#enzo berk

[slytherinslut0]

lorenzo berkshire • run.

summary: how do you define the man who embodies contradiction? a loaded gun wrapped in sunshine, a bloodhound cloaked in golden fur, a cheeky wink masking a deadly glare?

after some pushing, you realize you’ve always known exactly what kind of man Lorenzo Berkshire is. and perhaps, you also realize, he’s the most dangerous kind of all.

word count: 5.9k

warnings: forced proximity trope, SMUT, multiple orgasm, teasing, PIV, fingering, a chase through the forest, jealousy (slight weaponizing of mattheo), established boundaries entirely consensual, dark!enzoberkshire (meh), left the door open for a part two considering i never elaborate on where they’re going.

Lorenzo Berkshire. He is what he is, until he isn't.

Growing up, you always held your perceptions of Berkshire close. A sweet boy with a puppy dog stare, eyes like liquid amber holding the gentle warmth of a summer's dawn. Innocent lad with a cheeky smile that radiated like sunlight on a dew-kissed meadow--simply too damn nice for his own good. A walking ray of sunshine, wouldn't harm a fly with a feather.

He was what he was, until he wasn't.

You're not entirely certain when the switch flipped, when he chose to reveal his true self to the school and no longer cared to conceal it. You suspect it was around fifth year, perhaps during one of the winter months. You recall hearing it before seeing it, albeit faintly—the rush of footsteps, the sound of flesh meeting stone, the sickening thud of fist against face.

And when your eyes finally caught up to your ears, you recall yourself silently thanking the stars for the gracious gift of karma, and you'll never forget the silent exchange you shared with Berkshire as he was finally pulled, nay dragged, up and away from your cheating, scumbag ex.

He is what he is, until he isn't.

From this, the question still stood to linger: what precisely is Lorenzo Berkshire? These days, if anyone is to know, it should be you. You've spent ample time in close quarters with him, enough to dare attempt an answer. Moments etched in memory, his breath warm against your neck, his fingers tracing the contours of your skin, his lips mapping the crease of your thighs; among others. You suspect that, more than anyone else, you could provide a solid insight into the truth of this enigmatic man.

And yet, the answer eludes description.

How does one configure the blueprint of a man who embodies contradiction—a loaded gun wrapped in sunshine, a bloodhound cloaked in golden fur, a cheeky wink masking a deadly glare? He defies categorization, existing at the intersection of light and shadow, warmth and danger, innocence and intensity.

Understanding Lorenzo Berkshire, in his entirety, would mean subjecting yourself to the dualities of his nature—standing in both the path of his aggression and the shelter of his protection. It necessitates penetrating beneath his skin to fathom the intricacies of his design and ascending above to attain a panoramic view.

It entails becoming his adversary before earning the privilege of his friendship, which is precisely where you falter—because how do you become an enemy to a man who's already been silently protecting you for years? Who not only touches but worships you with reverence? Who smiles like sin as he kneels before your altar? Who, despite any provocation that may test his patience, has never and would never suggest severing ties?

Perhaps, you decide, the closest you can get is by first figuring out how to get under his skin.

——

"Enz," the word's a hiss, slipping through breathless cords. "You're moving too fast."

Enzo's response is terse, a nod accompanied by a faint smirk that dances across his lips before he continues on, unabated.

"Noted." The word carries zero sincerity.

You fight a groan, frustration simmering beneath your skin. Yes, you anticipated his lacklustre response, yet it did little to quell the mounting annoyance within you, creeping toward heights of Everest.

"Enz--where are we even going?"

It's pathetic really, your vocal inflection. A half-assed plea for a response you know you won't receive. He must detect it too, for all he offers in acknowledgment is a dry chuckle, effortlessly shoving a branch aside as he ducks beneath it. You groan, audibly this time, the chill wind cutting through you like a knife.

"Enzo," you beseech him, again, your voice a breeze lost in the vastness of the night, "please just slow your pace...talk to m-"

With clear reluctance Enzo pauses, abruptly, as though someone poured cement into his shoes. He casts a glance over his shoulder at you, his gaze piercing through the darkness like a beacon--brief and pulsing. You hardly have time to meet his eyes before he's moving again.

"We can't afford to slow down," is all he offers as he resumes his long strides. "Not now."

The urge to strangle him swells within you like a tidal wave, threatening to engulf your sanity whole. How you curse the moment you offered to accompany him on this perilous journey. How you yearn to be back in the safety of your bed, cocooned in the warmth of the castle walls, far from the chaos that ensues when you entangle yourself with Slytherin boys and their penchant for trouble. Yet here you are, a prisoner of your own folly. By this point you're certain you'll never learn.

You huff your frustration. "Gods, Enzo."

Without giving him time to deflect, you quicken your steps and reach out, grasping his wrist, instantly acknowledging the tension in his skin beneath your touch. Then, in an instant, two eyes the colour of burnt honey pivot to lock onto yours, and you see it--that ferocity. Bees buzzing with anger at the sight of their spoil. It's there. It's always there.

He is what he is--

"We've been walking for fucking ever." As you exhale, the air swallows your breath. "I'm not going to help you if you won't reason with me. If you don't tell me where the hell we're going."

"Your word was given, angel," it's short, cautiously curt, but it's enough. His tone a velvet glove masking the steel beneath. "Wasn't it?"

"My word was given, but it was also contingent on trust." You survey your surroundings. Trees, bush, and Merlin knows what else. Your shoulders slouch. "And right now, that's in short supply."

He blinks, eyes floating up and over your head, a glimpse as fleeting as twilight, before returning to meet your own. You see it again, swirling in his irises, though it's softened slightly by something you perceive as guilt. The winds howl, sucking air thin as the tension thickens, congealing in your throat.

"You know I'd never endanger you."

--until he isn't.

There's a waver in your gaze, torn between the desire to hold his sight and the temptation to descend on his lips. You don't miss the purity in his tone, a sweetness that saturates the honey in his eyes and leaves nothing but pure sugar lingering on your tongue. So saccharine it makes your teeth ache, yet you find yourself craving more.

At any other moment, you'd believe him. Now, far within the depths of the forbidden forest, the circumstances allude it.

"You doubt me," his voice cuts through the silence like a blade through silk. He couldn't miss your hesitation in a dream. You feel his skin turn to ice beneath your touch. "Since when?"

Doubting Enzo feels foreign, a betrayal of self. It's no secret that the man is troublesome, usually up to no good--but you've always known, even as his teeth graze your pulse and his hands encircle your throat, that the last thing he'd ever do is hurt you. This isn't your character. Tonight's different, and you know he senses it.

"Since you started coming out here in the middle of the night," your voice is a whisper, releasing his wrist before you could feel the inevitable leap of his pulse. "Since I had to bribe Mattheo with damn near half my worth to get him to tell me why."

One thing for certain about Lorenzo Berkshire, it's that he should come with a warning. A word of advice not to be deceived by his soft appearance. All puppy cuddles with sharply fangs oozing venom. A caution to approach with the wariness reserved for handling hazardous materials. An infomercial on how his embrace is as deceiving as it is lethal, a trap set with a smile and an eager wag of the tail.

Except, now, there was no smile. No wag. Just the trap.

"You bribed Mattheo." He repeated, his voice a low rumble like distant thunder, entirely disregarding the beginning portion of your statement. "And just what exactly did you have to offer to loosen his tongue?"

A lightbulb burst to life in your brain. A waking sun. A brazen flame. The answer, so glaringly obvious in retrospect, had been within reach all along. What rouses a dormant dragon from slumber? What pokes a sleeping bear to wake? It is the threat to their belongings—the primal instinct to protect what is theirs at all costs. To perceive any potential threat and squash it at it source.

This was your moment.

You could insinuate that you tempted Mattheo with your own tongue in exchange, perhaps alongside the opportunity to mark your knees with bruises. You could say you offered your body, your dignity, anything that might garner a reaction. Of course, the truth was far more mundane; it only took a meagre 30 galleons and a pinky promise to loosen Mattheo's lips. And he didn't even tell you anything worth knowing.

But if you aimed to stoke the fires of Lorenzo Berkshire's wrath and draw his fury upon yourself, this appeared to be the sole route remaining. For throughout all the years of knowing him, the one consistent trigger that never failed to ignite his fury was any hint of a threat...against you.

But before you could comprehend the lapse in your response, Enzo stepped closer, your name hissed through clenched teeth. "What'd you give him?"

Your heart thrashed like a caged animal. The wind billowing through the depleted space between your bodies, tousling his hair in the night. Did the forest always sound like this? Didn't he just say you couldn't afford to slow down?

Your gaze meets the air over his shoulder. "You're deflecting my question."

"And you, mine," another step forward, and you take one back. You can't help but notice his fingers twitch at his sides. "Why?"

Have you added astuteness to your Enzo observation list? If not, it must be at the top. He's always been a master at unmasking your bluffs with a single, cutting retort, dripping from the teeth with condescension.

Your eye twitches. "You're just full of questions tonight, aren't you?"

He doesn't find your deflection half as amusing as you do. "Only because I'm being met with evasive answers.”

"Huh." You cock an eyebrow, crossing your arms over your chest. "Nosey and entitled."

"Hm," he cracks a grin at that. Purely to spite you, you're sure. Purely to make your pulse skyrocket. "I prefer curious and expectant."

"Quite a pair of traits." Tension thickens in your throat. You force yourself to swallow it. "You know what they say about curiosity, don't you?"

His grin widens. "I'm certain you'll enlighten me."

You peer at him, your eyes searching for warmth in the dim of the forest but finding none, like bees seeking nectar in barren fields. You square your shoulders, trying your damnedest to ignore the distant howling sounds coming from the forests depths.

"It's a tale as old as time, Enz, I'm sure you've heard it." A branch snaps underfoot, the sound jolting you back to reality, but you swallow the instinctual yelp that threatens to escape your lips. "Curiosity killed the cat."

Before you can even process it, Enzo moves with lightning speed, seizing your wrist just as you reel from the inevitable impact of your back colliding with an ancient oak behind you. Pulling you into him, his face moves dangerously close to yours, your eyes converging, honey pouring over your skin, sucking you in like quicksand.

