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lilithslittleworld · 5 months ago

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The Chosen One

A/N: First Harry fanfic whoop whoop! I realize this is a lil kinky and for that I will not apologize lol.

also this is a tiktok that kind of fueled this fanfic??? *dying*

CW: 18+, fingering, oral sex, bondage, humiliation, Harry (sub) x Reader (dom)

Summary: Tying knots is a very useful charm, especially if faced with danger. But you can think of a better use for it.

"It is very simple," Flitwick's voice echoed against the cold, stone walls of the classroom, "One must simply repeat the incantation 'Nodare nodum' and in a matter of milliseconds, the person or object to who it was directed to will find themselves unable to move."

You sat wedged between Harry Potter and Neville Longbottom, both of which had begun practicing the charm on the little piece of string Professor Flitwick had handed out at the beginning of the class. But you were still close enough to overhear the boys' conversations.

"I heard Fred say he used this on a girl a couple of years ago," Ron whispered to Harry, his eyes wide with curiosity.

Harry paid no attention to his friend's remark, far too absorbed in his incantation. Ron huffed at his indifference and was suddenly annoyed with the string in front of him.

"How would that even work?" Harry finally took the bait, only he was serious about his question.

Ron perked up immediately, turning his whole body and attention to his friend. "Well, I never really asked. Kind of gross to think about what my brothers do and don't do. But I think it's to keep one of you still?"

"Okay, okay, okay. I get it, Ron," Harry blushed, returning to the task at hand. You were sure you had seen his eyes widen with excitement at Ron's words but you couldn't be sure. What you did know was that your afternoon with Harry had just become much more interesting.

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There was a soft knock at your door and you were sure it was Harry. To no surprise, there he stood, wand and all, ready to go over potions, your weakest subject.

"Hello, Y/N," Harry smiled politely at you as he walked into your empty dormitory room. Thankfully, your roommates were out at the quidditch pitch, at the library, or God knows where else.

"Hey, Harry," you nodded in response, pulling up a chair for him at your desk. You groaned at the sight of today's lecture notes, dreading the class ahead.

"Don't worry, I think I've found a way to make it more interesting and a little easier to understand," he said gently, as you put your face in your hands. He rubbed your back awkwardly until you peeked up at him, ready to begin the lecture.

Harry made an effort throughout the session to try and make it fun, just as he'd said. But there were more important things on your mind. You weren't crazy for the idea you had, as it was obvious that Harry had a crush on you, though he'd never admit to it alone. The way his stutter came up the second you appeared, all of the hours spent tutoring you so you wouldn't fall behind, and the way his cheeks turned pink when you ran into him. The boy was simply shy and would never make the first move, or any move for that matter.

"What did you think about the new charm?" you asked innocently, rolling your quill around your partially completed homework.

Harry scribbled away but paused to contemplate your question. "I think it can come in handy for a number of situations," he replied. And that was the end of the conversation for the rest of the hour.

You felt deflated after your little studying session, partly due to potions being the subject and partly because of Harry's disinterest. But then something unexpected happened.

"Can I ask you something, Y/N?" Harry asked, as he gathered the last of his supplies from your desk. His facial expression was unreadable but the way he fidgeted with the corner of his cloak gave away his nervousness.

"Of course," you answered warmly.

Harry seemed to struggle to find the words to say because he was silent for half a minute, his eyebrows pinched, almost disappearing behind the curve of his glasses. "It's silly but Ron said something in Charms and it got me wondering. He said Fred had used the spell on girls, when they had...um- you know. Is that something girls really like?" Harry's face was now bright red and his gaze was trained on the floor.

You smiled at the blushing boy before you, trying so hard to contain the laughter that was just about to burst out of you. "Well not all girls, Harry, it just depends on who you ask."

Harry's eyes still wouldn't meet yours. "Is that...something you like?"

"Well, it's not something I've tried yet but it's definitely appealing," you smirked, suddenly aware of the speed at which your heart was beating.

He lifted his eyes to yours, the embarrassment on his cheeks still hadn't vanished completely but it was less pronounced now. "I haven't really tried anything at all if that makes you feel any better," he confessed.

"Well," you said softly, "that's something we could change right now. Aren't you the Chosen One?"

Harry laughed, shaking his head incredulously. "God, what a stupid nickname, huh?"

"I wasn't kidding, you know?" you said.

"I don't even know what to do, Y/N," he sighed, "It won't be any good even if it's something I've dreamed about doing."

The heat under between your tightly pressed legs grew at the idea of Harry thinking about kissing you, touching you, being inside of you. "I can teach you. Tutoring 2.0."

Harry considered your offer in silence, fidgeting with his hands as he did. "Okay. Teach me," he said eagerly, nudging his glasses back into place that had begun to slide down his nose.

You smiled, taking a few short steps until your face was just inches away from his. "So," you began, reaching out a tentative hand to stroke his face with your gentle touch, "You said you've been dreaming about doing this with me?"

Harry's breath quickened as you touched him and you could feel his pulse speeding up as you trailed your fingers down his neck. "I have," he whispered.

"Hmmm...and what have you absolutely dreamed about doing to me?" you murmured, bringing your lips to his neck as Harry stifled a moan.

"I think about you all the time. About how you must kiss, how soft and warm your skin would feel against mine, how you must sound," he choked out, his lips curving into a slight smile as he confessed his fantasies. The poor boy was so clearly flustered by just the idea of you but he seemed to relish it.

Suddenly your lips were on his, no longer interested in formalities. Harry's lips moved earnestly against yours as if you were the air he breathed, the gravity that held him to this Earth. He was a surprisingly good kisser for not having had much experience. You ran your fingers through his hair, feeling Harry sigh into your mouth as he ran his hands down your back, pulling you closer to him.

"What else do you think about?" you asked him breathlessly, pulling away to kiss his neck. You knew you had found his sweet spot when the moans he had tried to contain before came tumbling from his lips.

"M-me doing anything and everything you ask me to," he breathed, closing his eyes as your lips made their way down his clothed chest and torso. A shiver ran down your spine as he said those words, his desire for you was now so clear.

"You think you can handle me, huh?" you teased, just barely lifting his shirt with your nose, your lips grazing his stomach. You could feel his stomach quivering beneath your lips, your nose brushing his happy trail, taking in his musk.

"I'm a big boy," he replied, squeezing his eyes shut as you continued to taunt him, sounding so sure of himself.

You were on your knees now, eyelevel with the bulge that was now so visibly tight against his pants. You ran a hand gently over his contained erection, feeling him twitch underneath the cloth that separated you from his skin, his moans now uncontainable.

"Please, Y/N," Harry groaned, the pleading had reached his lust-filled eyes but hearing him beg was all you ever wanted. You had half a mind to tear off his robe along with the rest of his clothes but you knew you needed to pace this evening for the sake of both of you.

Your fingers undid the button on his pants easily, pulling them down as you left Harry in just his checkered boxers and shirt.

"Take off your shirt," you instructed, smiling up at him angelically. Harry nodded intently as he pulled the fabric over his head. His pale chest was slim but strong, a taste of abs showing up further down.

"Perfect," you murmured, kissing his navel and stopping at the edge of his boxers. In one swift tug, they were at his ankles, exposing his warm, hard dick that had bounced against his stomach. You brought your lips softly to his length, kissing it as you made your way up to his tip, your own cunt fluttering as you heard him moaning above you.

"Tie me," he whispered, his eyebrows furrowed in pleasure as you continued to kiss him.

You stopped at his words, his cock in your hand. "Are you sure?"

Harry nodded, his eager smile lighting up his face as you grabbed your wand from your desk. You pointed it at him before whispering "Nodare nodum" and in an instant, Harry's hands were tied behind his back and kneeling before you.

"What are you going to do?"

You took a step back, wordlessly, as you undid your robe, leaving you in your favorite lingerie set. Harry's eyes lit up at the sight of you, you swore you saw him squirm for a second. You leaned down over him, pressing your lips to his, tasting his desperation as you undid your bra.

"You're so beautiful," he breathed, looking up at you through his glasses. You smiled, caressing his face with a gentle hand, watching as he leaned his weight against it.

"Wanna taste?" you asked him, playing with your boobs.

"God, yes," he whined, his puppy eyes were working their magic on you. You straddled him, ignoring the fact that you were probably crushing his knees in the process, bringing your breasts closer to his already open mouth. You weren't expecting his mouth to feel so good, so heavenly against your boobs but it did. His tongue swirling around your hardened nipple, his lips dragging themselves along your chest as he sucked on your other boob. The noises he made were exquisite and you could feel him growing harder by the minute between your legs. You took on the silent cue, grinding your cunt against him, both of your moans filling the room.

"Y/N," Harry panted as he struggled to free his hands from the knots he had so desperately begged for before, "Need to feel you."

"Only if you promise to listen to what I say," you murmured, grinding against him at an unbelievable pace. He felt so fucking good beneath you.

"I'll do anything you say," he promised. You pointed your wand at him once again, speaking the word "consummavi" as you watched the ropes untie themselves and vanish in the air.

Harry's hands found your body clumsily, pulling you to him as his lips came crashing against yours. He broke away to kiss your neck, your chest, and over your panties.

"You can take those off," you said, your body trembling with anticipation for some sort of release. You just knew Harry's tongue would do wonders to your aching pussy.

He rolled the flimsy fabric down your hips, his eyes glued to you, gasping when he saw you.

"Lie down," he said, his hands guiding you back towards your bed, laying you gently down on it.

"Looks like someone's taking over," you laughed breathlessly, watching as Harry lowered himself onto his knees, his elbows resting on the edge of your bed, now eyelevel with your open legs.

"I couldn't contain myself," he sighed as he pressed his lips to your inner thighs, his warm breath teasing you, "You're so beautiful, Y/N."

You reached a hand out to stroke his hair as he brought his lips against you. He kissed your cunt with feather-like lips, sending a wave of pleasure through your body. Harry's tongue soon made contact with your sensitive bud, tracing soft circles against it as your fingers gripped his hair.

"Harry," you moaned as you looked down at him, a beautiful sight. He kept going, his circles getting faster, the pressure getting harder. You could feel yourself get closer with every second that ticked by, your hips bucking involuntarily against his face.

"Mmm," he breathed, sending vibrations that coursed through your entire being. He was surprisingly magnificent at eating you out, despite it being his first time. But Harry was a fast learner.

"Harry," you tried again but were interrupted by another moan that slipped from your lips, "I want you inside of me."

Harry's tongue slowed down slightly, his eyes meeting yours with an excited expression behind them. After a few seconds, he pulled his lips away from you, climbing up on top of you, his lips against yours.

You broke away from the kiss before it lead to something more. "How about you try that charm on me?" you winked at him, getting down on all fours before him, you back to him and your arms extended back towards him.

"Merlin," Harry breathed, his eyes widening as he realized what you were saying, "Only if you want."

"I do," you assured him. Harry pulled out his wand from his crumpled up robe on the floor and spoke the incantation, the rope tying your hands behind your back. They were surprisingly soft, compared to the one you had practiced on in the lecture.

"Harry," you whined, suddenly impatient with the fact that you still felt nothing, "Please."

In an instant, you felt Harry's hands on your ass, steadying you as to not fall forward. You could feel him spreading you open once more, lining himself with your opening. You whined as he pushed himself slowly into you, surprised at how big he felt inside of you.

"God," Harry choked out, his grip tightening as he felt you, "You feel incredible."

"So do you," you cooed, silently hoping he would soon speed up, "You can go faster."

Harry hesitated, peering over at you. "Are you sure this doesn't hurt?"

You shook your head, "It feels bloody amazing." Harry groaned in response, pulling himself halfway out of you before pushing his cock back inside of you. His hips slapped against your ass, his hands holding your own tied hands as he sped up. You moaned as he hit your G-spot, clenching around him, feeling him twitch deep within you.

