I’m a man now.”

“Mmm, uh huh,” you nodded hesitantly. The mood somehow shifted, the air becoming palpable. “I’m sure you are.” You gave him half a smile, teasingly. To your surprise, Lorenzo stepped forward, taking one of your hands into both of his and looked into your eyes.

“Missed you.” He said that so casually, the words coming out of his mouth like he had been itching to say those words for an eternity. Taken aback by the change of tone, you paused for a few seconds before saying,

“I missed you too. You’re quite handsome now; did you know?"

Lorenzo placed a hand on your jaw, lightly rubbing it. “Y’think so? Cause you’re not so bad yourself.” Your lips parted slightly, but no sound came out of your mouth. His eyes darted around your face, from your eyes, to your lips, even to your flushing cheeks. 

“Lorenzo?” You asked, receiving a quiet hm from him in return. “What are you doing?” you asked, unable to contain a giddy grin. 

“I mean, I think I’m about to kiss you, but I’m not entirely sure,” he answered cheekily. 

“Oh, just do it you absolute twat,” you sighed.

 And that he did. Lorenzo met your lips with his own, his hand snaking around your back. The kisses, at first, were light, you guys pulling away every so often to catch your breaths before he started to kiss you sloppily with increased fervor.

His hands trailed from your back, one resting on your waist, the other reaching down to your ass. You let out a small gasp in surprise, biting your lips to suppress a moan as he reeled you closer to him, grasping at your ass. Pulling your lips away from his, forehead to forehead, he met your surprised look with a coy smile before grazing your swollen lips once more, slipping his tongue into your mouth.

As he pushed your back into the sink, you pulled away, both of your breathing ragged, some stray strands of hair sticking to your face. “Hey…” you exhaled out. “Don’t you think our moms are getting suspicious since we’re taking so long?” You gave him a dazed look, wiping off the excess lipgloss from his lips with your thumb.

“Nah, I told them I was going upstairs to see a friend who’s staying here,” he said, his body still yearning for your touch. 

“Well, what about me?” you questioned. ‘Wh-what will I say?” 

“Just say you blew up the toilet or something…” he teased, his face still tinged with a rosy hue. “I’m kidding, I’m very mature.”

You bit back a giggle, rolling your eyes. “You’re really not, you are making me enjoy my move much, much more.”

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