"You know there's another part to it, don't you?" his voice cuts through the air like a dagger, sharp and precise. He waits for you to settle before he continues. "Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back."

That bastard.

"It doesn't matter what I gave him," you force yourself out of hesitation, your voice steady despite the rapid beating of your heart, the tingling sting on your spine. "I'm still here with you, aren't I?"

His silence is telling. Bottomless pits pin you down, an anvil in influence alone.

And then he breaks it. "It matters to me."

"Why?" you press, your curiosity piqued by his insistence. You're trying to drag this on for as long as you can but his intensity has you stumbling. Words flow like water. "Who cares, really? I mean-"

"Because," he slices your sentence in two. The latter dying from lack of purpose.

Your lips thin to a pursed line. You blink up at him through lidded eyes, mouth opening to speak but nothing comes out as he leans in closer, so close you can practically taste his breath. He'd never been possessive before, not like this. But perhaps you never gave him a reason to be. You've always been his, unquestioned, unsanctioned. Despite the lack of title. You know he’s only acting this way because you’re deflecting. Your heart barrels into your throat, desperate to claw its way out.

"Because I said so," he continues, his grip on your wrist tightening with each passing moment, his nails leaving indentations in the bark beside your head. "Because, whatever dept you owe him, I'll help you absolve it. Professionally."

A sickening grin creeps across your lips, and his eyes are glued to it. You're skinned raw under his gaze, his pupils so piercing you feel them in the marrow of your bones. You observe the subtle flicker of his tongue, moistening his lips as he gleams down at you--your saviour from above, your dormant dragon, your slumbering bear.

He is what he is.

"I don't need your saving, Enzo," your voice is a breath, as soft as a phoenix feather. As flaming as one too. "I need your honesty."

"My honesty." He repeats as he leans in closer, his hand shifting to gently tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear. You shudder under his possession, his lips grazing against your jaw like fire and ice, simultaneously scorching and soothing. "I'll give you my honesty, angel."

You sigh as you hear the unctuous in that tone. You know he isn't going to give you what you're asking for, but he'll give you enough to quench your thirst. Classic fucking Berkshire. He releases his grip on your wrist, replacing it with a firm hold on your hip, anchoring you to reality.

"My honesty is I knew you'd try to come tonight, and I only let you because at least here, at my side, I can protect you." Warm lips brush feather-light against your lobe. "My honesty, is if Riddle puts a fucking hand on you, we're going to have a problem."

As the last few words spill from his lips, you feel as though you've got a sugar high, his words oozing with saccharine sweetness, like indulging in a bowl of chocolates or sipping from a concentrated cauldron of peach juice. They have a cloying effect, threatening to rot your teeth and stain your tongue. Just like his eyes.

And it's right then, that you come to a startling realization. You've always known exactly what kind of man Lorenzo Berkshire is. He's not one to overwhelm with his presence, but rather a relentless force, a perpetual energy that never fades. A silent protector, yet also a silent aggressor. He's a master of masking his anger, of controlling it with a precision that borders on chilling, only bringing it out to protect what's his.

Perhaps, you realize, he's the most dangerous kind of man of all.

"Always acting as my shield," you can barely get the words out, your voice soft and reverent, as though speaking in prayer. "My silent knight."

"Mm." Enzo's lips curve into a sardonic smile against your temple. "Only fitting for an angel."

His hands roam up your hips with a possessive urgency, pulling you closer to him until there's barely an inch of space between your bodies. His face buries into your hair, his breath stirring the strands as he holds you close, fingers digging into your waist.

"I know you didn't offer him what's mine," it's not a question, but a statement of absolute conviction, spoken with the confidence of a seer who reads the future unraveling before them. "I know I fuck you too good for that."

"You're right, Enz," you concede, lids fluttering shut, folding faster than a lawn chair in tornado season. How could you not, when he's exerting this kind of influence over you? "I didn't."

You still had no idea why the two of you were out here. And at this point, it was hardly an afterthought.

"Then what's your play here, angel," he growls through a groan, a ferocious intensity ignited in the way he's squeezing you, pressing your hips back against the tree. "What the fuck are you trying to do to me."

Your lips part, poised to release the words swirling within your mind, when a sound pricks your ears. Not a sound of your own making. Something distant, yet distinct.

In an instant, your eyes snap open, but the darkness shrouds any clear view, offering only faint glimpses of looming branches and rustling leaves. Enzo remains oblivious, seemingly consumed by the frustrated desire you've so eagerly drawn from him.

Your fingers dig into his shoulders, a futile attempt to push him back. "Enzo—"

"Are you trying to test me, angel?" Deep as the forest depths. As dark as them, too. His hands leave your hips and find your wrists, pinning them back against the bark above your head. "Make me jealous, yeah?"

There's another sound, now, drawing closer. You blink up at the complicated man before you, fluttering eyelashes fanning the crease of your lid. Bark burns into your skin as his intensity increases, body sweating under the heat of his eyes as they drip down at you, fever rising by the second— fear and arousal mingling as one.

"Enz-" you hardly have time to breathe before his lips are on your neck, and he's sucking. Hard. "Fuck."

Adrenaline surges you, rushing your lungs with rapid breath, sparks of lust snapping over your skin. Enzo has vanished, replaced by a storm cloud brewing with ominous intent, his once collected demeanour now a loaded gun with a cocked trigger. He was primed to annihilate, eager to erupt. You cursed yourself for pushing him to this brink, at this precise moment, as an impending threat loomed closer with unmistakable certainty.

A gasp escaped your lips as Enzo's teeth sank into your neck, branding you with purple pleasured marks of his possession.

"Enzo, damn it-" your voice is ragged, his lips trailing to the other side of your throat, the hold on your wrist growing tighter. You had to warn him. You didn't want him to stop. Your thoughts jumbled, your brain grappling with what to articulate first, settling on the throbbing pain in your wrists. "Gentle—"

Enzo groans against your neck, rolling his hips into you, fucking fire over every available expanse of flesh.

"Gentle." His breath tickles your neck, your thighs trembling, seeking friction as your hips move in rhythm with his. "I'll fuck you right here against this tree and the last fucking thing I'll be is gentle." A plea balloons in you, knocking teeth, choking. He senses it--a grin crawling across his lips in response. "That's what you wanted after all, isn't it angel?"

Nothing could stop the moan from fleeing your lips as he smirks against your pulse. Not even Merlin himself. Gripping the back of your head, Enzo crashes his lips to yours--hurried and unrelenting, the plush entirety soft and sweet and insatiable against your own. As quick as a lightening strike, you're drowning in his sugar, another realization settling on you like an encroaching dawn just how much of a taste you've developed for it. For him.

Then, he pulls away, breathing a command against your lips. "Run."

Your gut bottoms out--fear instantly drawn to the forefront of your ignorantly blissed brain--and before you can catch your breath or summon your stamina or attempt to direct some blood flow from your cunt back up to your head he's already propelling you forward, dragging you through the forest with a grip that could crush steel. Roots and branches blur past, the forest a chaotic whirlwind of greens and browns below your feet.

And it feels like hours, perhaps even years of running and dodging before Enzo finally slows his pace. You're both panting, gasping, chests heaving, but his urgency perseveres, gaze scanning the clearing as if in search of something, and then you see it, too—an old greenhouse tucked behind a few large trees, clearly abandoned.

Before you can process it, he's already on the move again, dragging you toward it.

He whips open the door and practically hurls you inside—the aged wood creaking on rusty hinges as it swings wide. His eyes, sharp as flint, dart back to survey the clearing you just fled from, and whatever he sees there seems to set his nerves on edge because before you can even blink he's striding toward you, his grip resuming its vice around your wrist as he pulls you toward a small supply closet.

You feel like a ragdoll. It's starting to get real fucking old. "Enzo-"

The words dissolve on your tongue when in an instant you find yourself inside the minuscule expanse of the closet, shelves stacked with gardening supplies, Enzo's breath pouring over the back of your neck, his body so fucking close to yours you can't take a breath without touching him. Reaching over you, he shuts the door and locks the two of you inside, engulfing you in a darkness so thick you can almost feel it clinging to your skin.

Then, there's silence, and suddenly you're aware of every inch of your existence, from the breath leaving your lungs to the sweat crawling behind your knees. Enzo shifts, as if uncomfortable, his crotch pressed firm against your ass and you can almost taste the intensity radiating from his eyes as his hands grip your waist, pulling you back against him with a force that makes breathing normally a distant dream.

"Poachers." He mutters against your neck.

Your heart hammers in your chest as you process his words, the gravity of the situation settling over you like a suffocating blanket. Poachers. You try to steady your breathing, but it's like trying to contain a storm within a teacup.

Your throats arid. "What do we do?"

You shift to adjust your stance, the sensation of Enzo's erratic exhales against your neck making your entire body tingle--and at your movements, he huffs, his grip on your waist tightening, his fingers pressing into your skin with an urgency that matches the pounding of your heart.

"We wait." He murmurs, his voice rough, like gravel underfoot. "Stop moving."

You need to shut up, but you can't. "And if they come in here? If they find u-"

Enzo's hand clamps over your mouth, silencing your words with a firm yet gentle grip, embodying the duality of his character. Strong yet soft. Cold yet warm. Your pulse quickens, your body reacting instinctively to his touch. Only Lorenzo Berkshire could evoke such contradictory sensations, stirring arousal in the face of danger.

"Shh," he cooes against your ear, his breath warm against your skin. "Trust me."

Lungs hitching, you nod, though the gesture is barely perceptible beneath his palm. He doesn't free your mouth, however, instead choosing to tease your earlobe with his teeth, his free hand on your abdomen, holding you tight against him.

"You can do that, right, angel?" his tone as soft as feathers, a gentle coaxing that wraps around you like a warm blanket. "You trust me."

There's that inflection again. As right as rain. You know he's fully fucking aware that the way he's speaking to you is calming you down, just as he knows you trust him implicitly. You wouldn't have been out here in the first place if you didn't.