"Just like that," you whimpered, the pleasure overwhelming your every sense. You couldn't think straight, all you could think about was Harry's dick going in and out of you.

Harry wasn't any better, his own groans interrupting his incoherent sentences, your name spilling from his lips, hips bucking into your at a delicious speed.

"Y/N," he pleaded breathlessly, "I'm close," was all he could say.

"Cum inside of me," you encouraged him, knowing you too were close to your own orgasm.

"Bloody hell that's hot," Harry groaned, his thrusts slowly becoming sloppier as he neared his climax. You, however, beat him to it. Your orgasm came like a giant wave of pleasure, momentarily blinding you as you felt yourself clench around him, moaning his name as you did. Harry came seconds after you did, his hands gripping your hips tightly, panting your name as he buried himself deep inside of you one last time. Breathlessly, he nuzzled his head against your back, his arms enveloping your waist.

"Wow," he sighed, planting soft kisses on your back and nape.

"Wow, indeed," you agreed, trying hard to catch your own breath, "Think you could untie me?"

Harry apologized profusely and repetitively as you assured him that you were fine. He reached for his wand, whispering "consummavi" as your wrists became bare. You turned to Harry and found him slightly sweaty, cheeks pink, and with a smile, his disheveled hair framing his face. You pulled him back to your bed, nestling your body in his lap, his arms around you as he stroked your arms, your face, your hair.

"You were incredible," Harry said, his lips in your hair.

"Says you," you laughed, "I wouldn't have known it was your first time if you hadn't told me."

Harry smiled, shaking his head slightly, "I don't know about that. But it was even better than I had dreamed."

"Well, you can end your dreaming because I'm all yours, Harry," you whispered.

"Yeah?" he said, pulling you closer to him, his heart beating gently in your right ear as you pressed your head onto his bare chest, "I've been waiting a long time for this day."

"I'm choosing you, Chosen One," you joked, poking his arm as Harry laughed.

"You know," he said, "There is a certain ring to it when you say it..."

You laughed, craning your neck up to kiss the boy you loved once more.

"I'm choosing you too."

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A/N: Okay so Harry kind of dommed for a bit at the end, switch coded fr.

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smut-anarchy · 11 days ago

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Own Me - Chapter Four

Tags: Dom!Mattheo, Gryffandor!Reader, Cursing, Blackmail, Anxiety!Reader, Dubious Consent, Spanking, Language, M**blood Slur

Word Count: 4,187 Words

Chapter Four: Reaping Rewards... And Punishments Too

How did my life turn into this?

After kissing you stupid in the broom closet Mattheo only interacted with you during classes. You were thankful for the break from him, your neurons still fried from his amazingly wicked lips. You felt lost, there was the part of you with hatred for his arrogance and the manipulation he’s put you through. But smaller, growing part of you was feeling the sweltering heat of lust, an ache not only wanting a repeat of the kiss but even more than that.

You’d only shared two other kisses in your time at Hogwarts, one an extremely awkward moment between you and Neville Longbottom during a game of truth or dare in your third year. Needless to say, it had been nothing you were interested in repeating with the fellow Gryffindor, and it took a year and a half for Neville to make eye contact with you again. The other had been a simple cheek kiss from Harry after giving him some valuable information you’d known of the Hungarian Horntail dragon he was set to face during the Triwizard Tournament in your fourth year, and though pleasant it hardly awakened any feelings inside you the way Mattheo had with his teeth and tongue.

On Friday night, your owl, a barn owl you affectionally named Hootie-Pie, flew into your room with a black paper bag and a green envelope. Softly petting her soft feathers and cooing a thanks to her you accepted the bag, tearing open the letter immediately.

Halloween party tomorrow - 7PM. You’re serving drinks, Kitten.

Part one of your punishment is in the bag.

M.R.

You felt your stomach plummet, terrified of what punishment could be in the bag. To your horror it was a black velvet strapless bodysuit with matching elbow length gloves, a cat-eared headband, a cat tail attachment and a chunky collar with a comically huge bell and large green tag that said ‘Kitty’. You didn’t know where Mattheo could even get something this tacky or racy, but you were pissed.

Your rage only grew further when you’d slipped the costume on an hour before the party, that fucker had charmed the ears and tail to twitch and sway like a real cat, the movements being attuned to your mood.

This was only part one of your punishment, so the logical part of your brain pleaded with you to behave tonight. You often had to remind yourself that Mattheo held your future in his cruel hands while you dressed in the costume, only adjusting it to add some long black thigh high stockings to give you a semblance of covering.

You’d worn your robes down to the Slytherin common room, not willing to risk being caught by a professor or Filch in such an indecent costume. When you got close enough you saw Theo leaning casually against the wall, a mischievous glint in his eyes upon seeing you.

“Piccola leonessa, I’ve been asked to retrieve you this fine evening.” He greeted, doing a small bow in front of you. You couldn’t help but let out a small giggle at the ridiculous image of the tall boy bowing to you, his joke slightly setting your nerves at ease.

“Such a gentleman, Nott.” You grinned, “Maybe I got stuck with the wrong Slytherin.” He chuckled, his eyes dropping to look you over.

“I wouldn’t say that too soon Piccolina. The robes, I’ve been told to take them from you.” He held his hand out expectantly, giving you a playful lopsided grin. You scowled back at him, but nonetheless shrugged off the fabric providing you coverage and dropped it into his awaiting hand. You refused to let any shame grow under his inspecting eyes, straightening yourself and sliding your hand to your hip in a challenging pose.

Theo let his eyes wander over your figure shamelessly, a whistle coming out of his mouth as he stared appreciatively, “Merda, you look good enough to eat.”

Theo’s reaction was definitely a confidence booster; You felt weirdly naked without one of your chunky sweaters, not used to showing as much skin as you were. Still, you steeled yourself, embracing the boldness within so you could get through this night.

“Thank you, Nott, though I can hardly take credit. Mattheo picked it out.” You mused, growing more brazen under Theo’s gaze.

“Remind me the thank him then.” He mumbled, his eyes finally reaching back to yours, the steel grey orbs filled with heat.

“Not that I mind the attention but don’t you and your little friends have a rule about mixing with mudbloods, Nott?” You wondered aloud. Since you and Draco’s little tiff the question has been on your mind, as long as you’d been serving Mattheo no one else had elected to use the word to you or in front of you.

“The only one that cares is Draco,” Theo chucked, “And that’s mostly because he can’t handle that he wants to fuck Granger but has to settle for Parkinson. The rest of us enjoy our muggle relations studies from time to time.” Your mouth dropped open in shock.

Oh Godric, I can’t believe Luna was right!

“You bunch of sluts!” You’d gaped, the information far too mind blowing for your brain. Theo laughed, amused by your astonishment.

“Well then,” He cleared his throat, “Shall we, piccola?” He outstretched his arm to you. You rolled your eyes, but looped your own through his. He spoke the password and the door appeared, Theo accompanying you down the stairs.

“So be honest,” You started, “Am I the only one in costume?” Theo wasn’t wearing one, if you were you going to have to fight embarrassment all night long.

“No, everyone is wearing a costume.” Theo answered, his voice betraying his laughing smile.

“But you aren’t wearing one.”

“I have a mask, I’ll put it on later.” You nodded. The closer you got to the common room the more your nerves started to rile up in your body. Theo, somehow sensing your unease, stopped right before the opening.

“A word of advice, leonessa?” Theo offered. You shook your head at him, with the bundle of nerves in your stomach you’d take any advice.

“Behave tonight. Make him happy and he’ll reward you.”

Your face scrunched up at the thought, making Mattheo happy seemed impossible, there was no telling what the unpredictable boy wanted from you. However, the prospect of a reward was enticing, you looked at Theo with curiosity, lips ready to ask questions. The Slytherin must have anticipated this, ushering you into the full common room with an impish grin.

You followed Theo through the throng of people, the seemingly endless waves of people parting for him with ease. He led you to the couches in the middle of the room where the group had set up for the night. Enzo, dressed as a pirate, was filling up two fire whiskey shots. Next to him was Blaise, who opted for his quidditch Jersey over a traditional costume. Across for them sat a bored looking Draco, a silver crown atop his head and a green fur cape around his shoulders, across his lap was a laughing Pansy Parkinson, matching his price costume with a princess costume of her own.

Between the couches, lounging on a green armchair was Mattheo, a white button down shirt with splatters of red stretched across his lithe and muscular torso, a red tie loosely around his neck. When he noticed you and Theo he smiled, revealing two fanged teeth.

He’s a bloodsucker alright.

“Well, don’t you look fucking bitable, Kitten.” He welcomed. His voice broke Blaise and Enzo from their discussion, their eyes landing on you.

“Holy shit!” Enzo gasped, his eyes rapidly roaming over your costume. Blaise nodded in agreement, looking over you with subtle interest.

You felt your body warming in a flush, their attention and appreciative looks making you feel bashful. You forced yourself to walk with confidence, nodding greetings at everyone, even Draco and Pansy who elected to huff and turn their noses away at you.

“I’m glad you like it sir, thank you so much for picking it out.” Mattheo’s dark orbs gleamed in satisfaction. Theo’s words echoed in your mind — behave tonight, get a reward.

Though the other boys eyes had wandered on your body, taking in your formally hidden curves and skin, it hadn’t sent chills over you the way Mattheo’s was. Mattheo’s gaze slowly crawled up your body, from your heels to your faux ears, his observing, dark irises licking lustful paths of heat on every inch of your skin.

“You’re being so good today, Kitten.” Mattheo praised, his approval sending a spark of yearning into your gut.

Merlin, if he complimented you like this all the time you’d be a gooey mess.

“You wanted me to serve drinks?” You questioned, hoping to get away from his eyes and the seductive powers they held over you.

Mattheo nodded, pointing at a little alcove to the left where stockpiles of alcohol sat. “Do a couple laps and then come right back here. I’ll be paying attention so no funny business tonight.”

You chirped out a cheerful, ‘yes sir!’ and skittered to the table, filling a nearby tray full of as many shots as you could carry. Your eyes were on the prize of whatever kind of reward Theo hinted at, so you’d smiled at everyone, offering them a drink. Most of the partygoers didn’t recognize you, which was made apparent the more you’d walked around. Many of the pureblood supremacist students accepting drinks with thankful nods or lustful comments towards you. Still, you ignored everything, taking it all in stride and making several loops around the room until most of the bottles had emptied.

When you figured Mattheo would be happy with your work, you weaved your way through the bodies back to the couch area. Breaking past the crowd of people you’d found him, though it was no longer only the usual group surrounding him. Leaned over his chair with her polished claws gripping the armrest was Daphne Greengrass in a fucking angel costume.

Yeah fucking right, if she’s an angel I’d rather be in hell.

Mattheo looked as bored as Draco did, though Draco was at least partially entertaining Pansy with a few words here and there for the gossiping Slytherin girl. Mattheo looked as if he was completely ignoring the girl, his eyes searching the crowd.

When he saw you approaching his smile appeared, face alight in interest. “There you are Kitten, you did so good tonight. I’m almost impressed.” You couldn’t help but preen under the compliment, a slight blush finding its way to your cheeks.

Godric, if he keeps this up this might not be so bad.

“What are you doing here lion, wander into the snake den on accident?” Daphne’s voice cackled, her face contorted with malice. You could feel your temper rising, the fangs of your anger ready to tear into the girl.

“I’m doing Mattheo a favor tonight.” You curtly responded, your voice holding a chill to withhold the animosity buried in your throat. Daphne looked between you and Mattheo, eyes darting trying to make sense of the scenario no one in the castle outside of Mattheo and his closest friends seemed to be privy to. Another one of her shrill laughs burst out of her.

“So the rumors are true! Riddle is slumming it with a mudblood! Mattheo, baby, you don’t need her, I can give you everything and more.” She fluttered her eyelashes at him, making you want to retch. Her implication that Mattheo was ‘slumming it’ with you made you seethe in annoyance, as if you’d be here if it wasn’t for her!