And just as you go to nod, to give him the best answer you can provide to his non-question, his lips descend, claiming your pulse, his grip over your mouth intensifying as he attacks it--slow and silent and determined, your back arching and your lids fluttering in response.

"Mhm, you know I've got you," his free hand trails up your stomach, slowing just as his thumb reaches the underwire of your bra. "Always have."

In defiance of your good judgment, you clench, a shiver of longing fluttering over you. You groan against his hand, his growing desire pushing against your ass as evident and desperate as his movements. Darkness cloaks the closet, stealing your sense of sight yet all the others are overwhelmed by him. He's all-consuming, everywhere, everything—

"But this," five poised fingers start to glide down your stomach, his lips shifting back to your ear. "Is what you get for testing me."

Your skin jumps at the caress of his fingers tracing deceptively timid over your hips, thighs, like he hasn't done this before, like it's care and not punishment. His favourite oxymoron: the gentlest torture, the cruelest succour. You shudder, arching into him, searching for friction, and he tsks you, shaking his head.

"You wanted gentle, didn't you, angel?" The tease in his tone makes you want to choke him. Sort of makes you want him to choke you, too. "Consider this my version of it. Be good."

His fingers slither under the band of your leggings, a slow, torturous crawl toward the epicenter of your longing. Your hands grasp for purchase in the darkness, but there's nothing substantial to hold onto, just like the ephemeral sensation of his touch. He's both intimidating and unnervingly gentle, leading you to the brink of ruin with calculated precision.

You whimper under his palm, hips jerking toward his touch, desperate for more, but it only causes him to go slower. He coos another command to be quiet, a teasing taunt dripping with wicked delight, and you can practically feel the satisfaction pouring from his lips. He's laser-focused on unraveling you, on making you utterly undone before giving you what you crave most.

When his index finger grazes over your clit, you audibly groan, head falling back against his shoulder.

"You can't rush penance, angel," his mouth opens in a smile against your ear, though it feels more like barred teeth. That smile is as much deadly as it is pretty. "Let it simmer."

Every nerve in your body is on high alert, trembling with the intensity of his touch. You're swallowing air with a moan stuck in your throat; too dry, you realize, and feel like you're choking when he starts to move lower, two fingers shifting your panties to the side and slicking through your folds.

"So wet." He's barely audible now, even as he's breathing the words into your eardrums. "Mm, so fucking wet."

Before you can prepare for it, those same two fingers inch inside you, and curl. Your eyes roll, his palm pulling your head back tight against his shoulder as he slowly finger fucks deep into you--in and out in perfect rhythm, the sloppy sounds emanating from your cunt filling the dark, steaming space and making your skin prickle with hot shame—you're fucking dripping for him.

He growls, low in his chest, and instinctively your legs spread wider, inviting him deeper, inviting him to inebriate you further. You're caught in the perfect balance of his contradiction, teetering on the edge between disciple and devil. He worships you in one breath and ruins you in the next. A wolf in sheep's clothing.

"Mine." Is all he mutters, before there's a sound outside the door, and you both freeze.

Footsteps.

Almost immediately, you're ripped from the derogatory haze you'd just found yourself in—your body stiffens, tension coiling through your limbs like icy tendrils, turning your blood to frost. Enzo's fingers slow, though they remain inside you, adjusting ever-so-slightly to avoid the slick sounds your cunt makes every time he moves. You feel his teeth tease your ear, his silent way of telling you to calm down. That he's got you.

The footsteps draw closer, and there's no mistaking it—someone, most definitely multiple someone's, are lurking just outside the door—in search, of you.

But before you can even entertain the thought, before it has a chance to sink in and settle in the recesses of your mind, Enzo crooks his fingers against a spot that sends sparks flying behind your eyelids, his thumb applying just enough pressure to your clit to send you hurtling into a realm of sensation he introduces you to regularly, but not one you were prepared to face in this moment, under these circumstances.

You grit your teeth, the urge to scream clawing at the back of your throat like a caged animal desperate for freedom. Enzo is ruthless, merciless, driving you to the very edge and daring you to jump--driving you to the edge of sanity and forcing you to suppress the tidal wave of pleasure threatening to consume you whole.

The footsteps grow louder, veer closer, before they slow. Before they stop.

It's cataclysmic, catastrophic—a blaze raging in an open battlefield, a hellfire during open warfare. You hardly have a second to comprehend the sheer insanity of what you're engaged in before Enzo's pace intensifies and he yanks your head back against his shoulder with even more force, to the point you're certain the back of your skull will leave an indent on his skin.

His lips brush against your ear, practically daring you to cum— daring you to keep resisting.

"It's clear," a voice rings out, neither yours nor Enzo's. Footsteps pick back up and draw further away. "Let's move out."

And then, it's over. A weight lifts off your shoulders, a tidal wave crashing over you. Your body erupts, convulses, squeezing around Enzo's fingers and trembling against him as your climax charges through you like a raging bull, unstoppable and overwhelming.

You scream behind his palm, knees threatening to give out from under you, the gates of heaven themselves coming into clear fucking view.

"Good girl." He husks in your ear, working you through your high, his chest rising and falling against your back, the hunger evident in his words. "My little angel was so fucking good...I think she deserves a reward, doesn't she?"

You nod, the fervent desire for more evident in the desperate plea that crawls past your lips, only to be muffled by his palm. Enzo's groan reverberates against your ear, his erection painfully hard against your ass. With a swift motion, he withdraws his hand from your lips, unlocking the door and shoving it open, propelling you forward with a commanding grip on your hips.

He wastes no time in pushing you up against an old wooden table, the rough surface biting into your skin as he yanks your leggings down your thighs. His hand finds its way into your hair, gripping a fistful and pulling your head back toward his mouth, his lips hungry and insistent against your own. Meanwhile, his free hand works quickly to undo his belt, his urgency evident as he prepares to take what he desires.

"Did you like that, angel?" He breathes against your panting mouth, his eyes barely open, his belt hitting the ground at his feet. "You like what I fucking did to you?"

"Yes—" you're choked by a gasp as he slicks his length between your thighs. "Gods-fuck, yes!"

"Yeah, you did. Fuck, I should have edged you, I shouldn't have let you cum," his voice is wanton, despite himself. You're not even sure if he knows what he's saying. "But I can't fucking help myself. I fucking love ruining you."

He positions himself at your entrance, the tension in the air thick as molasses. With a single swift motion, he plunges into you, a symphony of pleasure and pain ripping through you as he fills you completely in one long, deep thrust. You gasp, your nails digging into the wooden surface beneath you as his grip in your hair tightens, the other latched onto your hip to hold you steady.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he groans, breath hot on your jawline. His hand shifts to grasp your jaw, pulling your lips back to his. "Always so fucking tight for me."

You can only whimper in response, his pace ruthless, and unhinged and unpredictable as always. His fervour is all the reminder of how you got here in the first place; the teeth, the force, the grip on your waist. There's a rough sound he makes in your mouth that you taste more than you hear.

He is what he is, until he isn't. Until he's someone else completely.

You're clutching at the desk and screaming into his mouth as his fingers find your clit again and amidst the onslaught you're hit by the realization that this man is everything—simultaneously overwhelming and subtle, too much yet not enough. He's a feeling that engulfs you, swallowing you whole until it fills your lungs, leaving you choking on the intensity of it all. Your lips move against his in perfect synchrony, your eyelashes fluttering with each powerful smack of his hips as he drives himself deep inside you, over and over and over again.

"Enz—" you sob through the kiss but he doesn't give you enough air to do it.

He pushes harder, a rasp at the back of his throat, some carnal thing. When he withdraws his lips from yours, his brows are furrowed in concentration. There's a fine lustre of sweat on his forehead, stray strands pulled across gleaming honeyed eyes.

"Cum," you swear it's a plea. You hear the desperation as much as you feel it. "Cum for me."

Your head lulls back as shocks of pleasure course through your body, the coil snapped, addled through the ecstasy, barely conscious of the way his panted breaths hitch at the sight of you in his hands, soft-eyed and puddled for him, broken by his touch, stripped of all structure just to be held up by his own. The sight and feel of you erupting sends him over the edge, his groan rumbling against your temple.

"Fucking hell—" his hips stutter, his breath does too, his lashes fanning as he pours his cum deep inside you. "Fuck."

You sink against him as he finally comes to a slow, thighs numb and wet, one hand slipping dumbly from the desk and running up through your hair, pushing sticky strands back from your forehead. The second orgasm is an aftershock of the first, it takes forever to recover from it, and before you can even register the movements Enzo has already pulled out, done up his pants and is helping you pull yours back up your still-trembling thighs.

As you turn to face him, he pulls you in. You kiss lazily and softly. The room feels sheeted in static. The electricity lingers on both of you.

When he pulls back, you let the first thing in your mind slip past your teeth. "You're unbelievable, Enzo."

He smirks, wetting his lips before leaning down and planting a small peck on the top of your head. "I'm yours, angel."

Lorenzo Berkshire is what he is, and what he is, is yours.

[suugarbabe]

piggy back || slytherin boys

summary: Enzo’s confidence seems to surge after one to many fire whiskeys and you refuse to take the brunt of it. but mattheo is always down.

an: another little blurb from a yap with my baby @musingsofahufflepuff ; all in good fun

warnings: mentions of alcohol/intoxication, fluff-esque, Enzo and Mattheo being dumbasses

So many stairs. Merlin were they a pain when sober; they were even worse after a drink…or six. You were thankful the party you were leaving was in the Hufflepuff common room because going from the other towers down to the Slytherin dungeons sounded like a nightmare in the state you all were in.

“Cmon, love. Just let me help you,” Enzo stumbled on a few more steps before letting out giggle. You braced yourself against the wall, practically sliding against it with each step you took.

You shook your head, “You’re just as sloshed as me, I think I’ll help myself.”

Enzo grabbed hold of your arm, “Nooo,” he hiccuped between each word, “Let me give you…hiccup…a ride on the Berk train. I’ll get us…hiccup…both back to Slytherin in one go.”