“Nice costume, I wasn’t aware you could dress up as a pigeon.” You growled, your eyes rolling at her desperate attempts of seducing Mattheo. The boy in question seemed amused by you, his attention away from the Slytherin girl. This drove Daphne mad, the boy of her affections seemingly discarding her for what she believed to be an inferior witch.

“Excuse me? I’m an angel, you mangy cat.”

You strode over, now directly in front of her and Mattheo. “Oh my mistake, my second guess was going to be Buckbeak’s ugly sister.” You snarled. Behind Daphne you heard Enzo and Blaise snort, Theo’s soft chuckling next to them.

Buckbeak, forgive me for using your name to roast this bitch.

“Kitten, heel.” Mattheo’s deep voice cut through the rising friction between you and Daphne. He pat the arm of his chair and you followed the silent command to sit down on it, still choosing to glare a Daphne.

“Oh, I understand,” Daphne fumed, “She’s a little fucking pet for you.” Daphne’s smugness seeped out of her every pore, her hurt pride fueling her foul words. “What would your father think?”

Though the party was still going on at full force, the bubble you were in was stilled to the point you could hear a pin drop. Draco’s gasp and Theo’s ‘oh no’ was distantly registered, though you couldn’t take your eyes off Mattheo, his entire body shaking in fury, his muscles tensed and jaw tightened.

You almost fell off the arm of the chair with how fast he stood up, his face set into a menacing glower, the veins of his neck straining under his skin. “You don’t get to say shit about my fucking father. Get the fuck out of here.”

Daphne sputtered, attempting to take back what she said but Mattheo only sat back down and glared up at her, eyes daring her to stay and test his wrath further. In an attempt at saving face she backed away a bit, before settling her eyes on you.

“You’re just a pet Lion, you’ll never be worth anything to him.” She snapped. This time you were prepared for Mattheo’s wrath, settling a hand softly on his chest to keep him from storming over to her. You don’t know what came over you, but you kept your hand on his chest, sliding down the arm of the chair to settle right in his lap. His raging, fevered skin seeping through his clothes, warming you instantly. If he had not been such a ticking bomb right now his warmth would be almost comfortable for your state of undress.

“You’re right,” You admitted, her face briefly quirked smugly, “But that’s still more than you’ll ever be.”

Daphne scoffed, scowling and stomping away muttering a string of unkind curses under her breath.

“Gods, I hate her.” You released, looking at Mattheo. His amber irises darkened, resembling hot coals. His eyes bore into yours, behind them flickered something you couldn’t identify, but as fast as it came it went and was replaced my a mischievous glint.

“C’mon you troublemaker.” His gruff voice demanded. Without any further word he scooped you up in his arms and threw you over his shoulder.

You squealed, arms smacking his back as he walked away from his laughing friends, Enzo cheering loudly.

“Mattheo put me down! This is embarrassing!”

“Don’t make things worse for yourself, Kitten. You’re already in trouble.” You slumped on his shoulder, surrendering under the promising threat in his voice. You sighed grumpily, frustrated that you’d no longer receive the reward you’d been aiming for now.

Damn it all! It was going so good until that bitch showed up!

Mattheo took you to what you assumed was his dorm, kicking the door closed and tossing you on the solitary large bed in the room. Like you, it looked like Mattheo had no roommates. You wanted to look around and be nosy, curious about the things Mattheo would have in his room, but your curiosity was shattered after hearing Mattheo place silencing charm on the room.

“You can be so mouthy, you know that?” Mattheo asked sardonically, “I wonder if it’s a habit you’re ever going to break.”

“She deserved it though…” you’d argued weakly, not sure if putting up a fight would be worth it at this point now that you’re alone with the unpredictable boy.

Mattheo hummed in agreement, slipping his tie from around his neck. The motion chilled you, you were alone in his room and he was undressing. A stone of panic settled in your gut, your eyes flickering everywhere but him and hands fidgeting into the soft sheets under you.

You were a virgin, you can’t do this.

“Stand up Kitten.” On shaky legs you followed the command, your body tingling with waves of anxiety. He took your place on the bed, sitting down on the edge and stretching his long legs out. He motioned for you to stand between them and you hesitantly did.

He pulled you closer by your hips, causing your breath to hitch, his warm large hands summoning terribly dirty images to your mind. His eyes raked over you, inspecting every inch of skin available to his greedy orbs.

“Fucking hell, Kitten. You look damn good like this.” His deep voiced rumbled, sending heat straight to your stomach.

“Mattheo,” you breathed, your voice coming out like a sigh, “I-I can’t — I mean…” You stumbled over your words, choking on a mix of lust and anxiety gathered in your throat.

“Did you think I was going to fuck you, Kitten?”

All of the air left your lungs, your heart pounding in your chest like a bludger, every thump cracking against your ribs and reverberating throughout your bones. Your face flamed up in a blush, you chewed on your plump bottom lip, nodding wordlessly.

“Don’t worry Kitten, your virginity is safe,” He cooed, his eyes betraying the sweet tone of his words with a mischievous twinkle, “Though I’m afraid everything else is mine.” He punctuated that wicked sentence by sliding his hands from your waist to cup your perky, round bottom.

You slipped out a gasp as his fingers groped and squeezed your backside, the sensation igniting desire that rippled through your entire being. “H-how?” You released, utterly breathless by his hands again.

“It’s simple,” He chuckled, his mouth curved into a teasing smile, “Your face and body say it all. You act like every time is the first time anyone’s touched you. You’re stupidly easy to read, Kitten.” He pinched your butt cheek, causing your breath to stutter out of you.

“Tonight is part two of your punishment. I’m going to bend you over my knee, you get five spanks for breaking Malfoy’s nose and five for taunting Greengrass tonight. Then you’ll leave this room, your ass red with my handprints, understand?” His voice drawled sadistically, his fingers still stroking the soft skin of your ass.

“I didn’t taunt her! She started it!” You argued.

“Oh yeah?” He hummed, removing his hands from you completely. You hadn’t realized until he removed them how warm they were on your cool skin, your brain yearning to call them back to touch your icy skin. “Then what was all that at the end? Sliding into my lap? Face it, Kitten, you were claiming me.”

You shook your head, mouth opening and closing trying to protest his absurd statement. Of course Mattheo wasn’t yours, you’d only done that because Daphne was being a bitch. You weren’t jealous, you couldn’t be, you had no right to be. Anything between you and Mattheo was strictly contractual, born out of your stupid decision to climb into a magical vase and break it. No, you told yourself, there was no way Mattheo was right, if it had been any other girl it wouldn’t have mattered, Daphne was just an evil bitch that needed to be taken down a peg, and you were fit to give it to her that’s all.

“Regardless, Kitten,” he interrupted your boundless thoughts, “That’s your punishment. If you take them like a good girl, I’ll give you a reward.”

Your body vibrated with nervous energy, Mattheo patting his knee with a smirk on his face. You braced yourself before gently lowering yourself over his lap, your stomach flush with his muscular thighs. He trailed his hand down your spine, eliciting shivers throughout you, before he settled on your plump ass.

“You’re going to count each one Kitten, you stop we start over.”

You inhaled a deep breath, stuttering out a small agreement. His fingers traced the edges of the fabric bodysuit you wore, sliding it further to one side to fully expose your cheek to him. The air was charged with electricity, the tightness waiting to break upon Mattheo’s movements, you held your breath in anticipation.

He brought his hand down sharply, the sound echoing throughout the room. Out of instinct, your hips bucked in his lap, a mix of pain and pleasure flooding you.

“One.” you whispered, Mattheo let out a hum of approval.

His hand cracked down on you again, harder than the last time, the sting making you cry out.

“Two.” You whined, your voice growing more soft. His hand lightly caressed the skin he’d just smacked, the featherlight touches juxtaposed against the stinging skin. Three consecutive slaps met your ass, each one harder than the last, and you crying out to count out each one. The burn of the five spanks was intense, the throbbing ache lingering on your skin where it would likely remain for days after this.

“So good, Kitten. You’re halfway done.” Mattheo praised, his voice slightly breathless. He slid the bodysuit’s hem from your other cheek. A part of you was relieved that no more would come down on your already blushed cheek, another part of you was mortified at having both sides of your ass be a matching shade of red.

You shifted in his lap, though the slight movement was enough to have you notice a familiar wetness building between your legs. You hung your face, cowering in embarrassment that you were starting to like this.

A sharp whack rang throughout the room, his assault on the uncolored side of your ass beginning.

“Six.” You huffed, breathing heavily as the impact of his hand seemed to cup the entire fleshy mound of your ass.

Another one. Another count from your breathy voice.

“You know,” He mused, the deep timbre of voice murmured, “You should have seen the looks you got. I think everyone’s eyes were on you, Kitten.”

Thwack.

“Eight.”

“You know, I think even Theo and Enzo were looking at you.”

Thwack.

“Nine!” You moaned, the wetness between your legs no longer a small growing amount but rather proudly collected in your sex that you felt with every movement and spank. You vaguely registered what he’d said, deciding to file it away for later, too caught up in the mix of pain and pleasure.

“Maybe I should call them in here, so they can see how well you take your punishment.”

Thwack!

The final slap on your cheek leaving an exploding quake on the abused skin, your piercing shriek calling out the final number. Tears were welled up in your eyes in shame but drool pooled in your mouth from pleasure, you forced yourself to swallow before he could see.

Mattheo scooped you up and let you lay on his bed. The soft sheets bringing no comfort to your stricken ass, your fingers lightly prodding the tender skin. You squirmed, your breath coming out in shaky gasps as you tried to soothe yourself from the rough and arousing treatment.

“You did such a good job, Kitten.” Mattheo soothed, his hands softly stroking the fiery skin. “Would you like your reward now?”

You nodded, sitting up expectantly. Mattheo brought out his wand pointing it at your necklace, mumbling an incantation you didn’t recognize. When he finished he tossed his wand somewhere in his messy room.

“Now you have fifteen minutes instead of five to come when I call you.”

Relief filled your chest, you fought the urge to hug him, instead choosing to smile softly. “Thanks.” You uttered, somehow this felt more intimate than what you’d been doing before, even though your ass was burning in protest.

Mattheo pulled your face close, grasping your jaw in his hands that were inflicting stinging smacks on you just moments before. “Now go out there, with my marks on your body and remember that you’re mine. They can look all they want but every fucking inch of you belongs to me.” He growled, a devilish grin taking over his face as he drunk your flushed appearance.

You’d nodded, wincing out the door with a stumbling walk, your mind far too drunk on Mattheo to pay any mind to the party still going on. Theo happened to be leaning against the wall near the stairs, his arms holding your robe which you gratefully accepted. He cast a knowing look your way but didn’t say anything further as he guided you to the exit.

“Goodnight piccola, I hope it was what you wanted.”

I don’t even know what I want anymore.

You brooded, waving goodbye at Theo and hobbling your weak legs up the stairs. Your ass rosy and ablaze with arousal dripping down your thighs.

#smutanarchyfics #smutanarchyworks #slytherin boys #mattheo x y/n #mattheo smut #mattheo riddle x reader #mattheo riddle #mattheo riddle x reader smut #mattheo x you #mattheoxreader #hootiepietheowl #slytherin boys x reader

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ginevrapng · 1 year ago

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character guide

reoccurring characters i frequently write about or plan to

(i love getting requests and asks about these characters!)

— best friend!james

"can he really stay in denial and pretend he's not in love with you if lily knows, what if she's told the others. what if she's told you?" best friend james is kind of toxic. he's jealous and possessive. he tried to ignore his feelings and instead focused it all on lily evans, who they later dated and broke up with. you and james have been best friends for years, you've known each other since first year. you call him 'jamie' and no one else does. you have a playful relationship, it's also affectionate with hugging and physical contact in general. you get cold a lot and end up stealing his blankets and covers from his bed, james has no complaints because when he eventually gets them back they smell like you. you have no idea of james' feelings towards you. you fancied james at one point before deeming that you had no chance with him and you couldn't ruin your friendship you had together.

— bestfriends!dads marauders / bfd!marauders

"you're not dating my harry are you sweetheart?" "what! of course i'm not! we're just friends." you say probably louder than you should, wanting to defend yourself. your best friend is harry potter and the marauders have taken an interest in you. they've noticed your lingering looks and they're waiting on making a move. you spend a lot of time around harry, so you also spend a lot of time around them, every time they want to make you theirs more but they're being patient. they've fooled around together in the past, remus and sirius more often than the others. they'd have one night stands with random girls together. they don't want to treat you as a one night stand. harry and you are in your early 20s, the marauders being around 43. magic is never mentioned.

— boyfriend!neville

neville places a delicate kiss on your temple and speaks lowly into your ear, "love you flower." you two have been in a relationship for quite some time now. he tells you he loves you and you tell him you love him too. you're an intimate couple, always seen holding hands and cuddling. in private you are the same, you find it hard to keep your hands of each other, and mainly it's you that would be described as a more needy person, always wanting to kiss him and fuck him while neville tries his best to put his foot down, you're rather persistent though. boyfriend!neville is a soft dom and worships the ground you walk on. he has a slight geordie accent and loves pet names, calling you 'flower' and 'petal' a lot.

— friends with benefits james / fwb!james

he has to tell you. he has to tell you. i love you. i love you. i love you. your relationship is that you have no relationship. you're not really friends but make out all the time. you've never spoke to each other about what you are or your feelings but overtime you've both fallen in love with each other but the other one doesn't know, and the whole school doesn't even know that you know each other. if james mentioned your name to his friends he'd get confused looks and they wouldn't even know who you are. you're not a gryffindor and you're very different to james, quiet and well behaved. you don't stand out from the crowd and you don't wish to, you don't have many friends either, preferring spending time alone. james goes out of his way to learn your time table so he knows where you'll be and when, wanting to know when he can steal you away from your next class so he can see you. you both wish you could spend more time together but never mention it to each other. james calls you 'love' but you're oblivious to how genuine it is and how he never calls anyone else it.

#best friend!james #bfd!marauders #boyfriend!neville #fwb!james #♡ lana talks #♡ mine / writing #/////#harry potter #hp #james potter x reader #neville longbottom x reader #poly!marauders x reader #hp x reader fluff #hp x reader smut

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rewritingcanon · 2 years ago

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next gen characters and their favourite parent 🫣

victoire: fleur but maybe only by a margin (very close, bill should not take it personally that victoire just specifically admires fleur more because they are more similar in character, she really loves her dad)

dom: bill because he let her get tattoos before she was 18 and he will brush her hair in the morning when she’s too tired to do it herself

louis: fleur because their mother would never allow louis to leave the house looking ugly and they really appreciate that

molly: percy, because they are similar in person and when he gives her approval it just makes her feel more satisfied yknow

lucy: audrey because her mother lets her get away with more stuff than her dad does, so she feels more comfortable being goofy with her than her dad

fred: george because his love language is irritating people and george will just give the same energy back without any qualms

roxanne: angelina, she feels they have a greater understanding between them and she goes to her mother for advice more often

james: ginny, he is the definition of a momma’s boy who would always go soft on her

albus: ginny, even though he feels he’s more similar to harry, sometimes ginny just saying shit as it is gives him a rare sort of calm he appreciates

lily: harry, she loves making her dad interested in anything and everything shes interested in and he’s always genuinely listening to her

rose: no. she genuinely has no preference she loves her parents the same. she is very consistent in her love for them

hugo: contrary to rose, it honestly depends on the day. ron will sneak him toffee and hot chocolate late on a saturday evening and hugo will deem him the favourite parent, the next day hermione buys him a squishmallow and she is

teddy: …andromeda

scorpius: even though he would rather keel over than ever think of liking one parent more than the other… he was closer with astoria growing up (due to their likeness she could bond with him easier), but obviously as scorpius grows up he gets closer with his dad, and he’ll have more experiences with him than he ever had with his mother.

lysander: rolf because he takes lysander all over the world to pursue his interests in geology. rolf will be trying to tame some swedish serpent whilst lysander is inspecting the pebbles in its cave and thats a normal father-son bonding time for them

lorcan: luna. lorcan has been illustrating for the quibbler since he was 13 because luna genuinely doesnt believe there is any other artist that can perfectly mirror the complexity of peculiar fantastical creatures as her son (it’s literally a stick figure)

alice: neville. she’s a daddy’s girl who has her dad wrapped around her finger. i mean, he loves her so much that he forgives her for hating gardening

frank: hannah. she forces him to help her fold the laundry with her and he hates it, but he still loves her (forcing him to help her with her chores just so she can spend more time with him, i see you hannah)

delphi: voldemort 😻😻 (she needs therapy immediately)

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downtoncoquetteroach · 1 year ago

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Notes: so, English is not my native language so please don't be harsh on me. This supposed to be a one shot, I wrote it at 4am on my phone to avoid anxiety and in the morning I came up with some more ideas so, idk how long this will be, no more than 5 chapters for sure, I'll try to publish the second one soon. Also this is my first published fanfiction ever. I hope you like it.

⭐If I could be who you wanted ⭐

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Fem reader

Neville Longbottom x Fem reader

Word account: 2,484

Summary: Fred Weasley has been your crush forever and getting him is a real possibility but, what if it's not what you need anymore?

TW: swearing, virginity loss, fingering, slightly minimal Dom kink, breeding kink.

No Neville in this chapter, only smut Fred

🤌🏻🔥

Chapters 2, 3, 4, 5

Chapter 1: Use your words 💫

His hair, beautifully brushing his nose, his long delicate fingers touching his wand, always playing with it, provoking occasionally sparks without his knowledge as a perfect example of how y/n was feeling her stomach, watching his every move. "Red is the colour of the heart, just like it is the hair of the man who stoled mine". Y/n wrote that when she was 13 and she was full of embarrassment recognizing that she was about to send him a card with that horrid text inside but stopped as soon as she saw him and his twin mocking Ginny and other cheesey girls on valentine's. Love was as funny and unreal for him as his older brother perfect pin badge. So y/n managed to keep her love for Fred Weasley a secret, no one knew she loved him so bad she wanted to throw up every time he touched her hair, even in a playful way, she should have felt like a dog but her whole underwear was full of weird stains that could prove that she was totally soked for the man most of the time, it was ridiculous. When she found out he wanted to be on The Triwizard Tournament she cried the whole night thinking about what could happen to him, what if he died, what if he got serious damage, God how she cried, always on the verge of dramatism, always concerned about his grades and what if he got expelled?, how could she managed to survive without looking at his amazing outline, his beautiful eyes, his lovely lips mocking her whit that mischievous smile. Damn to re-read y/n first years at Hogwarts diaries is agony. She was delusional for the man... and then, the fantasy became real, but not at all in the way she expected.

So, yeah, they weren't super close but they were friends, since first year, she practically sat beside him and George at every meal and teamed up with them from time to time on class, they joked, they play, they sang out loud at party's, coping each others homework. But it wasn't like she was going with them to Hogsmeade on weekends, she was not taken in consideration for big pranks, she didn't even get the scoop in them, he certainly didn't talk to her about his girls or bring her anything from his kitchen rounds. But then, one night something changed.

The whole Gryffindor house was celebrating winning the quidditch match against Hufflepuff, Cherry Coloured Funk by Cocteau twins was playing in the old record player while every student left tried to understand what the singer was singing about, comparing her to Celestina Warbeck, drunk laughter's filling the common room, a nice soft red conjured light making everything dreamy and surreal, y/n wasn't drunk but certainly feeling funny, relaxed enough to dance alone in front of other people without being self conscious, and then, she felt a cold hand on her's, pulling with force, making her trip over the hand owners lap, Fred's lap. Y/n blushed so hard, she was immediately trying to stand, they were separated from the others, so that made him brave enough to do what he did. As Heaven or Las Vegas was filling the night, Fred's soft long slim fingers were caressing her skirt fabric, above her knees, his other hand grabbing her waist, eyes locked on y/n, his mouth slightly open, lips almost touching her's, holding his breath while his thumb finally reached her core and just for a second he touched her. Y/n jumped at the sensation and woke him up from his drunkness, he let her go and she went upstairs to wash her face, running through the whole staircase and finding her room empty, the other girls were probably around the castle kissing boys. As soon as she was alone she was full of regret, why did she run away? Why did he did that? Was that real or one of her daydreams coming to life courtesy of firewhiskey? Y/n finished washing her face when she hear some shy knocking on the door, it was Fred.

He looked embarrassed, something so unsettling to witness given the fact that he was always so confident and nonchalant. He stood there, red face matching his hair when he started speaking in a hurry, bumbling:

love I'm so sorry I, I want to apologize, I didn't mean, I, I don't know what happened to me, I wasn't sure what I...

She simply said: it's fine, it is really I don't, I mean It was nice.

She sounded so bloody stupid, but she did not want to make him feel as awful as he looked and besides she wasn't lying. Fred stood there in silence without a clue on what to do next, she was feeling the same way, but then he said

Are you... alone?

Yes

Wonderful

He got inside the room and closed the door with a locking charm and a silencing spell, then walked slowly to y/n looking relieved and more like himself

You know sweetheart, you shouldn't let anyone ever touch you like that, you seemed scared, maybe I was too harsh?

No! No, it was -

Nice yeah, you said that but, didn't look like you enjoyed yourself so much do you? I might be a little drunk but, I can recognize when a girl is not happy with my advances

Y/n was shocked, how could this be happening? The whole conversation was unreal, he was making her feel like a little furry creature, nervousness weakening her knees, her knickers almost dropping just by looking at him, Fred bloody Weasley in her damn room, eyes full of...desire? quidditch uniform still on, his classic mischievous smile coming up, him, getting closer and closer to her

He held her hand

Is it ok that I'm here?

Y -yeah, sure

Do YOU want me here?

Y/n managed to nod slowly but he immediately said

Use your words princess

I-

He was gently touching her cheek, instantly making her close her eyes as he got closer to her lips, whispering

Do you want me here?

And releasing a sight she was holding since the first time she saw him on the train to Hogwarts she said

I do.

He kissed her.

He's soft lips were caressing her's so slowly and delicately while his scent filled y/n's head, he got his hands on her's, fingers interwined, guiding y/n slowly to the bed, his wet tongue licking her lower lip, making y/n whimper in surprise. She had never ever kissed a boy in the french way before which was her biggest insecurity given the fact that she was almost sixteen. Fred stoped.

Love, please tell me if I am wrong but, is this your first kiss?

She guessed it was her scared look what gave her away

Ahm

She started to get away but he stopped her

Princess if I'm making you uncomfortable please tell me and I'll leave you alone forever, but kissing your beautiful lips before any man its my biggest achievement so far, so, tell me, I'm the first?

Y/n's pride was hurt a little when she quietly said

You are.

Y/n had never seen lust before, Fred's eyes were almost black and closed while he reached to kiss her more passionately than before, holding her face between his hands while she dared to put her hands through his long beautiful hair, immediately rewarded with a soft grunt fully delivered in her mouth. She could feel her core throbbing, head spinning, hormones screaming through her skin by the feeling of his tongue all over her's, he put her on the bed softly and then got on top of her, his long strong legs opening her's, y/n could feel his hardness through their clothes, pushing hard on her wet pussy, his hands were all over her legs and ass while her hands were fumbling under his sweater, reaching his bare stomach and hips. Fred was over the edge, the other girls he had before were much more experienced and older than him, he always ended up being their prey, this was the very first time he was in control and he liked it so much he was ready to cum just now. It wasn't just that. To be honest, he was absolutely turned on by y/n since he found out about her sweet crush on him in third year, he liked to pet her just to see her blush, but it wasn't until this night, with his confidence over the cloud's by wining the game that he had the courage to make his fantasy's real. Y/n eyes were full of adoration, he could feel his dick getting painfully hard as she lay beneath him, so horny and willing to give herself to him. She looked so beautiful he couldn't stop touching her skin while looking at her in the eyes just to see her reaction. She was so sensitive, that when he started to take her clothes she was full of goosebumps, almost drooling at the sight of him without his sweater and t shirt.