A playful grin graced your lips as you pulled your arm free, “Nuh-uh, I am not risking both our lives for a piggy back ride just to die on the dungeon stairs.”

Enzo’s lips turned down into a slight pout, his lips becoming plush, “You’re mean.” You shook your head with a smile, “I’m not mean, I just still have some working brain cells after all that fire whiskey.”

Mattheo then seemed to appear out of thin air, “Don’t worry Enz, I’ll hop on for a ride.” He then took a drunken running start, launching himself and hopping (barely) off the marble floor and grabbing hold of Enzo’s shoulders to try and wrap his legs around him.

Between the amount of booze he drank and Mattheo’s sudden weight, Enzo’s equilibrium was immediately thrown off. Both boys flying backwards onto the hard ground.

They each let out a chorus of low groans, turning on the floor and rubbing their respective body parts that made direct contact with marble.

You shook your head at them both, “See, I told you…bloody idiots.”

The earlier failure did nothing to dissuade them, Mattheo brushing off his trousers, “Turn round, Berk. Let me saddle up again.”

Enzo turned his back to Matty, bending down slightly and holding his arms out to help steady himself. Mattheo grabbed his shoulders again, climbing carefully this time onto Enzo’s back. The taller boy then hooked his arms under Mattheo’s knees, hoisting him up a little higher.

Mattheo held an arm in the air, pulling it down twice as if yanking a train horn, “Woo! Woo! All aboard the Berk train!”

You shoved them both towards the corridor that led to the dungeons, Enzo stumbling slightly before recovering, “Will you two morons shut it! We’re still out past curfew!”

Mattheo and Enzo both waved you off before the latter came to a complete stop at the top of the dungeon stairs. “Either I’m off my skull of these stairs are crooked,” he pushed Mattheo’s legs from his waist before the curly haired boy slid off his back.”

Enzo shook his head, “I’m sliding down.” He sat himself at the top of the stairs, bracing himself with his hands on either side of him. He then began to scoot himself downwards, step by step.

“Oh fucking bangin’ idea mate,” Mattheo followed suit, sitting down and taking it one step at a time.

You decided to go with your previous method, leaning against the side wall and sliding along it with each step you took.

You passed both boys easily, the wall to your house entrance dissipating as you said the password. You started to walk through and you heard the grunts and shuffled feet of the boys behind you.

“Hold that door! I’m too drunk to remember the password!”

[finalgirllx]

just some enzo apprecation aka barking for berk

[hiddenwashington]

@nicxlewrites​ said : I changed my mind, cancel Ben Hanscom and reserve Enzo from TVD and could I possibly get some FC alternatives for him? Please.

sure thing. for fcs for enzo, we could recommend: berk atan, fady elsayed, mert yazicioglu, gregg chillin, berker guven, kerem bursin, or mena massoud!

**enzo (tvd) is now reserved for nicole d until 10/20 at 10:45 pm est! ben hanscom is no longer reserved. 

[yaziyorsonhavadis]

Olaylı maçın faturası ağır oldu! Cenk ve Aboubakar'a ceza yağdı

Süper Lig'in 41. haftasında oynanan ve Beşiktaş'ın 2-1 mağlup olup büyük avantaj kaybettiği Fatih Karagümrük maçının ardından yaşanan olaylarla ilgili TFF kararını verdi.TFF'den yapılan açıklamada, Beşiktaşlı futbolcu Aboubakar'a rakip takım sporcusuna yönelik sportmenliğe aykırı hareketi nedeniyle 1 resmi müsabakadan men ile 13 bin lira para cezası ve Cenk Tosun'a aynı nedenden ötürü 3 resmi müsabakadan men ile 26 bin lira para cezası verildiği bildirildi.Denizlispor oyuncusu Hugo Rodallega'ya ise müsabaka hakemine yönelik hakareti ve gördüğü çift sarı kart nedeniyle toplamda 4 resmi müsabakadan men ve 13 bin lira para cezası verildiği belirtildi.Kurul'un, çeşitli gerekçelerle Beşiktaş'a 320 bin lira, Fatih Karagümrük'e 25 bin 500 lira ve Yeni Malatyaspor'a 24 bin lira para cezası verdiği aktarıldı.Bunların yanı sıra çeşitli nedenlerle Beşiktaş'ta kulüp görevlileri Cengizhan Öksüz'e 15 gün ve Berke Güler'e 45 gün hak mahrumiyeti, Fatih Karagümrüklü oyuncu Enzo Roco'ya 26 bin lira ve Gençlerbirliği'nde kulüp görevlisi Aydın Metin'e 30 gün hak mahrumiyeti cezası verildiği kaydedildi.TFF'den yapılan açıklama şöyle:1- YUKATEL DENİZLİSPOR Kulübü sporcusu HUGO RODALLEGA MARTINEZ'in, 11.05.2021 tarihinde oynanan YUKATEL DENİZLİSPOR-GALATASARAY A.Ş. Süper Lig müsabakasında, ihraç sonrası müsabaka hakemine yönelik hakareti ve çift sarı kart görmesi nedeniyle oynamaması gereken müsabaka dışında ayrıca 3 RESMİ MÜSABAKADAN MEN ve 13.000.-TL PARA CEZASI ile cezalandırılmasına,2- BEŞİKTAŞ A.Ş.'nin, 11.05.2021 tarihinde oynanan BEŞİKTAŞ A.Ş.-FATİH KARAGÜMRÜK A.Ş. Süper Lig müsabakasında, mensuplarının neden olduğu saha olayları nedeniyle 48.000.-TL PARA CEZASI ile cezalandırılmasına,Aynı müsabakada BEŞİKTAŞ A.Ş.'nin, stadyuma usulsüz seyirci alınmasından dolayı 200.000.-TL PARA CEZASI ile cezalandırılmasına,Aynı müsabakada BEŞİKTAŞ A.Ş.'nin, protokol tribününe talimatta belirlenen sayıdan fazla kişinin alınmasından dolayı talimatlara aykırılık nedeniyle 48.000.-TL PARA CEZASI ile cezalandırılmasına,Aynı müsabakada BEŞİKTAŞ A.Ş.'nin, protokol tribününde yer alan mensuplarının sosyal mesafe kuralına ve maske takma zorunluluğuna uymamalarından dolayı talimatlara aykırılık nedeniyle 24.000.-TL PARA CEZASI ile cezalandırılmasına,Aynı müsabakada BEŞİKTAŞ A.Ş. yardımcı antrenörü OZAN KÖPRÜLÜ'nün, müsabaka sonrası akredite edilmediği yeşil zemine girmesinden dolayı talimatlara aykırılık nedeniyle İHTAR CEZASI ile cezalandırılmasına,Aynı müsabakada BEŞİKTAŞ A.Ş. yardımcı antrenörü OZAN KÖPRÜLÜ'nün, rakip takım sporcusuna yönelik sportmenliğe aykırı hareketi nedeniyle FDT'nin 36/1-c ile 35/4. maddeleri uyarınca ve FDT'nin 12. maddesinin uygulanması suretiyle 1 RESMİ MÜSABAKADA SOYUNMA ODASINA VE YEDEK KULÜBESİNE GİRİŞ YASAĞI ve 13.000.-TL PARA CEZASI ile cezalandırılmasına,Aynı müsabakada BEŞİKTAŞ A.Ş. sporcusu CENK TOSUN'un, müsabaka sonrası akredite edilmediği yeşil zemine girmesinden dolayı talimatlara aykırılık nedeniyle İHTAR CEZASI ile cezalandırılmasına,Aynı müsabakada BEŞİKTAŞ A.Ş. sporcusu CENK TOSUN'un, rakip takım sporcusuna yönelik sportmenliğe aykırı hareketi nedeniyle FDT'nin 36/1-a ile 35/4. maddeleri uyarınca ve FDT'nin 12. maddesinin uygulanması suretiyle 1 RESMİ MÜSABAKADAN MEN ve 13.000.-TL PARA CEZASI ile cezalandırılmasına,Aynı müsabakada BEŞİKTAŞ A.Ş. sporcusu CENK TOSUN'un, rakip takım sporcusuna yönelik hakareti nedeniyle FDT'nin 41/1-a ile 35/4. maddeleri uyarınca ve FDT'nin 12. maddesinin uygulanması suretiyle 2 RESMİ MÜSABAKADAN MEN ve 13.000.-TL PARA CEZASI ile cezalandırılmasına,Aynı müsabakada BEŞİKTAŞ A.Ş. sporcusu VINCENT ABOUBAKAR'ın, müsabaka sonrası akredite edilmediği yeşil zemine girmesinden dolayı talimatlara aykırılık nedeniyle İHTAR CEZASI ile cezalandırılmasına,Aynı müsabakada BEŞİKTAŞ A.Ş. sporcusu VINCENT ABOUBAKAR'ın, rakip takım sporcusuna yönelik sportmenliğe aykırı hareketi nedeniyle FDT'nin 36/1-a ile 35/4. maddeleri uyarınca ve FDT'nin 12. maddesinin uygulanması suretiyle 1 RESMİ MÜSABAKADAN MEN ve 13.000.-TL PARA CEZASI ile cezalandırılmasına,Aynı müsabakada BEŞİKTAŞ A.Ş. görevlisi CENGİZHAN ÖKSÜZ'ün, müsabaka sonrası akredite edilmediği yeşil zemine girmesinden dolayı talimatlara aykırılık nedeniyle İHTAR CEZASI ile cezalandırılmasına,Aynı müsabakada BEŞİKTAŞ A.Ş. görevlisi CENGİZHAN ÖKSÜZ'ün, rakip takım sporcusuna yönelik sportmenliğe aykırı hareketi nedeniyle FDT'nin 36/1-c maddesi uyarınca ve FDT'nin 12. maddesinin uygulanması suretiyle 15 GÜN HAK MAHRUMİYETİ CEZASI ile cezalandırılmasına,Aynı müsabakada BEŞİKTAŞ A.Ş. görevlisi BERKE GÜLER'in, müsabaka sonrası akredite edilmediği yeşil zemine girmesinden dolayı talimatlara aykırılık nedeniyle İHTAR CEZASI ile cezalandırılmasına,Aynı müsabakada BEŞİKTAŞ A.Ş. görevlisi BERKE GÜLER'in, rakip takım mensuplarına yönelik saldırısı nedeniyle FDT'nin 44/1-c maddesi uyarınca ve FDT'nin 12. maddesinin uygulanması suretiyle 45 GÜN HAK MAHRUMİYETİ CEZASI ile cezalandırılmasına,3- FATİH KARAGÜMRÜK A.Ş.'nin, 11.05.2021 tarihinde oynanan BEŞİKTAŞ A.Ş.-FATİH KARAGÜMRÜK A.Ş. Süper Lig müsabakasında, mensuplarının neden olduğu saha olayları nedeniyle 24.000.-TL PARA CEZASI ile cezalandırılmasına,Aynı müsabakada FATİH KARAGÜMRÜK A.Ş.'nin, takım halinde sportmenliğe aykırı hareketi nedeniyle 10.500.-TL PARA CEZASI ile cezalandırılmasına,Aynı müsabakada FATİH KARAGÜMRÜK A.Ş. sporcusu ENZO PABLO ROCO ROCO'nun, sportmenliğe aykırı hareketi nedeniyle 26.000.-TL PARA CEZASI ile cezalandırılmasına,4- HELENEX YENİ MALATYASPOR Kulübünün, 11.05.2021 tarihinde oynanan HELENEX YENİ MALATYASPOR-ATAKAŞ HATAYSPOR Süper Lig müsabakasında, mensuplarının Stadyum Yerleşim Planına aykırı şekilde hareket etmelerinden dolayı talimatlara aykırılık nedeniyle 24.000.-TL PARA CEZASI ile cezalandırılmasına,5- GAZİANTEP FUTBOL KULÜBÜ A.Ş. görevlisi SOTIRIOS ROUSSIS'ın, 11.05.2021 tarihinde oynanan GAZİANTEP FK A.Ş.-ÇAYKUR RİZESPOR A.Ş. Süper Lig müsabakasında, akredite edilmediği T alanda bulunmasından dolayı talimatlara aykırılık nedeniyle İHTAR CEZASI ile cezalandırılmasına,6- GENÇLERBİRLİĞİ Kulübü görevlisi AYDIN METİN'in, 11.05.2021 tarihinde oynanan GENÇLERBİRLİĞİ-GÖZTEPE A.Ş. Süper Lig müsabakasında, müsabaka hakemine yönelik hakaretleri nedeniyle 30 GÜN HAK MAHRUMİYETİ CEZASI ile cezalandırılmasına,Karar verilmiştir."

100 TL oyna, 100 TL kazan! Yeni üyelere özel, hemen Misli.com'a üye ol... Read the full article

[jinsei-pika-pika]

気品溢れるレースアップシューズ。定番から新作まで、黒のスタンダードアイテム

1884年に創業したアメリカントラッドを代表するブランド。人気の高いコードバンのプレーントゥ〈5367〉は、程よいアーチシェイプのミリタリーラストを採用。ヒール2.5cm ￥124,000(オールデン | ラコタハウス 丸の内店)　03-6551-2203

1890年、ノーザンプトンに創業した英国最高峰のシューメイカー。パンチドキャップトゥの〈BERKE LEY〉は内羽根とスワンネックステッチがエレガント。ヒール2.5cm ￥159,000(エドワード・グリーン | ドゥロワー 青山店)　03-5464-0226

1873年にノーザンプトンに創業。外羽根プレーントゥの定番〈シャノン〉は撥水力に優れたポリッシュドバインダーカーフを使用。ヒール2.5cm ￥79,000(チャーチ | チャーチ 表参道店)　03-3486-1801

日本人デザイナーのブランド〈レユッカス〉。全てイタリアの名門「ENZO BONAFE」社の職人によって製造されている。手仕事ならではの、アッパーに施されたモカ縫いが味わい深い。ヒール3.5cm ¥125,000(レ ユッカス | ブルーム&ブランチ東京)　03-5379-2016

人気のラインからストレートチップのレディースが登場。アッパーにはボックスカーフ。ソールには、自社工場でなめされたベジタブルタンニンレザーが用いられている。ヒール3cm ¥100,000(ジェイエムウエストン｜ジェイエムウエストン 青山店)　03-6805-1691

フォーマルな形と人気モデル〈ルビー〉のシルエットを掛け合わせて誕生した〈フローレンス〉。老舗であるにも関わらず、新鮮なデザインには目が離せない。シューレースは蝋引きと2種類。2cm ¥77,000(クロケット＆ジョーンズ｜トレーディングポスト 青山本店)　03-5474-8725

[putthison]

eBay Roundup

Nice clothes can be painfully expensive these days. So twice a week, we roundup the best of menswear on eBay to help our readers find the best deals. If you’d like an extra roundup each week, along with a list of the best store sales, subscribe to our Inside Track. A weekly newsletter gets delivered straight to you every Saturday for just $5/ month.

Some great footwear in today’s roundup, including a pair of shell cordovan Ron Rider boots, Ralph Lauren tassel loafers, and Ralph Lauren penny loafers. We also found a pair of vintage Stan Smiths from the ‘80s! Surprisingly in pretty good condition. And for deal hunters, this seller is offering a navy Ring Jacket tweed sport coat for a really good price. Just be sure to double check measurements as it was custom made for someone else. 

To dig up more menswear gems, try using our customized eBay search links. We’ve made them so you can quickly hone-in on high-end suits, good suits, high-quality shirts and fine footwear.

Suits, sport coats, and blazers

Gray Lanvin sport coat, 42

Navy Ring Jacket tweed sport coat, 42

Brown houndstooth Eidos sport coat, 44

Navy hopsack Eidos sport coat, 44

Outerwear

Green Golden Bear Harrington jacket, S

'70s style Powderhorn Mountaineering down jacket, S

Yellow YMC anorak, S

Navy Nanamica mountain parka, S

Vintage REI mountain parka, M

Denim Ralph Lauren work jacket, M

Brown herringbone Ralph Lauren hunting tweed, 40

Navy Private White VC varsity jacket, M

Brown speckled RRL shirt jacket, M

Waxed cotton Private White VC bomber, L

Cream colored Battenwear fleece jacket, L

Colorful Powderhorn Mountaineering parka, L

Orange Sierra Designs mountain parka, L

Navy Garbstore mountain parka, L

Red Monitaly mountain parka, XL

Green Eidos Casentino double breasted coat, 44

Navy Grenfell raincoat, XL

Stan Ray camo shirt jacket, XXL

Sweaters and knits

Brown Howlin brushed Shetland sweater, S

Marled green Howlin crewneck sweater, S

Gray RRL sweatshirt, S

Green Donegal Howlin sweater, S

Burgundy Icelandic Howlin sweater, M

Rochfords tennis sweater, 42

Green Eidos belted cardigan, L

RRL zig zag motif v-neck sweater, XL

Black brushed Shetland RL Rugby sweater, XL

Navy Eidos turtleneck, XXL

Shirts and pants

Red plaid RRL flannel, XS

Kaptain Sunshine chambray popover, XS

Red plaid Engineered Garments work shirt, S

Civilian Conservation Corps shirt, 15

Pink plaid Troy Shirtmakers shirt, 16

FDMTL patchwork boro shirt, M

Ralph Lauren red plaid flannel, M

Olive Stan Ray shirt jacket, XS - M

Funky YMC navy printed short sleeved shirt, M and L

Vintage Nike t-shirt, L

Baseball motif John Severson Aloha shirt, L

Engineered Garments pineapple print shirt, XL

Ralph Lauren hunting shirt, XXL

Tan RRL shorts, 29

Shoes

John Lobb black penny loafers, 6.5

Vintage Stan Smiths, 8 (pictured above)

Rider Boot Co shell cordovan boots, 8 

Ralph Lauren cap toe boots, 8.5

Ralph Lauren shell cordovan penny loafers, 8.5 (pictured above)

JM Weston penny loafers, 7 (fit like 8.5)

RRL black cowboy boots, 9 (pictured above)

Edward Green split toe bluchers, 9

Loake suede chukkas, 9

Crockett & Jones suede chukkas, 9.5 (pictured above)

Brooks Brothers black penny loafers, 9.5

Edward Green pebble grain bluchers, 9.5

JM Weston golf shoes, 11

Enzo Bonafe button boots, 11

Ralph Lauren shell cordovan tassel loafers, 11 and 11.5

Berk opera pumps, 11.5

Alden bluchers, 12

Loake suede chukkas, 12

John Lobb penny loafers, 12

Ralph Lauren pebble grain bluchers, 13

John Lobb double monks, 13

Misc.

Limogese trinket boxes and trays (1, 2, 3)

G. Lorenzi shaving razor

Equestrian motif sewing thimble

Gazelle Tour Populair bike

Cufflinks

Scottie dog shaped bookends

Green and blue silk Sulka scarf

Green HW Dog work cap

Clothes and the Man book

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[kuwentista]

Fear of 13 is a reality based verse set in various cities in the US and abroad. Written by X and Berry, Fear of 13 follows the fictional lives of characters impacted by choice - their own or those forced upon them misguided beliefs and preconceived notions. This verse is about survival. Not only the senseless violence and turf wars littering the streets of Chicago or the sleepless and broken hearted in the city of New York. 

Fear of 13 challenges the notions of life as we know it. The comfort many find in death. The pain birthed from matters involving shattered hearts. The constant struggle to maintain both sanity and sobriety in a world where neither are the perceived norm. The battle to remain faithful to the hopes and dreams that existed before fear became a constant companion. This verse will feature adult themes and potential explicit content that will involve drugs, racism, violence, sexual, and abusive situations. While inspired by real life events, this verse and its characters are fictional.

*This verse crosses with the verses Excess Baggage, The Game, Band of Thieves, and City of Gods.