Y/n was totally sober by now because of the impression, was her first time happening? She was about to lose her virginity to Fred Weasley? How could she be so lucky? And then she started feeling worried, what if she didn't make him feel good? She didn't know how to give pleasure to a boy, and he looked so secure, in charge of everything... he must had read her thought because he suddenly said

Y/n do you want to stop? It's ok if you do, no hard feelings or anything, if you are not comfortable we can just hang and that's all

She was glad he didn't said he'll leave.

It's ok Fred, I want you

Jesus fucking Christ y/n had never said anything so direct and needy in her whole life, what was it about this man that turned her into a complete moron. She wished that it was more alcohol in her system to keep her relax and cool but the fire whiskey was long gone with all of her sweat and lubrication. That thought made her question, what if Fred was so drunk she was taking advantage of him

But ahm, aren't you drunk? Isn't this something you would regret tomorrow? What if I'm taking advantage of you? Your judgement is not right at the moment we should...

Fred laughed, he couldn't believe how sweet she was, he got closer to her ear and whispered

Love, I'm going to destroy your little pussy.

She was unable to contain a moan, Fred started kissing her neck, licking his way down on her, y/n's breath was shaking, she didn't knew what to do or what was gonna happen, Fred was pulling aside her little flowered pantys and without warning, he started licking her violently. It was incredible helpful that he put a silence charm on before because y/n's whimpers could have woken up the entire castle. She tasted so good he couldn't stoped liking her hole cunt and the fact that she was fully soaked for him before he even did anything was priceless. He wanted to put his fingers inside her but he managed to wait, he just had to see her face while he took her virginity.

Y/n was almost fainting, she didn't knew she could feel that much pleasure, that boy's could do that with their tongs, she was over the edge and without even thinking she said

Fred, fuck me, please, I need you

He almost came. Having her pleading for his dick while he eat her was just too much, he pulled apart from her and stood

What did you say princess?

Y/n was totally out of herself

Im, I- I want you, I want you inside me

Y/n's sudden shyness made his dick leak some pre cum and he unbuttoned his trousers. She was so freaking cute, he couldn't handle it, all of those years of watching her, so shy, so tender, and now he was about to make her his.

Y/n couldn't stop staring at Fred's amazing torso exposed, his muscly arms, long slim fingers, soft messy hair, smooth skin, and then his wonderful knob in all of his glory making her a little bit worried, he was all over the edge by the impression in her face

Love don't worry, you'll take me just fine

Fred got on top of her again, kissing every part of her body, sucking her breast, caressing her body with the tip of his fingers, causing goosebumps all over her...agitated breath anticipating the pain.

She felt it, his huge hard dick all over her fanny, so tasty it made them both grunt loudly, he's started swearing quietly while he rocked her, getting all wet and nice to make it fit, and then looked at her in the eyes

Last chance to run angel, are you sure you want me to...

Y/n kissed him and then she said

Fred I'm already yours just take me -

And he did. He knew for a fact that making things slowly just prolonged the pain so he did give her his whole cock in one exhibit while he scrutinized her face, her eyes, her lips. He wanted to memorize all of the perfect sounds his little princess was making for him, because of him. He kept fucking her, asking occasionally if she was alright.

Princess can I come inside you?

Y/n couldn't handle it anymore and came so badly she stopped hearing what he said after. She sensed her insides full of his delicious juices and felt happy that he understood and kept her eyes closed for a while, trying to conceive what had just happened.

Fred was freaked, he just told her that he wanted to filled her with his baby's. He had never ever said (neither thought) that before, wtf was going on with him. And the worst part was that he actually meant it? His dick was getting hard again just by thinking of it. Merlin, and she wasn't saying anything. What should he do?

Angel are you ok?

She was asleep.

#fem reader #fred weasly x reader #fred weasely x y/n #fred weasley #hp fandom #hp fanfic #smut #fred weasley smut

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zeebee3 · 1 year ago

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Reading Guide

Hi! Just found my fics and not sure where to start? Here's a reading guide based on vibes to help you find your way 😙

Or check out my complete master list featuring spice/plot ratings, overviews, tags, and summaries.

(Please note that, with the exception of this fic, all my works contain explicit sexual content, so 18+ only please).

😏 Just give me the pwp smut, woman

Dramione (Magic AU)

A Little Glint of Gold (Pierced navel Draco)

Would You Rather (8th Yr, game)

Lemme smash (Aurors, pub pick up)

A Good Landing (5+1 lap-sitting)

Ancient Animal Awareness (omega!Draco)

Lie to Me (Pinocchio-jinxed cock)

Sympathetic Attraction (magically-connected piercings)

Self-Control (soft!Dom Draco, spanks)

Well-Mannered and Good-Looking (blind date)

Golden Hour (nude modeling)

It Was A Sunny Day (Aurors, legilimency)

Work It Out (gym bro!Draco, muggle AU)

Say Please (tattoo artist Draco)

It's So Hard To Be Good (sub Draco, pining dom Hermione)

Kindling (pining marriage law)

Tell Me What I Am (royalty AU)

Inhabit (polyjuice body swap)

He Wanted To Play (dom lessons)

Disturbingly Capable (Death Eater Draco, Order Member Hermione)

Left Hand Green (strip Twister)

A Book and a Broom (dry humping a bicep)

Not Dramione

An Understanding Between Gentlemen (Theo, Hermione, Draco)

Honey (Theo/Hermione/Draco)

Cupido gemmas (Neville/Hannah/Susan)

There's Nobody Like You (Blaise/Ron)

Darling (Lucius/Narcissa)

An Indecent Proposal (Neville/Pansy)

The Right Fit (Neville/Pansy)

Just the Lightest Touch (Harry/Ginny)

Mind-Killer (Pansy/Ginny)

A Fair Trade (Draco/Tom)

Reckless and Deeply Morose (Theo/Draco)

Everything is Fine (Percy/Hermione)

Miserably Turned On (Dramione plus Charlie)

True Wild Spirit (Theo/Luna)

Daddy? Sorry...daddy?

An Exception (Dramione)

Darling (Lucius/Narcissa)

Kindling (Dramione)

Draco Gets It Good ™️

Take Him Down A Peg (Dramione)

A Little Glint of Gold (Dramione)

Would You Rather (Dramione)

Honey (Dreomione)

A Fair Trade (Draco/Tom)

It's So Hard To Be Good (Dramione)

Pierced Draco series

A Little Glint of Gold (belly button)

Lie to Me (nipple)

Sympathetic Attraction (cock)

A Good Landing (bonus fic: pierced clit Hermione)

Say Please (cock)

Try Not To Come series

It Was A Sunny Day (Aurors, legilimency)

Work It Out (gym bro Draco)

Inhabit (polyjuice body swap)

AU - Muggle

An Exception

Take Him Down A Peg

Golden Hour

Work It Out

A Fair Trade

Tell Me What I Am (royalty AU)

Carefully, with Intention (Formula One AU)

🤗 Slice of life, humorous, rom-com vibes

You Do It For Me

Baby, Any Time You're Ready, I'm Waiting

The Five Love Languages

A Good Landing

Just Be Cool

Say Please

He Wanted To Play

🥹 Watch them (slowly) fall in love

Balance & Oppose

You Do It For Me

There's Nobody Like You (Blaise/Ron)

🤓 Warm me up with plot first, then give me lots of smut

Balance & Oppose

The Noble and Most Ancient

🫣 "You're going to suffer, but be very happy"

The Noble and Most Ancient

A Gentle Haunting

Reckless and Deeply Morose

Disturbingly Capable

(last edited July 24 2024)

#reading guide #zeebee3 ao3 #read on ao3 #ao3 fanfic #hp fic

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dhr-ao3 · 3 months ago

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Too Sweet

Too Sweet https://ift.tt/zphBrER by Black_Phoenix22 It started on IG as a drabble and look at us now!! Draco is enamored with Hermione's social media profile. After she posts a story asking for a man instead of a boy he sends her a message. Turns out he's exactly the man for the job! An age-gap, Sugar Daddy romp across the globe Words: 2481, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Ginny Weasley, Theodore Nott, Pansy Parkinson, Ron Weasley, Astoria Greengrass, Marcus Flint, Gregory Goyle, Neville Longbottom, Luna Lovegood, Lavender Brown Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy Additional Tags: Social Media, Texting, Alternate Universe - Sugar Daddy, Sugar Daddy Draco Malfoy, Rich People Shit, Icelandic adventures, Alternate Universe - Muggle, Age Difference, Older Man/Younger Woman, Not Canon Compliant, Masturbation, Mile High Club, Gratuitous Smut, Made For Each Other, Soft Dom Draco Malfoy, Draco Malfoy Has a Large Cock, Adult Hermione Granger, Really expensive books via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/2kEJ4lp October 23, 2024 at 04:43AM

#IFTTT #Dramione #Draco x Hermione

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mxlfoydraco · 2 years ago

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for the ask game: Draco/Harry/Neville? 👀

Ship It

1. What made you ship it?

It’s very hard to not ship Neville with people?? I think I went what if and my mind went ding ding ding

2. What are your favorite things about the ship?

Neville brings a calming and grounding energy to Harry and Draco <3

3. Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

I’d like to talk about soft yet firm dom Neville and his little brats and the fandom needs to get ready for it…..

#asks #ask games #drarryville

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nevsluvr · 3 years ago

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#7 from the kinktober prompt list with neville please??

𝗰𝗼𝗰𝗸𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴 | 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗯𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗼𝗺 [✿]

𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗞𝗧𝗢𝗕𝗘𝗥 𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗣𝗧 𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧 !! - 𝗗𝗢 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗧 𝗜𝗙 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗕𝗟𝗢𝗚 𝗜𝗦 𝟭𝟴+.

you had been whiny all day long, begging him to touch you. “please nev, i need you.” you’d whine in his ear with a small pout hoping he’d do something about it.

neville was just letting you be, he kept putting you off just because he loved to hear you so needy for him.

he waited until your last class to ditch and brought you to the greenhouse to show you his new plants and something else.

thankfully no one was using that greenhouse at that hour so it was perfect.

“alright doll, c’mere and sit on my cock while i talk to you my plants yeah?” neville told you, already knowing you’d be ecstatic.

“really?!” your face lit up as soon as he nodded you practically jumped on his lap and smothered him in kisses.

he unzipped his pants and slid his cock in your cunt, the overwhelming feeling of him stretching you out and your cunt squeezing around him makes both of you squirm.

you tuck your head under his head as he hugs your torso, cuddling as he holds you close caressing your back with his warm hands.

“such a needy girl.” neville chuckled and kissed your shoulder.

you can only hum back in response already getting lost in the feeling of him so close and full of him.

🔖; @nevilleismywhore @elemental-of-magic @bunnyweasley23

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morwap · 3 years ago

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soft dom!neville edging reader please.

“cmon baby, you can do it. do it for me” neville whispered before bringing his tongue back to your clit. flicking, sucking, licking at your clit making you try and squirm away from him.

“please nev- i’ve been good” you cried, you knew the feeling would leave you as soon as you were about to cum and you knew it was coming quick.

“m’gonna reward you after princess, push through it i know you can” neville said replacing his mouth with his fingers. “ah m’gonna cum” you moaned, clenching around his fingers rapidly.

neville pulled away, watching you clench around nothing and how you tried to close your legs. “good girl” he praised.

“gonna make you cum so hard now”

#lighting era #lighting era x reader #neville longbottom #neville longbottom x reader smut #neville longbottom smut #neville x reader #neville longbottom x reader #soft dom!neville #morwaps.nsfw.