Verse inspiration. [EST. November 2016] Various settings. Exclusive. NSFW 21+

K U W E N T I S T A

Chicago, Illinois

Fernando Xavier Ordosgoitia  [ Maluma ] ➝ deli shop worker

Ingeras Watz [ Jesse Eisenberg ] ➝ college student

Ira Ayokunle Ademola [ Idris Elba ] ➝ business owner

Moses Aasim Alexander [ Don Benjamin ] ➝ drug dealer

Oliver Callum Muthig, Jr. [ Henry Cavill ] ➝ photographer

Samuel King [ Jack O’Connell ] ➝ business owner

Istanbul, Turkey & London, UK

Kader Asım Mücahit Şahin [ Çağatay Ulusoy ] ➝ taxi driver

Nadim Efe [ Can Yaman ] ➝ plumber, small business owner

Manila & Oriental Mindoro, Philippines

Alon Monteverde [ Enrique Iglesias ] ➝ haciendero, vet

Bethel & New York, New York

Eirian Lewis [ Luke Evans ] ➝ movie producer

Elias Rogalski [ Jake Gyllenhaal ] ➝ racer

Juan Alfonso Aguilar [ Miguel Ángel Silvestre ] ➝ pediatrician

Kwang-Seon “Sonny Boy” Kim [ Jeon Jeong-guk ] ➝ aspiring ny detective

Nisha Patel [ Deepika Padukone ] ➝ pediatrician

Raúl Frost [ Tommy Martinez ] ➝ butcher, escort

Saša River Leventis [ Sebastian Stan ] ➝ musician

Sofia Ann Watz [ Gemma Arterton ] ➝ office staff

Jacinto Mattin De Quesada [ Maluma ] ➝ unemployed

Hana, Hawaii

Dominador Dimaguiba [  ] ➝ bar owner

Rio de Janeiro, Brazil

José Tristão 'Zé' Batista [ Neymar Jr. ] ➝ business heir

SOLILOQVIES

Chicago, Illinois

Anthony Jones [ Trevante Rhodes ] ➝ club security

Ayo Ademola [ Kiersey Clemons ] ➝ college student

Basil Hart [ Miles McMillian ] ➝ unemployed

Jasper Kane [ Armie Hammer ] ➝ tba

Giovanni Drago [ Nico Tortorella ] ➝ mafia

Harper Jeffries [ Gabriella Wilde ] ➝ college student

Ida Pinder [ Viola Davis ] ➝ social worker/ child protective service worker

Natalia Muñoz [ Diane Guerrero ] ➝ emt, nanny

Samantha King [ Lyndsy Fonseca ] ➝ business owner

Istanbul, Turkey/London, UK

Ayse Şahin [ Elit İşcan ] ➝ uni student

Yonca Sadik [ Demet Özdemir ]  ➝ baker’s assistant

Koray Badem [ Berk Cankat ] ➝ contractor

Manila & Oriental Mindoro, Philippines

Tala Santos [ Anne Curtis ] ➝ helper

New York, New York

Gisela Nardo [ Monica Bellucci ] ➝ business owner

Javier Da Costa [ Diego Barrueco ] ➝ model, escort

Jinsoo Moon [ Park Ji-min ] ➝ college student, musician

Ridge Jolin [ Chris Wood ] ➝ bartender

Seth Gervais [ Xavier Dolan ] ➝ journalist

Choi Jae-in [ Nam Joo-hyuk ]  ➝ md in training

Hana, Hawaii

Quinn Daniels [ Amber Heard ] ➝ tba

Rio de Janeiro, Brazil

Marissa Vargas [ Bruna Marquezine ] ➝ uni student

Seoul, South Korea; United States

Doe Miller [ Lauren London ] ➝ business owner

Tokyo, Japan; Seoul, South Korea; United States

Percy Miller [ Greg Tarzan Davis ] ➝ co-owns a few businesses with doe; invests with martell; involved with enzo's family also in some criminal elements of their business

Non-playable Character/s

Emily Kim [ Han Ye-ri ] ➝ office staff

Asher [ Erika Linder ] ➝ unemployed

Ma. Francisca Dimaguiba [ Rhian Ramos ] ➝ actress

[suugarbabe]

This is not at all me projecting my own thoughts or feelings earlier today

Warnings: body image issues; major fluff; NOT proofread and written at work 💀; I think it reads pretty general neutral despite using an image that says sweet girl at the top but let me know otherwise??

It always seems to happen randomly, but at the same time you notice a pattern. You’ll be confident for days, really, truly feeling yourself. Thinking you look great in everything, noticing your confidence start to rise. And then it shifts. Usually a glimpse in a mirror or other reflective surface at an awkward angle sparks it, and tonight at the party it was the windows in the Slytherin common room. The usual view of the black lake is still there, but sans sunlight the murky view becomes black, creatures only visible if they’re nearly against the windows surface. A seemingly perfect scenario for classmates who want to party; a horrific scenario for you in this state of mind.

You had felt semi-confident earlier tonight, especially when you first entered the party with your friends and Enzo’s large hands that seems to cover the expanse of your back as he pulled you closer, chest flush to his as he kissed your forehead, “Stunning, per usual, baby.”

In your reflection now was all of your fears, all of your mistakes. Do my hips really have no shape from the front? One on your hands slid down your side as you took a long drink from your glass, your stomach dropping when you convinced yourself there was no real shape. Does my neck really look like that from the side? Oh god, what does he even see in me. Your thoughts kept you spiraling further and further.

Standing in front of the window seemed to be the only thing you could do, distracted from the party around you, not even glimmeringly aware of Enzo’s head popping above the crowd and the furrowed brow he acquired noticing you staring off into the distance of abyss that was the lake. He shoved through the crowd, easily ignoring complaints and protests to get closer to you. His hands on your hips, or lack there of in your current opinion, are what finally pulled you from your trance. You jumped slightly at the action, pushing his hands off your body quickly.

���Baby,” the sentiment left Enzo’s lips in a breathy laugh, “what’s goin on? You playing a game with me, sweet thing?” He took a step toward you, hands reaching out for you once more. When he was able to grasp hold, there was no hiding the way your body tensed. Your free hand grasped at the front of your neck, holding tight and pushing under your chin. Enzo’s face immediately turned serious, letting go of your waist and setting your cup down before lacing his fingers with yours.

Enzo guided you through the crowd, keeping you close and pushing people away as to make sure barely anyone touched you. “Oi, where you going, Berk?” Theo stopped his friend, a hand clasped on his shoulder. “I’m over the party. I’m taking them with me,” Enzo nodded towards you as he kept walking despite Theo’s protests for him to continue to party. There was no point in resisting, you knew that Enzo was determined to talk to you about what was bothering you and there was no avoiding it. You followed silently, the music of the party slowly fading as you went further up the stairs towards the dorm.

Once inside his room he let go of your hand, going to his trunk and pulling out a pair of pyjama bottoms and a tshirt, “Here, put these on.” You oblige, shedding your party clothes that you were starting to hate anyway. Enzo changed as well before climbing his lanky figure onto his bed, arms open wide and beckoning you to do the same. You walked over slowly, climbing into bed at a sloth pace, Enzo not even teasing to rush you. You settled near him, but not against him, which didn’t go unnoticed but he didn’t push immediately, instead just asking you once more, “What happened just now. By the window.” You shrugged, “I was just noticing some things is all.”

Enzo pushed slightly, “Noticing what? Your beauty?” His tone was slightly teasing, but you knew it didn’t reach him fully with the concern he was having. “More like the lack of it,” you mumbled before a small gasp left you as Enzo pulled you underneath him, his knees now straddling your hips with ease as his hands caged you in on either side of your head. You stared up at him, noticing the sad look in his amber eyes, “Why would you say that? Did someone tell you that? Am I getting in a fight tomorrow?” You smiled slightly, shaking your head. You wrapped your hands around his forearms, “You’d have to fight me then, cause I’m the only one telling myself the negative, or the truth. I haven’t quite determined yet.” Enzo frowned at this, “Baby, what are you telling yourself?”

You let out a sigh, “Just that I’m shapeless, my neck is gross, and I have no idea why you’re with me.” Enzo’s frown lines seemed to deepen with every word you spoke. You closed your eyes, wanting to avoid whatever it was he looked like he was about to say, maybe lessen the blow of the scolding he was about to give you. Instead you felt his soft lips connect with the exposed skin of your neck. “I love your neck. You know why, hmm?” His words are mumbled slightly against your skin. “Because you’re delusional?” You chide.

He laughs slightly, the notion vibrating against your jugular as he nuzzles deeper into you, “Because it holds up that big beautiful brain, what makes you, you gorgeous.” You groan with a slight smile, “Enzie…you’re being cheesy.” The smile he then adorns is sickeningly sweet, “Get ready for a platter because it’s only going to get worse.” He scoots his body down lower, nestling himself between your legs, “And I love your legs, not just burying my face between them,” he bit the inside of your thigh through the pajama pants, making you pull his hair and lift his head up, “my love, these legs brought you to me, they show how strong you are; trust me when I say I’ve had to threaten a few guys and girls for staring too long for my liking.”

A playful squeeze to your hips is next, your smile returning more naturally and encouraging him further, “And these hips, this stomach,” he pressed a kiss over the tshirt, “my favorite place to rest my head after a long day.” And just as said he laid his head on top of you, instinctively you start to play with his hair, running your nails lightly against his scalp. He hummed happily, “I can hear your heart beat like this, can hear when it slows and levels out, that’s how I know you’ve fallen asleep during movies.”

He wrapped his arms under and around you now, “now if you don’t mind, I think I’ll fall asleep like tonight.” He nuzzled his face against your stomach, really making himself comfortable. You closed your eyes, just relishing in Enzo’s affection. “Thank you,” it left your lips in almost a whisper. Enzo gave you another squeeze, “Always, Angel.”

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smol blurb in where enzo is the best potions partner you can think of and mattheo's a smart ass coming straight from yap sessions with @musingsofahufflepuff 😌 please enjoy

"Everyone remember to cut your dugbog tongues into fourths as adding it all at once could have dire consequences to your brew," Slughorn held up a fourth of the large muscle in the air before dismissing you all to begin your potion work. It took all of your strength not to audibly gag before looking at the supplies on your table.