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hpimaginesandblurbs · 3 years ago

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Can you do HP boys reacting to being called daddy for the first time?

pairing(s): reader x every male i've ever written for

warning(s): 18+, daddy kink (obviously), dom/sub roles, mentions of sex/sexual activities

a/n: i love a good daddy kink so this was definitely a treat for me

harry potter

shocked

baffled

literally the pikachu meme

but then he gets all 'fuck yeah i'm the chosen one'

aka 'fuck yeah i am daddy'

his already high confidence is at an all time high

ron weasley

immediately into it

absolutely rails the fuck out of you after

like you literally have no idea where the confidence came from

dirty talk at an all time high

you will be cumming multiple times that night

fred weasley

the smuggest fucking grin you have ever seen

makes you repeat it a million times

has you screaming it by the end of the night

mean dom activated

the man is an absolute menace

ofc he would edge you until you were fucked stupid

george weasley

'are you sure you want to start this, darling?'

he says, right before destroying you from the inside out

was already into it before you but didn't wanna bring it up

the dirtiest things come out of this man's mouth

absolutely a pleasure dom

overstimulation station *alllllll aboard*

neville longbottom

didn't know he was into it before you said it

immediately gets the hardest he has ever been in his life

overwhelmed at first

but he kinda just rolls with

and gives exactly what you wanted

the experience of a lifetime

you guys definitely talk about it after/in the morning

cedric diggory

*he looks up grinning like the devil* (cedric's version)

very smug about it

gets way kinkier than you thought he was

choking, hair pulling, biting, marking, spanking

basically he goes feral

draco malfoy

let's be real....... he brought it up first

he's already so dominant with you that it doesn't really change anything

but he is pleased by it

makes you say it over and over again

in any and all situations from that moment on, you will be calling him daddy

definitely becomes a 24/7 dynamic

absolutely demolishes your pussy

blaise zabini

his hand is immediately around your throat

and starts fucking you so much harder

that's when his dominant side really starts to come out

can flip between mean dom and soft dom at a moment's notice

absolutely brings up a breeding kink for him

sirius black

*he looks up grinning like the devil* (sirius' version)

he can go from 0 to 100 the second you call him daddy

wants to put you on your knees immediately

brat tamer!daddy sirius

loves how dominant it makes him feel having you underneath him screaming for daddy

remus lupin

i feel like he wouldn't be into it at first

but then it would keep happening because he is, in fact, daddy

so he kinda just rolls with it

and finds out he actually really likes it

it's a good way to let go of all his pent up energy

by destroying your pussy

james potter

definitely didn't know he was into it until you said it

but absolutely loses his goddamn mind

pounds the fuck out of your pussy

all your holes really, if we're being honest

absolutely loves the way you calling him daddy sounds

regulus black

absolutely adores it

loves hearing you whimper 'daddy' as he rails you

hard dom but not a mean dom

things get very kinky, very fast after that

like my man just lets lose an entire arsenal of kinks you didn't know he had but you love every second of it

tom riddle

we know this man loves a good title

fucking loves it

makes you call him daddy anytime you two are alone together

he really does consider it a very special thing

and that he has to work to earn that title

absolutely babies you anytime you get too needy

lucius malfoy

soz but i feel like he wouldn't really like daddy

he's more of a sir....or master

but regardless he takes it and runs with it

24/7 dynamic

he's already your sugar daddy anyways

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ameliora-j · 3 years ago

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— harry potter dialogues vol.02 𐐪𐑂

° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ

* means smut

ron weasley

in which ron makes you cum for the first time *

in which stepbro!ron punishes you for trying to sneak out *

in which bestfriend!ron is a brat tamer *

in which gamer!ron punishes you while he’s on the game *

in which gamer!ron teaches you how to play

in which you ride gamer!ron while he plays *

in which bestfriend!ron shows you how to squirt *

in which you ride hockey player!ron *

in which stepbro!ron teaches you how to use your toy *

in which ron gets too into a scene *

in which ron reassures plus sized!reader

in which ron gets you your favorite stuff when you’re upset

in which ron won’t let you leave untill you promise you’re okay

in which stoner!ron helps you when you green out

in which daddy!ron comforts you after an argument

in which you’re a crybaby and bestfriend!ron tries to make you jealous

in which boxer!ron eats you out to wake you up *

in which hard dom!ron turns sub when he’s tired *

in which ron holds your hair when you blow him *

in which fwb!ron confesses during a hookup *

in which the twins tease you after hearing you and ron fucking *

in which there’s sexting with ron *

in which ron reassures plus sized!reader

charlie weasley

in which you’re cuddling with charlie

in which charlie plays with his little puppy

draco malfoy

in which daddy!draco doesn’t care that you’re a crybaby

in which you’re ceo!draco’s crybaby assistant

in which draco likes your muggle presents

in which draco has a different way of showing his love

in which draco won’t let crybaby!reader go to bed angry

in which there’s soft love making with draco *

theo nott

in which mean dom!theo humiliates crybaby!reader with a punishment *

harry potter

in which harry confesses his love when he thinks you’re asleep

in which you give harry a birthday gift

in which you safeword and tell harry you’re pregnant *

in which harry holds your hand under the table

in which harry is very clingy when he comes home from work

neville longbottom

in which neville gives the best aftercare

fred weasley

in which you tease fred at the grand opening of the shop + size kink

james potter

in which gamer!james teases you for being clingy while you cuddle gamer!sirius

in which dbf!james fingers you under a blanket durning family movie night *

sirius black

in which gamer!james teases you for being clingy while you cuddle gamer!sirius

remus lupin

in which mafia!rem carries crybaby!reader to bed

regulus black

in which you cuddle with regulus after he tells you about his home life

in which fwb!regulus confesses his love for you *

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ginevrapng · 1 year ago

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Do you have any favourite fanfictions you've written?

yes i do!<3

there are so many i included asdfghjk i'm so sorry! it was hard to pick, i'm proud of everything i write - ( edit: i completely forgot to mention but these are my favourite fics i've written for harry potter and the marauders not including my anime tumblr )

my favourite fluff works of mine-

— james pining over chubby reader

he'd carry you with one hand all the way up a mountain if it would impress you and get you to notice him. i just love this man so much!! every single time i reread this i smile like crazy.

— "did i ever tell you how beautiful you are?" george x slytherin reader

"so you're in love with me," he remarked. you can hear his grin. the cogs turn in your brain as you remember what you told him. friends to lovers with george weasley??? aaahhh!! i love the pining!

— james overhears people being mean about his chubby girlfriend

"JUST LETTING THE WHOLE WORLD KNOW I HAVE THE BEST GIRLFRIEND EVER," he spins you around again and purposely makes sure those girls can see as he bombards your face with kisses. james loves his chubby girlfriend so much and ugh he just thinks the world of her!! he's the best!!

— best friend! james jealous over peter

when james spotted you sitting far to close to peter his eyes hardened and he gritted his teeth because you shouldn't be sitting close to peter, it's peter of all people. he's your best friend so what are you doing all close to peter like that for. best friend james is the best and i really like the readers relationship with the rest of the marauders, especially peter, and i love how james reacts to those relationships

— "did sirius black just wink at you?" sirius x chubby reader

you pretend to think his jokes are immature and his hair is ridiculous and everyone believes you, apart from the man himself. sirius has the reader all figured out and i love it!! he pays so much attention to her and notices how she really feels, it makes my heart go sryehsjtezserazx i love them

my favourite smut works of mine-

— thigh riding with boyfriend!neville

the whole time neville will be trying to help you with your exam next week you'll be wanting to snog him and find a quiet and dark place in the library to suck his dick. god boyfriend neville means so much to me!! neville is so boyfriend material and i love the whole soft dom vibe

— james with a mummy kink

a smirk appears on your face as you see your boyfriend with tears in his eyes desperately trying to do what he's told. "you want mummy to help you jamie. do y'wanna cum baby?" sub james makes me feel things and i am on my hands and knees thanking however sent in this kinktober concept because it's really hot

— poly!marauders with a somno kink/waking you up by eating you out

"you finally awake sweetheart?" he mumbles against you. combining two things i love more than anything, somno and poly marauders?? i have died and gone to heaven

— "i've missed you" fwb!james x chubby reader

you want more and james can tell by the way you grab hold tightly on his arm and at the same time his hair. you've always stayed away from touching his unruly hair, the main reason being that up close it looks so soft and you worry touching it would cross a boundary. they're both so smitten with each other and want more and i'm losing my mind when i think about it

my full masterlist

#♡ lana's letters #//////#fanfiction recommendation #hp recs #marauders recs

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fangirlshrieks · 3 years ago

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The Wrong Version Part 4

a/n: Final part!!! I cut the last part in two. This second half is all smut so if you are fine with the part 3 ending you can skip this part. I probably won't be posting for a while after this but definitely writing something.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Word count: 6,172

Pairings: Neville Longbottom x dom!reader

Warnings: fluff! that turns into smut!, Innuendoes, sub!Neville, dom!reader, soft!dom, shy!Neville, face sitting, edging

Summary: Neville had finally gotten the courage to tell you how he feels with a little help from his friends. He has written everything he has ever wanted to tell you in the form of a letter. What happens when the real letter gets mixed up with a more provocative letter that you were never meant to see?

Neville's cheeks were now a deep red and he shrugged into his shoulders in embarrassment. He let out a nervous chuckle while scratching the back of his neck. His laugh quickly turned into a coughing fit which he tried to calm down and quickly looked down at the floor. "I…" he swallowed hard. "I'm really sorry about that letter."

"I don't mind the letter." You giggled. "Well aren't you going to ask me?"

He was shocked to hear your words and turned his head to meet your face. Your pupils had dilated since just a few seconds ago and the smirk on your face made him nervous. "I… um…" he bit his lips closed, afraid to say anything else. His arms stiffened around you as your lips seemed to get closer to his again. He definitely wanted to eat you out more than anything. He wanted to so badly that his brain turned to mush just thinking about it. But he had never actually done anything like this before and was completely nervous he might mess up his first time.

"It's Ok, you don't have to say it." You said, now placing soft kisses on his jaw. "For now at least… Just tell me if you want me to stop." Your mouth trailed wet kisses as you made your way to his neck.

Although Neville was taken back by your motives, he didn't stop you. The feeling of you kissing his neck sent butterflies straight to his stomach. He couldn't help but let out a quiet groan as you found a very tender spot on his neck. He tilted his head back further to allow you more access to his neck. Your hands moved to the hem of his sweater vest and shirt and you slipped your hands under them to touch his skin. You soothed your hands on his lower abdomen which caused goosebumps to form where you touched him.

Neville sighed into your ear and his hands moved down to your hips. He held your hips with a tight grip and moved them further away from his hips. He was already feeling overwhelmed just with your lips but the feeling of your hands on him was sending his mind to places only thought of in dreams. The blood rushing to his lower regions was not helping his situation either.

You grabbed onto the hem of his sweater vest and pulled it up. When you pulled his vest half way off of him he took the hem from your hands and pulled it off of himself and tossed it to the side, while you quickly took off your own cardigan. His button up and your shirt were now the only things blocking you from the skin contact you so desperately craved. You kissed passionately as his hands rested back on your hips but he didn't seem to make any attempts to pull your top off. However you played with the collar of his dress shirt and unbuttoned the first button. With one last peck on his lips you broke the kiss.

"Is this ok?" You asked as you toyed with the second button, indicating that you wanted to take it off.

"I… " his voice got caught in his throat, too shy to say how desperate he was for you to undress him. He furiously shook his head yes.

"I need to hear you say yes." You whispered into his ear.

He became more flustered as you demanded he speak. Admittedly he was more turned on than anything. "Yes… please." He muttered into your neck in a strained voice.

His pleas sent your arousal into a frenzy. You crashed your lips harshly against his. The aggressive kiss surprised Neville, making him let out a desperate groan. You began unbuttoning his shirt and discarded it into the pile of clothes that was being formed on the floor. The heaving of his chest became more prominent as you explored his exposed skin. You eventually rested one hand above his heart and the other on his stomach. He was unsurprisingly soft and your fingers seemed to dance across his body as they traced little circles wherever they touched. You felt him suck in his stomach and retreat from your touch a little, whether unconsciously or not.

He was slightly embarrassed now that he was shirtless. He didn't know how you would react and feared that you wouldn't find him attractive and take back everything you said. The way you inspected his body with your hands and explored around made him tense. You were gentle and teasing him with every circle you traced onto his skin. It was like fire burning hot wherever you touched. However, no one had ever touched his body in this way before, let alone let anyone see him shirtless (besides his roommates whenever he changed). He knew he was not the most muscular nor the most lean, and was positive that he was not the most handsome guy you have ever been with.

You, however, could not get enough of him under the pads of your fingertips. You wanted nothing more than to have him stripped down to nothing and feel everything just to see him squirm from pleasure. Kissing your way to his ear you sucked on his earlobe before speaking.

"You're perfect Nev." You breathed. You could feel his pulse quicken as you kissed his neck and a low mewl escaped his lips. You could tell he was trying to suppress his moans. You would have to fix that later.

"My turn." You said simply. You stepped back and started unbuttoning your own top. He stared intently at your hands as they moved ever so slowly down your shirt. The butterflies in your stomach fluttered faster with every button that was undone. However, Neville's embarrassment was much more noticeable as his face was crimson red. As soon as you took off the blouse he audibly took a sharp breath and held it in. He looked up afraid to look at your body. However in his peripheral vision he could see your periwinkle colored bra holding your breast just right. The tightness of his pants became more noticeable and he hadn't even got a good look at you yet.

"Neville you can look, it's ok." She smiled sheepishly up at him.

"Oh…" he gulped, wondering if his mouth had always been this dry. "Right." A nervous laugh escaped his lips. His hands were twitching so violently at his sides he had to hold onto your nightstand tightly so they wouldn't move as much. His breathing became erratic the more he looked down to see you. When he finally saw your breasts sitting neatly in your bra, he was awestruck. A dopey smile crept up on his lips. He couldn't help but chuckle a little out of pure joy.

"Wow…" he said in a breathy voice. "You're beautiful."

He realized his response might have been a little shallow. "Not that I don't think you're beautiful on a regular day. With your clothes on I mean. You do look beautiful with your clothes on. Maybe more beautiful." He said holding his hands up in defense hoping you didn't find his comment offensive. "Not that I don't think you don't look beautiful without your clothes because you do look beautiful without your clothes. With or without clothes I think you're beautiful. You always look beautiful." His face returned to that nervous expression.

His rambling made you giggle. He was unbelievably adorable when flustered, you couldn't deny that. You stepped closer to him and he placed his hands on your hips while you wrapped your arms around his middle.

"Thank you Neville." You giggled, kissing his nose to calm him down. "These pants are getting a bit tight aren't they?" You said hooking a finger through one of his pants belt loops and pulling his hips towards you. The devilishly smile on your face made his insides turn.

"Can I?"

He swallowed hard and a shiver went down his spine. He was all too desperate for you to have your way with him but was suddenly struck with the realization that this was not your first time. The events that had led to this moment finally caught up to him. In a panic he froze.

"I've… I've never actually done anything like this," he said in a soft whisper. He stiffened at the sudden realization that he had just confessed that he was still a virgin. He hoped his confession didn't ruin the moment as he really wanted to continue.

Your expression softened at his words. You took your hands off his waist and placed them on either side of his face while also leaving some space between the two of you.

"Neville, that's ok." You reached up to comb his hair out of his face with your fingers. "We don't have to. I might have gotten carried away with your letter." You turned away, flushed, deciding to look at the ground. It was your turn to be embarrassed at how you practically tricked him into coming to your dorm and tearing his clothes off.

He let out a laugh and smiled at your sudden shyness. Then he pulled your hips closer to his and the shyness that had overtaken him the entire time returned.

"I… still want to." He said in a quiet voice. "If you want to, of course." He added.

You smiled coyly at him and kissed his cheek. "Of course." You whispered in his ear.

You placed your hand back on his waist and played with the waistband of his pants indicating you wanted to take his pants off. "Do you want me to…?"

"Yes!" Neville turned his head to the side flustered. He didn't mean to sound so eager by answering so quickly.

You bit your lip to hold back a smile. You thought he was too adorable. You kissed his cheek that was turned to you before you started unbuttoning his pants and pulled down his zipper. He stood up from sitting on your night stand and started pulling down his pants until they were at his ankles. He had forgotten to take his shoes off so he bent down to untie them and take them off along with his socks. As he knelt in front of you, you also began to take off your own shoes and stocks. You also began to take off your underwear leaving you in your skirt and bra. He was definitely rushing now when he saw your underwear on the floor. He stood up tossing his shoes and pants to the side. He started to cover the front of his underwear when he realized how noticeable his erection was.

Then you held out your hand for him to grab and he took it. He let you lead him to the end of your bed, never breaking eye contact. Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion and the beating of his heart sounded louder than it ever did before. He wondered if you could hear it.

"Here" you said quietly, placing your hands on his shoulders and leading him to sit down. You smiled down at him before gently placing your lips on his again.

He timidly returned the kiss while placing his hands on your waist. Your hands crept up to scratch the back of his scalp and he hummed in return at the feeling. Wanting to be closer to him you began to straddle his waist letting your knees hold your weight on either side of him. His hands were now grazing over your body ever so slowly as if relishing in the feeling of its softness. The kiss was soft and loving but you couldn't help but notice the sense of longing behind his tender movements. It was as if he was afraid to act on his impulses. You didn't mind however as that gave you the freedom to take control over the situation.

You now slid your tongue across his upper lip. He parted his lips just the slightest bit but it was enough for you to stick your tongue down his throat. As you kissed him harshly you pulled at his hair slightly. As you did, Neville moaned into the kiss. The taste of the herbal tea from earlier was filling both of your senses.

Neville needingly pulled down at your hips motioning for you to sit down in his lap completely but you pretend not to notice. You were planning on giving Neville what he asked for in his letter first. You bit his bottom lip and pulled his hair making his head spring backwards, eyes half lidded.

"Ahh…." He moaned.

"Move back a little" You said.

You both moved away from the edge of your bed towards the headboard. Neville moving backwards and you carling on top of him. When you decided that you had moved far enough you brought him in for a kiss again and rested your weight in his lap. Neville moaned loudly into the kiss and you could definitely feel something hard beneath you. You teasingly grinded your ass on his dick and pulled his hair with one hand and soothed his chest with the other making him whimper. His hands grabbed at your thighs squeezing them slightly. You let out a moan as his hands touched you. That's when you pushed him on his back and hovered just above him but never broke the kiss. Then you firmly grabbed his jaw and placed a longing kiss on his lips before parting.

You both were panting heavily. Your lips were barely grazing over his and you could feel his hot breath against your lips.

"Are you ready?" You cocked an eyebrow at him.

His chest heaved up and down. The lightest shade of red covering his chest and shoulders. His eyes were wide with fear and anticipation. His grip tightened on your thighs as you moved a strand of hair out of his face.

"Please…" His voice was hushed and his bottom lip quivered.

You smiled devilishly at him as you sat up and began making your way up his body. He looked at you confused for a second before speaking.

"What… ?"

"Shh…" you said, putting a finger to his lips. "I think you know what I'm doing."

As you hovered over his chest his eyes widened with realization. He looked directly at where your skirt covered your bare pussy. His face went pink and a smile crept up on his lips. He felt his dick twitch in his briefs at the thought of eating you out and now he couldn't imagine what would happen if he was actually doing the action.

"Oh Godric…" his lips were quivering now.

You cupped his face with one hand trying to ease his nerves. "I want you to put your hands up. Just as a precaution."

He swallowed hard, looked up at you with adoration, and slowly put his hands up on the side of his head. He understood that you didn't want him to touch himself at all which made his heart pound even harder beneath you. You thought he would have a heart attack.

"Good boy." You said in a low whisper.

Neville let out a whimper at the nickname and squirmed beneath you. You could tell he enjoyed this as much as you.

"You like that name don't you." You said teasingly.

He looked away embarrassed at liking the name but nodded his head once to confirm. You grabbed his jaw and forced him to look at you.

"I'm going to teach you how to eat pussy the right way." You said in a seductive tone.

He nodded his head vigorously.

That's when you sat up just enough to move forward. You had bunched your skirt so that it covered your pussy, wanting to have him securely under you before you showed him. You position yourself so that his triceps would be under the front of your ankle. He could no longer move his arms away and was trapped between your thighs. His hands curled into fists to keep them from shaking. His mouth was already half open and watery.

Then you lifted your skirt for him to see. He drew in a sharp breath and craned his neck so he could be closer to you. Before he could touch you you grabbed a fist full of his hair and pulled it back on the bed.

"Not until I say."

He looked embarrassed but nodded.

"I want you to just explore for now." You said softly. "Can you do that?"

He whimpered a yes or you thought it sounded like a yes.

"That's a good boy."

And with that you sat gently on his face and covered his head with your skirt so he was not seen. Under your skirt Neville was having the time of his life. He was practically moaning louder than you as he eagerly kissed your cunt. He loved the feeling of your thighs practically squeezing his head. God he loved your thighs and he would love to spend an eternity between them.

"Nev…" you screamed as he pleased you just by his sweet kisses.

Neville kissed the inside of your thighs and sucked lightly at the sensitive skin. His whimpers could be heard from under your skirt. You thought it was cute how worked up he was becoming just by being under you.

"You sound so cute Nev." You kept your hand in his hair to encourage him to do more.

He shivered under you and kissed closer to your pussy. Then he took a chance at his tongue skills and started to lap at your slit. His eyes rolled to the back of his head at the taste of your juices. You couldn't believe how wet you had become. He was squirming uncontrollably under you, so much that you occasionally had to pull on his hair to stop him. This only made him moan louder. His hands were constantly flexing, desperate to touch you, himself, the sheets, or just anything to hold onto. But the weight of your thighs and leg kept him comfortably trapped. His tongue explored your inner folds taking his time to feel everything and occasionally looking at everything. He was a bit confused at the sight but it made him all the more aroused. He started to suck on your folds feeling it was the right thing to do.

"Ahh… Nev…" you moaned while combining your fingers through his hair.

The sound that came out of your mouth encouraged him further and he started to suck everywhere he could. However, you could tell he didn't know exactly what he was doing. For instance he was licking and sucking at your mons pubis area. You thought it was cute how naive he truly was.

You sighed and hummed with content before speaking. "Nev."

He didn't respond thinking you were only encouraging him more so he sucked harder.

"Nev" you called again. He continued.

"Neville" you said in a more stern tone and tugged on his hair.

In that moment that Neville was pulled away from you, you sat up and moved to sit on his chest. When you saw his face it was extremely red, a light sheen of sweat on his forehead, and your juices all over his mouth. His eyes were closed and you felt the rise of his chest as he caught his breath. He honestly looked drunk with happiness. Just the sight of him made your heart leap.

"Nev I know you're having fun," you said in a sweet voice, "but I need to teach you how to properly eat a girl out."

Knowing that he was doing something wrong made him hide in his shoulders in embarrassment. He gave you a weak smile and nodded a yes.

Knowing he would turn a deeper red at the next thing you were about to do, made your insides flutter. You leaned back just enough so your pussy was visible to him. His stare was intense and wanting. Then you brought your right hand to your cunt and started fingering yourself. You had stuck one finger in you just to adjust and then another finger. At this point Neville's pupils were so dilated you could hardly see the color of his eyes. He squirmed under you as he desperately wanted to replace your hand with his but your legs kept him trapped. You then started to use your left hand to play with your clit.