You stared at the dugbog tongue before you, "I am not touching that." Enzo, who was bent down setting up the cauldron stood to his full height, "What aren't you touching, babe?" You shake off a shiver, "I am not touching tongues." Enzo playfully scoffed, "What are you on about? We touch tongues all the time."

Rolling your eyes you pointed to the mass on the table, "I am not touching that tongue." Enzo smirked, picking up the thick muscle and dangling it in the air near your face. For good measure, he gave it a little wiggle, the tail end of the tongue now flicking words you with each movement of his wrist, "C'mon, love. Just give it a little kiss. Would be some good luck for our project."

You stiffened, speaking through gritted teeth, "Lorenzo get that bloody tongue away from me or we're never touching tongues again." Enzo huffed, tossing the dugbog tongue back on the table and grabbing the knife to prep it properly, "Alright, calm your nerves."

Mattheo scoffed from the table behind you, "Why are you even partnered with him, you know if you wanted to pass and not have to do the work you should've partnered with Nott." Mattheo then leaned back on his stool, crossing his arms over his chest, "That's what I did."

"Oi!" Theo threw his hands up, "I'm holding a knife you know." Mattheo rolled his eyes, "yeah, yeah," he turned back to you then, "again, why pick Berk?" You gave Enzo a sheepish smile before simply answering, "Well...he touches all the gross things for me." Enzo faked an offended gasp, "That's all I'm good for? Touching tongues? And not even in the fun way...unbelievable."

Enzo showed the slightest hint of a smirk and you gave his shoulder a nudge, "You're the worst." Enzo held up a chunk of dugbog tongue, "You wanna rethink that statement, love?" You instinctually took a step backwards, "You're amazing, the best even. You're so so cool Enzo and I'm so thankful for you and all you do."

He smiled smugly, plopping the chunk of muscle into the potion with a wink, "Much better."

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miniblurb - enzo's crush

@musingsofahufflepuff 🖤

The rest of the boy's had been listening to him drown on about you for weeks, in one capacity or another. You sat next to him in charms. You got partnered in potions class. You asked to borrow his notes for Herbology because it was somehow the only class he was in the top of.

Personally, Matty was getting a little sick and tired of it all, begging Enzo to just finally do something about it. "Please, for the love of Salazar just ask them to Hogsmead already." Enzo scrunched his nose, "What are you on about?"

Theo audibly groaned, "Fanculo, Berk, seriously?" Enzo scoffed, "Don't you fanculo at me, Theodore. Seriously, what are you guys even on about, we're just friends." Mattheo couldn't help the smirk that graced his face.

"Berkshire, I swear to Merlin if you had a tail it'd be viciously wagging every time they came around."

Enzo rolled his eyes, choosing to walk a few strides ahead of the others. Then you turned the corner down the corridor. Enzo must have been brooding, his head turned down slightly as he's walking because he hadn't seemed to notice you.

Mattheo nudged Theo with his elbow, his wand outstretched, "Watch this." Mattheo flicked his wrist ever so slightly, a beam of white light emitting from the end and hitting Enzo right in the ass just as another student bumped into him.

His lifted his head to apologize, you taking the very moment to also notice him. "Hey! Enzie!" His head immediately turned in your direction and (much to Mattheo and Theo's entertainment) the long fluffy tail that was now attached to Enzo's backside began wagging with vigor.

When you wrapped your arms around his middle to give him a hug Enzo's new found tail began wagging so intensely it was whipping students as they walked by.

After one finally managed a "watch your fucking tail, Berkshire!" you grabbed Enzo by the biceps and swiftly turned him around. "Oh my Godric, Enz, when did you get a tail?"

Enzo peered over his shoulder, trying to get a glance at his apparent new appendage. He then lifted his arm, trying to get a better look at his ass and began unconsciously turning in a circle like a dog chasing it's tail.

Mattheo and Theo had now fallen on the floor in laughter, clutching their stomachs and wiping tears from their eyes. You grabbed Enzo by the elbow, abruptly stopping his circling and dragging him over to the older two boys.

"You two fix this right this instance or I'm giving you both beaks!" You held your wand towards the both of them, Mattheo slowly getting up with his hands raised but still a hint of a giggle escaping him. "Alright alright, cool down, love."

As quickly as he attached it Mattheo flicked his wrist once more and Enzo's tail disappeared. "You're both pricks, the pair of ya. C'mon, let's go," Enzo turned round, grabbing your hand and pulling you back down the corridor.

Theo cupped his hands around his mouth, "Yeah! Pricks that were right!"

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Respect the Family

| Chapter 1 |

word count: 3.1k

warnings: mentions of drinking

an: Surprise, it came earlier for you all. I told you things would happen fast once i could write comfortably again. this is the first chapter in the sequel to the Protego Series. click the hyperlink if you haven't read that first. While it isn't necessarily a need for you to read Protego first, it may help you better understand some of the characters personalities and how they function as a family. There will be sections in later chapters that call back to portions of protege that may make you confused if you have not read this series. <3

The reflection in the mirror was someone you didn’t recognize. Yet every time you moved, it moved with you. You applied mascara, the reflection did the same. You glossed your lips, so did the woman looking back at you. A pair of hands landed gently on the woman’s shoulders in the mirror and you felt the pressure on your own. “You look great, hun!” Roxy’s chipper tone was an encouraging attempt to calm your nerves. Pouting slightly you made eye contact through the mirror, “Dunno, Rox. I’m super thankful you got me this job but I’m proper nervous.” Roxy gave your shoulders a squeeze, “It’s alright, hun, happens to all of us. I’m having the bartender bring you a little liquid courage to help with all that.” 

You let out a low groan, closing your eyes and using the tips of your forefingers to rub your temples with slight pressure. A clinking of glass on table made you straighten up. A large shot glass filled with clear liquor was sat down in front of you. Looking up you were met with a tall and lean frame of a man. A messy fluff of dirty blonde hair settled and framed his features after he ran his hand through it, “Erm, Rox said you needed this?” His eyes seemed to dance with a mixture of shyness and mischief as his finger pointed toward the shot glass in front of you. You nodded, smiling awkwardly as it felt like your voice was lost in your throat. Taking the glass you threw your head back, clearing the shot in one smooth motion.

The man in front of you let out a low whistle, “That nervous, huh?” You let out a small laugh, adjusting the straps of your outfit in the mirror, “Just a little. First day jitters I guess; we all get them right?” The man smiled back at you, the action reaching his amber eyes. “I’m Lorenzo by the way, erm, Enzo. My friends call me Enzo. You can call me either, w-whatever you like,” his slight stammering made you smile, a real genuine smile and you felt yourself relax slightly. Enzo mirrored your expression, asking for your name in return. You enlighten him, giving him your name before listening to him repeat it to himself like he’s trying to commit it to memory. The way he looks at you, smiles at you, there's something different, you can’t quite put your finger on just what yet. 

A voice calls out behind you, “Bunny, you’re up next! Oh, hey Berk, what’re you doing in here?” Enzo’s cheeks turned a blushing pink, “Erm, hey Blaise. Roxy asked me to bring a drink to -” he turned to face you, “I thought you said your name was-” You cut him off with a raise of your hand, “It’s my stage name, you can call me that if you’d like, or any other nickname variation your pretty little head can think of.” You threw him a wink as you stood up, Blaise stepping aside to let you exit towards the stage. Enzo’s eyes never left your figure your entire walk out, his vision trained on the door you walked through. He didn’t notice Blaise walked towards him, now resting against the vanity you were just sat, “Developing a crush on the new girl already, bruv?” Blaise’s teases caused another dusting to cover Enzo’s freckled cheeks before he cleared his throat, “‘Course not. Roxy just asked-” 

“Roxy just asked,” Blaise mimicked Enzo with a teasing high pitched tone, “Come off it, mate, you might be able to fool Nott with that shite but you’re not fooling me. Have your looks and your fun, but you know that’s all it can be. You know Riddle’s rule.” Enzo rolled his eyes, “Don’t worry, mate, you know I’m not a relationship type of guy. Like you said, I’m just gonna have my fun while I can. You know we haven’t gotten any new faces around here since long before Birdie showed up and she’s like my sister. I’m just enjoying the new fruit.” Blaise clasped a hand on Enzo’s shoulder, “You keep telling yourself that.” 

Enzo shoves Blaise’s hand off his shoulder playfully before straightening his vest, smoothing his hands down his chest as he walks out of the dressing room. He makes a b-line for the bar, responding quickly to Birdie when she asks how he’s doing, “Fine!” his voic betrays him at first, high pitched and cracking before he clears his throat, “Erm, fine, doing just fine.” Birdie’s eyebrows raise slightly, “Three fines and a crack? What’s got your pants in a twist huh?” Enzo rolls his eyes, taking a drink order for the man in front of him and turning his back to Birdie while looking for the right liquor. Birdie, ever the persistent one, isn’t too keen on this reaction, “One of the dancers reject you again or something?”

He scoffs at this, “Oh, please, Angel. You know they never reject me.” The playful smirk on Enzo’s face makes Birdie laugh out loud. He hands the drink to the patron in front of him, seemingly getting distracted by the scene over his shoulder. Up on the main stage was something Enzo should’ve expected but wasn’t prepared for. He knew you were a dancer, but he didn’t know you could dance like that. His eyes were trained on your figure as he watched you spin around the pole, the thickness of your thighs sparkling with whatever lotion you had coated yourself in having him in a trance. 

When you crawled on your knees to the edge of the stage, picking up muggle money being thrown in your direction he felt his jaw tense reflexively. You sat back on your heels, knees spread wide open as you ran your hands up your body to the suggestive lyrics of the song. You pulsed up and down on your knees slightly as you ran your hands through your hair before leaning back fully, the position making your chest push out more and Enzo’s pants tighten. You flipped over to your stomach before pushing back up to your hands and knees, back arching to put your ass on full display for the patrons as you twirled your head in a circle, your hair whipping around wildly. Bills and galleons started hitting the stage like rainfall and Enzo could feel his grip on the neck of the liquor bottle tighten dangerously.