"Ahh..." a moan escaped your lips and your head fell back as you played with your needing clit and hit that special spot inside you.

You entered a third finger in you when Neville made a whiny noise and turned his head to kiss your inner thigh. He understood now what to do and was ready to take immediate action.

"Fuck… please" Neville whimpered against your thigh.

"Open" You commanded as you took your fingers out of your cunt and stuck them in Neville's mouth.

He wrapped his lips around your fingers and began to suck your juices off of them. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he got a taste of you. Then you pulled your fingers out of his mouth and with a pop. You grabbed a handful of his hair and sat back on his face. His tongue began to lap at your clit (now that he knew where it was 😏). He would teasingly stick his tongue in you and then lick all the way up to your clit. The feeling made your legs shake.

You sat back and rested your hands on his stomach as he continued. Turning your head around, you noticed the bulge in his underwear. It looked painfully hard and ached to be touched. Your hand slid further down his stomach and down his happy trail. As they reached his underwear your fingertips slid under the waistband but not further, just sliding your finger from side to side.

Neville bucked his hips into the air involuntarily and his hands clenched into fists. You could feel his hot breath against you and his lips quivered against your cunt. You quickly remove your fingertips from the waist band. Neville became a whimpering mess under you. He muttered 'pleases' over and over again along with your name.

You caressed his hair and pushed his head closer to your pussy so he could continue playing with you with his tongue. His tongue zig-zagged across your pussy and slurping noises could be heard throughout the room as he sucked mercilessly at your clit.

As a reward you decided to finally touch his aching cock. You teased him first with your fingers ghosting over his bulge.

"Ahh..." he moaned. You hadn't even touched him properly but his cries were already helpless.

Your feather light touches encouraged him to suck harder on your clit until your thighs shook.

"Nev…" You came all over his face and mouth and your hand lightly squeezed his balls on impulse.

Then his whole body jerked as he came. A wet spot was created on his underwear at the tip of his dick. Mewls of relief and embarrassment could be heard from under your skirt. And as Neville wasn't properly stimulated he was still hard as a rock. He just became too excited and came earlier than he expected too.

Neville was relishing in your juices and licked you clean. He couldn't believe he had just made you cum. He was riding his high for as long as possible.

"Neville, you did so good." You whispered.

Your fingers brushed through his hair as you sat up on his chest.

"Thank you… " He breathed. His eyelids were half lidded and his breathing was erratic as he caught his breath. "Thank you… "

You sat further back so you were now straddling his chest. Even though the weight of your thighs was no longer holding his hands down he still stayed in the position where his hands were up. You smiled down at him and caressed his cheek. His lips curled into a smile.

"You really enjoyed that, didn't you?" You said, raising an eyebrow at him.

He sheepishly nodded a yes. "Godric, you have no idea." He whispered.

You smirked at him before reaching behind you. Your hand trailed down his body to grab his cock through his briefs. His face contorted in a look of surprise and pleasure as your thumb rubbed over his sensitive tip, the wetness of the fabric making it easier to glide your thumb.

"I think I do." You smirked at him.

A whine escaped his lips as you teased him through the fabric. The pleasure was beginning to become so much that he had to shut his eyes tightly and his hands instinctively grabbed onto your thighs.

"P… pl… please" he stuttered.

With every gentle touch from you he became more flustered. A devilishly smile appeared across your lips at the noises he made.

"Not yet." You said sternly and took your hand away.

He nodded his head sheepishly and buried his head in his shoulders.

"Neville," you whispered.

"Yes," He whispered back.

"I want to show you something else."

A light shade of pink covered his cheeks and he audibly gulped as you moved to straddle his waist. He eagerly propped himself on his elbows as you began to unclip your bra from the back. His eyes widened as the straps slowly slid off your shoulders and revealed your breasts. His cheeks brightened at the sight and he gave you a timid smile.

You leaned down to give him a tender kiss, tasting yourself on his mouth as the kiss deepened. You slowly led him to lie on his back again and moved his hands to cup your breasts. You moaned at the sensation as he gently messaged you.

Your hands moved behind you so you could unzip your skirt. Neville helped you out of your skirt as you adjusted above him. Tossing your skirt on the floor you continued kissing him. You were now fully naked on top of him, while his underwear was the only thing remaining.

"I love you..."

The words were repeated from both of you as he began to kiss your jaw. He left wet kisses along your neck and collarbone.

"Nev…" you moaned into his ear.

"Y/N…" he moaned against your skin.

You were dying to have him inside you and you couldn't wait any longer. You forced his lips back onto yours before and then started to leave trails of kisses and hickies on his neck and jaw.

"Y/N…" he moaned.

Your hands trailed down to the waistband of his underwear. He took in a sharp breath and his hands froze around your waist. You broke the kiss to catch your breath.

"Is this ok?" You asked.

"I… I… yes..." He swallowed harshly at his final decision.

With a devilishly smile plastered on your face you returned to kissing him. Your hands slowly slid his underwear down to his mid thigh making his cock spring up and hit your thigh. Neville whimpered into the kiss at the small instantaneous contact that excited him more than he would admit. You thought he couldn't be more adorable.

Neville on the other hand was embarrassed that his cock had touched you. He couldn't even continue kissing you let alone look you in the eye. He hid his face in the crook of your neck as he tried to calm himself and wait for you to see him. He was too embarrassed to see your reaction.

Once you had helped him completely out of his underwear you laid your body down next to his while propping yourself up on one elbow. He lay there on the bed waiting for you to touch him in any form. Your leg draping over his was enough to cause him to get the courage to hold onto your hip.

His breathing against your neck was rapid and the way he was holding onto your hip was as if he was holding on for dear life. He was the cutest thing you had ever seen. Your eyes made their way down his body to the place between his thighs. The sight made you bite your lip. His dick was glistening with his cum from before. It twitched and pulsated with anticipation. You could practically feel his anxiousness radiating off of him.

As he whimpered into your neck, one of your hands reached to cup his cheek while the other trailed little circles on his hip bone.

"You don't have to be so shy around me." You whispered in his ear, smiling down at him.

His whining became louder as he turned his head closer to yours and tried to curl himself into you to hide himself, but you made him stay lying on his back so you could keep him under your gaze.

"You can't say that." He complained. You could feel his face heat up against your neck.

"Why not? It's true." You purred. You leaned down to give him a kiss on the cheek. "Besides, how am I supposed to take care of your situation if I can't see you?"

He responded with mumbling sounds and gibberish as your hand light ghosted over his cock.

"You're very pretty like this. You have a very pretty dick too." You said hoping to make him flustered again and reassure him.

His response was more than you hoped for. By the noise coming from his lips, the layer of sweat on his forehead, and the twitch of his cock you could tell he wasn't going to last long again. You found it very sweet that just your teasing was enough for him. But you wouldn't make him wait any longer.

You wrapped your hand around the base of his dick and started stroking him just to use his cum as natural lube.

"Y/N…" he whispered into your neck. The rest of the words that came out of his mouth were incomprehensible. Although you thought you heard him say he was going to cum.

"Hold it in for me." You purred into his ear.

He nodded furiously and tried moving his hips away from your hand but your leg wrapped around his kept him close to you. He was a whimpering mess as you continued your rhythmic strokes. To make matters worse you opted in for a different more torturous technique that made Neville wonder how long he would last like this. You stroked up his length but using a tight ring created by your index finger and thumb. You would stroke up and down his length and once you got to his tip he almost exploded every time. You would wrap your hand around his entire tip and shake your hand vigorously mimicking a vibrating sensation. Neville thrashed and bucked his hips trying desperately to hold his cum in for you.

"I… I can't… hold..." he cried.

But before he could finish speaking you took your hand away. Neville squirmed beside you as his orgasm was taken from him.

"Please …" he said, gasping for air.

"Not yet, baby boy." You whispered into his ear.

The nickname made him moan louder than you expected.

"Aww, does baby boy like his new nickname?" You teased.

He nodded his head timidly against your neck. If you could see him he would be red as a tomato. Lucky for you you would see all his reactions very soon.

"Are you ready to be inside of me?" You asked with a devilish smile.

He nodded a yes and whimpered.

"I need to hear you." You said.

He squirmed under you embarrassed and murmured something under his breath.

"I can't hear you."

"Yes! Please let me be inside you."

"That's better." You said kissing his forehead.

You sat up and straddled his waist. He was now hiding his face in his hand but from what you could tell he looked very sunburnt.

"Aww Nev, you can't hide from me now." You bent down to caress his chest and stomach which heaved up and down as his breathing quickened. "I want to see how good I'm making you feel."

"Huhhmmm" He squirmed under you. "That's the problem…"

"What is, baby boy?" You purred to him as you gently removed his hand away from his eyes.

He looked down at your chest instead of your eyes to avoid eye contact. The view still intimidated him but he preferred not to stare into your soul for he was afraid you would suck the life out of him (figuratively and literally 😉). His eyebrows furrowed in embarrassment, "You make me feel too good."

Your heart melted at his honesty and you leaned down to kiss him on the lips before parting. "Nev you're so sweet. That was always the plan."

And with that you closed the gap between the two of you.

You moaned into the kiss as you sat down on his cock sliding it between your slick folds.

"Y/N" He moaned your name into the kiss.

He held you close to him as you teased him once more. But you had had enough of teasing. You wanted him inside you. Your hand slithered in-between your bodies and you slid him inside your pussy.

He inhaled sharply at the feeling of your walls clenching around him.

"Ahhh…. Nev" You moaned at his size stretching you.

You move your hips slowly as you continue your make-out session. He started to buck up into you as well but his movements were more erratic. You held his hips down from bucking up.

You bit his bottom lip making him whine. "Don't move." You said sternly.

He nodded his head and tried to not buck his hips. He wished you would move faster than the slow teasing pace you had set and squirmed underneath you as he fought the urge. You returned to kissing him as you bounced on his cock. Neville was a mess underneath you and you could tell he was about to cum.

"Y/N…I…" he whimpered.

At his words you got off of him and continued jerking him until he came. Your hand shook, vibrating at his tip as he came all over his stomach. Hot white stripes of seamen painted his stomach. He shook violently as overstimulation took over him. He held onto your thighs for support and moaned into the kiss as you continued your torturous hand job.

"Ahhhhhh…" was all that came out of his mouth.

His brain went to mush as you milked all the cum out of him. Once he seemed to be lost in his bliss you took your hand away and sat down next to him. He followed your movements with his eyes and laid on the bed feeling exhausted and used. With your wand you summoned a washcloth and gently wiped away the cum on Neville's stomach with one hand and caressed his hair with the other but Neville took you hand from his head so he could hold it in his hand.

When you were done you tossed the washcloth on your nightstand and pulled the covers of your bed back. Neville followed you as you got under the covers. As you both lay together in your bed Neville held your hand and stroked the back of your hand with his thumb. He looked exhausted and you couldn't blame him. You wondered how you looked right now having done most of the work.

"How do you feel?" You asked.

"Amazing…" he said with a blush on his cheeks. "You're amazing."

A giggle escaped your lips at his flattery. "You're amazing too."

"Y/N" He said your name softly.

"Yeah" you responded.

"I love you. I really do." He looked at you with darkened pupils and a love sick smile on his face.

"I love you too Neville" You said with the same adoration he felt towards you.

Sleep befell on the two of you and all that was heard was Neville's snores and your light breathing.

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As Luna made her way down to the corridors of the school she couldn't help but wonder what had happened between you and Neville. She had given you the letter yesterday and hadn't seen you or Neville since. Being curious, she decided to go ask you but as soon as she approached the (your/house) entrance she paused and hid behind a corner.

To her astonishment she saw none other than Neville Longbottom coming out of the (your/house) common room with the clothes he had worn yesterday. A sense of pride filled her as she knew exactly what had happened the night before. She felt happy for her friends and couldn't help but smile at what she knew.

And so she turned away, skipping along the school's corridors to tell Ginny that their plan had worked after all.

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