“She’s a cute one, isn’t she?” Birdie's teasing tone brought Enzo’s focus back from his growing delusions, his cheeks heating exponentially. “Who’s cute?” He wipes the top of the bar with a rag, avoiding eye contact and hoping he can avoid accusation. Unsurprisingly he’s wrong for both, “Bunny, obviously. You’re  basically fucking her with your staring, Enzie.” He shakes his head a little more adamantly, a mistake leaving his mouth without him realizing, “That’s not her real name you know.” He stops mid-motion, eyes closing as a low curse leaves his lips in a whisper. 

The grin that encompassed Birdie’s face made Enzo’s stomach twist nervously, “Oh! So she introduced herself real name first, huh? She must have looked into those pretty eyes of yours.” She pinched his cheek playfully before being swatted off. “Did you give her a handsome smile, bub? Shoot her a signature wink like you do?” Birdie grinned as she bit into an orange slice from the bar. Enzo huffed in annoyance, “You know, Angel, you’re acting like a fucking tosser. Been hanging out with Nott more lately?” Birdie doubled down, her grin growing knowingly at her friend, “You fucking choked up didn’t you…does this girl make you nervous Enzo?” 

Enzo rolled his eyes, taking one last peek at you on the stage, “You know I don’t get nervous, Angel,” he patted his vest pocket, checking for his cigarettes, “I’m going for a smoke, I’ll be back in 15.” Birdie made an ‘okay’ symbol with her fingers, giving him a wink before turning back to her tasks. Enzo took long strides through the club to get to the back door, pushing it open with more force than probably necessary. The outside air was cool on his skin, a relief to the warmth he seemed to be overwhelmed with since meeting you earlier tonight. A chill overcame his body, the hairs on his arm standing up; he nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard the slam of the back door, “Fucking Salazar, mate you sca-“, he cut him self off when he realized who had come through the door. He expected Blaise or Theo to have followed him out, but he was blessed with a surprise instead.

You sauntered over, still in your stage outfit, the slightest of quirks on the edge of your lips, “Awh, are we mates now, Lorenzo? That’s so sweet of you. Can I bum one?” You nodded toward the pack of cigarettes in his hand. He held them up wordlessly, his own loose on his lips while his eyes followed your every move. You took one from the pack, your glossed lips wrapping around the butt in such an average way yet to Enzo it was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. With a snap the tip of your finger was on fire. Lighting your cigarette the flame disappeared and you took a deep inhale. 

“The crowd always so eager?” You sat into your hip, voice causing Enzo to repeatedly blink himself out of his daze. “Erm, m’sorry, what?” A soft laugh left through your nose as you took another inhale, smoke billowing from your pillowy lips as you spoke again, “Is the crowd always so eager with all the dancers?” Enzo took a long drag before answering, “Do you want me to be honest or do you want me to boost your ego?” A sly smile toyed on your lips, “Can you do both?” Enzo hummed to himself, trying to hide his growing smile. He couldn’t put his finger on what it was, but something about you made it feel like his insides were on fire. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to impress you, intimidate you, or push you up against the brick wall and take you right in the back alley. 

Enzo flicked his cigarette, ash tumbling off the end, “Most of the men who come here are pretty mindless, always throwing their money carelessly at any dancer on stage with the delusion that maybe they’ll get to take one of you home. You are one of the more beautiful dancers we have though, I'll give you that much.” You snorted at this, Enzo smiled, “They probably seemed so eager because you’re the new girl. You know, fresh meat to their eyes; the new shiny toy.” You raised your eyebrows at this, nodding as you took your last drag before tossing your cigarette on the ground and crushing it beneath your pump, “So you and them aren’t much different then, huh Lorenzo?” Head tilting to the side, Enzo’s eyes squinted slightly, “Dunno what you mean by that, love, care to enlighten me?” 

Maybe it was the responses you were getting on stage that made your confidence flip from earlier in the night. Or maybe it was the three additional shots you had downed with the other dancers backstage as your ‘completed first dance tradition’. Either way you were feeling braver, feeling like you were more in charge of yourself, feeling more like your actual self. “Aren’t I just the new shiny toy to you too?” You took a step closer to Enzo and he took a step back towards the wall as a response. “I don’t mess around with the dancers, Bunny,” Enzo took his last drag as a cover for any facial expression that might give him away. You, however, weren’t buying it. 

“That’s not what I heard,” you step closer once more, making Enzo’s back hit the wall and a grunt leave his lips. “I heard Berkshire has a list of dancers he’s shagged, and I was just wondering,” you toyed with one of the buttons on his vest, “am I gonna be added to that list?” You had to tilt your neck slightly to meet his eyes now, but that was exactly your plan. Peering up at him you batted your lashes, the teenset of pouts on your lips. Enzo was thanking every high wizard, Merlin, Salazar, hell even fucking Godric Gryffindor for the strength of his restraint in this moment. He grabbed the wrist of the hand that was toying with his vest, the action so quick it startled you that it even happened. “Oh, Bunny girl, you will never be on that list,” he leaned down now, lips ghosting at the shell of your ear, “but if you really want me that badly, I’d never say no to a pretty girl throwing herself at me so desperately.” 

You took a step back from him, trying, and failing, to jerk your wrist away from his grasp, “I’m not acting desperate.” You were insulted at the insinuation. But it seemed like Enzo wasn’t listening as his brows furrowed looking just past your shoulder and then he rolled his eyes, “I have to go, we can do this again your next shift, yeah?” He released you then but the heat from his palm still radiated on your skin as you watched him walk back into the club. 

Enzo shook his head a few times, trying to clear his mind of all the horrible and raunchy thoughts that were consuming him about you as he tried to ignore Draco’s voice in his head again, We’re waiting on you, Berk, get your ass in here, NOW. Enzo huffed out an annoyed sigh as he opened the door to Mattheo’s office, all eyes turning to him as he entered. Enzo wore a saccharine grin as he touched his cheek, “What? Got something on my face?” Mattheo wore a less than pleased look as he leaned against the front of his desk, arms crossed over his chest yet still not a wrinkle on his black designer suit. Birdie sat perched on the desk next to him, a smirk on her face as Mattheo spoke. “What the hell took you so long, Berkshire.” 

Theo raised his hand as if they were back in school, “I know, call on me, Matty!” Mattheo gave a half-assed wave of his hand, but it was all the permission Theo needed to be his idiot self before he opened his mouth again, “Berk was in the alley with Buuunnnyy.” Theo said the end in a sing-song voice before settling into a quiet giggle as Enzo glared at him, ignoring the glare he was receiving himself from Mattheo. Enzo opened his mouth to respond but was cut off quickly by Mattheo's harsh tone, “Cut it off, Berkshire. And do it now. We don’t have time for you to go gallivanting around with your cock out for the new dancer, not with what we have coming up right now.” 

Enzo clicked his tongue in response, “Okay, first off, I don’t go gallivanting my cock around or whatever the fuck you just said. Secondly, I just turned her down in the alley, thank you very much.” Birdie and Blaise both raised their eyebrows before exchanging a look that Enzo did not want to delve into right now. Mattheo pinched the bridge of his nose, growling out in slight frustration, “Whatever the fuck it is, stay clear of it. We’ve got more important things to worry about and I need your head on straight, Enzo. You can’t be weakened by some stripper when we’re dealing with the Corvo family.” 

Pansy gasped in disbelief, “The Corvo family, are you serious Mattheo?” He braced himself with a hand on his desk, the other grabbing hold of Birdie’s thigh, “Yes, I’m serious, Pans. I know everyone thought they were dormant, but at the last meeting there were rumors.” Draco crossed his arms, “What kind of rumors?” 

“Like the kind of rumors that could start a war, Cousin,” Mattheo took a slow glance around the room, making sure everyone took in what he was saying, how serious this information really was. “We have four shipments to get out in the next four weeks; there cannot be any mistakes, do we all have an understanding?” A unified ‘yes, boss’ rang out in the room. “The Corvo’s cannot interrupt this arrangement. The trades we’re doing are creating allyships that are heavily important to our family. No one outside of this room is to be involved. I understand some of the dancers have a suspicion of what we do beyond the club, but as far as anyone else is concerned, it’s all rumors. Outside of the mansion and outside of this room the business is not to be spoken to with anyone. Inside this club, the club is all we speak of, that’s the only business we have and that’s the only thing anyone is concerned about. 

“With this mess of rumors concerning the Corvo’s we cannot and will not have any information leaked in any capacity. While we love our Birdie,” Mattheo turned and kissed his girl on the cheek, “we fucking hate rats.” Enzo and Theo made eye contact across the room, both simulating a fake gag at the scene. However, Enzo perked up at the end of Mattheo’s speech, “You know, personally I love a rat, they’re one of my favorites to kill.” Enzo wiggled his eyebrows while cracking his knuckles. Pansy rolled her eyes, “Okay, killer, calm down. If we need you we’ll call for you.” Enzo blew her a kiss. Pansy pretended to catch it mid air before turning her hand and displaying her middle finger. 

Mattheo groaned in annoyance, “Alright, if we all understand then there shouldn’t be any problems. You all can go.” Except you Enzo, you stay, Mattheo’s voice rang in Enzo’s head. The other’s all left the room as Enzo took a seat in front of Mattheo’s desk. With the click of the door locking again, Mattheo’s full attention was on Enzo. “Are you sure I don’t have anything to worry about with Bunny? I know I didn’t hire an ugly dancer, I never do and I know how much you enjoy that.” Enzo pulled at his bottom lip, head nodding, “I know, I know, but I swear, Matt. I’m good. I was serious earlier, girl came on to me hard, asked to be my shiny new play toy and everything, I told her it would never happen. You have nothing to worry about. I’m fully focused on the family business.” Mattheo raised his eyebrows, as if to ask one more time if Enzo was sure. 

Enzo held his hands up, sincere smile on, “I promise, Mattheo. Bunny means nothing to me.”